me when there are strangers in the house

pure ™ things

- a friend being excited to spend time with you!

- people who put their old books outside their house for anyone to take home!

- singing and talking to cats like they’re your baby!

- when you accidentally bump into a stranger and you say “sorry” and they say “no worries!”

- when someone rests their head on your shoulder!

Being best friends with Finn Wolfhard would include:

I just felt like writing another imagine sort of?? Is this even an imagine?? What are these called?? 

But anyway, I hope you enjoy :~)

(this made me lowkey sad bc i wanna be friends with Finn man)

- Him teaching you how to skate

- Him buying you your own skateboard or longboard after he successfully teaches you how to skate.

- Biking or skating to 7/11 or some 24 hour convenience store at dead hours of the night just to get snacks

- When he finally gets his driver’s license, he drives to your house late at night just to go on spontaneous adventures.

       + or just drive around the neighborhood while talking about stuff

- Him telling you funny stories about the time he was filming IT or season two of Stranger Things. Whatever show or movie he was in, he would always tell you exclusive behind the scenes stories. You’re the only one who knows this shit.

- Live streaming together

- Being very competitive when playing video games

- Jokingly insulting each other:

        + “You’re such a dickhead, Finn.”

        + “Fuck off, Y/N.”

        + “You fuck off.”

        + “WAtcH YOUr LANguAGE!122!!!@!@#”


- Him introducing you to the IT kids and the Stranger Things kids

        + You of course get along with them very well

- Doing covers of songs and posting them on Youtube

- You guys would probably start a YouTube channel together 

- His friends and your friends lowkey shipping you guys

- You stealing his shirts or hoodies

         + “Is that my jacket?”

         + “Yea it is.”

         + “Oh cool, looks cute.”

         + “Thanks hoe, this is mine now.”

         + *shrugging* “Ok, it looks better on you anyway.”

- Him defending you whenever you get unnecessary hate from fans

- Him hacking into your social media to post dumb shit:

         + He would post a double chin selfie on your snap story

         + Him tweeting dumb shit on your twitter:

              + “Finn is so ugly lol gross boy.”

         + Him logging back into his account to reply to the tweet he tweeted on                  your account:

               + “Wow this is bullying I thought we were best friends how could you                       do this to me.”

- Whenever you guys watch a movie together, one of you would always put their head on the other’s lap.

- You guys would face time each other when you guys can’t see each other face to face, like when he has to go somewhere far to film or something

- Late night phone calls, seriously man y’all would stay up till like 3 am just talking about stuff.

- You guys telling each other everything of course

- Everyone thinks you’re a couple, but your relationship is purely platonic

                + Your friends and fans are not convinced, but they go with it                                   anyway

So that was fun, time to cry bc i’m not actually friends with Finn and he doesnt even know my dumbass exists lmFOOAOOAAO why do i put myself through this

Dating Finn Wolfhard Would Include

Originally posted by jonny-bernthals

  • When Finn starts liking you Millie is the first to notice
  • “When are you gonna ask (Y/n) out?”
  • “W-what are you t-alking about.”
  • Takes him a long time to ask you out
  • And when he does it was so adorable
  • He was a blushing mess and of course you said yes
  • Pizza dates
  • Or watching horror movies
  • Him teaching you how to skateboard
  • Playing Mario Odyssey together
  • Hanging out with the Stranger Things Crew and the It cast
  • Shipping Richie and Eddie
  • Pulling pranks on each other
  • Finn kissing your forehead before he leaves on a trip
  • Being Calpurnia’s biggest fan
  • Quick cheek kisses
  • Soft slow kisses
  • Going on set and being coming best friends with Millie,Sadie,and Sophia
  • Finn being whiny when you don’t pay attention to him
  • “Babe.Babe.Babe.(Y/n)!”
  • “What Finn.”
  • “I love you.”
  • If your shorter than Finn he will rest his arm on your shoulder
  • Finn get your arm off my shoulder I am not your arm rest.”
  • “Aw baby you’re my favorite arm rest.”
  • Being on his livestreams
  • If your taller than Finn teasing him a lot
  • And wearing heels just to fuck with him
  • Going to all his premieres
  • Finn calling you babe,baby,doll,hun
  • Calling him finnie/finny
  • Finn holding your hand whenever you go out
  • Posting you on his instagram
  • Defending you when a bunch of haters start to shit on you
  • Singing to you when you feel sad or depressed
  • Sometimes worrying Finn is going to run out of time for you because he’s so busy
  • Finn assuring you he wouldn’t leave you
  • Begging him to tell you what happens in season 3 of Stranger Things
  • Playing with his curly hair
  • Reading Stranger Things conspiracies with him
  • Dancing around the house for no reason
  • Finn wanting to be around you at all times because he loves you so much
  • Being the little shit that he is Finn always puts his feet in your face
  • Get your crusty feet away from my face Wolfhard.”
  • “Excuse me my feet are beautiful.”
  • Watching the GameGrumps
  • Supporting him 100%
  • Going to ComicCon
  • Teasing him nonstop with Millie
  • “Are you wearing a turtleneck”
  • “…..No?”
  • Finn loving you to bits
  • Helping with his anxiety
  • Watching Stranger Things with him twice
  • Looking at all his freckles
  • He is just so cute
  • “Why are you looking at me like that? ”
  • “You’re just so cute Finn.”
  • Making him blush all the time
  • Whether is holding his hand
  • Or giving him a kiss on the cheek
  • Or calling him cute
  • The boy becomes a tomato around you
  • Finn trying to be smooth but ends up stuttering
  • Being the cutest couple of 2017

When I was 14 years old, my grandma accused me of stealing her jewelry; and instead of accusing the stranger in the house, her maid, she accused me. She threw away my clothes, broke my phone, almost ripped my bag because she threw it at a wall, broke the lamp dad gave me and told me he was dead - she not only yelled at me , she threatened to kick me out. I was only 14.

She never apologized for that, despite being on good terms with her now, I still think about that time- every now and then. I’m 22 years old now, on antidepressants and antianxiety, constantly paranoid around other people’s houses, thinking oh no, if something goes wrong, they’ll blame me.

Last night grandma yelled at Francine, my sister, and told her, flat out “it’s your fault your mom is like this!!” Just because my sister asked my mom for change (which was mine) to buy juice.

Grandma went BERSERK.

And my mind went. Blank. Back to the time she did the very same thing to me. Francine is only 12. We have a neurotic mom. You can’t be angry at a younger person like my 12 year old sister for acting the way she does, because we- she didn’t have a conventional childhood growing up. We grew up piss poor with a vegetable mom and a dad always busy with work. That’s no one’s fault. You can’t blame a child for being birthed by her mother, and you can’t tell a child she she has no right to exist if it weren’t for you.

A child isn’t bound to a contract where they can be mistreated and exploited as soon as they fall out of someone’s vagina.

Older people? Professors, teachers, parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, you name it- they don’t, shouldn’t really hold the right to demand respect served to them on a silver platter if they refuse to provide younger people the same treatment.

Good times with a person isn’t a free pass to take advantage of them, or to guilt trip them into thinking they owe you things.

You’d have to have to have a convoluted sense of love if you think abuse can be negated.

green-eyed monster

request: Could you do a Steve x reader where Billy hits on her and it forces Steve to admit his felling for the reader? Maybe some like cute fluff??

warning: some cursing

word count: 1,534

“Damn, look at the legs on that one.”

Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the guy standing a few feet away from him. Billy Hargrove was the resident bad boy at Hawkins High School. He was obnoxious and a total asshole.

The two of them clashed on multiple occasions. It was clear that they would never ever be friends and Steve was perfectly okay with that. He didn’t want to associate himself with a guy like Billy.

“The things that I would do to that beauty.” Billy whistled making a couple of guys around him laugh.

Steve had been tying his shoes and trying to ignore the stupid shit coming from Billy’s mouth. He looked up to see the poor girl that had gotten Billy’s current attention.

He was shocked when he saw that it was you.

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 7/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Mentions of past self harm, child neglect, transphobic comments !!! ( I am not transphobic, but my series on the whole is triggering and these warning(s) are here for a reason.) SLURS ARE IN BOLD

A/N: here is your angsty richie chapter - KINDA RUSHED BUT ITS FILLER

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

Richie found himself alone in his car, driving home at roughly 8pm that night after his adventurous day with Eddie, his cravings for the cigarettes only growing stronger by each given second but his refusal to disappoint Eddie lurked on his shoulders. He was going to change for the better, just for Eddie.

His hands gripped at the leather wheel, his red truck gliding down the familiar roads with the faint radio humming along in the background. The melody intertwined itself through the vehicle, one of his favourite artists playing to soothe his road anxiety that he’d keep a secret.

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#kdramawomensweek: day 8 // age of youth love-fest | happy international women’s day!

So I pretty much put together some of my favorite scenes from Age of Youth. They’re all scenes that really hit me hard emotionally or just personally resonated with me. When Jin Myung, whose feelings have slowly been bubbling underneath the surface, finally overflows with emotion, full of rage and agony. She finally demands the apology she’s been silently asking for. When she fell to the floor in sobs, I cried with her. I felt that grief. When Yi Na realizes she’s been holding herself back and finally lets herself go. Dammit, that scene just hit me. When Eun Jae blows up and just begs for the housemates to be nice to her I could personally relate to her pain and just how nervous she must have felt to finally let that out and tell these almost strangers how alienated they made her feel and how much it had hurt her. That’s not easy.

As you can see, most of my favorite scenes include the girls all together. The relationship that developed between these girls, different in pretty much every way, from being strangers just living in a house together to sisters that loved and protected each other in any way they could was really the main strength of the show. Even that hilarious scene when the girls beat up Eun Jae’s boyfriend because they think he’s some stranger out to hurt her shows just how willing they are to protect each other. I mean, they burst out of the house the second they heard Eun Jae scream. The girls immediately went to comfort Ye Eun when she finally broke up with a boyfriend she loved so much. And when Eun Jae finally comes home after being out all night, the girls just hug her, saying that everything is okay because she’s here and she’s safe. I’m tearing up just thinking of the scene. That love for each other that made them one of the best friendships of 2016 and just in general.

What I love about the girls individual stories is the journey they went through during the drama and where they ended up. They don’t end the drama suddenly complete and whole, but you know they’ve set themselves on that track. They learn to start forgiving and loving themselves. The ghosts they’ve lived with are never completely gone but they’re not held back and tortured by them anymore.

Anyway, what I really want to say is that I love these girls so so so so so much. There’s really nothing I can say that can convey the amount of love I have for this drama and the Belle Epoque girls. It warms my heart when I think of them and I’m just so happy there’s going to be a season 2.

safe and sound

Summary: You hate the fact that with every thing he does, Steve makes you fall for him more and more; even though he doesn’t know it.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 2,172 [I’m sorry]

A/N: Can you tell I’m in love with Steve? hope you all enjoy, I’ve got one more fic coming for ya this weekend! xx | masterlist

Originally posted by taikka

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Stranger Things Character Study

*Not all of these will line up with the transits of the early/mid 80s but this is just my interpretation, not a canon analysis, so it doesn’t really matter.

Cancer sun & Mars, possibly air moon or Mercury
Extremely emotional, lets his emotions rule him & behaves based on them with little foresight. Caring, protective; sun probably conjuncts Mars because he always tries to assume the “leader” position. Can rationalize his way through everything, actually very intelligent but often blinded by feelings. This would also allow his sun to trine a few of Will’s Pisces placements, which explains their intimate & special bond – they’re the closest of the whole group.

Gemini sun, Libra moon contacting Neptune, fire Mars
Very curious, full of wonder and intrigue. Can under- or over-estimate the severity of situations. Gets lost in his fantasies and makes mistakes because of it. He keeps everyone together, reduces conflicts, often the voice of reason, guiding others in the right direction but failing to do so for himself. Funny as hell. Can be impulsive, immature, out of control, but VERY courageous. Sensitive.

Virgo sun, Aquarius moon, intercepted Aries Mars
Aggressively independent, feels uncomfortable in the hierarchy of his friend group and strives for more power out of insecurity or self-righteousness but ultimately fails to achieve it. Cautious and careful, very logical, thinks about the bigger picture, keeps others grounded in reality. Gives up easily but often bounces back stronger than before. Learns his lessons quickly.

Aries sun, Pisces Rising & Mercury, Pluto in the 12th house
It is mentioned that his birthday is March 22nd, which is in Aries season. It’s difficult to apply that to him (besides when it comes to his strong instinctual and self-defensive nature) so perhaps his sun is afflicted or intercepted. He looks very Piscean, often lost inside his head, absorbs all the energy that surrounds him, he has one foot on earth and the other in a supernatural plane, elusive and hard to protect, very vulnerable. He speaks poetically, through feeling and sense and emotion. Pluto in the 12th can describe the violation and trauma and danger he has endured in the “upside down” and how it’s hard for him to escape it; he will live with that trauma for the rest of his life, those wounds permeated his soul and he has been irrevocably changed (and damaged).

Jane (Eleven):
Aquarius sun, Pisces moon, Scorpio Mars, Saturn & Neptune in the 1st house
Extremely sensitive, but very in control of herself, often to the point of repression which erupts eventually in violence and chaos. Caring, altruistic, self-sacrificing, struggling to find herself and secure a solid identity in the face of all the threats that surround her. Defiant, stubborn, evasive. Afraid and confused but immensely powerful, with otherworldly strength & capabilities. Psychic. Strong morals hidden under identity confusion and pain. (Possibly also has Pluto in the 4th house themes, corruption and abuse in the childhood which permeates her psychological roots, giving her horrible trauma/complexes but unbelievable power at the same time. Everyone tries to tell her where “home” is and control or manipulate her with that concept but she can’t be controlled, she is entirely the maker and destroyer of her own inner home, no one can “own” her.)

Leo sun, Aries moon, Mars in the 3rd/4th, sun in 12th
Rude, selfish, extremely defensive and insecure. Just wants to be included. Experiences violence and hatred from her step-sibling (3rd) / in her home life (4th) which she projects onto others in the form of harsh words and mean-spirited actions. Prone to escapism and evasive behavior. Sensitive. Can be very brave, caring, selfless, and incredibly capable when she finds the will to be.

Pisces sun, Aquarius moon, Virgo Mars
So sensitive and fragile, passive but stoic, able to endure so much heartache. Very self-sacrificial, never puts himself first. Knows he is strange and accepts it, doesn’t identify with the mainstream. Creative, healing, attentive. May also have the sun or Saturn in the 12th house (to represent an absent father).

Taurus sun, Virgo moon contacting Mars & Uranus, Aries Venus
Smart and capable, but doubts her abilities and doesn’t know where to apply them until it comes to the context of survival and justice. Finds her strength in independence and determination. Self-unaware, typically in control of herself but can become impulsive and reckless due to low self-esteem or a sense of being lost. Fights her own desires, can be arrogant and selfish.

Libra sun, Virgo moon, possibly Leo Rising, Scorpio influence somewhere
Flirtatious, charming, good-natured, kind of oblivious sometimes. Very respectful and responsible, careful, attentive. Prone to compromise, puts the needs and desires of those he cares about far above his own – self-sacrificing and brave in that way, may silence his needs/feelings and become private through self-disowning or repression. Can be selfish but it is quickly outgrown when he realizes the severity of the situation. His self-assertions aren’t taken seriously.

Jim Hopper:
Scorpio sun, Sagittarius moon & Mars, Capricorn Venus
Cunning, powerful, intelligent, capable, experienced, wise. Deeply loving & giving but can be irreverent, arrogant, aggressive, and overestimating of himself. Often hypocritical in the sense that he demands others’ respect but rarely returns it. Strong instincts & intuition. Empathetic with solid principles & values, but can be harsh, dominating, dismissive, and stubborn. Wants to protect others and has the conviction and passion to do so.

Joyce Byers:
Cancer sun, Leo moon, very strong moon/Cancer/4th house energy
Often hysterically emotional, over-protective, dramatic, anxious, deeply invested in those whom she loves to the point of being excessively expressive of it. Kind, warm, a very good mother, powerful maternal instincts, giving, brave, compassionate, affectionate. Determined, powerful when it counts most.

Murray Bauman:
Capricorn sun, Aquarius moon & Mercury & Rising, Mercury in the 1st house
A genius madman; an absolute weirdo, but intelligent, devoted, witty, quirky, and invested in the truth. Sees right through people. Know-it-all.

Leo sun, Aries moon, Saturn in the 12th trine/square Mars in 4th
Controlling, violent, arrogant, over-aggressive, threatening, cruel, imposing, self-absorbed, narcissistic, and ALL of this is in response to abuse received from his father which creates horrible insecurities and a feeling of being unsafe at all times. When his ego, autonomy, and safety are threatened, he internalizes it and it explodes later in a recycling/redirection of abuse, and fabricated confidence. He relies on a false sense of dominance and attractiveness in order to cope with what he experiences from his father. He represses all his pain.

Cancer/moon, Gemini/Mercury influence and a LOT of 7th house energy
Incredibly smart, caring, and jovial but painfully “uncool” and awkward. A bit oblivious at times. “Embarrassing dad” stereotype.

Smoke And Fire

Summary: Billy refuses to admit his love for Noelle, because she is Steve’s sister. How can he be seen around school with the other Harrington?

Authors Note: this isn’t my first story I’ve written, I use to write all the time back in the myspace days. lol but I have been feeling really nostalgic lately so I figured why not write again? I tend to get really self conscious with my writing so please give me feed back.  There will be 3 parts to this, and if it does well enough I’ll post the other two parts!

[Part 2] [part 3]


I laid on my side staring at my alarm clock. Quietly counting down the minutes when the boy next to me would wake up, climb out of my window and go back to forgetting my existence. This was a normal occurrence for him, coming to my window late at night to escape the emotional and physical trauma he endured at home. Some nights I would hold him, play with his hair and sing to him as he fell asleep. Other nights, We would have sex, letting him get all his pent up aggression out. The nights always ended the same me holding him singing him to sleep, and in the morning him leaving without a goodbye.

It was even worse at school, he was a grade A asshole, who had it out for my twin brother, Steve. He had already dethroned him from being the “King” of Hawkins High School but that still wasn’t enough. He had to go the extra mile and beat steve to a pulp one night only to get subdued by his little sister max.


I stayed behind that night cleaning up the Beyers house, and waiting for Billy to wake up. When he did it was just as unpleasant as I thought it would be.

He sat up rubbing his neck grumbling something incoherently. “Good evening sleepy head” I said making him groan.

“Who the fuck are you? Where’s that little shit at? I can’t go home without her”

I rolled my eyes sitting Ms. Joyce’s copy of Les Miserable on the coffee table crossing my legs under one another. “Max and the kids are with my brother and my nam-“

“Harrington has a sister?” He asked eyeing me with a smirk.I wasn’t surprised in the slightest that Billy Hargrove didn’t know me. Opposite from my brother, I flew under the radar when it came to school. My brother always tried to included me with his friends, who I hated for the most part, so I found solace in the photo lab with Jonathan Beyers.

“My name is Noah. We have six classes together, four of which you are failing, but that’s none of my business” I said standing up. Billy was actually really intelligent, but for whatever reason he dumbed himself down and was on the verge of being kicked out of all his AP classes.

You’re Noah Harrington? I thought Steve had a brother not a sister.” I scrunched my nose.

“Disappointed that I’m not a dude you can beat up like you did Steve are we? Noah is short for Noelle. I go by Noah because it sounds more masculine. It works because creeps like you assume I’m a boy and leave me alone.”

He laughed slightly running his tongue across his bottom lip. Before grabbing a cigarette and placing it between his lips. He lit it laying down with a grunt.

I sighed picking up the book flipping back to the page i was on laying back on the couch.

“I was kidding about thinking you were Steve’s brother. I’m not stupid. I knew who you were.” He said letting out a puff of smoke breaking the 40 minutes of painful silence we had sat in.

“Oh yeah?” I retorted a little more bitchy than I planned for it to be.

“Mmhm. You live in your twin’s shadow. But you don’t really mind it because it’s what you’re use to at home. Your parents love you but you don’t compare to your brother. They’d rather go to his games than see some art contest you have entered with a mediocre picture of a plant. They always talk about how you have to be the responsible one and put too much pressure on your shoulders when they let whatever Steve does wrong slide.” He said making me roll my eyes.

“My parents and my brother love me and are proud of me. Sounds to me like this is coming from experience. You have a twin you’re hiding somewhere? Is he nicer than you are?” I said as he sat up on his elbows.

“She was.”

“Was?” I asked as Billy took a drag of his cigarette.

“She died last year. Car accident.”

I frowned. I could never imagine losing Steve. He was my best friend. And seemed to be the only person in the world that completely understood me aside from Jonathan, who had been spending more time with Nancy Wheeler than me.

We had the twin telepathy down to a science.

So much so that we could sense one another being in danger, which is how I ended up at the Beyers place right as Max stuck Billy in the neck with a needle. Both steve and Jonathan refused to let me get caught up in the upside down stuff, and had me stay behind waiting for Billy to wake up.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” I mumbled.

He didn’t say anything just laid there until he finished smoking his third cigarette in the past hour, standing to his feet losing his balance and catching himself on the wall.

“Hey, hey” I said getting up and catching him by his arm. “You were sedated. So you might want to sit down for a little bit longer until it fully wears off.”

He reluctantly let me help him to the couch him slamming down with a thud as I sat down next  to him. He laid his head back looking over at me. “You know, you’re one of the only girls in school who hasn’t thrown herself at me”

I snorted a laugh picking up my book.

“It’s kind of a bummer because you are easily the prettiest girl in school. And one with an actual personality.”

I felt my cheeks grow warm as a smiled grew on Billy’s face.

“You’re an ass to my brother and almost killed him tonight. My brother is included in the people Max wants you to leave alone. Got it?”

His smiled faded and he rolled his eyes lighting another cigarette.

“Whatever. Where are my keys?” He asked patting himself down looking out the window than back at me when he saw his car missing.

“They took my car!?”

“Yeah…about that. Before you completely lose your cool, don’t. They just had to borrow it for a little while” I said which was technically true.

Billy grumbled something before standing up and walking out the door with me following behind him. “Listen you don’t have to talk to me but, I’m going to need you to stay….please”

He was the last person I wanted to be around if a demadog decided to show up and try and kill us, but at least I wouldnt die alone if it did happen. Being scared was an understatement .

“I need to find Max. Now.” He said as he continued to walk down the Beyers’ drive way. Me following closely behind him. “I didn’t invite you to come Harrington” he said.

I rolled my eyes wrapping my arms around my waste. I wasn’t going to even try and argue with him about staying or me going where ever he decided to look for Max at.

“Just be careful ok?” I yelled as he held up his middle finger to me.


“You go home Stevie. I’ll take Max in Billy’s car and you take the others. Ok?” My brother nodded throwing me the keys to the Camero.

Steve got in his car with the boys while I got in Billy’s with Max. Driving off in the direction Max told me to go in.

“Thank you, by the way. For saving my brother.” I said breaking the silence. “Oh…you’re welcome.  I like you and Steve. You two are cooler and nicer than Billy” She said making me smile.

“Consider yourself my unofficial official little sister.” I said. A smile grew across her face but quickly faded as we both noticed at the same time Billy walking down the street. I pulled over honking at him. “Look who I found” I yelled nodding over to Max.

He looked over angrily as Max climbed in the back seat. He walked over to the drivers side opening the door as I slid over to the passenger side.

“Get out. I’m not taking you home” he said harshly. Max popped her head between the both of us glaring at Billy.

“Need me to remind you of the little conversation we had earlier Billy?” Max grabbed my brother’s nail bat showing it off to him. “This time I won’t miss.”

“Okay, okay, okay. Fine. I’ll take her home. But first i need to get you home before Dad and your mom file a missing person report”

Max turned to me and smiled smugly before sitting back in the seat.

“Sisters?” she said sticking her pinky finger. I hooked mine with hers. “Sisters”


“I’m so sorry Mrs. Hargrove,” I apologized walking up the steps to their house

“I just assumed that Max told you we were together. It was a mistake on my end. The club i’m in at school got assigned an 8th grader to be a big sister to and Max and I was paired up. I helped her with some homework and then we went to get some dinner. Billy found us at the diner so he offered me a ride home. I just wanted to formally introduce myself. I’m Noelle Harrington. Noah, for short.”

“Oh honey, that is a beautiful name. Thank you for taking care of my baby girl. You are welcome here for dinner anytime seeing that you are her big sister at school.” Mrs. Hargrove said with a smile.

I returned one looking down at Max. “Ok, Squish. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Max smiled and nodded ducking into the house her mom following her lead. “It was very nice meeting you, Noah. I better let Billy get you home before your parents get worried” she said leaving Billy and I alone on the front steps.

The ride to my house was silent but i could feel Billy staring at me every so often.

“I’m sorry for hurting Steve like I did.” He said pulling into my driveway.

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to. You need to apologize to Steve….and Lucus. Listen, I don’t know what goes on in that head of yours but the way you harbor your feelings and emotions is unhealthy. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here for you.” I said getting out of the car.

“Have a good night, Noah” he grumbled peeling out of my drive way


Two days later, Billy started showing up at my house knocking on my window to come in. And I let him, it took almost a full month for him to fully open up to me about his father, which was when he started to spend the night.

This brings us to now, Billy asleep beside me. Four months later. We had become almost best friends, in the way that when none of his school friends were around he was nice to me, but when they were he wasn’t. It kinda sucked, but I let it happen.

I held my breathe as Billy stirred in his sleep and just like clockwork he sat up getting out of my bed and putting last night’s clothes on. I heard my window unlatch and him quietly crawl out shutting it. I waited a good twenty minutes before I could bring myself to get up and get ready for school.

It was time to go back to Billy being the king of Hawkins and me being Steve’s sister.

Double Power.

> Get a duckling from my cousin.
> No idea why but holy sh*t, those things are cute.
> Play with it like it’s a dog.
> Runs free in our garden. Would get over the fence every once in a time but always returned.
> Actually grows up into a giant killing machine.
> Leaves me and family alone, but attacks strangers when getting to close.
> One day, neighbour kids make a bet. Saw it all from my window.
> Don’t know everything but they dared one of the kids to kick my duck.
> Kid jumps over the fence, kicks my duck from behind.
> Duck turns around and attacks him. Ripping his clothes etc.
> Enjoying the view from inside my house.
> Anyways, an hour later parents of the kids infront of our door.
> They want the duck away because ‘it is a danger for the children’
> Tell them to f*ck off.
> They call the cops, animal protection etc but they didn’t do anything because we did nothing wrong.
> 2 days later they bring a new duckling. Trying to make me get rid of the old one and take the new one as a pet.
> “Accept” the duckling.
> Didnt get rid of the other one.
> Now I have 2 killing machines in my garden.

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He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 4

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“Y/n, she’s- she’s coming here tonight.”

Once the words stuttered out of his mouth, it was as if Harry’s soul left his body. All the composure he carried within the last three months have suddenly been broken down, completely struck by his words.

He goes stiff, face paling by the second, and his body seems to be immobile. His eyes are wide, in a trance, dazing out into oblivion. She made it clear she never wanted to see him again. She hasn’t even spoken to him since the night he broke up with her. Every attempt Harry made to reach out to her has been ignored, the feeling of being with her only existing in his memory. She was gone, she left him with remorse, and even though he begged, cried, and screamed at her to take him back, she left him alone to fight for himself.

It was clear she gave up on him, that the past two years she spent with him was a waste of her time. She was his only escape, and the way he repaid her was by leaving her. She didn’t deserve that, she didn’t deserve any of it.

So why is she coming here?

As he opens his mouth to speak, he feels the dryness of his mouth preventing him from continuing any further.

“Wh-“ he swallows thickly, eyes heavy and still in tears, “Why is she coming here, Liam?”

His tone is soft, breaking as he speaks.

Liam sighs, hand moving to the back of his neck. He doesn’t know exactly how to respond. He knows no matter what the reason, Harry’s going to be mad that he’s been keeping in touch with Y/n more than he has. And because of the large pit of insecurity that’s barricaded inside of him, he’ll start to doubt his relationship with her, even more than he does so now.

“Me and Y/n,” Liam mutters hesitantly, “we’ve been talking.”


All Harry can process is that fucking word. Talking. Something Harry wasn’t able to do with her, yet she was doing with someone else. The way he said it, too, like he was hesitant, like he was hiding something. The look on his face said it all, like he was guilty, like he had done something that would turn the switch to push Harry over the edge.

If Y/n were to start talking to somebody else, Liam would be someone she deserved to be talking to. He’s charming, especially good looking, and has a side to him almost every girl swoons over. He’s delicate, he doesn’t have a bone in his body to commit half the harm Harry has. He can’t find a single ounce in his heart to leave someone he loves, either, which is why every part of Harry’s body boils with a feeling he’s never experienced before.


Before Liam can continue what he was saying, Harry’s head snaps up, his once tearful eyes altering into a far more sinister gaze, burning through Liam like wildfire. His body is moving faster than his mind can process, his legs nearly tripping over themselves as he aggressively storms toward Liam, teeth clenched and hands curled into fists.


His fists violently slam against his chest, his arms pinning him against the wall in a fit of rage Harry has never felt before. The amount of anger traveling through his body makes his heart pump so much it physically hurts. His veins are popping from under his skin, his jaw clenched so harshly he wouldn’t be shocked if his own teeth crushed.

“What do you mean you’ve been talking to her?!” Harry roared, his forearm pressing harshly against his neck. “If you dared even thought about her in that way for even a second I swear to God, Liam-“

“Harry!” Liam groans, hands clenching against Harry’s wrists, striving to pry away from his mercilessness hold.

“Liam, I will kill you!” Harry sobs.

His body weakens in defeat, his sobs drowning him out of breath. The arms that were once pinning Liam against the wall have slid down right near Liam’s shoulders. His fists are banging against the wall, almost as if trying to rid the pain that has ripped through his heart.

It hurts too much.

How could he possibly live through this? For months, he thought the pain that he had been enduring was the worst it could get. Nothing could break him further than not being with the love of his life. But now, the thought of Liam being with Y/n had hurt him so bad he actually felt physical pain. His whole body hurt, his muscles straining against themselves and his skin burning from the anger unleashing from his insides.

“How could you do this to me?” He cries, “What have I done for you to do this to me?!”

Liam sighs, gripping Harry’s violent hands to prevent him from hurting himself. Harry shakes his head at his touch, his cries becoming louder, attempting to push him away because of how disgusted and betrayed he feels, but Liam isn’t having it.

“Me and Y/n” he speaks sternly, “have been talking about you.”

Harry lets out a small whimper, lifting his head up to finally look at him. His fighting hands are now trembling against Liam’s, breathing harshly from the lack of air he’s gotten from his cries.

“Wh-what?” he croaks.

“You honestly think I’d be talking to her like that?” he whispers, pulling Harry upright so he can stand properly, “First of all, I would never, in a million years, think about doing that to you. And second of all, you must really doubt yourself if you think Y/n’s even close to being over you.”

Harry trips over his own feet before he finds his balance, a sigh of relief escaping him, finally finding his breath.

He still feels upset, however, about Y/n talking to Liam instead of him. He’s spent every day trying to get her to talk to him, but she just pushed away further. He would have taken anything- anything from the sound of her breathing or crying, to her swearing and telling him she can’t do it anymore. Any of it would be better than what he was giving her now. He would have gotten answers that way, but with her silence being the only response to his desperate cries, he started to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Nothing was worse than that.

“She-she isn’t over me?” he breathes out.

Liam shakes his head slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Harry, she loves you.. too much. She really doesn’t know how to live without you; you were everything to her. You leaving her, it- it was too much. When you let her go it was as if every purpose she had in her life had left her all at once. She’s a completely different person now, Harry. You have to realize that the woman you see tonight won’t be the same woman you remember her being.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrow, eyes trailing down to his hands. He knows he changed her when they were together, but he hadn’t thought much about how she’d change when he left. Of course, he expected her to be heartbroken and upset, but he didn’t expect her to be so different.

He promised himself he’d never hurt her, that he’d never cause her any of the pain he caused others. He couldn’t bare the thought of it- the thought of her being in any sort of pain because of him. Nothing mattered more than keeping her safe and protected and him being the reason why. He felt obligated to make her feel that way. So when Liam tells him Y/n isn’t the same without him, a sudden realization hits him that it didn’t matter that he believed he was protecting her by leaving her, because in the end, she was a hell of a lot more hurt than ever before. Because of him.

“What’s wrong with her?” he whispers.

“She’s back to square one. It’s as if she never met you. She’s back to this extremely damaged, insecure woman who doesn’t show an ounce of strength. When she talks about you, she’s broken. The only reason she doesn’t talk to you is because she’s trying to forget about you.”

Harry’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach, the thought of her going back to how she was before. She hated that girl with a passion, despised how weak she was, how little hope she had for herself. She had nothing, quite literally, and she showed just how much her past affected her. She was so insecure, she barely spoke because of the doubt she carried onto herself- convinced others would look down upon her when she put the attention on herself.

What makes his heart shatter is the thought of her trying to rid the memories she’s had with him. To him, he’d sacrifice anything to keep all the beautiful moments he’s shared with her. He wouldn’t mind a lifetime of pain if it meant the two happiest years of his life with her. She’s everything to him, he couldn’t imagine a life without her. And knowing that that’s all she wants makes him feel completely worthless.

No” he whispers, “you didn’t just say that to me. You didn’t.”

Liam rubs his shoulder, looking at him sympathetically. He can’t imagine the pain he’s been going through, especially with all the information he’s feeding him now.

“You have to think about it from her standpoint, though. She’s wrecked, Harry. The thought of you, to her, is remembering every part of her life she feels she can’t get back. You couldn’t expect her to be okay, you know, she’s in love with you.”

He nods slowly, swallowing harshly as he grips tightly onto Liam’s hand.

He doesn’t know if he can fix what he’s broken. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get the love of his life back. All he knows is that Y/n’s coming back to him, at this lakehouse, and he doesn’t want to fuck it up more than he already has.

“Help me, please” he mutters, eyes looking up at him in pure desperation.

Liam smiles, his free hand reaching to pat his shoulder softly.

“She’s coming here, for you, isn’t she? So go, take a shower and look presentable. You smell like shit.”

When Y/n arrives at the lake house, it’s as if every memory she had with Harry flashes before her eyes. She never imagined being here without Harry by her side. It’s a weird feeling, honestly, to be in the place she was positive her and Harry would get married, while they are almost complete strangers to one another.

She sucks in a harsh breath, eyes gazing upon the house. It’s just as beautiful as she remembered, but it feels different. Normally, upon arrival, she envisioned a new adventure with Harry, days filled with complete bliss and utter loving engagement. She always had a smile on her face, her heart growing on the road trip there.

But now, after everything that’s happened, she doesn’t know how to feel. She doesn’t even know what to expect. All she knows is the pain she feels in her chest and the burning she feels in her eyes every other second she spends looking at this goddamn house.

She never thought she’d end up here, actually. She didn’t want to, at least not at first. When Liam asked her to join them for Harry’s birthday, she immediately backed down, finding any excuse she possibly could to avoid any confrontation with him. But when Liam started to tell her everything about Harry’s past couple of months without her, she couldn’t keep damaging him.

A part of her believed he deserved her silence, but another part of her believed that it wasn’t fair to him, either. She loved him too much to keep doing this to him, so she conquered her fear and decided to do the one thing Harry should be doing instead.

Fighting. For them.

In the midst of her thoughts, a sudden call of her name drags her out from them.

“Y/n!” the boys welcome her, all rushing to greet her with a hug.

She gasps from the unexpected tackle the boys give her, adjusting her body against their holds as she tries, but fails, to hug them all back.

“Hi” she smiles, cheeks flushing from the sudden amount of attention, “it’s good to see you guys again.”

The boys’ eyebrows furrow in confusion, lightly laughing at her change in demeanor. She seems out of place, lost somehow. He can tell she’s doubting her arrival, but she knows them. She’s been a part of them for years, there’s no way he’s going to let her break up with Harry affect their friendship with her so negatively.

“What’s with the proper greeting, Y/n? C’mon, it’s us!” Niall laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to loosen her up.

Y/n lets out a slight giggle, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She lets out a small breath, swallowing harshly before nodding her head.

“Yeah- yeah, sorry, just a bit nervous is all” she mutters.

The boys nod at her knowingly, smiling softly at her and they begin to guide her inside the house. They make small talk while she settles in the house, asking her about how she’s been, how she’s been, and how she’s been spending her time during her departure. She answers willingly, discussing her new job and the small apartment she started living in. It wasn’t half of what her and Harry shared, but it was cozy and thought it was perfect for one person.

Zayn insists on having Y/n unpack in a room and give her some privacy. The rest of the boys agree, settling in the living room to set up the poker game they planned on playing earlier. While doing so, Zayn and Y/n are left alone in the kitchen.

She feels her heart pounding out of her chest at the mere thought of seeing Harry. So much time has passed and so much could change, their once unbreakable bond seizing to nonexistence. She doesn’t know how he feels about her anymore, but she hopes deeply he still loves her just as much as she still loves him. Even after he left her.

“Where is he?” she whispers, the side of her index finger in between her teeth.

“He’s upstairs showering. He took Niall’s room, pretty sure none of them will care which room you take. Just make yourself comfortable.” Zayn smiles.

Comfortable, she thought. Yeah right.

Making her first step in the bedroom her and Harry would normally stay in gave her an overwhelming feeling of comfort. It’s the closest she felt to him in a while, being in the bedroom where their relationship peaked. Every square inch of her new apartment feels nothing like home, no traces of Harry’s existence inside it. She felt uneasy in her house, alone and cold with every step she took. It was quiet, it was boring, no history behind it.

This room, though, at every sight she took their was a story, a memory to permanently set itself inside the four walls. It hurts her to know the legacy of this room may never continue on, but she feels at home here. In the first time in months, she’s comfortable. She’s sane, because this is the closest she’s been to Harry since the breakup, and it feels euphoric.

She closes the door softly behind her, locking the door, because the thought of an unexpected entrance of Harry fills her with anxiety. She isn’t ready to face him yet, she doesn’t know if she’s strong enough to admit her feelings and stand her ground. But she questions if she ever really will be ready for it.

She sets her bag down on the bed, propping her hands up from the mattress, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She squeezes her eyes shut, an unwanted wave of tears making their way to the surface. She lets out a small whimper, thinking back to all her favorite memories with him.

Why does she have to think about it so much?

“Harry, we’re back!” Y/n squealed, clapping her hands together as her feet lifted off the ground in pure excitement.

It was their first year anniversary. Harry kept telling her all day he had an amazing surprise planned out for her. She didn’t expect to end up here. She expected a temporary hotel, or maybe a place that provided a spa, since Harry said the drive to the lake house wouldn’t be a good idea since Louis’ family would be staying there for the weekend. Of course, he lied. If he didn’t, the sight before him wouldn’t have been as priceless as it was then.

Harry giggled, admiring the cutest sight he’s ever seen. Her eyes gleamed, the smile painted on her beautiful face enough to satisfy him for the rest of his life. He felt his happiest when watching Y/n at her exciting moments. The look she had made his heart flutter, because it was him that made her feel that way.

“You really thought I wouldn’t take you here?” He chuckled, hugging her from behind and planting a soft kiss in the crook of her neck. “This is our place.”

Y/n sighed contently, turning her body around so that she can kiss him. Her hands found their way to the back of his neck, scraping the nape of it. His hand wandered to her back, rubbing her t-shirt covered skin.

“You’re a sneaky little one, aren’t you?” She smirked against his lips.

He laughed, eyes staring captivatingly into hers.

“That’s the point of a surprise, isn’t it, love?”

The sound of someone knocking on the door snaps Y/n out of her daydream. Expecting it to be Zayn checking up on her, she slowly makes her way to the door. Before she has a chance to fully make it, the voice she hasn’t heard in months calls from the other side of the doorway.

“Y/n, please.” Harry pounds harder on the door again, “Please let me in.”

Y/n steps slightly away from the door the second she’s aware it’s Harry. Her breathing slows into such quietness she can barely breathe. She doesn’t move, a bit of her hoping that if she doesn’t respond to him, he’d leave.

She wants to see him, she does, but she just can’t. Being broken up with him is easier without the constant reminder that he’s not in her life anymore. Seeing him would just be a slap in the face for her, a punch in the gut to remind her just how much she’s lost.

Harry groans, kicking the bottom of the door. He sighs, placing his forehead against the door as he slowly jiggles the knob between his fingers, just hoping she’d have any chance of letting him in.

“Baby,” his voice cracks as he whispers, “Baby, please. I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing you.“

He knows she’s there. He can hear her shallow breathing through the door, and hell, even hearing her breathe is making him feel relieved. He didn’t know how long he’d go without hearing it.

Y/n blinks away her tears, folding her arms across her chest, because she feels so weak when it comes to him, but she has to stand her ground. He can’t just leave her brokenhearted and expect her to give into him. Not without letting him know just how much he’s destroyed her.

“That’s your own fault, Harry.” She croaks out.

Her voice makes his head snap up toward the door. The sound of her voice, God, how much it means to him. He thought he’d never hear it again. Even if it’s rough, even if her tone is harsh, at least she’s speaking to him. He’s no longer being haunted by an empty void and constant reminder that she’s not in his life anymore.

“No, I know but- but I never thought I’d never see you again.” he whimpers, “I haven’t even heard your voice. I’m going crazy here. I’ve been putting up the biggest fight of my life. I need you, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

Y/n’s face twists in anger once he finishes. How dare he say that to her? How dare he make this entirely about himself. He’s going crazy? He doesn’t know how much longer he can do this? He was the one who broke things off. She fought for him, she’s been fighting for him for so long and he was the one who kept pushing her away. Him not seeing her? Him going crazy? That’s his fault. This is all his fault.

In her sudden fit of anger, Y/n storms up to the door, punching it with the two sides of her fists.

“You let me go, Harry!” She screams.

Harry visibly flinches at her sudden outburst, his body nearly flinging itself off the door.

"I did everything for you! I was there for you when you had nobody else, I was by your side while everybody else gave up on you! I was the only person on this earth who still had hope for you! And what did you do? You proved me wrong.”

Harry thrashes his head side to side, eyes squeezing shut as he hears her venomous words. His hands tug harder on the doorknob, fighting with everything he has just to fucking look at her.

“C’mon, Y/n! C’mon!” Harry growls through clenched teeth, attempting to kick the door down.

"I spent two years of my life with you because I loved you, and you let me go.” She whispers the last part, her forehead pressing gently against the door.

His breathing is harsh, face dampened with tears as his fingers graze the part of the door he knows she’s leaning on. This is the closest he’s been to her in three months, he’s getting more mental by the second. He’s hasn’t felt her so close in so long, he’ll stop at nothing to get closer. Not even this goddamn door can stop him.

“Y/n” he whispers, “open this door or so help me God, I will kick it down myself.”

She lifts her hand hesitantly to the knob, contemplating whether to completely ignore his request or risk breaking down everything she’s built since the breakup. She’s close to walking away, but she doesn’t think she’d be able to live with herself if she decides not to see him again. She’s barely survived the past three months without him, she can’t bare to think about how emotional she’d become if she wasted another minute of her life without her beside him.

Her shaking fingers slowly turn the lock. She barely has time to even consider going back on her decision before Harry emerges from the other side, feverishly slamming the door and locking it again, preventing anybody on invading their privacy.

He turns around to face her in a hasting manner, hair disheveled, dampened with little drops of water dripping from the ends. His sweatpants and t-shirt worn sloppily on his body, as if in a hurry to put his outfit on.

When he sees her, he swears every part of him ignites. He’s breathless, seeing her stand in the middle of their favorite room, looking as nervous as ever, but just as beautiful as he remembers. It’s as if his heart mends at the sight of her, like she’s the cure for all the pain he’s been suffering through.

He’s never felt more alive in his life while he looks at her in this moment.

She keeps her head down, hiding her tears, refusing to let her eyes meet his. The second she looks at him, she’ll be a goner. She’ll mold back into him so easily there wouldn’t be any trace of a hesitation. She’ll conform back into his life as if she never left, but she refuses to do that now. She needs to realize the damage he’s done. Letting her go was the worst decision of his life.

“Y/n” Harry whispers, “please look at me.”

She lets out a grated cry, her hand reaching up to her chest. She shakes her head, lungs collapsing as she attempts to breathe past her sobs.

She’s never felt so hurt before. How can she look at her love, that broke her heart, and be expected to be okay? How is any of that possible?

“I- I can’t, Harry.” She sobs, shaking her head.

Harry takes a couple steps closer to her. Her body is shaking, her eyes looking at anywhere but him.

It hurts him more than she thinks. He feels crushed and helpless as she continues to ignore him. He just wants nothing more than for him to be heard and to be seen by her, and she’s just not giving it to him, and he feels like he’s dying.

“Why?” he whispers, his hand reaching out to graze her shoulder.

“Please talk to me, why can’t you look at me?!” He cries out, frustrated tears tracing down his face.

“Because when I look at you, all I can think about is loving you!” she sobs, her voice raising as her eyes, finally, look up to stare at his. “And I don’t want to love you anymore, Harry, I don’t! You ruined me! You fought against everything in your life. You fought everything and everyone and yet you didn’t fight for us!”

It feels as if the wind has been knocked right out of Harry, his chest tightening as he listens to her confess everything she’s been feeling within the past three months.

He never thought about it that way- not fighting for her. He was trying to fight for her for so long, but he couldn’t find the strength to change. When he left her, he didn’t mean it as him not fighting for their relationship, he meant is as a way to protect her from him- to protect her from the danger he’s been bringing into her life.

He continues to cry. Soul-shaking, heavy cries as she pushes his hand off of her.

“I want to hate you so bad, Harry” she whimpers, eyes closing as silent tears run along her face.

“But when I look at you all I can think about is holding you and touching you and kissing you and all I can think about is doing everything you don’t want me to do.”

Harry looks at her like he’s watching his whole world crumble. He’s confused, extremely heartbroken that she genuinely believes he didn’t want any of that. That’s all he thought about. Living without those hands roaming his body, living without her lips against hers, living without her arms wrapped around him was enough to kill him. He just felt so empty.

“You really think I don’t want any of that?” he whispers, his fingers reaching up to rub her cheek.

She rubs her cheek along his fingers, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. Even the slightest bit of it is enough to send chills down her spine.

“I don’t know” she mumbles, “I don’t know anything about us anymore.”

He sighs, hands making their way around her waist before pulling her against him. She cries softly in his chest, her fingers tugging softly at the hem of his shirt. He rocks her back and forth, his own tears falling on top of her head but she shows no sign of caring.

“I never stopped loving you, you know” he whispers, lips speaking against her shoulder, “I don’t know how I did all that I did without you. I promise you, I’m not the man I was. I don’t hurt people anymore, I’m not who I was, I swear. I fought for us when I let you go. I had to prove myself wrong to convince myself we could be right for each other.”

She shakes her head, pushing his body away from hers.

“So that’s it? You had to convince yourself we were right for each other? So through our entire two years you just- you just thought we were wrong for each other?” she snaps.

Harry begins to panic, everything rushing to him all at one time, he feels like he can hardly breathe.

“No, baby, what are you-”

“How could you say that to me, Harry?” she whispers, eyes looking desperately into his, “how could you dare stand there and say that to me?”

He desperately reaches for her hand, bringing it up to his lips as he’s on the verge of genuinely begging her to understand him.

He’s never seen her so hurt.

“I know me and you are meant for each other. I- I never laid hands on someone else the way I laid my hands on you. You pushed me through everything, you stuck by me through all my faults and you still loved me, Y/n. Even though I know there were times you wanted to despise me, you continued to love me. And even now, I’m standing here, probably looking like the biggest fool because the man who used to not give a shit about others is drowning in his own tears over a girl but I don’t care. Because my life is nothing without you, my existence is nothing without you by my side. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to convince you that I never meant a single word of what I said to you when I left.”

She looks up at him in admiration, her hands harshly holding his face. She’s speechless, soft breaths struggling to escape her as she tries for form a coherent sentence.

“You will always be my plus one, baby. Don’t you ever forget that.”

Before he can say anything else, she feverishly pushes his lips toward her. Her body ignites in pure euphoria, the feeling of his lips against hers reviving every part of her that died when he left.

She moans in the kiss, pushing his body down against the bed. His hands graze her back, lost in complete oblivion as her lips work magnetically against hers.

There’s no point in fighting this anymore, she didn’t want to spend another second without him. She knew they wouldn’t be apart forever, but she didn’t know how easy it would be to fall back into his arms. It was as if the anger burning inside her was no match for the overwhelming desire to have him back in her life, as if her broken heart didn’t give a shit about its angered undertone.

And with his lips against hers, with her name breathlessly leaving his lips like she’s never heard it before, the past meant absolutely fucking nothing to them.

“Don’t leave.” Harry heaves between kisses, his fingers digging into her waist, sure to leave marks.

God, how fucking heavenly is this, she thinks.

“Not leaving.” She whispers back, sloppily detaching herself from him to take off the unwanted t-shirt that was to his body.

She presses her lips against his chest, kissing down from his neck to the valley in between his chest. Her hands grip his, squeezing them as she kisses down to his naval.

“No,” Harry groans, the feeling of her touch making it hard for him to concentrate, “you’re not understandin’ me, baby. Don’t leave.

Her lips come to a halt, her eyes traveling up his body until they meet his. She rests her chin against his abdomen, confused wrinkles forming between her eyebrows. He’s panting, eyes dark as he looks down at her. But he’s smirking, slightly, reaching his hand up to slide it down her hair. 

“How much of a fool would I be if I get the love of my life back and not ask her to move in with me?” 

Y/n chuckles, placing her forehead against his abdomen as she laughs.

“We already have a house together, y’know, I think we both knew I’d come back and-”

Here” Harry interrupts her, “ask you to move in with me here.”

Y/n’s mouth drops, at a complete loss of words after hearing the question Harry planned on asking her for far too long now. 

She loves this house, she does, with a passion, but she never thought Harry would live with her here. Sure, it is the house they feel most comfortable in, and it is the house that feels most like home to them, but this is under the Tomlinson name. How can this place be theirs?

She stutters out, not processing what exactly had just happened. 


“Oh c’mon” Harry sighs, “you never thought about this? You can’t tell me you can’t see us being married with our little kids roaming around in here, can you?”

Y/n lets out a soft cry, the words falling from his mouth making their way to her beating heart. She smiles up at him, giggling before crawling so that she’s on top of him. He laughs at her, heart swelling at the look on her face. She leans down to kiss him again, lips meshing together in pure bliss.

“I can see all of that” she sighs out in contentment, “I love you so much, Harry. I’d never leave.”

He smiles again before giving her a quick peck to her lips.

She lifts her hand to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly at the roots.

“Happy birthday, my sweet love of mine.”

Coming Home - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer gets released from prison and comes home to the reader and their daughter.

Y/N - Your name

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Word Count: 1,169

Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been gone for almost two weeks :( I went on vacation with my friend and then came back to so much make up work and ap testing. Hopefully you guys don’t hate me, here’s this! :)

It had been weeks since the three of you were together, hell, it had been two weeks alone since you visited him in there. Spencer looked absolutely horrible when you did, bruises aligned his jaw and he had a black eye that stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was obvious he was going out of his mind in that place when he snapped saying that he was capable of murder, even though you knew it wasn’t true. You worried about him almost every second after that moment and just wanted him to come home, but you couldn’t show your daughter how scared you really were.

She asked almost every night when daddy would be coming home and lately you were running out of excuses, but telling a seven year old what was really going on was just not an option.

Your thoughts ate you alive most nights, but you couldn’t stop blaming yourself until you would eventually fall asleep.

*phone vibrates*

It was four a.m when this was going on and you were usually passed out until at least seven, nothing was waking you up tonight.

After four missed calls, they gave up.

Once the sunshine hit the curtains Y/D/N came running in your room and hopped right next to you in bed. She seemed to always be full of energy in the mornings, which wasn’t a good thing on weekends.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Y/D/N was pushing you a little by now trying to get you up.

“What? I’m awake..” your eyes hadn’t opened because you were determined to get a few more hours of sleep. It was Saturday anyway, you had nowhere to be.

Y/D/N let out a loud sigh that made you open your eyes and laugh.

“Oh we’re pouting now, are we?”

Y/D/N nodded and crawled under the covers next to you. Her hair was long enough to be put into a tiny ponytail but it never seemed to stay tamed, especially after sleeping. Once she had turned four it was apparent she had gotten her daddies hazel eyes, which wasn’t a problem until now, when all you could see was him while looking at her.

“Someone was knocking at the door a few minutes ago but you and daddy told me not to answer to strangers, but I think they gave up.”

You looked at Y/D/N with confusion, it was 7 a.m, who was at the house this early? Oh no. What if something happened to Spencer? You jumped up and searched for your phone that was scattered somewhere in your sheets.

Four missed calls from Emily Prentiss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You didn’t even bother putting a sweatshirt over Spencer’s old t-shirt and walked as fast as you could to the front door. If something happened, you had no idea what you were going to do.

The peephole wasn’t even a thought before you yanked the door open to see Spencer standing there.

You were completely frozen seeing him, shock completely took over your body. This wasn’t real. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks but couldn’t move. For all the times you’d dreamed this, you never thought it would come true.


His voice felt like home, something that hadn’t been the same since he was gone. Relief washed over you but before you could get a word out Y/D/N came running past you and latched onto Spencer’s legs.

“Daddy! You’re home!” Y/D/N’s smile was as big as could be, as was his.

“I missed you so much goober.” you watched as Spencer kneel down and hug Y/D/N.

“I missed you too, I lost a tooth!” Y/D/N took a step back and smiled showing the hole inside her mouth. Spencer’s mouth dropped playing along as if it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“No way! Wow, did you put your tooth under your pillow for the tooth fairy?”

“Yes, mommy helped me and I got five bucks the next morning!” Y/D/N pointed at you and giggled as Spence looked up at you.

“Well isn’t that awesome! Hey Y/D/N, wanna go get me some water while I talk to mom?”

She nodded and ran into the kitchen.

“I uh, um..” you tried saying something, anything really, but you had no idea what to say.

Spencer stepped towards you nodding, understanding everything that was going on in your mind. He knew you like the back of his hand, surprises were not your thing.

The height difference between you two was perfect for him to kiss the top of your head. You loved this, especially when you would get stressed.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry Spence.” you mumbled as your face was scrunched against his shirt, which smelled of faded cologne.

Spencer looked down at you confused, “You’re sorry? Baby, what do you have to be sorry about?”

“All of this is my fault, I never should’ve let you go across the border, especially alone.”

Before he could react to what you just said Y/D/N came running back in with the glass of water. You backed out of his arms and watched as your daughter and husband talked.

Spencer kept looking over at you to make sure you were okay and flashed a couple smiles until you got up to go to the bathroom, or just sit in there.

After a few minutes a light knock came on the door,”Y/N, could I come in?”

You quietly sighed saying yes and unlocked the door. You sat back down on the side of the tub as he walked in, staring at the floor once he shut the door behind him.

“Can we talk?”

You nodded, “About what?”

“About you feeling guilty, because you shouldn’t.. At all. I was going even if you hadn’t agreed Y/N. None of this was your fault.”

“Okay.” you mumbled so low that he could barely hear you.

“Y/N.. please look at me.”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had fallen. Spencer bent down and took your hands in his.

“Baby..” his voice cracked, “please?”

You squeezed his hands then looked up for your eyes to meet, Spencer gave a slight smile as you realized how badly you missed his touch. Those puppy dog eyes were all you needed right now.

“What do you need me to do so you’ll feel safe again Y/N?.”

“I just.. I can’t lose you again.”

“You’ll never lose me Y/N.”Spencer leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead still holding your hands.

You smiled at those words, “Good.”

Spencer leaned back and glimpsed at your shirt and messy hair smiling, “You’re beautiful Y/N but I think that shirt is pretty awesome too.”

You blushed and shoved his shoulder, “You’re too sweet to me Spence, but you know I always steal your shirts.”

“That’s okay, you wear them better than I ever did.”

He doesn’t remember inviting me to his house and begging me to be his coach. He doesn’t remember dancing with me and grinding on my four thousand dollar suit in a room full of stuffy uptight strangers and sweeping me off my feet and spraying himself in champagne while standing on Chris’ powerful inner thighs for the camera. We had such a good night I thought we really connected and all this time he has been thinking the first time we spoke was when I showed up to his house unannounced with all of my stuff and my dog. I was throwing myself at him. I wanted him to see I could be fun and sexy too. I thought the reason he never tried to contact me after that was because he realized what a boring prude I am. Oh my god he probably thought I was a creep. Oh my GOD he probably thought I was some kind of fake flirty airhead. And a gross pervert for making him dance Eros. How did he not throw me out? And I was so pissed when he kept turning me down after everything at the banquet. He acted like he had never spoken to me before because he thought he HADN’T. And I was too embarrassed to ask what made him change his mind about me. This is unbelievable. I’m an idiot. I’m a huge idiot. But I’m an idiot wearing his ring somehow. Fuck.

If you guys ever feel embarrassed by something your parents did just remember that my parents found one of my ML fanarts and not only framed it and hung it in our house without asking me FOR EVERYONE TO SEE but also kept SHOWING IT TO STRANGERS WHEN WE WERE SELLING OUR HOUSE OKAY