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criesinliess · 3 months

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━JANUARY 2024; susan's recs

HARRY POTTER

━━DRACO MALFOY

buy me presents @writingsbychlo

━━MATTHEO RIDDLE

for you @mrsbarnesblog

THE MARAUDERS ERA

━━JAMES POTTER

cold as you @pretty-little-mind33

THE MAZE RUNNER

━━THOMAS

daffodils @writingsbychlo

that much was obvious @justauthoring

MARVEL

━━PIETRO MAXIMOFF

sokovian cuddles @mar-gega

the silent treatment @floral-and-fine

━━LOKI LAUFEYSON

terrible liar @fandxmslxt69

ANNE WITH AN E

━━GILBERT BLYTHE

love, lunch and letters @reidandweep

keep your hand inside of mine @harringtown

everything i hold dear resides in those eyes @↑

THE SOCIETY

━━HARRY BINGHAM

my poor little baby @the-girl-who-used-to-write

initiative @collecting-stories

FATE: THE WINX SAGA

━━RIVEN

the only edge @imkylotrash

MIXTE 1963

━━JOSEPH DESCAMPS

a real gentleman @meltinghun

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

━━LUKE CASTELLAN

bleedin' me dry @atlabeth

sly swordsman @krkiiz

take a chance with me @↑

something out of my dreams @celesterayel

call it what you want @sayoneee

lavender roses @breadbrobin

about you @surftrips

fighting chance @supercutszns

a place with you @↑

true colours @↑

the grudge (or: the 7 things luke castellan hated about you) @kamaluhkhan

i won't say (im in love) @calliopeslyrics

bedtime stories @mischiefmoons

titles @indecisivemuch

THE BEAR

━━CARMY BERZATTO

blueberry bbq; strawberry gazpacho @collecting-stories

i love you @sunflowersteves

ONE PIECE

━━SANJI

tell it to me straight (because i’m going crazy) @justmediocrewriting

little by little @zorobff

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

marriage pact @fantasylandloser

season one of “come home” — masterlist @stevie-petey

drunken confession @caxde

itty bitty pretty @t-lostinworlds

OUTER BANKS

━━JJ MAYBANK

worth it @pariahsparadise

━━RAFE CAMERON

rafe, scary? pfft! @suncoved

LOCKWOOD & CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

till death do us part @websterss

certain @↑

never angry @↑

#susan’s recs #fics recs #draco malfoy x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #james potter x reader #thomas x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #gilbert blythe x reader #harry bingham x reader #riven x reader #joseph descamps x reader #luke castellan x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #opla sanji x reader #steve harrington x reader #jj mayback x reader #rafe cameron x reader #anthony lockwood x reader

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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."

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purestxblood · 1 year

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗧𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!

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☁️ 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.

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llamaqueenprompt · 3 months

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Hope is For You

Characters: Harry Bingham, Reader

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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.

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Not Your Responsibility *Part 4*

Harry Bingham X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 727

Requested: Anon

Request: Will you make one more part of not your responsibility? I'd love to know what reader has plans since she says her plan is working.

*Part 3*

It was easy to plant a rumour in a place like this which was what you had in listed Allie and the rest to spread on that would be campaign ending, you needed Campbell to hear the rumour and use it the way that you knew he would, as a way to end you.

Everything from there happened very quickly. People started talking about a fake story you had created, you put up a good act as you pretended to try and ignore everything that people were saying and before long what you wanted from the plan came to fruition, the cameras were set up in your house. You were sitting in your living room when you heard the front door open, you glanced back and as you expected Campbell was standing in the doorway leading in “Can I help you?” You asked. “You're ruined…” He smirked. “That story going around is going to destroy you.” “You told them, didn't you?” You asked. “No one would have believed it if it came from me, I had the guards spread it, Liam was the one that all of them believed.” He smirked. “So tell me is that true?” “No… I don’t know where that story came from.” You answered, looking away from him. “Doesn’t matter if they all believe it, good luck winning.” He smirked “I just keep spreading it until they all believe and they’ll vote for Harry and then I’ll be in charge.” “Really?” You asked. “You think that’s how this is going to happen? If you think that I’m giving up then you are so wrong.” “I can’t wait to see you pull this back.” He teased and you rolled your eyes. “I can’t wait to see you fall on your ass.” You said not missing a beat as you attempted to walk past him but he grabbed your arm. “Give up.” He ordered. “I don’t answer to you.” You tried to pull your arm away but the bruising grip only got tighter, he turned you slamming you against the wall, the air was knocked out of your lungs as he laughed. “It’ll be worse if you don’t give up.” He promised before walking past you and leaving the house. You were still slightly dazed when Allie crouched in front of you. “Are you okay?” She asked and you nodded. “The recording..?” You asked. “We’ve got it, Gordie is sending it to everyone on an anonymous number, let me see your arm.” She ordered pulling up your sleeve, it was then that you noticed Kellie was there as well. “I don’t think it’s broken, it looks really bruised though so make sure to tell me if it gets any worse.” Kellie said.

The next morning you met Harry in a room as you all sat down to count the votes Gordie was the one who was counting them, you sat across the table from each other, Campbell was standing behind him and Allie standing behind you. Gordie pulled out the first vote which went to Harry, next two went to you and then another 3 to Harry, then another 3 to you, the counting continued until there was no paper left and when the totals were added up, you came out the winner, you leaned toys cheek against you hand and smirked. “Surprised?” You asked as you looked at Campbell. “What you were supposed to lose, everyone hated you.” He frowned. “They did, until you admitted that you spread the rumour and that was all I needed but you went one step further by assaulting me in my own home, it was all caught on camera, all that was left was to send it to a couple of people and watch it spread like wildfire.” “I’ll kill you.” Campbell said through gritted teeth. “I’m sure you'll try but that’ll be hard to do from the inside of a prison cell.” You shrugged. “Wait.” Harry called. “Good luck with your new life Harry.” You waved behind you as you left the room. “Do you really think that this is over?” Allie asked. “It’s done, no one will believe anything that he says, he might try to get me out of the leading position but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” You answered. “What about Harry?” Allie asked. “He’s not my responsibility.” You shrugged.

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murswrites · 3 years

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Fluff Alphabet ⎯ Harry Bingham

Character/Celeb: Harry Bingham Fandom: The Society MASTERLIST Request from anon: Hello! Can I please request fluff alphabet with Harry Bingham please? Thank you 😌

A/N Yes, he’s a dick in the show but he’s hot shut up. Also this headcanon is sorta in-between the whole thing where it’s just the teenagers and then the real world.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Everyone thinks Harry finds the “standard of beauty” to be the deciding factor (plus status) in who he likes, but deep down he enjoys someone who makes him feel safe.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He’s never really thought about it and I’m sure even then, he’s not interested in having kids. I’m sure he’s worried about screwing up like his parents did.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Just laying/sitting beside each other is usually how it goes. But Harry enjoys holding you whenever you spend the night.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Harry’s a certified show-off, so before the field trip he’s definitely taking you out to expensive restaurants and on joy rides in one of his cars. But after everyone is stuck in New West Ham, your dates are far simpler. Usually just sitting under a tree during free time eating together or watching a movie on his projector at home.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my... favorite person.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He doesn’t like feeling he owes someone something so he honestly doesn’t really realize the feeling of being “indebted” to you was... in fact loving you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Despite popular belief, Harry is very gentle. He may be a dick to the whole world but with you, he’s kind and genuine. May it be with his words or how he hugs you.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

I feel like the gif above sort of explains it, he’s rather feel your wrist that your hand because (and don’t tell anyone) Harry has clammy hands all the time. It grosses him out and he’s afraid it does the same to you.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He kind of thinks everyone who isn’t rich isn’t worth his time so honestly? Uh, Harry thought you were boring and not worth his time. Sorry, it’s not cute, I know.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes, Harry is that kid that would hog all of his toys on a play date because they’re his. It’s a little toxic how he reacts to certain situations but I’m sure he’d try to work on it if you asked.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You initiated the first kiss. Harry a bad kisser when you first meet him, he’s only ever kissed like he’s seen in the movies and everyone who had been with him up until that point never said a word. So when you tell him “hey this kinda sucks”, he’s very confused. But you teach him how to kiss you in a way that works and he’s a quick learner.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do, I feel like Harry is scared to trust someone completely so he probably holds back on saying that he loves you. But once you say it, he seems to be more comfortable doing so.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Junior prom, definitely. It may have been chaotic and technically boring but you made it fun for Harry. You two danced the night away. Maybe Harry loves the memory more now since senior prom was a bust... he doesn’t really know.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Before the field trip, he would have bought you extravagant gifts and beautiful things. But after? Harry would probably feel ashamed that he couldn’t give you all and more since he’s been taught that material things = how much you love a person. It would be hard for him to unlearn this.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

I think it would be a warm light pink, it’s soft and soothing. It makes him feel safe.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He’s honestly basic, so things like “babe”, “baby” or an ugly nickname he chose to make you “angry” with. (ex: gremlin)

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Gardening, when he was younger his mother and him would plant flowers together. Harry hasn’t done it in years but he has fond memories of it.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Watch movies, order takeout. After the field trip it’s pretty much the same minus takeout.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

One word (kind of). A game of fugitive. He is weirdly obsessed with this game, but it brings together his favorite things. Fast cars and telling people what to do. (aka having control)

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Around others, he’s a bit of a meathead with no emotions. But with you he tends to actually open up a bit.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Long and fast car rides with the hood down. It’s weird how adrenaline helps Harry calm down.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Literally everything, Harry will always be a rich kid at heart so it’s honestly in his nature to show off when he can. But despite how he acts, he’s not too proud of himself since his parents never really said they were.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Harry wouldn’t make it over the top (surprisingly), it would probably be during a picnic or a movie and he’d pull out the box like “here” and then ask.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Indigo Night - Tamino

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Sometimes, but he knows his parents are on the rocks so it makes him nervous.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I have a sneaking suspicion he’s allergic to like every animal on the planet. But I think he’d get a short hair cat. Probably the standard brown tabby.

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Could I please request headcanons for dating harry bingham ? Thank you

Sure!

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You started dating Harry after he and Elle “broke up”

You had been in the school play with him and had a crush on him for the longest time

You were a friend of Cassandra’s so you tried to get him to stop being rude to her

But when she died, he comforted you and you comforted him

You also helped him through realizing his mom was in a secret relationship

And you helped him with his drug addiction and depression

When he ran for mayor, you were his biggest supporter

But when you found out that Campbell was pressuring him, things took a turn for the worse

Harry wanted to stop working with Campbell, so he did

But Campbell wouldn’t give up so easily

On your way back from work, Campbell kidnapped you

When Harry found out, he lost it

He was terrified that you were gonna get hurt but also enraged at the same time

He drove over to Campbell’s house and bust down the door looking for you

Campbell let him take you and you were crying. Harry kept asking if he had hurt you and once he had gotten you safe at home, he left to go confront Campbell

They had a huge fight. Harry was pissed and it only got worse with Campbell threatening you again. But when Campbell had the guard on his side, Harry had no choice but to work with him.

He promised you he’d do everything he could to free Allie and Will and to stop Campbell and Lexie

Ever since New Ham/everyone disappeared, Harry had been very protective over you

He couldn’t lose you and he was terrified of you getting hurt

Harry was also your friend before you stared dating, and you were one of the few people he showed his true kind and warm side to. You were best friends

Harry supported you nonstop during the play, even though you had a smaller role

Sometimes, after people disappeared, you and him would reenact scenes from the play

When people suspected that Harry had killed Cassandra, you were furious

You got into a fight with a couple people but Harry was there to put his arm around you, comfort you, and guide you home

You two cuddles constantly

And while you mostly sticked to yourselves, you were there to support everyone

The scariest moment of Harry’s life was when after Thanksgiving, you got sick and ended up passing out

He. Was. PANICKING!

He scooped you up into his arms and carried you to the hospital and demanded that they make sure that you were okay

After that night, when he took you home, he got wayyyy more overprotective

Always had an arm around you, always asked if you were okay, etc

When you told Harry that you were going on the expedition, he was definitely worried

But you assured him you’d be okay

When you came back, he was overjoyed

You literally ran into his arms and he picked you up and twirled you around

Harry just always made your day better

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Initiative - Harry Bingham

Request: 26 w harry bingham? ☺️

A/N: My first time writing The Society. I played with the wording of the prompt a little to fit the story better.

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“Well, aren’t you looking great.” You laughed, walking into the bedroom on the second floor. While every other room in the house felt like it was being taken over by kids you could barely remember going to school with, this room was untouched. Save for, of course, one occupant who was laying in the king sized bed, one foot sticking out from under the covers, “Kelly really did a number on you.”

The lump on the bed groaned and rolled over, revealing your best friend. He sat up, glaring at you as he combed his hair with his hands, “I don’t give two shits about Kelly.” He muttered.

“I can tell.” You replied, sitting at the end the bed, “you’re obviously coping really well. It’s applaudable.”

“What do you want?” Harry groaned, sitting up in bed. He just wanted to go back to sleep. To lay under the covers until all these people were out of his house and his parents were home. He just needed to rewind or fast forward, whatever would get him home faster.

You turned to look at him, getting a better picture of your friend’s current state now that you could see him clearly. Mussed hair, bloodshot eyes, he looked like he hadn’t bathed in days. You couldn’t help the frown that crossed your face at the sight of him. It wasn’t that you expected Harry to be taking any of this well, he’d been on a rampage since the first night, but this was worse than you thought.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay, I know this shit is scary.”

“Oh do you?” Harry laughed, “you know what fucking shit is going on out there? I heard you agree with Cassandra that we should all be sharing houses. Thanks, this is fucking awesome.” He shouted, startling you slightly.

“Yeah I did agree with Cass...I think we need to be proactive about what’s happening.”

“Great well, in the meantime my house is full of fucking people and all my friends are running around play pretend with Cass.”

“You need a serious reality check babe,” you replied, “whatever is happening to us...we need to be proactive and Cass is the only one doing anything. Now...come on, get up and get dressed, you’re making me depressed just sitting here.”

“Some friend you are.” Harry grumbled, throwing himself back down on the bed and pulling his blankets up once again.

You’d been friends with Harry forever, your parents worked together, you had almost always ended up in the same class, it was just meant to be. Or at least, being friends seemed meant to be for him, since he jumped at the opportunity to date Kelly, and had been since freshman year. You, on the other hand, existed in some romantic cliche universe where you were totally head over heels for your best friend.

“You can’t sulk forever.”

“Did you only come over to bother me?” He asked, muffled slightly through the blanket but you understood him.

“No, I came over to tell you that I cannot possibly stay in my house one more day-”

“See it’s driving you crazy too.”

“Have you ever roomed with Gwen, Olivia, and Madison?” You replied, “I’m about ready to eat a bullet.”

Harry moved the blanket away, sitting up once more and scooting himself to the end of the bed to sit beside you, “let me get this straight...you come over here, bitching to me about how I should follow Cassandra’s leadership but then you hate it too?”

“I don’t hate it. I think it’s a good idea...I just wish I had gotten better house mates. Besides, this whole thing is insane Harry, we’re all just playing it by ear.” You admitted. “Have you talked to Kelly? What’s she doing?”

“I’m over that.” He replied, getting up and walking to the mini fridge he had in the corner to grab a bottle of water, he could feel the headache setting in now that he was on his feet.

“You’re over that? Please...this place really must be turning everything upside down if you’ve decided that you’re over Kelly.” You almost couldn’t believe your ears when he told you and you definitely didn’t want to get your hopes up. Just because he was ‘over’ Kelly didn’t mean he was ready to fall into your arms.

“Yeah well, believe it.”

“So what then, she breaks up with you and just like magic you’re cured?” You joked, “no more begging for her to come back and crying over her in bed? Cause I’ll say you were doing a bang up job when I came in.”

“I told you that wasn’t about her. Besides, I have feelings for someone else.” He replied, shrugging as if it was totally obvious that he was thinking about someone new so soon after he and Kelly broke up.

“Wow, you move fast.”

“Yeah well after Kelly broke things off I kind of realized that it might not be her I was so in love with all this time.”

“Mystery crush have a name?” You asked, watching him as he came to sit down next to you again. “Or you gonna keep that a secret from your oldest and dearest friend?”

“My oldest and dearest friend who’s jumped ship to Cassandra’s side.” He replied.

“You’re such a baby Harry, people need leadership and Cass is leading. Be mad all you want but she’s only doing what needs to be done. You all wanted her to have answers and now you crucify her for it. You better be telling me that I’m this secret love of your life cause otherwise I’m out the door for good. Until you come to your senses.” You said, crossing your arms.

Harry nodded his head, lips pursed as if he was thinking about what you had said before he finally opened his mouth, “you are.”

“What?”

“You are...the secret love of my life.”

“Don’t fuck with me Bingham. I'm not even in the mood for your shit today.” You replied. You weren’t going to sit here and fall for some bored practical joke that he and all his buddies could laugh about later.

“I’m not fucking with you, I’m serious. Kelly breaking up with me was the moment of clarity I needed.”

“You sound like your mom.” You laughed.

“Come on, you seriously don’t believe me?”

“No.” You shook your head, there was no way you were going to believe something as outlandish as Harry liking you back. “It does fuel my theory that we’re in some kind of parallel universe though.”

“Parallel universe?” Harry laughed, “we’re not in a parallel universe, this isn’t a sci-fi novel. And I’m being serious. I like you. I’m not fucking with you...though I wouldn’t mind fucking you.”

“Oh god, you are the same Harry,” you laughed, standing when he scooted closer to you. “there’s no way I’m even kissing you after you’ve been cooped up under those covers for days. Babe, you smell like a locker room.”

“Fine,” he replied, “I’m gonna take a shower,” he stopped at the door, looking back at you. “Since Cassandra has her new initiatives, you should probably join me. Ya know, to save water.”

“To save water?” You laughed.

“What? You’re the one who told me that I needed to make an effort? You’re not gonna turn around and change your mind now are you?” He said, grinning at you. And damn if his smile couldn’t make you do anything he wanted.

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infinitefandomimagines · 4 years

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Consequences - Harry Bingham x reader

WARNINGS: ANGST, LANGUAGE, CRYING,

REQUEST: Hiiii, I saw that you were taking The Society requests and I was curious to know if I could submit a request for the reader being with Harry and finding out about Harry, Campbell and Lexie’s scheme with Allie and Will and being super conflicted. If possible could it be super angsty? I love your work so much, thank you for taking the time to read this even if you don’t decide to write it. Love ya xo

Hello!! Love your work, can I please request a Harry Bingham angst imagine?

You weren't supposed to find out, that much was obvious. The shock on Harry's face the second you confronted him in his room told you he didn't plan on telling you, and the disappointment on your face told him how screwed he really was.

"So what exactly was your plan, huh? Keep me in the dark forever, or just until you and Lexie were the new rulers of New Ham?" Venom dripped from each word as you tried to mask just how truly hurt you were, how betrayed you felt.

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but as far as you were concerned those questions were rhetorical, you weren't finished saying your part.

"On day one you said it was just you and me, that no matter what we could trust each other, that we would have each other's backs. We promised-You. Promised." Your voice was starting to betray you, shaking as your emotions tried to break through, but you refused to cry, refused to let yourself lose control. "Did you even think of how this genius plan of yours would affect me? How it would affect anyone who isn't you?"

"Campbell promised you'd be safe, I made sure-"

"Oh yeah, cause Campbell is so fucking trustworthy!" Your voice was slowly climbing in volume despite your attempts to stay as calm as possible. "Campbell doesn't give a shit about me, or you, or anyone in this town, he only cares about himself. Can't you see he's just manipulating you? You really think you're gonna be the one making the decisions? You're his fucking puppet Harry."

"Give me some credit, I have it handled, I-"

You cut him off again, "Can you honestly tell me that you've actually thought of the consequences of your little plan?"

Y/N-"

"I mean honestly Harry do you think of anyone but yourself? Did you even consider-"

"Would you let me fucking talk?" He yelled, a bit louder than he intended. The outburst startled you, the surprise clear on your face. Harry let out a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his hair, "I wanted to tell you, alright? But we couldn't risk telling anyone who wasn't involved and have the plan getting out."

"And what exactly was this plan of yours? Have the guard, the people we all trust to keep us safe, storm Allie's house, and what? Arrest her? Then what? Take over by force and arrest anyone who gets in your way?"

"I know it sounds bad-"

"Bad?" You were shocked at how ignorant he was, did he really not realize his harmful this could before the town? "Harry everything is finally working, stores haven't been raided, people are doing their jobs, an expedition is set to go out soon, and the committee on going home is actually making progress. This town is fragile, even the smallest shift in structure could cause a panic. Your plan would shatter this town."

"You're telling me you're seriously okay with picking up trash every day for what could possibly be the rest of your life?"

"Yeah it sucks, I don't like it either, but it works! What Allie is doing works."

"Yeah well not for me," he fired back, the two of you now in a big yelling match, "Okay, this place sucks! Everything about it sucks! The food, the jobs, the housing, the leaders." Harry felt bad for yelling at you, he hated fighting with you no matter how big or small the argument was, but everything was getting so heated that it was becoming too easy to say regrettable things

"We're on our own! We don't get to live in luxury anymore, Harry! We have to make sacrifices in order for things to work around here, I know you think you can do better than Allie, and who knows maybe you can, but this is our life now, we can't do much better!" Your voice was starting to get raw and scratchy from the amount of yelling, tears stung the back of your eyes, and you were beyond exhausted.

"Yes we can, we can do so much better! Why can't you just trust me on this? I thought we promised to have each other's backs?" He said the last part almost mockingly, and you felt your anger skyrocket, so much for trying to remain calm and collected.

"No!" You yelled in his face, "No, you don't get to throw that in my face, not after all the shit you've pulled! Going behind my back, lying to me, lying to everyone in this town!" Your voice got weaker with each word, finally reaching your breaking point.

Everything was so fucked up, Harry's head was so far up his ass that deep down you knew there was no changing his mind, and the right thing to do was so obvious, you needed to tell Allie and Will, so why weren't you already doing that? Why were you still here trying to convince Harry to change?

You knew why, and you hated it, hated how head over heals you were for him, hated how you still believed in him, hated how even after everything he'd hidden from you, you still loved him. You were stressed, angry, conflicted, but above anything you were just so tired. Tired of the fighting, the yelling, the chaos, the unshakeable feeling something horrible could happen at any moment, you just wanted to be home, back with your family. You'd give anything to have your old life back, Friday night football games, date night every Saturday with Harry, stupid high school drama and cast parties.

You sat down on the edge of Harry's bed, hunched over with your elbows resting on your knees and you head in your hands, the tears you'd been holding back finally finding their way to the surface. Your body shook as you took in ragged breaths, small sobs escaping your lips.

It seemed as though your breaking point happened to be Harry's as well, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, that's why he was so adamant with Campbell about you being safe no matter what, that you would have a say in what happened after he was finally in charge. He knew you wouldn't like the plan the second it was made, and maybe that alone should have told him there was a flaw or two with it, he considered you one of the smartest people in both West Ham and New Ham, but it was the only way to fix things and have a better life. Right?

But seeing you like this? It almost made him want to throw the whole plan out the window. Almost.

Harry took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he crouched down in front of you, his mind searched for some magic phrase that would make everything better, but he knew there was no such thing.

"Y/N," he whispered softly, "Baby look at me."

When you didn't budge he gently gripped your wrists and pulled your hands away from your face, revealing red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He held your hands in between his, lifting them to his lips and placing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"I am so sorry I didn't tell you, I should have been honest with you the second Campbell mentioned the plan," your jaw tightened at the mention of Campbell, telling Harry to keep him out of the conversation. "I never meant to hurt you, and if I could go back and do it all over again I would, I'm sorry, Y/N."

He was genuine, and that gave you the silver of hope you needed to believe that maybe, just maybe, you could stop him from doing something he couldn't take back.

"Then tell Allie, stop all of this before it gets out of hand, run for office and try to win fairly," you pleaded. "Please, Harry."

Harry took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he prepared to answer. He didn't know who this would hurt worse, you or him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he couldn't even look at you as he spoke, his gaze meeting the ground instead. The sliver of hope you'd felt before had been crushed, your heart dropping into your stomach when it finally hit that there was no changing his mind. You were now the one with a choice, tell Allie and betray Harry, or support Harry and go against what you felt was the right thing to do.

"It's not fair Harry," you said in a small, squeaky voice, "It's not fair for you to put me in this situation." You were right, he couldn't argue with that.

"You don't have to do anything, just keep quiet and I promise you will be safe, but if Campbell finds out you know and you're not on board. . . Just, can you promise me you won't say anything?" Harry's eyes finally met yours.

"I don't know, Harry," you whispered, looking down.

"What?"

"I don't fucking know, okay?" You raised your voice, standing up abruptly. "You're asking me to chose between you and what I know is right for this town! I- I just need some fucking air."

You pushed past Harry, wiping stray tears from your cheeks as you rushed towards the door. You gripped the cold metal knob and pulled the door open. However, a hand came down on the door, pushing it shut.

You whipped around to see Harry, his arm extended past your head, leaning against the door to prevent you from opening it again. You let out a sharp breath, scoffing at how actions. You looked up at him in disbelief, but it seemed as though he couldn't quite meet your gaze.

"Open the door, Harry," you said in a dangerous and low voice.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave." His tone held a sense of pain in it. He didn't enjoy what he was doing. Nonetheless, he shifted his body so that he now stood with his back pressed to the door, completely blocking your only way out.

"Fucking what?"

"I'm sorry, I can't until I know you won't tell Allie and Will."

You reached for the doorknob again, even though you knew your efforts would be unsuccessful. Harry grabbed your wrist, his grip was gentle, but that didn't do anything to calm the rage bubbling up inside of you.

You instantly ripped your wrist from his grip, giving him a few choice words in the process. Frustration and anger burned inside of you, and you could feel more tears stinging the back of your eyes.

You turned your back to Harry, walking over to the window at the far end of his room. Soft footsteps echoed from behind you as Harry hesitantly walked towards you, choosing to stop a couple feet away from you.

"Y/N I-"

"Just get out, Harry." You said coldly.

"What?"

"If you won't let me leave the least you can do is give me some space."

There were a few seconds of silence before you heard Harry sniffle. "I'm sorry," he whispered in a broken voice. When you heard the door open and softly close you turned around to make sure he'd actually left.

When you saw he did, you collapsed onto his bed, letting out all of your emotions.

Everything was so fucked.

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innately-pretentious · 4 years

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Hellooo could i have some society hcs for being harrys childhood best friend ? Thanks a lot 😊

- You guys have always been super close, even when you were kids. Mainly due to the fact that your parents knew each other.

- Even when you were young, you got along super well, plus you loved visiting his house.

- You guys would spend hours chilling by the pool, and afterwards would run around the house until you had to go home.

- You guys remained friends all throughout middle school, and progressed to high school together.

- Still, you two stuck by each other’s side, even choosing some of the same classes together.

- As we know he is quite intelligent, and would always help you with school work (or any work).

- In turn you would comfort him when he and Cassandra would disagree.

- He would give you a ride to school most days, which led to you guys blasting music through the car park, getting everyone’s attention!

- This led to everyone assuming you guys were a couple.

- If anyone looked at you wrong, you better believe he had no problem cussing them out, right there and then. And if any girl had any side comments to make, you would too.

- You being the one to keep his ego and privilege in check.

- Holding him when his dad passes away, promising you won’t leave him.

- Supporting him when he performs in the school play and going through his lines with him.

- You both are sitting next to each other and laughing on the buses that leave West Ham, and eventually fall asleep draped over one another.

- When you return, at first everyone is stoked to have the whole town to themselves, without any parents.

- However, once you realise something is wrong, Harry is the first person to find you. He lets you cry into him.

- You are the only one he truly invited to stay with him, and you see his patience start to decrease.

- You distance yourself as soon as he starts hanging around more and more with Campbell.

- Try to talk him out of his drug use.

- Don’t agree with him running for mayor, especially with Campbell behind him.

- Being shocked at what he did to Allie.

- Refusing to even look at him until he fixes this.

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oneofakindimagines · 5 years

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Imagine being Allie’s sibling and in a relationship with Harry, and he can’t help but feel guilty when you have to watch your sister get overthrown.

“Y/n,” Harry choked out, your eyes meeting as they dragged Allie away. “Please hear me out,” he pleaded, approaching you despite the chaos.

“Just stay away from me,” you hissed, stepping away from him. Unable to look at him for another second, you diverted your gaze to the ground. “I thought you were better than this.”

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champagneandnostalgia · 4 years

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thin ice // harry bingham

Request: Could you do a Harry Bingham imagine with a plus size reader maybe where she hears then talking before prom and something is said about her and her and Harry get in a fight but they make up

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“Y/N, are you sure you wanna go work things out with him?” Elle asked as her friend pulled her braids into a tight ponytail. It’s not like she had another choice. Her heart was practically aching for the boy, regardless of his annoying behavior, and he could be really fucking annoying sometimes.

“I might regret it in the morning but, I have to talk to him, at least” She turned to look at her, amazed by how beautiful Elle looked in her prom dress. “I will be there soon! You look banging.” They bumped fists before Y/N took off, sighing as she started walking to Harry’s house.

Harry Bingham was something else. That’s all she could say about him. He went from being a complete asshole to one of the sweetest guys. Y/N never knew which one was gonna pop up, and she still couldn’t get enough of it. They’d got into an argument about Cassandra and Harry, being the most stubborn guy she knew, stormed off. Now while Y/N wasn’t ready to admit she was wrong, she did want to talk things out, opting to reach out to him first.

She approached the house, quickly opening the fence to the backyard once she heard voices. Just as she was about to make herself known, she stopped when she heard her own name.

“Didn’t Y/N dump your ass?”

She could almost hear the scowl in Harry’s voice, “We were never together! How could she dump me if we weren’t in a relationship?”

“Probably for the best, anyways. No way Harry was hitting that right; You could not handle all of that ass.” Jason shot back, receiving laughs in return.

It was silent for a moment, and Y/N thought that he might tell them to shut up. “Really? Cause the scratches on my back are saying otherwise.” They erupted into cheers, and Y/N felt her stomach churn. Is that how Harry really spoke about her when she wasn’t around? “Matter of fact, I handled her yesterday. On her back. On her knees. Against the wall.”

Y/N stood there, dumbfounded, shocked by the audacity of Harry. He went on and on about how Y/N was just another one of Cassandra’s followers as if she had no mind of her own. Once they started going in on her too, she couldn’t take it and just bolted out of there.

It was more than upsetting to hear him share all of those intimate details about their sex life as if she meant nothing to him. Yes, they hadn’t labeled their relationship, but it was Harry who wanted to, and now he was acting like he had no romantic feelings for her at all. Although she was getting progressively angrier, she would not let him ruin her only chance at prom. She suppressed her emotions and started to get ready.

Y/N was just about finished when the doorbell rang. She hesitantly answered the door, rolling her eyes when it was none other than Harry Bingham, decked out in a tux. “You look beautiful.”

“Yeah.” She crossed her arms as he admired her dress, “I’m kinda busy. What do you want?”

He blinked a few times, thrown off by her tone. He thought just showing up would gain her forgiveness. “I, uh, thought about what happened, and I don’t want to fight anymore. So if you still want to, I want to take you to prom.”

Y/N stared at him hard, enjoying the way he was squirming under her gaze. “You know, I feel exactly the same way, which is why I went over to your house to patch things up, and I overheard a fascinating conversation.” She was smiling but, Harry knew she was far from humored.

“I didn’t t-”

Her hand came up, and he immediately stopped his explanation, “No! You want to be all big and bad with your boys, so keep that same fucking energy. Go ahead. Handle me.” He remained quiet, mouth agape. “Put me in my fucking place, Harry.”

“I didn’t mean that.” He tried softly, dropping his gaze to the floor.

She scoffed, “Just as I thought. You’re pathetic. You know that, right? Talking about women in that way makes you pathetic.”

“I didn’t mean any of that shit. I was just mad, and they were egging me on. I got caught up and said some stupid shit. You know I’m not that kind of person.” He pleaded with her, running a hand through his hair in distress.

Y/N let out a disappointed sigh, “Don’t you think I know what goes on? I know guys see a thick, black girl and a white guy and have all these stupid ass assumptions about me being too much for you. I never cared about that shit, and until now, I thought you didn’t either.”

“Fuck, I don’t! All that matters is how you feel about me, and now I’m fucking that up too.” He groaned, “I’m literally so sorry, and I should not have said anything about handling you cause clearly you’re the one that tolerates me and puts me in my place. That’s why I like you so much.”

“We really have to work on your impulse control.” She shook her head, but his face lit up.

“Work as in you’re not telling me to go fuck off?”

Y/N fought her smile, “Work as in you’re on thin fucking ice and on probation until further notice.”

Harry grinned at her, “I’ll take what I can get. So that means you’ll go to prom with me?” She nodded, letting him lean forward and capture her lips in a kiss. “I really am sorry, Y/N. I promise that will not happen again.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go to prom, dummy.”

A/N: Took me forever to finish this one cause I was procrastinating! Feedback is always appreciated and feel free to send in some requests. Also go check out my friends’ song on soundcloud :) https://soundcloud.com/jamesdouglas-2/sunshine! See u soon xx

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the-girl-who-used-to-write · 5 years

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Gossip Girl

Anon, sorry this is so late but this one is for you!

Ship- Harry Bingham x Reader

Based on the song ‘Gossip Girl’ by Grace Vanderwaal

Hugs and kisses, best friends, forever you tell me. Pinky swears and bracelets, always telling secrets and slumber parties.

Not trying to point any fingers but I’ve heard the whispers going around. Not trying to point you out here, just making the facts clear. That I have found…

(Y/N) and Kelly were always attached at the hip until one particular incident involving a certain brunette named Harry Bingham. To cut a long story short, (Y/N) had dated Harry long before her best friend Kelly developed a significant crush on him, in fact, Kelly realised she liked Harry after he and (Y/N) were together for at least 8 months. Instead of going the normal route of confiding in her best friend and maybe being able to get over it, she took the furthest logical step possible and instead decided to become the school ‘Gossip Girl’. Of course, as soon as (Y/N) caught wind of it, she wasn’t very happy.

That you’re the gossip girl; I thought you were real to me. The gossip girl, but you’re just plastic, girl. Shiny plastic hard shell, don’t give in the gossip, girl.

We were closer than sisters; I was the miss to your mister. You were the light to my fixture; I was the frame to your picture. We were closer than sisters; I was the miss to your mister. You were the light to my fixture; I was the frame to your picture.

When (Y/N) lost Kelly, it was like a piece of her heart was missing. She had the most wonderful boyfriend and she was happy with Harry, but when she lost the girl she had considered to be her sister, she almost wanted to split up with him just so she would have her sister back. Although, it was through a week of contemplation that made her realise that neither she nor Harry had done anything wrong. It was Kelly who had given up on her, and she came to realise that while she saw Kelly as a sister, the girl she grew up with was nothing more than a plastic fake.

That you’re the gossip girl; I thought you were real to me. The gossip girl, but you’re just plastic, girl. Shiny plastic hard shell, don’t give in the gossip, girl. I thought you were real to me. The gossip girl, but you’re just plastic, girl. Shiny plastic hard shell, don’t give in the…

Gossip girls, they always seem to talk the talk about you. Gossip girls, they always seem to talk the talk but never say the truth.

The things that Kelly tried to say about (Y/N) and Harry were the things that showed her to be the fake person she was. She tried to make the wildest claims about the school’s most popular couple, with multiple cheating accusations and even grooming. However, the stranger her claims became, the fewer people began to believe her and eventually, everyone who once backed her saw through her mask.

It was after all that, when (Y/N) and Harry became closer. They now valued each other so much more because of the amount of animosity that tried to kill their relationship, and they were able to appreciate the real people in their lives. And as for the gossip girl, she would have been better off not saying anything at all.

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gwenlovesharrystyles · 4 years

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FANDOMS ILL WRITE FOR:

The Society

Harry Potter

Harry Styles/One Direction

Outer Banks

David Dobrik

Stranger Things

So far these are the fandoms I’m apart of and I can’t wait to write for them!! I’ll be writing and have some stories for next week, I won’t be taking requests for now because I’m afraid I’ll get overwhelmed. But please feel free to start conversations w me!!

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Hiii could I please get some dating Cassandra pressman headcanons? Maybe being harry's sister? 👀💖 and she doesn't die because that crushed my heart so much :((( if that's okay!

Sure!

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Being Harry’s twin sister, you heard all of the “drama” between him and Cassandra

Despite your brother’s hatred of her, or maybe because of it, you found yourself wanting to meet Cassandra and talk to her

She seemed nice when you were partnered up in class

You got your opportunity when the three of you were cast in the school play

You and Cassandra quickly fell for each other

And kept your relationship secret from Harry

He found out in New Ham, though

Which led you two to have a big argument

Cassandra made sure to comfort you

Eventually, you convinced Harry to not hate Cassandra

But that didn’t keep him from disagreeing with her over the way things should be run

You sided with Cassandra, though

Which only made Harry angrier

Cassandra felt awful and tried to support you

But you convinced her it wasn’t her fault

When you and Harry had found out that your mother had been secretly seeing someone, Kelly’s mom no less, you were devastated

Cassandra was there for you, though

God, did you love her

She was so kind and warm and such a leader

You admired her and were in awe of her

She felt lucky to be your girlfriend and you felt lucky to be hers

You were Cassandra’s date to the prom

When Harry saw how happy she made you, he loosened up

You loved loved loved dancing with her

And you thought she looked gorgeous in her dress

You also always supported her being New Ham’s leader

But that didn’t come without backlash

People targeted you because you were Cassandra’s girlfriend

She got extremely protective when you came home crying after getting into an argument with some people

At Thanksgiving, you got sick

Cassandra and Harry were terrified

Cassandra was comforting you and trying to keep you awake as Harry sped to the hospital

But you ended up passing out and Cassandra and Harry carried you inside

It was the first time they worked together on something

Thankfully Kelly made sure you were okay and since then, Harry and Cassandra formed a truce for your sake

They were both still very protective after that

You were also good friends with Becca

It only made sense that Becca named you and Cassandra godmothers of her daughter

You were so lucky to be in love and you loved every minute of it

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