#harry bingham imagines

[s1ater]

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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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.

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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.

Requests and general question!

[dynamitegal]

⚖️ THE SOCIETY !

h.b. - harry bingham

[denimbex1986]

We didn’t want David Tennant to go, and it was time for Ncuti Gatwa to finally take the Tardis keys, but in a twist we got both of them at once. It was no surprise, though, that Neil Patrick Harris was a scene-stealing romp, revelling in silly accents, closeup card magic and imaginative cruelty.

The Toymaker’s violence-dealing dance scene at Unit HQ to the Spice Girls rivalled the Master’s Rasputin routine in the Power of the Doctor, and seemed like the new Russell T Davies era writ large: bright, bold and knowingly silly, but with an underlying political message.

Shirley Anne Bingham (Ruth Madeley) was back too, and the barb a possessed Kate Stewart (Jemma Redgrave) aimed at her, that she had seen her getting up out of her wheelchair, was oddly prescient. It was filmed months and months ago, but echoed the ludicrous discourse after Madeley’s first appearance about whether a character in a wheelchair could be capable of crossing their legs. Online discourse like that was one of Davies’ real-life targets with this script, with its not-too-subtle messaging that having every human online and 100% certain they were right about everything was a recipe for global chaos.

A return for former companion Mel (Bonnie Langford) meant she finally got to show that her character really had been, as described, a computer programmer, and not just an eternally-in-distress 1980s damsel. And Langford got to use her singing and dancing skills for plot-driven reasons too.

At its heart, for the first 40 minutes, this was about Tennant and Catherine Tate (Donna). At times tender, at times dry or sarcastic with each other – “I’m already running!” – but always friends. When Donna so effortlessly negotiated a future job at Unit, you feared the worst for her – that it would be another fantastic dream she would never get to have, but she ended up with her family life, and an unexpected plus one in the shape of a grounded 14th Doctor.

Gatwa’s entrance, due to the show’s first ever “bi-generation”, appears to be acting as a character cleanse for the Doctor and a potential soft timeline reset for the show as a whole. It meant a huge tonal shift for the final third, leaving the demise of the Toymaker almost an aside as the Doctors stood together, using the 60th anniversary to wave goodbye to the past and usher in the future.

Sum it up in one sentence? The Toymaker returns to drive the human race to distraction with a doll, only to find they’ve gifted the Doctor a home.

Life aboard the Tardis We got the awkward conversation that happens every time a current companion meets an earlier one – “but you’d never mentioned them”. And the Toymaker’s puppet replay of the grisly fates of Amy, Clara and Bill rammed home how life on the Tardis has become a hazardous occupation in the modern era.

Fear factor The scenes inside the Toymaker’s shop had a creepy dreamlike feel to them, with the dolls at times evoking horror movie vibes – albeit a horror movie you can show to eight-year-old kids on a Saturday teatime.

Mysteries and questions The Meeps’s reference to its boss in the first special, and the Toymaker saying there was a thing hiding in the universe that even he was afraid to challenge, but would be somebody else’s game, seem to be setting up a big bad for Gatwa’s first full season. And the Master couldn’t really be trapped for all eternity in a gold tooth? Of course not. That was surely the hand of the Rani picking up the tooth after it dropped.

Deeper into the vortex * There were too many callbacks to count, but the biggest was the Toymaker, who, as briefly glimpsed in colourised clips, first appeared played by Michael Gough in a 1966 story with William Hartnell. Gough was due to reprise the role in The Nightmare Fair, a 1986 Colin Baker story, but BBC bigwigs had other ideas, put the show on hiatus, and we ended up with Trial of a Time Lord instead. The 1966 story has three episodes missing from the archive, but an animated version using the original audio soundtrack will be released next year. Though from the trailer it looks like it was animated in Roblox, so YMMV. * As Kate Stewart, Jemma Redgrave has now appeared in stories featuring the 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th and War Doctors. That equals or eclipses the number of Doctors that her character’s father, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, appeared with, depending on how pedantically you count them. * Russell T Davies has said that one of the reasons he thought of casting Harris as the Toymaker after working with him on It’s a Sin was because the actor is a magic enthusiast and has done his own standup magic routines before...'

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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

SOL!!! alright let’s go with:

softly - clairo (this song is what i imagine being in love sounds like)

doomsday - lizzy mcalpine (this song is how i imagine it feels like to hate the person you’re in love with)

this is me trying - taylor swift (for myself and my this is me trying boys: harry bingham, kendall roy, bradley bradshaw, and ted lasso)

touch tank - quinnie (ummm because he IS so pretty when he goes down on me)

waiting room - phoebe bridgers (i honestly don’t have words to describe what this song does to me but i did write a hassandra one shot inspired by it and it’s some of my best writing tbh)

i’m such a playlist slut too 🤦🏼‍♀️

[infinitefandomimagines]

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

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

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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.

[oneofakindimagines]

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.”

Gif Credit: [x]

[the-girl-who-used-to-write]

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.

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 girl.

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.

[javispunk]

Could you please do a blurb where the reader goes to a party at Harry’s but they both hate it, so they just start talking and then go somewhere else idk

I love the concept, thank you :)

Everyone was confused and mostly very scared. It was understandable; your parents dissapeared without any trace and all of the friendships seemed to be falling apart. And that would only bring chaos, other than anger.

So most people met up at Harry's house, to much of his unagreement, of course. And no one would say no to this party. Sure there would be people that wouldn't show up and that's also understandable. You were one of these people. You didn't really like parties and not for sure in a house that big. You honestly just wanted to stay home, reading a nice book, so you could pretend the world's not fucking upside down.

Y/F/N showed up at your house a few minutes after eight o'clock.

"What brings you to my humble home? Do you wanna watch a movie? I'm pretty sure I can download that one you wanted to see-" she cut me off.

"No way. We're going to Harry's! Get your things." She spoke in a rather calm tone.

You looked at her concerned. "Hum, no. I'm okay, thanks."

"No no no, grab your coat, we're going. I've already settled everything with the rest of the girls."

"You guys can just go, why do I have to?" You asked, stubborness in your speech. "I know you're going just to see Gabe, and Alexa is dying to see Lucas."

"Don't change the subject! Put on some shoes."

You looked at her not moving a muscle.

"Go!" She pushes you into your room.

You eventually gave up. You knew she was just as stubborn as you so you might as well go, and try and have a decent time. You walked to Harry's, you never knew he lived just 10 minutes away from you.

You didn't have to knock on the door, as it was already swung open for everyone to join in. A lot of people were there, most of the teenagers of this town. And that clearly made you uneasy and uncomfortable.

"I don't like this. There's too many people." You said rapidly holding your friend's arm.

"Don't be a coward, c'mon. Just try and have a little fun, please?" She sent you a smile and walked you into the center of the mess of loud people.

You could only fake a smile. You tried to stay involved for as much time as you could. Soon enough you warned your friend that you would head out for a few minutes, just to get some fresh air.

You sat next to the pool, with your legs crossed in front of your body, stretching your arm forward, touching the water with your hand. You looked around for a few seconds, there were people making out, thank god far from you, and some other people talking. They seemed happy and most importantly, distracted. Maybe this turned out to be a good thing. But part of you still saw all this as a mere messed up situation, and you couldn't really take anything good from this experience.

You heard footsteps behind you. As they stopped you looked up. Harry stood still, hands in his pockets, his typical smile parted on his face.

"Not enjoying the party hum?" He spoke.

You never really spoke to him before all this. Or never for that matter.

"Not really no." You spoke in a soft tone, looking at the pool.

He sat down next to you, grunting softly as he hit the floor.

"Why aren't you inside? They're playing truth or dare, like 20 people at a time." You laughed at how stupid that idea was.

"Do you think I would enjoy that?" He paused, looking at the floor. "Everyone's in my house, doing whatever they want, using whatever they need. You're apparently the one only one who isn't." He looked at you, that one sided smirk appearing on his face again.

You copied him. "Well, I am actually sitting on this stone piece" you paused, looking at it "and I've actually touched the water." You laughed and he followed.

You looked at each other for a moment, your laughing fading out slowly, as you turned your head to the floor.

"Aren't you scared?" You finally spoke after a minute. "That this isn't actually our world. Or if it is, how could all these people be signing up to these parties and games and fucking pretending that everything's okay..." Your voice came out quiet at the end of your statement.

You feel his eyes on you. "Yeah. I am." His smile fades, as his eyes rest now on his hands. You started to think about everything that every singe person told you about Harry being arrogant and never wanting anything but the benefit for himself; this person beside you didn't really match up to the description. But then again, you didn't know him.

"I know Cassandra did a really good job on organising everyone and their own tasks, but I'm really fucking scared." You started. "I may be entertained or occupied while I'm cleaning the church or feeding people at the cafeteria, but when I get home it's unbearable." You look him in the eyes.

He corresponds, seeming genuinely concerned with your words. You continued.

"What if our parents don't come home? What if we're waiting for nothing? What if we're just waiting to fucking die here? Winter's coming and there's no food, I checked with Will, he said there's not much left-" Harry's hands grabbed yours and your mind stopped.

"We're going to be fine." His voice came out in a whisper.

"No we're not." Your voice came out shaky, just as soft as his.

"Listen we are here alone. That's the truth. We have to survive. I for sure don't want to fucking die so... yeah, I'm scared but probably of losing everything I have or feeling like I don't really belong in this place."

You looked at him with confusion. "What do you mean you don't belong here? Look around; people are throwing a party in your house. If that isn't recognition for the person you are here, then I don't know what is."

He kept his gaze on you. "Sure, but all this...” he said gesturing his hands in the air, pointing to the house behind us “doesn't actually mean anything to me. This doesn't give me any validation."

"Sure thing." You spoke, not looking at him, as you didn’t believe him.

It was silent for a few seconds before Harry spoke again. "Let's just go then."

You slowly looked up at his face, to see if he was kidding or not. "What?" You laughed.

"Let's go. Let's get out of here." He got up and handed you his right hand for you to hold, so you could get up easily. "We're both miserable here, so we might as well just go somewhere else."

"I was kinda waiting for some friends..." You started. You thought about Y/F/N, that you knew for sure was hooking up with someone, so she wouldn't really feel your absence. You could just text her later that night, telling her you were gone off home sooner. That would actually be believable. "Okay, sure." You grabbed his hand and as you got up he slightly touched the lower of your back with his free hand, supporting your weight.

“I still have my car, that I don’t have to share.” He slightly laughed, letting go of your hand. “But yeah, we can go wherever you want.”

You looked at his car parked not too far, for a brief moment. “Would you just like to go drive around all night?” You suggested.

He grabbed his keys out of his pocket as he started walking, after briefly smiling at you; you soon followed.

As you entered his car, he sat on his seat a couple seconds later. Hell, you even noticed the way he moved. There was no denying he was handsome, everyone knew that, but people always talked bad about him. He then interrupted your thoughts.

“Music or no music?” he gestured to the radio, with his usual smile on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Sure.”

He nodded his head one more time before turning the car radio. Soon he turned the ignition and started driving.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was a message from Y/F/N. You quickly read it.

“Did you just actually left in Harry’s car?” Fuck. You responded right away.

“It’s okay, I’ll be home in a minute.” You typed. Not a minute later, your phone buzzed again.

“He’s not a good person, please just go home Y/N.” You read.

You looked at the boy sitting next to you for a few seconds. “I will. Text me when you get home as well.”

The drive was made mostly in silence; but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You sometimes would look at him, questioning the reason why he didn’t seemed that asshole type kinda guy, that everyone described.

“You know most people have a pretty strong opinion on you.” You started, leaving him space to continue your speech.

“Hum, yes.” He said, never taking his eyes off the road.

“Would you say that’s the truth?”

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped for a moment, thinking, slightly snorting at your question. “I don’t know. Would you?” He looked at you for a moment, before glueing his eyes on the street in front of him.You looked at him for a few seconds, clearly not having a clear answer. He looked at you for a second and smiled again. “I don’t really know. I guess people make up their minds as they want.” He paused for a moment “I just show them what I want, like everyone else.”

“I guess you’re right. People do make their own minds, sometimes too fast.” You softly spoke.

“What is your veredict then?” He used once again his stupidly charming smile.

“You’re okay Bingham.” You looked at the road, containing your wide smile.

[chillassimagines]

Can’t Feel My Face - Harry Bingham Smut

(REQUESTED)

“Fuck all that other shit, Harry. We will run out of pills, but we can grow and harvest weed. That shit’s bad for you.” You scolded him as you rolled a blunt. He scoffed with a laugh, a weird sound really.

“You think weed’s gonna hold me down?” He asked you while slowly pacing around his room shirtless. You curled your finger towards yourself in a message for him to come to you. He followed and sat on the bed next to you. His fingers splayed across your naked thigh due to your comfortable clothing, consisting of a baggy graphic shirt and underwear.

“I’m gonna hold you down, Harry. I’m going to help you get through this shit before it gets bad. I will not let you have to go through detoxing, depression, or all that other bullshit. You understand me?” You asked him, looking straight into his eyes. His facial expression turned into something softer.

“I love you.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. You pressed his forehead against yours afterwards.

“I love you too. Don’t you ever forget it. Can you turn on some music, though? The silence is deafening.” You pouted before giving him another kiss and resuming your process to get high. The blunt was quite thick, but you knew good ol Mary J had a lot to compete with when it came to getting Harry high.

“For you, my princess.” He squeezed your thigh before getting up to go to his computer and turn on his speakers for some music. One of the playlists you made for him began playing and you smiled slightly at the thought. He came right back to the bed and sat behind you. He readjusted his legs so that you were in between them.

“It’s kinda girly, but I like when you call me princess.” You laughed a little to which Harry responded by wrapping his hands around your stomach and nestled his chin on your neck.

“Good to know, because you will always be my princess.” You finally licked and lit the blunt as the final preparation steps then proceed to hand it off to Harry.

“This is what we’ll be growing, so I hope you like it until we can scour out some different strains.” He took a deep inhale and a good amount of smoke exhaled out. He coughed only a little, but for Harry that was a big deal.

“She bites back, I like it.” He chuckled while thumping at his chest a few times. You got up and put away the rolling tray, replacing your hands with an ashtray. You set it on the bedside table as Harry exhaled again.

“Think you can keep up?” You smirked as you got back onto the bed. But this time, you sat in between Harry’s legs, facing him and wrapping your legs around his waist. Both of your guys’ love language was most definitely touching. If you were holding or being held by Harry, everything felt right.

“When I can’t feel my face, I’ll tap out.”

-

You both finished the first blunt and you taught Harry how to roll the next one. He was having a little bit of a hard time, but you’d blame that on the first round. He actually didn’t let it turn out too shabby. Yeah the shape was a tad wonky, but no holes and he made it a decent size. Halfway through the present blunt, you definitely felt your high was sufficient, so you let Harry take a few extra hits and told him to save the rest for the morning.

“I feel good, baby.” Harry was leaning against the headboard with you still in his lap. His hands wrapped around your waist as you sat together.

“Yeah? Well I’m glad. I know you can do this, Harry. And there will always be urges, but I swear I will help you through them.” Your fingers ran down his cheeks and then cupped his face. He looked at you with dazed adoration.

“If you’re here, anything is possible.” He said softly and you chuckled before pressing your lips to his. His grip on you instantly tightened, pulling you impossibly closer, which took you by surprise.

“Oh, it’s like that huh?” You nuzzled your nose against his while your fingers fell down to the nape of his neck to play with his thick hair.

“My body is tingling…and I want you.” He spoke softly, but his fingers trailing to the hem of your shirt hinted that it wouldn’t be so soft. You grinned happily and took care of the boundary for him.

“A pleasant side effect of this shit, getting really horny.” You cupped his face once more and brought him in for a more heated kiss. His fingers fumbled around to get up to your bra clasp, once located, it was gone within seconds. You began moving your hips down against him to build up some friction. You should have known you were going to have sex while he was wearing those grey joggers, sans boxers.

“Y/N.” He groaned as your pussy dragged along the thick outline of his member, not much separating you two. His lips moved down to your neck and his fingers groped at your breasts. Your breathing sped up as you were receiving so much pleasure. His lips followed his fingers and soon his wet lips were worshipping your nipples. His fingers reached down in between you both to fiddle with your sensitive clit.

“Harry, fuck!” You threw your head back meanwhile he was engrossed with your chest. You felt one of his hands grip the back of your neck and redirect your eyes down to him. He looked up at you while his tongue flicked between your nipples. Biting down on your lip you let your hips react to his work on your lower lips. “You look so fucking hot, Harry.” Your hands were thrashing around in his hair, but the hand gripping your neck had other plans. You felt him smack your behind and gripping harshly, repeatedly.

“You’re hotter.” He husked out before pushing you to lay back. He peeled your wet underwear from between your thighs and you watched his body flex as he leaned over to get condoms from the side table. He was about to rip open the condom before his eyes closed in on your fingers, tapping your thigh, quite close to your heat. “Scratch that.” He leaned his body over yours and gave you a sensual kiss to which you responded gratefully to.

“Harry, please, I was so close.” You pleaded, feeling the pressure in your tummy begging for release. His hand grasped yours and guided it in between your legs.

“Touch yourself for me.” He whispered in your ear to which your eyes widened slightly. You slipped into oblivious pleasure as he set the speed on your clit, he then forced on of your other fingers inside of you. “So pretty.” He kissed you once more before leaning up and away from you. His hand fell down to his own joggers that had a small wet spot adorning them. He scooted them down to his knees, while watching you.

“I’m so close for you.” You fought to keep your eyes open as you began to put two and two together. His hand reached out to you and placed his fingers in your mouth. He removed them shortly after you moaned on them and placed his hand around his hard cock.

“Hold out for me, Y/N.” He started off quickly, obviously not wanting you to wait too long. His red throbbing tip was providing more lubrication by the second. Your knees instinctively hiked up as you felt yourself losing resolve. Your thighs were shaking against Harry’s bucking thighs and everything was magnified by your high. “Cum, fuck, cum for me.” He gasped out, barely being able to talk through his impending orgasm.

Your back arched against the bed and at the last second, Harry’s spare hand pulled you by your waist against his hand going at himself. You felt yourself cum and you pried your eyes open just in time to see Harry’s cock pump out cum to cover himself, your mound, your thighs, and both of your hands in it.

“That was better than getting high.” You breathed out in amazement. Harry looked down at you with his pupils blown, hair in disarray, and flushed cheeks.

“I could get used to this, baby.”

[murswrites]

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.

[collecting-stories]

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. 

-

[denimbex1986]

'In 2023, “Doctor Who” celebrated its remarkable 60th anniversary with a trio of special episodes, taking fans on a nostalgic yet fresh journey through time and space. These specials, airing from November 25 to December 9, not only marked the return of Russell T Davies as showrunner but also brought back beloved characters, creating a buzz among the Whovian community. As we rank these episodes, it’s a walk down memory lane and a peek into the future of this iconic series. Let’s dive into these specials, each unique in its own right, and see how they stack up.

3. The Star Beast

“The Star Beast” serves as a compelling kickoff to the “Doctor Who” 60th Anniversary specials, boasting a significant viewership boost. David Tennant’s return as the Doctor is a delightful treat, capturing the essence of his iconic portrayal with a familiar confidence and charisma. The dynamic between Tennant and Catherine Tate, reprising her role as Donna Noble, is as captivating as ever, with their on-screen chemistry bringing both humor and depth to the episode. The introduction of new characters, such as Shirley Anne Bingham, and the inclusion of Donna’s family, adds fresh dimensions to the narrative.

However, the episode isn’t without its shortcomings. While it succeeds in addressing the meta-crisis and reuniting the Doctor with Donna, some plot elements, particularly those concerning Donna’s daughter Rose, feel forced and disrupt the narrative flow. The attempt to address Rose’s transgender identity, while commendable for its representation, sometimes comes across as too direct and disrupts the storytelling rhythm. Nevertheless, the episode’s character-driven approach and nostalgic elements make it a memorable part of the anniversary celebration.

2. Wild Blue Yonder

“Wild Blue Yonder” presents an innovative mix of science fiction and horror, set against the backdrop of a mysterious starship. The episode showcases David Tennant and Catherine Tate’s evolved chemistry, blending humor and emotional depth in their portrayals of the Doctor and Donna. The narrative cleverly integrates themes of identity and fear, with alien antagonists that feed off emotions, subtly commenting on the exploitative nature of social media. The balance between tension and comedic relief, especially in scenes featuring alien copies, adds a unique flavor to the episode.

Some aspects, however, might not resonate with all fans. References to the “Flux” arc have been met with mixed reactions, and the episode’s focus on a character-driven story over complex plotlines may not satisfy viewers seeking more intricate narratives. Despite these points, the episode’s imaginative storytelling, enhanced by high production values and strong performances, sets a new standard for the series. For a more detailed discussion, check out our full review of “Wild Blue Yonder” here.

1. The Giggle

“The Giggle” stands out as a remarkable episode in the “Doctor Who” anniversary lineup, characterized by its emotional depth and compelling storytelling. David Tennant’s return as the Doctor is masterful, blending his iconic charm with a newfound maturity. The introduction of Neil Patrick Harris as the Toymaker adds a thrilling new adversary to the series, with his performance striking a perfect balance between terror and humor. The episode’s exploration of themes such as memory, identity, and redemption adds layers of complexity to the Doctor’s character.

Despite these strengths, the episode’s title and the concept of bi-regeneration suggest potential for further exploration, which might leave some viewers wanting more. The narrative, while engaging, could benefit from expanding on the supporting characters’ backgrounds, providing them with more depth beyond their immediate roles. Nonetheless, “The Giggle” is a testament to the series’ enduring appeal, combining strong performances, a gripping narrative, and high production values...'

[innately-pretentious]

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. 

[in-my-head-i-do-everything-right]

i’ve never been a natural

all i do is try, try, try

[for anonymous. i promise i’ll get around to the rest too. at some point.]

When she was little, Allie used to dream of joining a travelling circus. She’d dream of elephants and trapeze tricks and walking along the thin edge of a tightrope, always so close to falling but it never quite happening.

Her parents bought her tickets to the circus, promised popcorn and peanuts and cotton candy. And Allie ran around the house excited for it for days.

Only, then, Cassandra got sick, and Allie never ended up seeing any elephants or trapeze tricks or tightropes.

It wasn’t okay, but it was fine, and Allie learned to live with that bitter sort of disappointment that you always feel guilty for feeling.

The dreams of joining a travelling circus don’t ever really fade, not properly at least. Instead, they’re slowly replaced by things even bigger and brighter, the sort of dreams you live to either make or break.

Cassandra wants to be president. Allie just wants to dance.

-

She does ballet for over ten years. She starts when six, and it doesn’t end until right before the end of high school, doesn’t end until the exact moment she realizes that it’ll never be more than some played out anecdote, made for small talk and that awkward lull in the middle of polite conversation.

She packs a pair of pointe shoes to take with her to college, just for fun, just in case, and drives with Elle into New York. Elle’s majoring in dance at Barnard. Allie’s majoring in polisci at NYU. One of them is following their dreams. Allie feels a lot like she’s given up.

-

(She dances alone in her room to old Taylor Swift, the music playing through only one Airpod because she lost the other last week. On her tiptoes, she goes through her favorite bits of old routines, lets her posture sag just a little, letting her steps shake and her arms draw in.

It’s the most fun she’s had in a while.

Still, she goes to her class on the importance of bipartisanship and beams when the TA tells her the point she made during a discussion was great, and tries to convince herself that this really is her new dream.)

-

Harry Bingham is nothing more than the cute guy who keeps matching with her on Tinder. He laughs at all of her stupid puns and they get coffee once, but can’t find the time to do it again because their schedules never really intersect, not properly at least, because it feels like a bit of trek going all the way uptown. He offers to send a car, but, God, doesn’t that seem so serious?

Harry Bingham is a bit like every other guy she’s ever been into—curly brown hair and winning smile and that sort of laugh that makes you question everything. There are a hundred guys in this city just like him.

She will move on.

-

Allie’s visiting Elle at Barnard the first time she ever hears Harry play the piano.

He makes her wonder why she ever stopped dancing.

He makes her want to try.

send me song lyrics and a pairing and i’ll write you a drabble