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s1ater · 9 months

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hell v heaven.

pairings. harry bingham x fem!reader

about. reader gets scolded by her friend only for harry to defend her

warnings. swearing

from ricky's mailbox to yours. I don't expect anything from this, I just wanted to post because I miss this damn show

west ham was always ordinarily boring and filled to the brim with people who had their pockets filled with more than enough money to know what to do with.

your life was a repetitive process and ran on a schedule that really never changed unless you chose to eat breakfast for once in your life, which you never really did--or take your mom up on the offer to go on walks—which you also really never did.

the day you got off that bus and found no parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or even siblings was a day you couldn’t help but sigh in relief with finding a loss of obligations and responsibilities. you felt a lift from your shoulders and a greatness fill your chest as you finally let go and fell from your schedule.

but it wasn’t funny and you were no longer having any fun the moment you discovered your situation was permanent and a forest had overgrown all roads and tracks out of this new found nightmare of yours.

“you think god's trying to teach us a lesson?” you looked up from your book seeing your friend maddie who had her lips pressed into a thin line, still trying to figure out this whole predicament.

even as this was a nightmare and you weren’t used to change, you found yourself leaning away from getting caught up in caring so much or getting too emotional about it. you figured you could be in worse situations and at least you were still alive.

“i don’t think it’s that deep,” you mumbled carelessly, flipping the page to your book, not sparing another glance to her till she stands up with a huff and grumble, clenching and unclenching her fists while exiting harry’s living room.

but then she felt herself flipping around, facing you and your slightly confused expression, “what’s your problem?”

you frowned a little deeper as she stood before you with her poised posture, seeming more angered than you had ever seen her, “what?-” you shared a look with harry who seemed just as lost as you did before she cut you off.

“because ever since we discovered we’re trapped here it seems like you couldn’t give a damn and it’s really pissing me off,” she exhaled roughly with her chest puffing in and out with air, like she had been waiting a long time to say this. “you’re not here for anyone and i haven’t heard you cry once either, y/n.”

“you want me.. you want me to cry?” you raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback.

“yes, y/n, because i’m really close to thinking you’re a sociopath-”

“woah, woah, woah, maddie” harry shook his head with his lips deeply curved downwards, “shut up.”

“don’t tell me to ‘shut up’ harry.”

“don’t be a cunt, maddie,” he scoffs, looking at her as if she were a fool. his stare is harsh and she even slowly begins to feel like one with how hard and taunting his eyes are.

if harry had a skill in something, it'd be his way of looking down on people and making them feel his disgust and repulsion toward them. harry had to be one of the most arrogant people you had met, but at least his arrogance came in handy in situations where you needed defense.

"whatever, harry," she rolls her eyes at him, trying to push off the sickening feeling he pushed on to her. "you two deserve each other, especially if you're both enjoying this little vacation we were gifted."

harry sits in the grey chair maddie previously sat in, "you okay?"

"yeah, I'm good."

“you sure?”

you look up to him, finally meeting his dialed in expression that was genuine and curious to your well being.

strange.

it was things like this that gave you somewhat joy that you no longer had a schedule, that kept you from hating your new reality.

west ham turning upside down revealed a lot about your fellow classmates and even best friend’s character, as seen seconds ago. you couldn’t decipher whether or not you found joy in the fact of that, but right now, with harry sitting across from you and close to reach out to you, was something you knew you enjoyed.

before, in your tight knit schedule, harry didn’t fit in it. he was only a family friend you saw at birthdays and conjoined vacations since the beginning of your memory, but nothing more.

“yeah, i’m sure,” you pressed your lips into a thin line.

“i don’t think she understands people handle grief differently,” he looks sympathetic but drops any attempt to move closer with a reach of comfort upon realization that you were really fine.

“you think i’m in grief?”

he pauses, doesn’t look at you for a minute with silence as he narrows his eyebrows before looking up to meet your eyes, “i mean, aren’t we all?”

aren’t we all?

jesus, maybe you were a sociopath.

“i-uh-“

“y/n,” he stops you, shaking his hand. “when-when my father died, i didn’t think it was real. all these people came up to me, your parents, all would walk up, apologize, offer their condolences, but i never really understood. what was the big deal?—just a death, right?”

he offers an awkward smile with a glance through his eyelashes, before looking back to his carpet, “thing was, i didn’t realize that that death, was my fathers death—i mean i did, my body didn’t. i was in denial.”

silence. you both think about his words.

the way he spoke was really smart--it surprised you that it was him that they were coming from. not only did you start to enjoy his company, but his words...

“i shouldn’t have-“

“no,” you cut him from his potential regret in sharing. you knew that took a lot from him. “maybe you're right… or maybe maddie is. maybe i really am a sociopath.”

"y/n, that's an insane thing to say," he shakes his head, still looking down, but now at his hands as he begins to rub them together. "everyone handles grief differently," he repeats, "especially something like this; especially something that feels nowhere near real."

you stare at harry, blinking, while he stares back at you with a thin-lipped smile. you felt your chest tighten to an extreme as you continued to watch, thinking about his words that tumble around in your head. you somehow couldn't grasp it; the reassurance. but rather... you were more hung up on the matter that it was him saying such kind words to you.

everyone knew harry was the biggest asshole in west ham and he had no shame in it. everyone would call you a liar is you ever exposed the conversation; harry didn't have a nice bone in his body, so how was it that he had just created one of the nicest convos you had ever had with anyone?

your chest pulls into a ball even more. you feel like you can't breathe.

what was happening to you?

you hadn't felt a pang of sadness till now.

"you okay?"

you hate that question.

"yeah, i'm okay."

"you sure?" he's leaning towards you, his eyes prying.

you feel the pressure intensify, but this time around your eyes as if something had the need to be forced out.

fuck, not now.

"y/n, woah," he's quick to come closer to you, now kneeling before you with his hands on your face.

“i shouldn’t be crying-“

he shushes you as he tries his best to clear your face from the salty tears that begin to run down your cheeks like a hill. he smiles lightly to your embarrassment while shaking his head, “crying is fine.”

“i feel bad.”

“for what?”

“harry, i don’t even feel bad about them being gone,” you sniff, wiping your face from the wetness quickly. “i feel bad about you and your father and everything.”

“oh?” he seems caught off guard about this, taking a step back from your distraught stare. “why?”

you stare over at him with wide doe eyes, something that looks like fear for the matter of having to provide an explanation. you glance to the side, also leaning away from him, bracing yourself to answer. you feel even more choked up, like your throat had been clogged and stuffed with toilet paper--or whatever it was to help you not speak.

"my parents-" you sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "god, I hated my parents--so I'm not sorry that I'm not sad about something that is ultimately a blessing... but I am sorry that this has happened to you... all of you."

he stares. he feels as if he's about to explode.

"I'm sorry, harry--that you had to lose your father and your mother as fast as you did," you shake your head, "I'm sorry that you think that that's how I feel about my own parents."

why does he feel like this?

his hand is mid air, reaching to clasp his chest as if consoling his heart, but it doesn't goes as far to make contact.

he feels strange. he doesn't know how to cope with someone he has known for so long revealing what must have been the biggest burden on their shoulders, hidden in plain sight from him, as well as gushing about sympathy for him--he hates that.

as for the other thing; harry had known you since the beginning of time, he knew your parents since the beginning of time. you were both absorbed within the same lifestyle but the two of you were never anything more than acquaintances.

he found it strange that he could see your life so clearly like it was his own, but it seemed that was only the surface of a glass window that only you and your family allowed people to see.

"y/n, you're not a sociopath," he finally says, "sociopaths don't feel sympathy for other people. you're just in a difficult situation that no kid will understand because their parents are their heroes."

he pinches the bridge of his nose, finally looking up to you, "you also shouldn't feel bad for me."

you looked at him confused, urging him to explain.

"none of us are saints, y/n. somehow i think we all deserve this," he runs a hand down the front of his face. "you... you're just somehow better than the rest of us, this is a vacation god has granted you."

you stifle a laugh, shaking your head.

he smiles in return before dropping his face into a softer expression, reaching for your hand, "you good?"

"yeah, i'm good," you nod.

"good," he squeezes your hand. "enjoy heaven while you have it."

#the society #alex fitzalan #alex fitzalan x reader #alex fitzalan imagine #harry bingham imagine #harry bingham x reader #harry bingham #the society imagine #the wilds #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #angst #allie pressman #kelly aldrich

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captainbucky-yt · 1 year

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LUKE THOMPSON as HIRAM 'HARRY' BINGHAM

Transatlantic (2023) | 1.04: "No Road Back"

#luke thompson #transatlantic #netflix transatlantic #1.04 #harry bingham #please give credit if using #benedict bridgerton

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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Luke Thompson acting method:

soft eyes

and smirks

#luke thompson #transatlantic #harry bingham #netflix #he’s so pretty it makes me stupid

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forbescaroline · 1 year

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235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 176. harry bingham and allie pressman - the society “You don’t have to be ashamed. I think we know each other pretty well.”

#hallie #thesocietyedit #hallieedit #harry bingham #allie pressman #the society #**#235ships #mine: the society #mine: harry and allie #queue #i'll never forgive netflix for taking this show from me

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raekensluver · 6 months

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underrated men i love that need more fics on tumblr:

chandler bing (f.r.i.e.n.d.s)

ross geller (f.r.i.e.n.d.s)

joey tribbiani (f.r.i.e.n.d.s)

kirin o'connor (the wilds)

harry bingham (the society)

jesse swanson (pitch perfect)

ben gross (never have i ever)

#my pookies #i love them so much #in love #xoxo #chandler bing #ross geller #joey tribbiani #kirin o'connor #harry bingham #jesse swanson #ben gross #atar chit chats *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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sheriheartsit · 5 months

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endless list of my all time favourite tv ships; ♡ harry bingham & allie pressman {The Society} ↳ “You don’t have to be ashamed. I think we know each other pretty well.”

#MY ALL TIME FAVE TV SHIPS #my fave tv couples #tv couples #tv ships #lists #the society #allie x harry #harry x allie #allie pressman #harry bingham #kathryn newton #alex fitzalan #tv couple

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tvstcff · 1 year

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#alex fitzalan #alex fitzalan icons #icons #harry bingham #harry bingham icons #the society #the society icons

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purestxblood · 1 year

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗧𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!

Hello wonderfuls, ♡ thank you so much for taking the time to check out my the society master list & read my works. Comments, likes, & reblogs are always appreciate as I love to hear your thoughts.

Like every talented writer, I do not give permission for any of my works to be translated, rewritten, copied and posted on platforms other than my own accounts here on Tumblr & Wattpad unless stated otherwise.

☁️ 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙. 💌: 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘. 🌑: 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦. 🌶️: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧.

𝗙𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗘, 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬 🌶️ 💌

𝘀𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗲 ▬ (𝘯.) 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵; "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴". ▎𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘁, 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝙡𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭& 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵- 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧 & 𝘮 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝟭𝟴 + 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬.

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗜𝗘, 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘵 🌶️ 🌑

𝗔𝘁 𝗱𝘂𝘀𝗸 , 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 & 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘪𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 & 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 - 𝘧 & 𝘮 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘯/𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺. 𝟭𝟴 + 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬.

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗨𝗦, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮 🌶️

𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 , 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭, 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨, 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭, & 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘧 & 𝘮 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.𝟭𝟴 + 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬.

#the society #the society netflix #luke holbrook #campbell eliot #harry bingham #luke holbrook x oc #luke holbrook x reader #campbell eliot x reader #campbell eliot x oc #harry bingham x oc #harry bingham x reader

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fandom-addict404 · 4 months

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GUYSSS i’m back again

i need another show

just finished the society and the recruit

i’m not ok after the society

i cannot believe netflix cancelled it

they need to UNCANCEL right the fuck now

but they can’t 😔😭

anywhoooooo

i need another show

hot mentally ill were and always will be my type so anything with that in there would satisfy me tbh

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llamaqueenprompt · 3 months

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Hope is For You

Characters: Harry Bingham, Reader

Not Requested

Word Count: 428

Inspiration: Hopefulness is like a drug. It’s hard to escape the addiction of hoping.

Y/n's arrival in West Ham marked a turning point for its residents, especially for one Harry Bingham. The mysterious atmosphere that surrounded him seemed to dissipate in Y/n's presence, as if her laughter carried the antidote to the somber clouds that hung over the town.

One day, as Y/n explored the town square, she spotted Harry sitting alone on a bench, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. Undeterred by his enigmatic aura, she approached him with her trademark bright smile.

"Mind if I join you?" Y/n asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Harry looked up, surprised by the interruption. "Sure, have a seat."

As they began talking, Y/n's optimism clashed with Harry's stoicism, creating a unique dynamic that neither could resist. Amidst the peculiar events that had unfolded in West Ham, their banter and laughter became a refreshing break from the mysteries that shrouded the town.

Days turned into nights, and Y/n and Harry found themselves drawn to each other. Their shared adventures became a respite from the peculiarities of the society they lived in. They explored the town's hidden corners, discovering a sense of normalcy in the midst of the abnormal.

In the quiet moments, hope seemed to weave its threads around their hearts. Y/n, with her contagious enthusiasm, brought a lightness to Harry's world that he hadn't known was missing. He, in turn, offered her a sense of security amidst the uncertainties of West Ham.

One evening, under the soft glow of a streetlamp, Harry took Y/n's hand. The warmth of their entwined fingers sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. In that simple gesture, they acknowledged the unspoken truth – hope, like a drug, had become an addiction they were more than willing to embrace.

"Hopefulness is like a drug," Harry mused, his eyes locking onto Y/n’s. "It's hard to escape the addiction of hoping."

Y/n smiled, her gaze unwavering. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing. Maybe hope is what we need to get through all of this."

As they strolled through the quiet streets, the shadows of the past seemed to fade away. The town, with its peculiarities, became a backdrop for their love story. In the soft glow of the moon, they embraced the hopefulness that had become their shared drug – a pocketful of hope that they carried with them into the uncertain future of West Ham. And in each other, they found a source of strength, a reason to face the mysteries that lay ahead with a newfound sense of optimism.

#imagine #x reader #one shot #imagines #the society x reader #the society imagine #the society #harry bingham #harry bingham x reader #harry bingham imagine

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captainbucky-yt · 1 year

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LUKE THOMPSON as HIRAM 'HARRY' BINGHAM

Transatlantic (2023) | 1.06: “Pure Psychic Automatism”

#luke thompson #Harry Bingham #netflix transatlantic #transatlantic #1.06 #please credit if using #eyes!!!#glasses!!!!#fuck off (affectionate)#benedict bridgerton

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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What I didn’t expect was for Luke’s daemon to be cast with him in Transatlantic.

#luke thompson #transatlantic #Netflix #harry bingham #twinning

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tickletastic · 10 months

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Up and Up and Up and Up

Fandom: The Society

Ship: N/A

Warnings: Very very brief mentions of drug use, obsessive behaviour, and depression (implied bipolar)

Summary: Things are looking up for Harry, finally, so Kelly takes it upon herself to ensure that he’s smiling as much as he can in their new life.

Harry feels, almost for the first time in his life, that he may be in the clear. Like maybe, just maybe, he won’t have to worry about how he’s going to make it to tomorrow, or next week, or even maybe next month.

Before everything, before New Ham and mayoral elections and pill-popping, there had been his constant need for attention. His mother had never been much of a mom, but more of a stern, semi-regular presence in his house. He wasn’t good to her if he wasn’t making her look good, so he threw himself at school and sports and debate club, and subsequently, adderall, obsessive working out, and sleepless nights.

After, it was just him, his bed, and the uppers Campbell would give him, until the well ran dry and suddenly it was just him, his bed, and the incredibly interesting view provided to him by the peeling paint on his wall. After, it was month-long depressive episodes and getting his rations cut into half, and then a quarter, and then to almost nothing.

But now? Now he can sit patiently in the dirt and listen carefully while Grizz explains how their harvesting season will go. Now Gordie knows Harry’s family’s medical history and shows up at his doorstep each Monday with a week’s worth of mood-stabilisers. Now he has a codeword with Kelly when he’s having a really bad day and the two of them go for a long walk after she finds someone to cover their shifts. Now Harry has people that love him, and now he has the support he’s always believed he was unworthy of.

Now, though, as in right now this minute, Harry is running desperately, giggling, as Grizz and Allie are hot on his heels, Kelly laughing while she watches the chase.

“Kelly, you traitor!” He screams, managing to trap himself between the kitchen’s island and counters.

Allie stands on one side of the kitchen, Grizz on the other, and Harry calculates who would be easier to take on. The obvious answer is Allie, of course, but she’s not above playing dirty. Grizz, on the other hand, inches taller than Harry and much broader, would likely take him down in a second.

“Oho fuck,” Harry says, giggling in spite of himself at his current predicament. “Guys, don’t. I’m seherious.”

“Guys, don’t!” Allie mocks with her hands up, shaking her head, “I’m serious!”

The silliness in her action is enough to make Harry giggle harder, and he’s officially feeling the most embarrassed he’s ever been, face turning pink as he giggles in the corner like a little kid.

Grizz makes a move, faking Harry out, and Harry flinches back with a squeal. “Stohohop!”

The more the anticipation builds, the more he works himself up, giggling frantically and giving up hope of finding an escape.

Kelly appears in the kitchen’s entrance, smiling fondly at Harry, making the embarrassment even worse. “Why’d you have to tell them?”

“Don’t get all pouty,” she teases, “what if someone else had to cover my shift at the hospital one day and you needed a check-up? They would’ve found out eventually.”

“They don’t even work the hospital!” Harry shouts indignantly, “they wouldn’t have!” Harry hears Allie move and shifts to look in her direction, Grizz takes the opportunity and charges at him, grabbing him by the waist.

“No!” Harry screams as he’s tossed over Grizz’s shoulder, pounding his fists on Grizz’s back. “Kelly, help!”

“Sorry, Harry, but I have totally missed seeing you like this.”

Harry is tossed onto the couch, and within seconds Allie is looming over him, grinning menacingly down at him. “So Harry, where’s your worst spot?”

“What? Why would I- Ahahahallie nohohoho!” Harry squeals when Allie’s fingers touch down on his ribs, skittering and poking around every bone and space between them. Before he can grab Allie’s wrists, Grizz is taking both of Harry’s arms into one of his, raising them above his head. “Nohoho! Fuhuhuck yohohou!”

Allie gasps, putting on a disappointed face, “Harry, that’s so mean! Grizz is just trying to help me out, why would you say that?”

“Yeah, Harry. That really hurt my feelings,” Grizz teases, his free hand going to Harry’s neck. Instead of his shoulders scrunching to his ears, which had been the expected reaction, Harry throws his head back, snorting between his frantic giggles.

“That was adorable, Bingham. Do that again,” Grizz coos, repeating the fluttering movement over Harry’s collarbones.

“Grizz, nohoho!” Harry squeals, shaking his head from side to side. “Stahap that!”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” Grizz laughs, putting a little more pressure in his movements.

“Ihihit tickles! Grihihizz, stahahap, ihihit tihihickles!” Harry chuckles, squirming in an attempt to release himself from his captors.

Grizz’s face breaks out into a fond grin, eyes sparkling as he watches Harry dissolve into hysterics. “That’s like, the whole entire point, I think.”

Harry can only respond with a shriek as Allie’s fingers slither up and under his arms, scratching and poking as Harry giggles himself silly.

Amidst his struggling, Harry makes eye contact with Kelly, who’s perched on the chair across the room, and sees the most sickeningly fond look on her face. It’s so endearing and sweet that he has to close his eyes and turn his head to avoid turning red, surrendering himself to Grizz and Allie’s torture.

His eyes don’t stay closed for very long, though, because not even a minute later Allie is pinching up and down Harry’s sides and he is thrown into hiccup-filled silent laughter, trying desperately to regain the use of his hands. Pulling as hard as he can in an attempt to release himself from Grizz.

“Aww, does wittle Harry have terribly ticklish sides?” Grizz coos, his hand slowly moving down Harry’s torso until they’re at his tummy. Harry practically screams, arching his back so hard that he almost throws both of them off.

“UHUHUNCLE!” Harry squeals, “PLEHEHASE! UHUHUHUNCLE!”

Grizz decides to show some mercy and frees Harry’s arms, while Allie moves from on top of him and lightens her touch, moving her fingers to Harry’s ribs, where he seemed to be less sensitive.

“Never thought I’d say anything this nice about Harry Bingham,” Allie starts, smiling while Harry giggles lightly at her touches, “but this is adorable.”

“Shuhut up!” Harry exclaims, batting at Allie’s hands.

“Okay, okay, I’m done.” Allie says, rubbing away the tickles from Harry’s ribs. He squirms, whining quietly, “are you serious? Even this tickles?”

Harry turns, burying his reddening face in Grizz’s thigh, and Grizz just laughs, ruffling his curls. Harry mumbles something unintelligible, not once, but twice, refusing to repeat it loud enough for the other two to hear.

Allie sends Kelly a look and Kelly smiles back, nodding. “He wants to cuddle.”

“What?” Grizz asks incredulously, eyebrows shooting up.

“He couldn’t even ask for it when we were dating without turning red as a tomato,” Kelly laughs, “he wants to cuddle.”

Harry groans, bringing his hands up to cover his reddening ears.

“Well, Bingham, looks like you’re spending an afternoon with Grizz the Cuddle Monster,” Grizz grins, repositioning Harry by the waist so that Grizz’s body is wrapped around Harry’s. Harry flips over so his face is buried in Grizz’s chest while he tries to stop his still fiery blush.

“Okay, well, I’ve got to go to go visit Eden, but that was, and I will keep saying it just to see you blush, absolutely adorable,” Allie teases, tasering Harry in the side once more as she gets up. He bats her hands away, kicking out with a giggle.

“Goho away!” Harry says, moving further into Grizz.

“Whatever, whatever, see you guys after your little nap,” Allie laughs.

“I’m gonna get going too, I’ve got an hour’s worth of check-ups to complete,” Kelly says, “but I will be back later to join the cuddle pile.”

“Whatever you say,” Grizz laughs, wrapping an arm around Harry, the other playing with his hair.

It only takes Harry mere minutes of the peace to fall asleep, and he doubts he’ll go another sleepless night again now that he’s in the better part of the after, now that he’s living in the now.

#the society #harry bingham #allie pressman #grizz #kelly aldrich #ticklish!harry #ticklish!harrybingham #the society tickle fic

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