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comfort-person · 2 months

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all day i’ve been thinking about harry x reader who matilda is about, maybe reader was a fan before they met, they somehow started dating, and i just neeeeed to know your opinion on her first reaction to the song

Omgggg I adore this!! Thank you so much for the request!! I hope this is okay, and what you were looking for!! ❤️‍🩹 (apologies for the delay. Work has been hectic and I haven’t been able to write lately but I hope you like it nonetheless!!)

Im sorry but I literally LOVE the line ‘I know they won’t hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go’ thats such a beautiful multilayered thing to say, like- don’t hold onto the people who hurt you… just let them go. Gods it’s so beautiful I can’t 😩🥹

You can let it go

It was safe to say you always struggled with your mental health. You were constantly battling that alongside your family. Your family weren’t the best. Sure they took care of you, but didn’t look after you properly. They didn’t make you feel loved… it hurt you terribly. But then you met Harry and your family became nonexistent. Harry became the light in your life, your happiness, your world, your absolute joy… you remembered the time you told him about your family. How he listened. Holding your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it oh so delicately as he nodded occasionally as if to show that he was listening… he actually cared and that broke you yet made you beyond happy all at once, you remembered how frightened you were to open up to him. To tell him that your family didn’t take care of you… that you were lost… but in the end it was the best thing you could’ve done for it opened up the fact that you were struggling. He acted as your life jacket: he saved your life.

You had been a fan of Harry for years, you never thought you’d meet him but you did and well the rest is history… you and him hit it off pretty quickly and immediately began dating but you both kept your relationship with each other out of the public eye. It was easier that way. Privacy was important to the both of you. You were sat in your bedroom that you shared with Harry, the man had been on his phone nonstop and it was starting to really worry you. Sure you struggled with abandonment issues but it wasn’t necessarily your fault. You had experienced nothing but horrendous treatment from your family and it was frankly something you didn’t like to look back on.

“You know you’re kind of freaking me out” you murmur towards him, his emerald green eyes instantly meeting with yours his expression softening “I’m sorry baby… I’m just getting permission for something real quick.” He spoke eyes returning to his phone and you gave him an exasperated look clearly confused and worried all at once. What seemed like hours passed by but really only a couple minutes passed Harry’s lips tugging upwards into a warm smile before he stood up “come with me” he spoke extending his hand out towards you, you quickly taking his hand as he walked with you downstairs and guiding you gently into the living room,

“Sit”

He spoke softly and you sat down watching as he turned on the speaker that was situated just beside the tv, connecting his phone to it “you ready sweetheart?” He glanced at you and you only nodded, still a bit worried and soon enough Harry had set his phone down onto the table coming to sit beside you as a beautiful melodic tune began, echoing from the speaker and wrapping around you like a warm comforting hug your heart suddenly threatening to jump out of your chest… a new song. You licked over your lips anxiously immediately melting into Harry’s side as he held you close his slender fingertips stroking just against your hair as he began pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

You were riding your bike to the sound of “it’s no big deal.” And you’re trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels. Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming ‘til now. So you tie up your hair and smile like it’s no big deal. You can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know not invite your family cause they never showed you love, don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.

Tears suddenly brimmed your eyes a shaky breath leaving your lips as you sank further into Harry’s side, your lower lip trembling as he began rubbing soothing circles against your back… he said that the first time you opened up to him. “Don’t worry about them y/n. This is their loss. You don’t have to be sorry for leaving.” A lump formed in your throat as you held onto harry tighter your knuckles turning white from the grip you had on his T-shirt your chest aching,

Matilda you talk of the pain like it’s all alright. But I know that you feel like a piece of you’s dead inside. You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days. It’s none of my business but it’s just been on my mind…

A tear trailed down your cheek finally as a sob bubbled from your throat, your head falling onto his shoulder… it reminded you how before you and him started dating he would always ask why you didn’t want to go home… he knew it was none of his business but he was worried about you and it wouldn’t leave his mind. It was beautiful… he had written this song about you. About your troubles. About what made you feel weak. What terrified you… and he turned it into something truly beautiful and it was honestly leaving you awe-struck. He converted your pain from agony and sobbing all through the night in his embrace to something comforting… that it was in fact alright that you didn’t want to waste your time on the family that showed you no love what so ever.

You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know, not invite your family cause they never showed you love. You don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, you can see the world following the seasons anywhere you go you don’t need a reason cause they never showed you love don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own. Your just in time make your tea and your toast…

That line was significant to you. You always arrived a little later than expected but always nearly on time at Harry’s house and he would make you tea and toast, every single time, and you’d both have a catch up because you couldn’t leave your home at that time… Harry guided you through the process and helped you leave. He never gave up on you. Never.

You don’t have to go. You don’t have to go home, there’s a long way to go. I don’t believe that time will change your mind. In other words I know they won’t hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go. You can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know you can start a family who will always show you love don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own. You can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know you can start a family who will always show you love you don’t have to be sorry, no….

Your tearful eyes moved to look at Harry who had the same look in his eyes yet he looked so fucking proud. Whether that be pride in his song… or pride in you. “Do I have permission from you to release this song onto my album?” Your lower lip trembled as you nodded your head quickly wrapping your arms around him holding onto him tightly not daring to let go of him as soft sobs left your lips, his large hand stroking up and down your back as he gripped onto you tightly “you can let it go… okay sweetheart?” You didn’t answer, instead holding onto him tighter, not daring to let go your fingers curling into his hair your breathing shaky as your sobs continued escaping your lips. “I love it so much… it’s so beautiful… s-so comforting…” he pressed continuous kisses to your head not letting you go as he rocked you back and forth ever so slightly “I love you so much y/n.” He murmured against your head gently and you smiled weakly, emotions continuing to smash against you rather roughly “I love you so much too Harry… thank you. Thank you for sav-“ “shh. I didn’t do that y/n. You did all of that. You did.” He pulled back looking into your eyes gently pointing one finger against your chest “you, did all of it. You left the home… yet you remained strong. And that was all you.” His hand caressed against your cheek and you smiled lower lip continuing to tremble before you leaned in pressing a kiss to his lips keeping you lips against his “you. Saved. My. Life.” You spoke against his lips before you hugged him again, now sprawled out on his lap his hands rubbing up and down your sides holding you lovingly not daring to let go of you making sure you knew you were loved. Because you were and are so so loved.

Never forget that. You are loved. Never apologise for doing what’s right for you. Love yourselves.

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comfort-person · 5 months

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So so so grateful I can’t even explain this. I’m so happy.

Full video of me asking a question and Jamie answering!!! (Cut out Tom’s answer due to the fact it was too long! I’m forever grateful!!)

#stranger things #jamie campbell bower #vecna 001 #enzo #jamie bower #comic con #wales comic con #panel

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comfort-person · 5 months

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This beautiful human being has been my comfort person for god knows how long. Meeting him again has healed me. A part of me that I didn’t think could ever be healed. He is the most purest human being ever and was so patient and tender with me today. 🫶🏻

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comfort-person · 7 months

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Oh my goodness thank you so much for including me in this list!! Very grateful! Thank you!! (:

Harry Styles Fic Recs

FLUFF

I'll be by your side (@tpwkwriter)

love on tour, forever (@harrysfolklore)

social media au: harry and y/n are besties. (@meetmymouth)

sharing a bed (@daaydreamy)

love in secret (@mydearesthrry)

jealous baby boy (@onlygrapejuice)

love in photos (@finelinevogue)

I just called to say I love you (@harrywritingsbyme)

leave the door open... (@meetmymouth)

I belong with you (@hazzashouse)

fruity (@watchmegetobsessed)

lost n found (@finelinevogue)

melted ice cream (@0oolookitsme)

birthday wishes (@mydearesthrry)

shower prank (@finelinevogue)

yearly styles' family awards (@valuunit)

sliding down the bed (@harryrryrry)

long live (@missmielyhoran)

trinkets on tour (@mydearesthrry)

sharing is caring (@justmystyles)

ring shopping (@finelinevogue)

smart girl (@bunnyteetharry)

a little too much styles charm (@maddie7writes)

love language (@alonetimelover)

black and white film camera (@justmeinatree)

assistant!reader (@ifancyharry)

the edge of all we've ever known (@stylesharrys)

when I look at you (^)

hayday, braids, and chocolate (@mydearesthrry)

unofficial (@watchmegetobsessed)

hot summer nights (@finelinevogue)

ANGST

Business or pleasure? (@justmystyles)

paparazzi nerves (@finelinevogue)

fight for you (@secret-rendezvous1d)

life goes on (@finelinevogue)

oreos and pickles (@missmielyhoran)

separation anxiety (@comfort-person)

the best thing (@finelinevogue)

saccharine expressions (@musicforastylesrestaurant)

hawaiian party (@skullsuited)

love me please? (@havethetimeofyourstyles)

we're not who we used to be (@coucouatoi)

a house isn't a home without you (@stylesharrys)

trepidation (@justlemmeadoreyou)

bestfriend's ex boyfriend (@harrysbabycherry)

series

one summer (@watchmegetobsessed)

#oh my god #ahhhhh #tysm #grateful #fic recs #imagines harry styles #harry styles sweet #angst #comfort imagine #comfort person

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comfort-person · 8 months

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Publicity stunt

This GIF IM SORRY WHAT?!!!! 😩😩😩😩 anyways moving on this story is based on the ‘one bed’ trope. Yes I’m obsessed. I hope you all enjoy!!

Synopsis: you and Harry are forced to be a publicity stunt. He is your boyfriend for one year. A signed contract. But one problem… you hate each other.

Harry styles x fem! Reader

The lights of the paparazzis blinded you and Harry, Harry’s head bowed as his arm was wrapped tightly around you giving the impression of a protective boyfriend protecting his girlfriend his slender fingers wrapped around your hip as you both walked towards the doors of the five star hotel. Fans were screaming, shoving pictures and cd’s towards him attempting to get his attention but all he wanted to do was relax… what a day it had been. He was chewing a piece of gum, curly hair messy but driving the girls and guys wild as usual. His other hand was holding his water bottle, his sunglasses and his car keys… yes he did in fact have pretty big hands.

Once inside of the hotel, away from the eyes of the public you pulled away from Harry not saying anything to him as you walked to your guys’ hotel room. Eventually once at the right room you slid the card in before pulling it out abruptly the green light flickering slightly letting you know it had been unlocked before you pushed the door open, not holding it open for the man as instead it slammed into his arm “thanks.” He spoke sarcastically, you would’ve said something even more sarcastic if it wasn’t for the issue that had now made itself apparent to you… one fucking bed. Great! Just your luck, right? “Are you serious? Harry didn’t you say you got two separate beds?” You asked Harry dropping his stuff onto the desk

“Yes. I did. But clearly they didn’t listen… it isn’t my fault.” He spoke and you glared at him “not your fault? Pfft.” You scoffed, Harry’s cold green eyes boring into you as he stared an annoyed unimpressed look on his face “and earlier you called me childish. Grow the fuck up y/n.” He spat out, your attention now on him, a steamy angry emotion in both of you as you glared into each others eyes “it’s. a. bed. If you’re so unhappy with it sleep on the floor.” He muttered annoyed before sitting down on the bed, the outside world was already dark, and harry was just about ready for bed. You couldn’t believe what he was saying and hated the fact that he just didn’t seem to care… he was truly a fucking asshole. Gods could your life get any worse? “People describe you as a gentleman… apparently you’re not. Because if you were you would’ve offered to sleep on the floor… cliche but if you did I might actually like you.” You spoke, yet didn’t even get a response from him. He just ignored you. Blatantly ignoring you. It pissed you off. Yet you watched as he soon grabbed a hold of a pillow neither of you would use before he stuffed a pillow in between the already laid out pillows- the one pillow standing up right creating an invisible equal line down the middle of the bed, “there… better princess.” He spoke sarcastically and you glared at him annoyed “you stick to your side. I stick to mine.” He spoke and you just nodded your head, before hurrying into the bathroom with your pyjamas, Harry getting changed himself before the both of you decided to wind down for the night.

Harry’s back was facing you, your back facing him too, the pillow being a lot of help actually yet you couldn’t get comfortable whatsoever. It was as if something was bugging you… and you forced yourself to believe it was him that was bugging you. But in reality it was this whole entire situation… you liked harry… and hated the fact that you both had to go around hiding these stupid fucking lies. You had been fidgeting nonstop for a good hour and a half, Harry’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the wall blankly… he was really biting his tongue. But that’s when your cold foot touched the back of his leg his body jumping

“Jesus Christ y/n! You’re freezing… stop fidgeting and go to sleep” he spoke, voice laced with tiredness the deepness making his voice crackle slightly. “Okay. ‘m sorry.” You muttered before rolling onto your stomach before attempting to sleep again, Harry’s eyes fluttering shut as he sighed softly, relaxing all until a minute later you were moving again- bed creaking, foot colliding with Harry’s ass “ow!” He rolled onto his back neck craned to look at you “will you stop? You’re certainly doing that on purpose.” He spoke, your brows furrowed in discomfort “I’m sorry… I can’t sleep… can’t get comfortable. I miss my home… my own bed…” you murmured Harry’s eyes opening slightly wider as he listened to you “well… you’ll be able to go home sooner once you fall asleep.” He spoke before attempting to roll back over and sleep only to be grabbed by your gentle hand eyes full of sadness and worry

“Harry…” you whispered “y/n.” He spoke in the same tone “hold me.” Those words practically stumped Harry, as he froze, blinking- utterly baffled. Did he just hear you right. “What?” “Hold me Harry. Please… I- I can’t sleep unless close to someone… or something…” usually you had your back pressed against the wall but there was no wall either of the sides of the bed. All apart from Harry. Harry closed his eyes, exhaling quietly before shaking his head “fine.” He rolled over to face you, you rolling over again so your back was facing him before you backed up into his warm embrace- back pressing against his chest, his arms lightly wrapping around your waist hands closed into fists to make sure to not touch you without you wanting him to, your body soon relaxing as you closed your eyes, Harry relaxing too as slowly but surely the both of you fell into somewhat of a peaceful sleep.

Hours passed before eventually it was morning again, 6am to be precise. You would’ve slept in longer if it wasn’t for the fact that Harry’s fans were screaming his name… one side yelling ‘Harry’ another yelling ‘styles’ it was continuous. Annoying. Frustrating.

Your eyes fluttered open confused, a soft groan leaving your lips, yet that soon became the least of your worries as you soon realised you were not facing a wall anymore… but rather Harry himself… your chest pressed against his, face inches from his, your eyes widening slightly in shock…. You must’ve really gotten comfortable last night… Jesus. You stared shocked but didn’t attempt to move as you soon instead found yourself admiring him… his lips… his nose…. The way his eyelashes brushed against the tops of his cheeks… his hair sprawled out onto the pillow lips slightly pouted, arms still wrapped around you tightly and securely. His defined jawline and cheekbones making your stomach flutter. So much so you carefully reached your arm behind you grabbing your phone as you quickly but efficiently took a picture of him asleep, immediately posting it to Instagram keeping your eyes on him but also your phone to make sure he didn’t see you doing such a… romantic? Thing.

A sudden “you know it’s rude to stare,” making you jump a small lazy smirk on Harry’s lips as he stared at you. You quickly turned your phone off dropping it by your side as you stared at him “sorry..” you smiled softly staring at him the feeling you had towards him was now of fondness rather than resentment. “Want to hear a joke?” He asked softly voice lazy and amused and you hummed watching as he smirked “right… okay.. what do you call a dinosaur who constantly kicks you up the bum?” You shook your head not knowing “a megasoreass…” your lips immediately upturned into a smile as you laughed “that’s so fucking stupid Harry.” You giggled out “okay okay I’ve got one…. What do you call someone who crosses the road to find a chicken?” Harry stared confused “uh I don’t know.” “Harry styles.” You spoke, Harry’s eyes narrowing as he glared at you playfully “well who’s the one who likes chicken here? I only eat fish… soo… I guess it’s really y/n y/l/n hm” he smirked at you your smile remaining yet both your faces began to relax as he began leaning in, you moving closer to him as well before the inevitable happened…

Your lips met with his, the pillow that once kept you both from being close to each other now was a place for both your heads to rest, Harry’s hand coming to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your cheek bone as he kissed you deeply but passionately, eyes fluttered shut, growing more heated, his free hand sliding down your waist and your hands grasping onto his shoulders tightly hands soon curling into his hair, tugging slightly before eventually you were both forced to pull away…. Breathing heavily… looking into each others eyes as Harry stared at you

“Shit…” he murmured

“Shit.” You repeated after him studying his eyes silently… there’s no going back now, right? “Fuck it.” You whispered, lips colliding with his again as you kissed him passionately, the kisses messy and sloppy as his hands travelled down your waist, until eventually you were pulled on-top of him the filthy make out session continuing… and well….

The rest is history.

#short story #harry styles #harry styles comfort #comfort #imagines harry styles #comfort imagine #harry edward styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x yn #x yn #x reader #one direction #comfort character #one bed trope #one bedroom #enemies to lovers #lovers #tension

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comfort-person · 8 months

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MY NIGHT MY NIGHT MY NIGHT AHHAUEIEEIEO WEMBLEY N3 🔛🔝 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. I hope yall enjoy this story!! Eeek it’s adorable 😭

My baby fever has returned. This is why I’m writing this. But this is absolutely fucking adorable MY HEART.

Synopsis: After a long shift at work you come home to something absolutely adorable.

Baby fever

You had just finished your work. You worked as a full time doctor within the care of the NHS. Sometimes you had shitty days and sometimes you had lovely days but this day had just been incredibly shitty. It had just been one of those days… one of those dreadfully slow and painful days. You never liked to bring home what had happened at the hospital as you didn’t like your 5 year old daughter hearing any of it, sure you and Harry sometimes talked because communication was best after all but you hated even having to talk quietly… you didn’t want sweet little Loulabelle hearing about anything horrible. The little girl had a vivid and wild imagination and came up with the craziest of dreams and nightmares that you and Harry were often shocked she, someone so young, could see… so vividly.

You slowly opened the front door, eyes tired and dreary. Lou should’ve been in bed by now. Sometimes Harry let her have later nights on Fridays which today was Friday but sometimes she was so overtired that he just put her to bed immediately yet you were quite surprised when you heard the gentle strums of guitar. A small smile immediately formed on your lips… maybe he was practicing? And so you slowly walked to the living room the sight before you immediately warming your heart. Harry sat on the sofa, Lou sat on her little purple beanbag a plastic lidded cup with hot chocolate in it as she stared at her daddy with big loving eyes. Yet it only got cuter from then on, the strumming becoming familiar the little girl bouncing up and down excitedly “you gonna sing Lou?” His voice was soft as he gazed at her with loving eyes, giving her daddy a toothy grin as she nodded her head desperately.

“You’ve got a friend in me… you’ve got a friend in me… daddy! When the road looks rough ahead and your miles and miles from your nice warm bed you just remember what your old pal said daddy, you’ve got a friend in me!” The little girl sang with wide happy eyes, hands clutching at the plastic cup her happiness obvious as she continued singing with wide happy eyes, her words sweet and loud before she pointed at Harry showing she didn’t want to sing anymore “daddy you sing! You sing!” The small girl yelled, Harry unable to stop smiling agreed- fingers continuing to strum the guitar gently and slowly “nice and loudly daddy!” The girl yelled and he chuckled nodding his head softly “okay baby okay…” he licked over his lips preparing himself before looking into her big green eyes a lot of love etched onto his face giving his shoulders a little wiggle the girl bursting into fits of giggles as she kept her eyes on him, taking big gulps of her hot chocolate:

“You’ve got a friend in me. You’ve got a friend in me. You’ve got troubles and I got em to. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. We stick together and we see it through cause you’ve got a friend in me! Some other folks might be a little smarter than I am big and strong too. Maybe but none of them will love you the way I do… it’s me and you, girl… and as the years go by our friendship will never die. You’re gonna see it’s our destiny… you’ve got a friend in me…” you watched your eyes stinging with tears your lower lip trembling as you stared at him. The love of your life… so good with kids. It was heartbreakingly adorable. Soon you joined them “you’ve got a friend in me…” you sang out the little girl immediately squealing “mummy!!! Mummy!! Daddy look it’s mummy!” Lou ran up to wrap her small arms around you and you quickly lifted her up into your embrace. “Oh what pretty singing you have young lady” you spoke smiling Harry soon pressing a kiss to your cheek silently asking how you are, his arm wrapping around your waist gently

“Mummy sing me a song!!” “No little girl it’s your bedtime. I’ve already sang that song to you ten times” a soft laugh left your lips, before you said goodnight to the child, Harry taking her up and putting her to bed before he came back down, arms wrapping around you immediately as he held you close to his body looking down at you with loving eyes “good day?” He asked softly the look in your eyes saying it all “it’s better now that I’m with you and Lou.” You spoke quietly his eyes softening “I think that is a good means for cuddles and take out… what do you think?” He raised his brows and you smiled nodding your head “and cuddles with you?” “Of course.” He then pressed a soft kiss to your lips eyes full of adoration and love…. That evening full of nothing but love and care… he spent his evening taking care and loving for you… there truly was nothing he wouldn’t do for you. The love of his life.

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comfort-person · 8 months

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Separation anxiety

Synopsis: Harry and readers son has always been attached to Harry and always being anxious when he’s not around but one evening the anxiety flies through the roof and Harry’s immediately there to comfort his son. Most things don’t work but Harry has the perfect remedy up his sleeve…

Daddy! Harry x reader

“Ethan go to sleep,” you called up the stairs hearing your five year old son shouting for you. “But mummy!” “Ethan go to sleep.” “Can I tell you something mummy?!” A soft sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes “go to sleep Ethan otherwise I’ll come up there and put bedtime music on instead!” Harry soon called, backing you up and instantly making the boy fall silent. It was always difficult to put him to sleep, especially at 7 pm, he just didn’t like going to sleep, always and constantly making up reasons as to why he can stay awake. But you and your husband Harry have to always be firm with him. It takes its time but it works.

Harry exhaled beside you, running his fingers through his hair before he looked at you “anything we doing tomorrow?” He asked, voice slightly husky from how tired he was his hair a beautiful mess and his green eyes darker than usual yet still filled with nothing but the utmost love. “Don’t think so,” you shook your head slightly before Harry jumped up dropping his phone onto the couch allowing you to get a look at his phone which was on the ring camera showing the delivery driver waiting outside. You had both had hectic days and most definitely didn’t feel like making dinner. Harry quickly rushed to the door pulling the door open and smiling at the man “thank you so much,” he took the food from him, the keys jingling in the door quite loudly sending pure anxiousness through poor little Ethan

“Daddy!!” The boy yelled at the top of his lungs “daddy don’t leave me!” You felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, Ethan always had anxiety about you or Harry leaving him… it was horrible.. him believing that you’d up and leave him to fend for himself. No way. It broke your heart that his vivid imagination was capable of creating such venomous thoughts.

Harry quickly dropped the food onto the kitchen counter before running up the stairs hurriedly and rushing into Ethan’s room, finding the boy stood up tears streaming down his cheeks his chest heaving “hey… hey… oh,” Harry’s muscular arms quickly wrapped around the small boy, lifting him up into his embrace, the boy beginning to sob into Harry’s neck fisting his T-shirt in his hands as the child wailed,

“I love you daddy” he whispered out quietly “I love you too, bud… love you to the moon and back in fact,” he spoke softly chin resting atop of his head “don’t leave me daddy… I scared…” he whispered and Harry hushed him softly “I’m not gonna let you go. Okay? I’m here.” His hand continuously rubbed up and down his back slowly and gently over and over again, his fingertips massaging into the boys spine and Harry heard his sons breathing grow deeper proving he was starting to relax and so that’s when Harry decided to send his son completely into dream land, a peaceful dreamland…

“You want me to sing for you?” He soon asked quietly, receiving a little ‘mm-mm’ in return and he smiled softly before pressing a kiss to his forehead,

Sweet creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

Sweet creature

We're running through the garden

Oh, where nothing bothered us

But we're still young

I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

I know, it's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

I know when we started

Just two hearts in one home

It gets harder when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

You'll bring me home

Soon after those lyrics came to an end Harry continued humming them over and over again until feeling the boy go limp in his embrace and he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before carefully lowering him into his bed, covering him with his blankets and placing a teddy in his embrace “love you buddy. Sleep well.” He paused for a moment or two to make sure he would remain asleep before he silently left the room before hurrying downstairs to where you were, you had already set up dinner and as soon as Harry appeared around the corner you smiled wrapping your arms around him instantly and pressing a kiss to his lips “I guess we know he loves your singing just as much as me hm…” a soft giggle left your lips and Harry smirked pressing a kiss to your forehead “I guess so. But it makes sense… mother like son hm?” He smiled giving you a squeeze “I love you.” He muttered gently “love you too.” You rested your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat, your heart was his and you knew your sons heart was Harry’s too… Harry was not only your comfort person but Ethan’s as well… you both needed him as much as each other… but Harry needed you just as much… he may be your everything but you’re his everything as well.

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comfort-person · 8 months

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Request: Were YN is madly in love with harry and propose him. Due to some circumstances he rejected her and Later he accepts it.

YN as Harry’s tour assistant

Thank you for this request!! Sorry for taking forever I’ve been on holiday, but I hope this is okay!

Trigger warnings: swearing- but near to nothing

Harry x tour assistant reader

“So what kind of thing were you thinking? America, England then Europe?” You spoke staring at Harry, moving your hands around to get your point across. You did it without even thinking, it was something that was just natural for you: talking with your hands. “I think it would be cool to add in Australia dates as well,” Harry spoke your eyes lingering on his lips as he spoke. You were utterly and completely in love with Harry. You had been his tour assistant for about five months and over those months you had gotten to know him better but also gotten to fall in love with him more and more… you had been bottling up these feelings for him for three months and gods was it becoming unbearable. His sweet lips, his green eyes, his kindness, his humour… fuck… you were obsessed with him. But who wasn’t? This is Harry fucking styles we’re talking about.

A soft hum left your lips and you nodded your head “yeah sure thing,” you wrote a few notes down to discuss with your managers later on “we could even do a wide world tour,” you spoke staring at him with a soft smile Harry’s lips curving up into to a warm smile his dimples appearing making your stomach flutter “wide world sounds good. There’s fans everywhere and you know, the cost of living isn’t exactly helping people buy concert tickets so to minimise that we can put tours all over- Japan, America, England, China, Asia in general, Australia- Everywhere else.” He spoke, this was one of the many reasons as to why you loved him so much and adored him because he spoke in such a beautiful way…. He was just so well spoken and kind and generous. “Okay yeah definitely… so like when you and one direction went on tour yeah? You guys went everywhere. So like that?” Harry nodded a permanent smile on his lips, it would be quite a big budget but you weren’t scared of it. It was going to be exciting to figure something out. Plus you knew it made Harry happy to make his fans happy so either way he was going to be happy and that made you happy. Beyond happy.

“I’ll figure this out with the managers and hopefully it’s successful, if it is I’ll be in contact with you in the next few days,” you spoke “thank you, Y/n I truly do appreciate it.” He reached his hand out towards you and you smiled expecting him to shake your hand but instead he patted you gently on the shoulder making your stomach flutter all over again. You were totally besotted with him. You stared at him with happy gentle eyes a lot of love in your own eyes Harry soon realising you hadn’t stood up “everything okay?” He asked and you cleared your throat “yes yes everything’s fine, sorry,” you chuckled nervously Harry’s green eyes searching your face but before he could’ve even said anything your feelings that you had kept to yourself for months came spurting out of your lips,

“I’m sorry Harry… this is probably really fucking abrupt but… you make me so happy. You’re such a beautiful person and.. I-… I don’t know I just like you… a lot…” Harry’s smile slowly faded, his lips parting in awe before a laugh left his lips yet he soon realised you weren’t laughing, your face was painstakingly anxious and that’s when his smile faded and he stared at you shocked. He didn’t realise you were being serious. He liked you, he did, he really liked you in fact- you were beautiful, someone he cared for and adored but he didn’t think a relationship was the right thing at that present moment especially because of the recent relationship with Olivia… Harry liked to call it a ‘fling’ between them as horrible as that sounded but it was the truth. Harry was the main role in don’t worry darling and Olivia wanted to promote her movie… what better way to promote it than sleep with her new money maker who was easily going to bring her fame and money. Harry didn’t want Olivia to target you and because his relationship with her was still pretty fresh and raw he didn’t feel like it was right to have a romantic relationship with you at that very moment.. sure things could blossom in the future but right now it just wouldn’t be fair on you and although he didn’t say it he cared about you so very much and just wanted the best for you.

“Look y/n you’re wonderful… and I care about you very much but…” he shook his head struggling to find the words. You were a sweet girl and he didn’t want to break your heart. He’d never forgive himself if he ever broke your heart “I just don’t want a relationship at the moment… you’re lovely though and beautiful you are… I’m very uh… flattered? That you think that but I’m just not ready for a relationship.” He spoke carefully and softly, he was usually straight forward but with you he was more tender because he cared so very much for you. You were more than a friend… so much more… yet he wasn’t able to express that at the very moment. Your heart had instantly dropped into your stomach your grip on your notepad tightening and you gulped harshly tears beginning to sting your eyes but you quickly forced a smile “that’s okay,” you let out a soft chuckle attempting to hide the shakiness in your voice but Harry noticed it and it broke his heart “thank you for understanding…” he smiled softly his eyes genuine and apologetic. You slowly stood up “I’ll be in touch soon Harry, have a good rest of your day,” you spoke before quickly leaving your anxiousness only growing yet you quickly forced yourself to calm down… getting rejected was absolutely one of the worst feelings ever. But you respected Harry’s honesty… you respected and were grateful for the fact that Harry was honest with you and didn’t even think to lead you on.

Harry the next few days was overthinking everything. He was thinking everything over and attempting to understand his own feelings and what he truly wanted and after two weeks of no contact from you Harry finally realised that he wanted you. He needed time to think… time to gather his thoughts and finally he had figured out that he didn’t want money, he didn’t want fame, he didn’t want anything…. All he wanted was you. Nothing else, no one else… just you.

And so Harry later on that day went out shopping where he bought chocolates, flowers and ingredients to cook a meal. After that he headed over to your place, and once arriving he knocked loudly on the door- he waited for a while, before eventually hearing the sound of the door unlocking before it was pulled open you coming into view and a warm charming smile formed on Harry’s face “oh.. harry..” you spoke confused, looking down at yourself almost insecure you wore turquoise blue shorts and a random T-shirt yet that soon was the least of your worries as you noticed was was in his hands… flowers… your heart skipped a beat and you gulped harshly “I uh… I just wanted to see whether the offer was still up.” He spoke and you furrowed your brows “the offer for what?” You asked and he smiled softly “the offer to love you.” Those words shocked you your brows raising “to love-“ “I love you y/n. I have done for ages… I just couldn’t tell you right away bec-“ he fell silent as he felt your lips smush against his, his eyes widening slightly at your burst of confidence but he soon placed the bag down keeping a hold of the flowers as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you back gently but deeply all at once… the amount of love in the kiss being portrayed massively.

The flowers were pressed against your back, his free hand stroking against the small of your back as you melted further into him gripping onto his T-shirt tightly his lips tasting delicious… softer than anything…. Just how you had imagined. Before he eventually pulled back a small smile on his lips and he gazed down at you before lifting his hand up to caress against your cheek stroking his thumb against your skin as he searched your eyes softly and gently “you’re so beautiful y/n… let me cook us a dinner, yeah? Let me make you happy….” A soft grin tugged at your lips and you smiled nodding your head before kissing his cheek before dragging him inside the apartment Harry’s finger’s immediately finding yours, like the last piece of a puzzle finally connecting… it was beautiful.

“Also it’s been confirmed… you can do a world tour…” you spoke smirking at the man you loved Harry’s eyes widening with excitement and happiness “well then…. I suppose I better get a extra seat booked hm?” He spoke smiling and you stared at him with wide happy eyes “a seat booked for who?” You asked gently “for you obviously…. Just for you… you’re gonna be coming on tour with me…” a soft happy laugh left your lips before you wrapped your arms around him tightly and he smiled gripping onto you tightly yet gently “gods I love you..” you murmured softly, it was moving so quickly already but you couldn’t wait… it was going to be perfect… “I love you more.” He murmured pressing a kiss to your forehead “love you most…” you spoke smirking forcing a small scoff out of Harry “please, Y/n… I don’t think that’s possible..” he chuckled out gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you. For once Harry felt as if this was going to be the start of something wonderful…. Something that was going to blossom into something beautiful… maybe it was too soon to admit it but he knew then and there that he was in love with you. Head over heels. He was going to love you forever… he loved your soul, personality and smile… maybe finally he could spend his life with you: the one he loved more than anything.

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comfort-person · 9 months

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Draco Malfoy headcanons‼️

Disclaimer: have this for now as I’m on holiday rn and can’t write 😭 but I’ll write more headcanons if y’all want them. Send in requests all you like. I’m also working on lots of requests too. Tysm (:

Oh and if you want NSFW headcanons then just lmk!

• Draco isn’t good with his words, he can’t ever express how he is feeling and so sometimes it seems as if he doesn’t love you and it frightens you but he always reassures you by putting love letters underneath your pillow in the mornings whilst you’re asleep as he knows it’ll always put a smile on your face.

• he isn’t big on physical touch but as soon as you’re both out in public he becomes completely attached to you, hand around your waist, shoulders, resting against you, holding your hand- anything and everything because he wants everyone and anyone to know that you are his.

• gets you a snake pendant and also lets you wear his ring to feel closer to him. But if you’re in another house other than Slytherin he’d get you a necklace with your houses animal on it.

• always ruffles your hair to annoy you, and you ruffle his back but he loves it.

• when he gets the dark mark you’re the first person he tells and first person he goes to- seeking comfort from you as he’s utterly terrified.

• he isn’t good with homework, he doesn’t like it one bit, but he’ll always help you out with your homework even if he ultimately fails.

• constant kisses on the cheek and forehead.

•he likes to trail his fingertip over your skin and watch how you smile, sometimes you trail against his lips and he playfully pretends to bite your finger. He allows you to see another side to him.

• always there to support you no matter what.

• sometimes he’s very defiant and agitated and even you can’t calm him down and he says things he doesn’t intend on saying/ things he didn’t mean to say and he apologises every time with a trip to hogsmeade to get some butter beer

• if someone ever hurts your feelings he’s immediately in their face making them regret hurting you.

• loves to skip classes with you

• holds hands with you constantly.

• he can’t ever take his eyes off of you, always admiring you. Always. You mean a lot to him in many many ways and the best way I can describe it is if you’ve seen the movie inside out and the emotions and those islands that have core memories stored inside of them… yeah… well you have an island in Dracos core memories. You’re ultimately his safe place<3

• he loves that you know him well, you know when he’s unhappy like he knows when you’re unhappy. But you always press him to tell you what’s the matter and he ultimately opens up.

• very very cuddly. His hair is fluffy and soft

• one of his favourite things to do with you is stargaze in the astronomy tower. He often takes you on dates up there so the two of you don’t get disturbed.

• when kissing you he holds your jaw with one hand yet his touch is oh so tender and gentle as if frightened he was going to break you.

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comfort-person · 9 months

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Hellish nightmare

OKAY OKAY IM SORRY- but I saw this new trailer of ‘witch board’ I know nothing about it- I’ve seen the original so I’m loosely basing it off of that but it’s totally made up so a little bit of everything… just my brain spitting out ideas that won’t go away. BUT I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT BECAUSE IM NOT OKAY AHEOEEOOOWOSE. Anywayssss don’t come at me pls- this’ll be incredibly out of his character as I don’t know him and I haven’t seen what he is like so I’m just going with the vibes and how he’s got dark secrets apparently- so just bare with… AH. His voice is just driving me mental so please ignore how bad this plot is and how I have no idea what I’m writing but I need to get it out because if I don’t I’m just going to go mad. Okay okay rant over. Enjoy!

Trigger warnings: devils, fantasy- horror shit- made up stuff! Mention of sickness, scary stuff, ghost stuff, mention of Ouija boards, horror movie, possession of reader- bunch of other stuff idk- just horror stuff!

A/N: ALSO THE FREAKING DIFFICULTY SPELLING OUIJA IS PISSING ME OFF😭😭😩 I’m mentally unwell I’m sorry. HAHA

Fem! Reader x Alexander Babtiste

“What’s so scary? It’s only a bit of hocus pocus… right?” A smirk tugged at your lips as you stared at your friends who seemed incredibly unhappy about your idea. In front of you sat a Ouija board the planchette sat atop of the honey coloured board “it’s a harmless game! C’mon… who doesn’t want to talk to a devil?” Your friends glanced at each other uncomfortably before Ryan focused completely on you “y/n you’re pushing your luck… this isn’t just a harmless game it’s literally testing your luck… haven’t you heard about those kids who get possessed?” You stared at your friends before rolling your eyes “loosen up you lot. It’s just a game. If you don’t want to I’ll do it myself… just watch.” You spoke annoyed yet your friends were still discomforted by that idea, yet none of them tried to stop you as you placed your index fingers and middle fingers on both sides of the planchette,

“It’s meant to be your dominant hand. Use your dominant hand.” Amelia muttered and you looked at her seeing her anxiety building “oh- so you know how to work these do you? C’mon then… let’s play together.” You spoke, keeping your writing hand on the planchette your other hand resting in your lap, Amelia looked uncomfortable and shook her head “you’re a bunch of wusses I’m telling you.” You muttered rolling your eyes, it was all just a game… but it wasn’t…. Was it? You exhaled before you watched as the planchette began to move by itself. “Stop the bullshit y/n you’re moving that!” Chris exclaimed eyes wide but you didn’t respond. “Is someone here with us? If so please show us.” You spoke calmly and softly watching the planchette slowly move to ‘yes.’ A smile tugged at your lips “thank you… who are you?” You asked watching as the planchette practically dove towards ‘no’ “no? Do you not want to tell me?” It remained on ‘no’ and you suddenly felt an incredibly uncomfortable feeling in your stomach… someone was here. “Y/n you’ve had your fun c’mon cut the crap.. please.” Amelia practically begged but you shook your head “not until I get answers. It’s just a game!” You said annoyed before focusing back on the Ouija board “who are you? I’m Y/n…. I want to know you” you spoke watching as the planchette jutted towards one of the letters before it began to slowly spell something out:

B E E L Z L E B U B

Your eyes were wide as you spoke every letter before realising what it had spelled out “Beelzlebub…” you whispered your friends seemingly to have grown that more freaked out and anxious “okay okay yes you’re done y/n. Say goodbye! Say goodbye!” Your friends yelled at you, forcing you to drag the planchette down to ‘goodbye’ “what’s wrong?! I was talking to them!” You yelled, believing your friends were just being pussies. “Beelzlebub is a synonym for satan!” Satan… shit… you gulped glancing at your friends worriedly “right.. yeah… I’m sorry. I’ll stop now.” You murmured before quickly putting the board back into the box and tossing it into your wardrobe before you and your friends left the room to try and debrief and calm down…. You didn’t realise what you were messing with. Who you were messing with… this was just the start of your hellish nightmare.

~five days later~

Not much happened, some weird things happened sure but other than that you were fine. All until the fifth evening… you were starting to feel sick to your stomach. Your skin was growing hotter and you were sweating. You were rolling back and forth in bed, breathing heavy as you struggled to get comfortable. It constantly felt as if a dark presence was looming over you… watching you… waiting to attack you. Yet it never attacked you. It was just waiting- waiting to frighten you. Waiting to paralyse you. You tossed and turned- over and over again, your eyes shut tight as you struggled to stay still, your eyes although shut ached like nothing before- you kept seeing bright lights. An orange fiery glow and girls in white dresses dancing around a fire, men in masks also dancing- their masks seemed to be that of a goat skull… the devil…. You tossed and turned constantly over and over again unable to sleep… unable to do anything apart from toss and turn all until a loud cough grabbed your attention making your eyes snap open as you shot up seeing your surroundings suddenly change “y/n… you okay?” You panted seeing Amelia, it was daylight outside… you could’ve sworn it was nighttime “you okay?” She asked again and you nodded your head “yeah… yeah… fine.” Amelia looked beyond concerned but slowly nodded as she left the room and you carefully got up and out of bed your legs feeling like jelly, your eyes were achy your head pounding and your stomach churning before eventually you felt a fuzzing in your windpipe, your lips parting before you threw a hand over your mouth sprinting towards the nearest bathroom as you practically collapsed onto your knees as you threw up into the toilet your eyes glossy and fearful, squeezing shut as you gripped onto the toilet continuing to puke up your guts all until you caught a glimpse of what was in the toilet….

A black liquid. It was supposed to be clear- or orange…. But this was black…. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand seeing your saliva mixed with black liquid… “what the fuck y/n?” You turned around abruptly seeing Chris looking alarmed “Jesus Christ…” he whispered “I-I don’t feel so good.” You whispered out eyes full of fear “you need to rest then…” he spoke staring at the black liquid on your lips, he then made a mental note to call someone immediately. You playing the Ouija board then being sick like this… it was a massive no no. Massive red flags too… he wasn’t having his friend be demonically possessed. No fucking way. And so that’s exactly what happened, Chris ended up getting into contact with a man called Alexander Babtiste. Alexander made it known that he was skilful in these situations. He knew how to cast the devil away… he knew that he held much more power above any other being. Or well that’s what he told everyone…. He wasn’t necessarily a scam- no- but rather a terrifying truth. He knew what he was doing but he hid many many secrets. He knew why demons clung onto certain people- it was usually because they were empaths and able to feel such things and in this case you were an empath. Yes you might not believe as such but you felt things… saw things… heard things. Things that couldn’t just be debunked. You were laying on the couch a cold flannel resting on your forehead, you had scratches on your cheeks and you were simply a mess all until you heard three loud knocks and you tiredly opened your eyes “it’s him.” A voice murmured… who? Who was here? You tiredly watched your friend move to the door before opening the door allowing a man dressed in black to enter the house… he looked like a priest…. Was he a priest? You stared in silence “thank you for coming so quickly, mr Babtiste…” “call me Alexander. Please.” He smiled soothingly before his baby blues slowly turned to look at you, he wore a cross chain- the cross sitting perfectly in the middle of his chest “what has been happening?” He asked Chris who ran a hand through his hair worriedly,

“Throwing up black stuff… acting really really weird.” “Weird? How so?” Alexander looked towards you again “y/n how are you feeling? Can you sit up for me?” You nodded and slowly sat up “I’m fine… just got a headache.” You muttered, Chris- whom was beside you was practically glaring daggers into the side of your head. He knew you were lying.. and so did Alexander. Your lies were not fooling the man “only a headache?” He queried, head tilting slightly and you stared at him suddenly feeling an extremely strong urge to slap him…. Slap him a voice in your head whispered, sounding menacing and your hand jutted in your lap making Alexander look down at your hand “impulses” he spoke out loud “impulses, throwing up dark stuff you say?” He glanced at Chris who nodded “black stuff…. Had black stuff in it… looked like coal.” He spoke Alexander nodding slightly “right… well- I’m assuming she’s being controlled.” “So possessed?” “No… no… I don’t like that term.” Alexander smiled calmly as he shook his head “she is not possessed…. But she is close to becoming possessed. That is why I’m going to rid the demon out of your house.”

And so Alexander set up a ritual looking thing in the middle of your living room, “come- sit.” He spoke sitting down on one side, and you sat down on the other, Chris sitting further away “I want you to focus on the pendulum, okay?” You nodded staring down at the object he held that slowly swung back and forth not entirely realising that he was using you as his own experiment to see how far you could talk to these demons… “as long as I am here no one can hurt you. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing in this room will hurt you, okay?” You nodded slightly a little bit of anxiousness forming in your eyes and he reached out resting his fingertips against your shoulder “you know so little yet here you are… and i know so much… trust me, y/n- I did not learn this by myself. I will teach you how to protect yourself…. How to get rid of these dark vengeful spirits… demons… everything… you don’t have to worry.” You kept your eyes on the pendulum just as he had asked you to “we must go back… to find her… the one who carved this very board and spilt the blood onto it… we must go back.” You slowly looked at him your brows furrowing “girls dancing around a fire…” those words struck the man his brows arching in an alarmed nature “pardon?” “Girls. Dancing around a fire… I’ve seen them… in my dream… in my vision.. in my head.” His hand slowly lowered as he listened to you the pendulum dropping to rest in his lap “you mean that?” You nodded staring and he tried to see whether you were lying but he saw nothing but the truth… he still seemed alarm and you didn’t understand why

“You’re in danger, y/n. More danger than I could’ve ever expected. I need to cleanse you. I must give you a bottle of holy water. You will need it I—“ “no.” That one single word silenced the man your eyes growing darker, angrier, Alexander’s lips parting but instead of seeming afraid he seemed entranced “no? Why?” He asked and you glared at him shaking your head “do you not want to tell me?” You shook your head again “why not?” But he only received another shake of the head “tell me.” He whispered staring deep into your soul as if trying to capture you completely, Chris was breathing more heavily more anxious more fear driven “Alexander what is going on?” He asked worriedly the man soon looking at Chris a smile on his lips “I did it.” Chris blinked confused “did what?”

“This isn’t y/n we’re talking to.” He shook his head, Chris’ breath catching in his throat “Beelzlebub if this is you… show me. Don’t be afraid.” He spoke Chris growing angry and fearful all at once “what the hell man?! You’re meant to help-“ “calm. down. You don’t want to hurt her now do you?” Chris stared in horror but slowly fell silent as he tried to calm down Alexander turning to look at you again, your eyes were almost pitch black your head lulling down, eyes looking at him angrily- looking at him like a snake would, angry… poisonous slap him a more vulgar voice demanded and soon enough your hand was raising and your palm was connecting against his cheek, knocking the man’s glasses off as they fell onto the floor not quite alarming the man but rather catching him off guard. He fumbled to pick up his glasses again “good… good.” He smiled Chris staring at Alexander in total horror… he was batshit crazy! This was irreversible. He had heard the horror stories…. The stories… people getting possessed and not coming back… he had heard them… stories of witches… stories of many many other things and he didn’t want you to just become another story… but this wasn’t just a story- no- this was far worse… this was a hellish nightmare. A hellish reality. And he couldn’t do anything to stop it…. Or could he? Who knows.

That was like the shittiest ending ever I know but my ideas ran scarce… kinda… besides I already know this is gonna be bad so why not make it worse LMAO. Anyways I can now finally stop simping for a character I’ve only seen for about three seconds. Goodnight and goodbye. Send help. 😃

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comfort-person · 10 months

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Don’t you call him baby

Request: hi! I’ve been obsessed with the song ‘cherry’ lately and was wondering whether you could write something about it? I’m so hyper fixed on it and AH I just need something smutty and angsty if possible? Thank you!!

A/n: I haven’t mentioned it but I went for a job interview and I got the job!! Hooray!

Minors please do not interact

Warnings: smut, exes, toxicity, mention of arguments, angst… jealous Harry. Protective Harry. Dominant Harry. Degrading/ praise. Cheating kinda? Rough… as well. Very sexual scenes. (Make up sex pretty much) if this isn’t your thing/ it makes you uncomfortable please scroll past. But if you read and are easily effected by some strong/ tense scenes please read at your own discretion. Much love, A. x

Harry styles x fem! Reader

Inspirations from cherry:

Don’t you call him baby

Did you know I still talk to them?

“How is she?” His voice cut through the silence, Harry had decided to meet up with one of your closest friends. It took a lot to convince her but she eventually gave in to his constant requests of knowing how you were doing. Noa sat opposite Harry her chin resting on her knuckles as she gazed at him “harry I know you care about her… but y/n wants to move on. It’s time to move on.” She spoke calmly and sensibly. She never got involved between drama or toxic relationships but you had been constantly stressing over the fact that Harry was so bluntly concerned about you. You hated it. In fact you despised him and wished he would go and find a new girl to date… but Harry didn’t want that. He didn’t want a new girl. He wanted you. “I know, Noa.” He muttered to her his hands rubbing against each other slightly before he sighed “is she okay though? In herself? I haven’t seen her in a while…”

Noa stared at the man, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe he only wanted the best for you. “She’s okay.” She nodded her head smiling, “she’s happier.” Those words tore him apart, selfishly so, you were happier without him? That alone was difficult to comprehend yet he forced a smile “that’s good.” Noa nodded her head “yeah… she misses you though. I’m sure you both miss each other. But she’s moved on… and you have to as well.” Harry should’ve listened- but those words but she’s moved on made his heart plummet. What did she mean by that? Did you have a new boyfriend? Someone who made you happier than ever? Was Harry truly not enough for you? He felt jealousy creeping up within him yet on his perfectly sculpted face was nothing but calmness. But under that was a storm brewing.. messy and huge. “She’s got a boyfriend?” He soon asked gawking at her and Noa gazed at him, clearly not wanting to discuss anymore and Harry quickly cut her off before she could’ve said anything else:

“You know what. Never mind… I’m sorry it’s none of my business.” he smiled falsely before shaking his head “it was nice meeting up with you again. We’ll have to do it some other time… yeah?” Or in better words- we’ll meet up to talk about y/n more. Harry didn’t like to admit it but he was a tad bit crazy. But in a way that he adored you and loved you… so much so no one else could love you the way he loved you… he was frankly obsessed with you. You were the one who made him happiest. The one to make his whole world light up around him… you dragged him out of the darkest pits of hell and saved him. You both had history with each other and that was clear. He missed you. It angered him that you had moved on so quickly but he had decided then and there that he wasn’t going to let you live that down… he would make you realise all over again just how much you missed him… all of him.

And so that’s exactly how it played out. Harry still had a key to your apartment from when you were together and so he allowed himself in before situating himself on your bed laying against the headboard as he simply awaited for you to stumble upon him. He wasn’t sure how you would react… maybe scream at him? Hit him? Punch him? But he found himself praying that you would kiss him and tell him you loved him still. But love wasn’t that easy now was it? He was a jealous man but he refused to see his jealousy. You didn’t even split from each other because of anything horrible like cheating or whatever- it was just a dumb argument. But seeing it now it was incredibly stupid and if Harry could’ve turned back time then he would’ve. All he wanted for you was for you to be happy.

About twenty minutes passed, you had just finished up a small date with your new boyfriend. You loved him. You truly did. But he wasn’t Harry. You missed Harry terribly, neither of you spoke to each other and every day you found yourself wanting him more and more. You missed the smell of his cologne, the way he would run his fingers through your hair… you just missed him. A soft sigh left your lips your key held in your hand as you slowly pushed the key into the keyhole before unlocking the door and opening it. You shrugged your jacket off, hanging it up and locking the front door before heading straight for your bedroom. You were tired and just wanted to sleep… but you missed Harry. Sleep usually helped ease your mind but no matter what it would always be difficult. You were craving his love, his attention, his touch… all of him. But that was so wrong, wasn’t it? You slowly walked into your room before freezing at the sight your eyes widening, lips slightly parting as you stared at the man on your bed. The man you still adored. You blinked, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “Hi,” he spoke with a smile but you just stared unable to react before eventually you shook your head “Harry you need to leave.” You murmured softly but the way his eyes travelled up and down your body subtly made your heart flip upside down your breath catching in your throat. “You want me to leave?” He asked raising his brows slightly “Harry please…” he slowly stood up from the bed as he walked towards you “you’re just saying that.” He murmured gently his eyes searching yours that had a look of need, urgency and fire in them “I know you. I love you. I want you.” Your lips remained parted and you stared at him in shock… he wanted you? What did he mean by that? “What do-“ “I mean I really… really want you.” The look in his green eyes told you it all, your wide doe like eyes widening even further before you shook your head lightly “I can’t Harry. I’ve got a boyfriend…” you spoke quietly and the man smiled slightly “I’m aware of that, sweetheart…” but before you could’ve even asked how he knew he was already talking again “he doesn’t give you what you need, does he? He doesn’t fuck you long and hard right? He doesn’t grab you by the throat and tell you who you belong to. Does he?” His eyes bored into yours your breathing now more frantic, your stomach fluttering dangerously before his slender ring adorned fingers reached up gently grabbing a hold of your chin before he leaned in looking more deep into your eyes “does he?” You blinked your eyes, breathing faster now before you shook your head an accomplished smirk forming on those pretty lips of his, “do you want that? Do you need that? Hm you pretty thing?” And you found yourself nodding frantically feeling butterflies travel elsewhere throughout your entire body, some fluttering down straight into your already throbbing heat, eyes wide as you clenched your thighs together attempting to be subtle about it whilst also attempting to add enough pressure to take the edge off of it.

“Good thing I’m here then” he spoke smiling before he pulled you in roughly his lips colliding with yours in a hot passionate kiss, the kisses were slightly sloppy, your hands resting against the sides of his neck as he soon wrapped his arms around your waist gripping onto you tightly, his fingers soon sliding underneath your T-shirt which he soon slid up your body before discarding it on the floor, which were then followed by your jeans his hands gliding up and down your body skilfully, creating all those little goosebumps which had your knees weak, his lips remained connected to yours before he trailed the sloppy kisses down to your neck leaving open mouthed kisses against your soft skin before he pulled away gazing into your eyes “get on the bed. Get comfortable.” Those words alone had another flurry of butterflies consume your stomach and you rather quickly got onto the bed, backing up until your back was against the headboard your hungry eyes remaining on his “good girl, I see you can follow orders hm?” See how long that lasts… your eyes remained on him trying to guess what he was going to do next but you watched as he remained standing still, hands lightly crossed over his chest his eyes scanning shamelessly all over you watching how your chest raised and fell so angelically whereas your thighs clenched together so incredibly tightly. He didn’t speak, allowing you to listen to your heavy breathing and indefinitely the sound of your heart racing in your ears. He found it adorable how your cheeks were already flushed…. He hadn’t even started and you were already a mess. “Oh my poor pathetic baby, hm?” A soft chuckle left his lips before he walked closer to the bed until his knees were touching against the end of it “reach down.” He demanded you feigning a slight confused look. “Don’t be stupid, darling. Use that pretty head of yours… you know what I’m asking of you.” You remained still. Eyes on him your breathing increasing all over again before he smirked “fine. Play with yourself.” Those words made your eyes widen, but your hand, like it was being controlled by a puppeteer slowly crept down, your hand moving your panties to the side your fingers immediately getting to work. You were already soaked… embarrassingly so. Your head lightly tilted backwards, lips parting as a low gasp left your lips your fingers gliding teasingly up and down, before one started circling around your clit a whimper leaving your lips.

Harry’s hungry eyes remained on you, watching as you played for him, watching with careful eyes. Listening to your reactions… “mhm just like that sweetheart. Just like that.” He spoke softly his lips parted as he just watched you play for him. “You sensitive baby?” His tone was accusing, your brows furrowed slightly as you were too lost in your own pleasure. Usually your fingers didn’t help you whatsoever but with Harry just watching it made the moment more intense. More insane. Incredibly hot. You didn’t respond, making the man tilt his head to the side “hm? Is that a no? Darling you know that I know you. You cant fool me…” he watched your brows furrow deeper and deeper and he smirked before slowly walking round to the edge of the bed where his large hand soon wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from toying with yourself before he used two of his fingers to drag up and down your slit, your hips jolting and he smirked cockily staring down at you, your eyes glossy from the ceasing of pleasure “you are sensitive” he analysed gently before chuckling gently “how many times?” His tone was dangerous and your lower lip trembled “I-I don’t know…” you whispered softly and he stared deeply into your eyes “so you played with yourself… yesterday? Did you?” Your cheeks became flushed again and he chuckled “darling don’t go shy on me. It’s okay if you did…” his tone was so comforting but you knew him as much as he knew you. “I did… but…” you paused and he raised a brow “but?” He trailed off and you studied his eyes “I played whilst thinking of you.”

Those words stunned the man yet they also turned him on that much more the bulge in his jeans larger, making his jeans more uncomfortable. “Jesus Christ baby…” he whispered before he abruptly and without warning grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed so your hips were dangling off of the edge before he helped pull your panties off his knees soon buckling as he knelt down, pulling your legs to rest over his shoulders arms locking around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer “don’t you dare close your eyes. Look at me. Got it?” You nodded your head furiously, feeling his breath fan against your sopping cunt “verbal sweetheart c’mon” he cooed out and you whimpered “yes.. yes!” He smiled large hands gripping onto your thighs before he lowered his mouth down to your aching core “what a good girl hm?” He spoke, before his licked a stripe up your slit a low groan leaving his lips before his lips wrapped around your clit, tongue starting to flick mercilessly against it as he began sucking against it slightly your head tilting backwards in awed making the man you dream about slap your thigh slightly reminding you to keep your eyes on him- your eyes locking with his as he stared deeply into your soul. Whilst doing that, his fingers paid close attention to the hole that clenched around nothing before his slid one of his fingers in beginning to thrust in and out slowly and carefully, your eyes squeezing shut “y/n…” he growled out sending vibrations throughout you and you moaned out, yet your head flew forwards eyes locking with his again, a second finger being eased in, his fingers thrusting in and out steadily and slowly- curling ever so slightly hitting that spot within you making your back arch slightly from the fact that you had been so touch starved recently and you were now getting what you wanted. Exactly what you wanted. His eyes pierced into your own and you panted, he felt the way you clenched around him and instantly quickened his pace soft whines leaving your lips “louder” he demanded, your whimpers turning into loud moans as your hips attempting to buck up into his mouth and fingers yet from the grip he hand on your thighs you stood no chance.

“h-harry I-I’m gonna-“ you felt the coil tighten to the point you knew it was inevitably going to break, but all that came to a agonisingly teasing halt as Harry stopped. Your desperate body writhing, attempting to get more of his touch. “Ah ah… you don’t get to cum. Not just yet.” His eyes bored into yours and he smirked your flushed face contorted with need, before a little chuckle left his lips “tell me why you want to? Why you deserve to, hm?” Your eyes glared into his hungrily that soft smirk on his perfectly sculpted face “i-I’ve been good… i- I just need you…” you whined out in that whiny voice that he loved so much, his head soon tilting wanting to hear more of it “and? Come on baby, sooner you get it over with sooner I can make you feel good…” he was so arrogantly calm about it all, yet under all of that facade he was wanting to fuck you hard. You breathed heavily, panting, eyes squeezing shut as moans of need left your lips before you panted out a very soft: “I love you…”

And that was all he needed to hear before he tapped your thigh three times with his index finger, asking for you to move, and so you did- laying on your back on the bed. You watched as he took his belt off, his clothes being discarded hurriedly but rather lazily all at the same time your mouth practically watering at the sight of him before he clambered on top of you, lips smashing against yours, your lips moulding with his- connecting like the last piece of a puzzle before he aligned his cock with you before he thrusted in, your eyes instantly rolling to the back of your head, your legs locking around his waist- nails digging into his back as you panted heavily “fuck fuck fuck” you whined out, soft grunts leaving his lips his face buried slightly into the crook of your neck his hair a mess making him look that much more hot “feel so good” you spoke breathing heavily as he found a perfect rhythm the only sounds being a mixture of both of your moans and skin slapping against skin. He left kisses against your neck, hickeys being littered all over your warm silky skin. “Don’t call him baby again… don’t… don’t…” he spoke through slight grunts “do you understand me? Don’t want you seeing him again.” His tone was dangerous, possessive and needful, you nodded your head weakly your walls clenching desperately around him your nails scratching into his back “good girl. Good girl.”

“Who makes you feel this good?” “You do Harry…” your voice was pathetically weak from the pleasure rocketing throughout you and soon enough that coil was tightening all over again, his thrusts had become more sloppy and his moans were growing louder. His lips connected with yours, his head slightly pulling back making a string of saliva pull from both of your lips before snapping as he kissed you again “cum…” he groaned out against your lips and just like that the euphoria wrapped around both you and him your moans being muffled by his lips, his loud moans soon too being muffled as he dug his teeth into your shoulder, his thrusts continuing- helping you through your high before he stopped, body slumped against yours, heart to heart- bodies hot and sweaty your lips slightly swollen from how hard and rough he had kissed them but you didn’t care… the pleasure didn’t stop. It was continuous. But you loved it…

His green eyes soon met yours and you smiled lazily up at him his hand soon cupping against your cheek “love you so much” he muttered softly and you smiled pressing a gentle kiss to his lips “love you too…” your eyes searched his before he kissed you again “missed you.” He murmured softly and to say those words were highly reciprocated was an understatement. You both missed each other terribly… and finally… you were back together again. Finally.

Literally my first time writing long smut so please excuse how terrible it is😭 hope you liked it! Anyways if you’d all like a part two or another smutty story then lmk! Or just send in a request! All the love always, Amber x

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comfort-person · 10 months

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Tender love

Request: hi Amber, I was wondering whether you could write something comforting about Harry please? I’ve been struggling with my body image lately because I feel that I’ve put on too much weight and I’m just anxious and uncomfortable about myself and my body. But maybe a imagine could help? Your writing always helps so if you could it would be greatly appreciated.

A/N: hello lovely, thank you for this sweet request and your sweet words. I understand how difficulty body image is, I hope this brings you some comfort, although it might be hard treat yourself with kindness and respect. You deserve it. Don’t be so harsh on yourself. We’re all beautiful. Love yourself. All the love, Amber x

Trigger warnings: self hate/ body imagine issues. If you’re struggling with it please reach out, my DM’s are open. Feel free to message if you ever need someone to support you(:

Pairings: Harry styles x plus size fem! Reader

“Out with it,”

Harry’s voice cut through the silence of the movie, the credits rolling, your tired anxious eyes slowly moving to look at the man who you loved dearly “what?” Your voice was quiet, his green eyes piercing into your softer ones “somethings up. C’mon. Out with it. Tell me.” He spoke his tone worried as he studied you and you stared at him for a while before slowly looking away.

“Hey,” he gently reached out touching your cheek with his fingertips gently coaxing you to look at him again your now teary eyes focused on him and he offered an incredibly gentle smile “you can talk to me, love.” Your eyes searched his and he kept a soft gentle look on his face “it’s embarrassing though,” he gently shook his head “thats okay… that’s okay, darling. Embarrassing is okay. Talk to me.” He didn’t want to pressure you, of course he didn’t, but he knew if you didn’t talk soon enough you would end up bottling it all up until it became an overwhelming storm of emotions. He gently got closer to you his arm wrapping around your shoulders “you can tell me. You know you can.” He soothed lovingly watching as your eyes slowly met with his again before you sniffled leaning your head to rest against his chest feeling the soft thumping of his heart aching your head, the silence that engulfed the both of you was deafening, the type of silence when you get called out by the teacher in a room full of students and you don’t know the answer. All the students waiting to pry on every single one of your answers… but thankfully this time wasn’t that case… harry simply wanted to hear your issues just so he could take care of you. And finally, you spoke, “I’m ugly” those words alarmed the man his brows furrowing deeply “ugly? What do you mean by that?” He asked concerned “I’m just ugly… too ugly for you..-“ “ah ah… no… we don’t talk like that.” He gently held your cheek in his hand “we don’t talk like that y/n. We don’t talk down about ourselves…” he shook his head in disapproval “that’s nonsense, my love. Absolute nonsense.” He held you closer, trying to bring you comfort yet instead it made the tears clinging onto your eyelashes pour down your cheeks your shoulders jerking as soft sobs left your lips,

“Hey.. hey.. shhh. I’ve got you… I’ve got you.” His hand cupped the back of your head as he slowly rocked you back and forth in his embrace “where is this all coming from, hm?” He asked delicately his touch tender and caring. “Because-because I’m fat… I-I’m too big for you… I hate the way I look… I-I-I’m not good enough for you.” Those words alarmed Harry, his brows arching in pure disbelief and he pulled back to look at you, watching the tears trail down your cheeks “no. Y/n… no… look at me.” You slowly looked at him his face blurry from all the tears that stained your eyes “you’re perfect. In every single way. And I’m not just saying that… as soon as I laid my eyes on you I fell for you. For all of you. Those models on Instagram and on magazines and other websites and social media… they’re edited. Photoshopped. Sure some are real, but many are fake…” this man knew you like the back of his hand and you hated it but also loved it all at once. You didn’t even need to express the fact that social media had been playing on your mind, he already knew, it made him want to wrap you up in a blanket and protect you forever… “besides you can be a better model than them. Any day.” His voice was loving and caring and you smiled weakly “you’re just saying that…” you muttered and he raised his brows “No I am not just “saying that” I’m telling you the truth. You’re gorgeous. Inside out. I fell for you… you. Your personality. Your kindness. Not just your body… I love all of you. Like you love all of me. I love every single part of you… I adore you, y/n… you’re perfect and I will happily kiss every inch of you if it makes you believe me.” A blush formed on your cheeks and he smiled cheekily “I’m not bluffing. I will.” He spoke and you giggled the tear stains on your cheeks painting a picture of the pain you still held. Of course you had your good days and your bad days- good days being you adored how you looked, but on bad days you hated every single thing about yourself. About your existence.

“I don’t believe you.” You spoke teasingly, Harry’s brows raising before he chuckled “alrighty. I guess I’ll have to prove it to you then hm?” He spoke before he abruptly yet very gently pushed you down onto the couch so you were laying down against it, and he hovered just above you, his lips connecting with yours, locking with yours in an instant before he kissed down your cheek and to your neck, before he began trailing kisses down your body, his kisses soon stopping at your belly and he lightly lifted your T-shirt as he began peppering kisses all over your belly- soft squeals leaving your lips and you laughed pushing him away “nooo, it tickles!” He grinned up at you before kissing all the way back up to your face where he began kissing all over your face making you feel loved, giving you all the tender love possible before he planted a kiss onto your lips “I adore you and only you… do you believe me now?” A soft smile was on your lips and you nodded gently, you were a sweet sweet creature and he loved you more than words could describe. You gently cupped his cheek, kissing him again, melting into his lips and he smiled before you very teasingly and flirtatiously muttered: “thought you said you’d kiss every inch of me…”

The look he gave you said enough and he smirked before rolling his eyes playfully “that’s my girl…” he then chuckled lifting you up into his embrace as he carried you into your shared bedroom… oh how he was going to show you just how much you meant to him… he wouldn’t let you forget how he loved you. He’d make sure the negativity got released from your pretty head and instead got replaced with positivity… he was going to make sure you knew just how loved you truly were.

A/N: be kind to yourself. You matter.

Choose love. Give love. Give yourself some kindness. You matter. Much love, Amber x

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Request: hi!! This is probably super weird but can you do more Jamie/ Henry/ Vecna/ Jamie characters.. like Jace too as well maybe? Idk if that’s your vibe but I’d adore it if you wrote more Jamie stuff pls! Tysm lovieee, have a good day!

A/N: thank you for the request!! Not weird at all lovely! I fucking love writing Jamie characters like AH so I’ll totally try doing some more, although I can’t promise that the characterisation will be great but hey ho. I hope this is okay! I’m attempting to not recycle ideas over and over so here’s a better version of something I’ve tried to write before… but shorter? Sorry LMAO, I’ve had like no motivation to write lately so that’s why it’s died down a lot… but… I hope this works? Much love, Amber xx

Trigger warnings: mention of blood, bodies, kinda fucked up things… it’s the laboratory we’re talking about so I’m sure you know how fucked up that place it… but still- just a warning- read at your own discretion!

“Come,”

The man’s voice echoed through the tunnels, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist as he practically dragged you with him. How did you get into this situation? Well… it was a lot to process. A massacre had occurred in Hawkins Laboratory. The few remaining doctors, and some orderlies, dressed in white scurried around- yelling at each other, whereas armed guards were searching the premise for the two escapees: Henry creel and Y/n Y/l/n or as everyone else knew you: 001 and 002. Two very dangerous individuals who were capable of mass murder. “One… we’re in danger.” Your shaky voice whispered out to him and his eyes flicked down to you, eyes dangerous pools of blue. The eyes that held so much trauma- hurt… absolute agony. Both of you had known such pain and it wasn’t fair. On either of you. Brenner had inflicted an impossibly cruel amount of pain onto you both… and to think he promised to take care of you. What a lie.

“Where are we supposed to-“ the man abruptly stopped, turning to look at you, you nearly plummeting straight into his chest but his large hands resting upon your shoulders forced you to come to an abrupt stop “two, do you trust me?” He stared deeply into your eyes his brows slightly furrowed but in the subtlest of ways the crease between both brows proving his concern for the situation but he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t worried. He was determined to get you both out of there… Brenner had stolen your lives away from you… ripping it away in such a cruel manner. Brainwashing you all. But that came to a stop now… Brenner wouldn’t be able to do that ever again. Or so henry hoped. You gawked at him unable to quite process his words “two I need an answer. Verbal. Do. You. Trust… me?” His eyes were intimidating, like a wild animal awaiting to pounce on its prey… but he just wanted to make sure he had made the right decision on you. Slowly your head began to nod, before a soft “yes.” Left your lips and the smallest and most subtlest of smiles tugged at his lips, the corners of his mouth quirking up, before he nodded “good.”

And then the both of your were off, once again, sprinting down the similar corridors. Over and over again. They were never ending… his long legs practically made it impossible for you to keep up, his grip on you tight so much so it stung slightly but it had nothing but good intentions: he wasn’t letting you fall behind. “We’re nearly there y/n. Nearly there.” The blonde assured and you nodded not uttering a word for your lungs were trying to focus on breathing all until that fear that once remained hidden started to creep up little by little, voices shouting, you made a split decision that you certainly regretted- you took a glance over your shoulder seeing about six guards, flashlights flicking up and down from how they were running and your eyes instantly widened in fear, your breath catching in your throat “come! We need to leave! Come!” Henry’s voice wavered slightly as he raised his voice at you, and you began sprinting, the guards yelling your names… or well- names was a joke- more like numbers. Because to them you were both nothing more than stupid numbers… how pathetically stupid. His breathing was heavy as he ran with you, his hand now on the middle of your back, forcing you to run faster- run in front of him so nothing could happen to you. It wasn’t something he showed often but it was care. Some type of care.

You both ran for your lives, running and running until eventually you both tumbled out of two double doors that lead to the darkness outside. The air was cold and winter-y, smelling of freshly fallen rain. “C’mon. We can’t stop.” He urged and you nodded immediately rushing in the direction of the woods that surrounded the laboratory. You wanted to try and take everything in but you physically couldn’t… it was all so much… your eyes were wide. Like a deer caught in headlights, you didn’t know how the hell to react. But then your eyes scanned along the grass and to multiple body bags that held one or more children… your stomach churned… they were already clearing out the bodies? Tears gleamed in your eyes and your breath hitched. Why did you care for them still? After all this time? You wished you knew… but you didn’t… it was uselessly pathetic. Your fearful eyes stared at the bodies of the lifeless children “two, we need to go.” His voice growled out clearly trying to stay quiet but you were stuck in a trance… they were only kids… they didn’t deserve it… Henry was desperate to leave but he also attempted to see why you were so effected. Sure it was traumatic… but they shouldn’t of mattered to you. He saw how they corrupted you. How they hurt you…. Why did you even give a damn? None of your tears should’ve been shed over them. You didn’t care for them, no, the care was simply all in your head. Nothing more nothing less. “They’re dead….” Your voice was strained, full of agony, “I know. Don’t look. They don’t matter.” His tone disregarded your emotions, there wasn’t any point in getting emotionally attached to dead people… they were gone. Time couldn’t be rewound. “Two,” his voice for your attention and you looked at him “you trust me… right?” There was that question again, even if he didn’t realise it, he was manipulating you. Manipulating you into going with him… into not caring. It was cruel. But he was saving you. He had saved you. He wasn’t letting you screw this up…

“I-“ “I know you do, 002. That’s why we’re leaving. Now. Come on.” He demanded guards shouting becoming clear and he nudged you forward as the two of you began rushing into the woods “where are we going to go?” You asked quietly but he didn’t respond, he just stayed quiet as you both tore through the woods attempting to find safety but safety didn’t exist. Safety was within the laboratory but Henry and you knew that wasn’t the truth… sure it had been beaten into your weary minds each and every day, suffering dark torture daily, but you both knew better than to trust the cruel man. Was this the beginning of the end? Was this finally when the pain would stop? You hoped so… and so the two fugitives walked for miles. Walking for minutes. Minutes that slowly turned into hours… and soon enough the darkness began to fade, the hue of the sunlight gleaming in the empty lifeless sky…. No birds flew… no nothing… it was simply a blue sky which reflected Henry’s eyes perfectly, his eyes were no longer a raging storm no…. His eyes were calm, empty, numb, peaceful… maybe his pain would stop now? But he knew that not to be true… they could pray and hope that everything would work out in the end but realistically it wouldn’t… because of one simple factor: two broken people couldn’t fix each other. If anything they made each other bleed further and that wasn’t good… but he had chosen to take you. To allow you to have freedom. Why he had spared your life he wasn’t sure… maybe it was for his own needs. Maybe he was greedy. Power hungry. Maybe he did want that power he never had. But now he had all the power in the world. He saw the courage in you. How capable you were. He wanted to use that… maybe it was ill intention but strength of two “freaks” so to speak was unmatchable. He wanted Brenner dead as much as you wanted him dead… and you both would kill him. Maybe not today… or tomorrow… or next week… but whenever it would happen it would be worth it.

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Soon enough your legs were burning, your chest too, your lungs practically grasping on for dear life. “We’ve got to be careful. Cautious. Understood?” You nodded, following after him, as the both of you entered a rundown motel. It didn’t seem to be occupied at all. In fact it was completely empty. No one on the front desk… he had hit the jackpot but all at the same time that doubt haunted you both. What if it was nothing but a trap? You watched him grab a random key “second floor.” He muttered, and you nodded, you didn’t know why he had chosen the second floor but he did. He was being tactical. Clever… if they came searching they’d searching bottom to top. It would give you and Henry time to form an escape plan.

You wandered silently with him, until eventually coming to the room, watching him open the door- holding it open for you. There were two separate beds, small and tiny, but you didn’t care. You situated yourself on one of the beds before you laid down knowing you had to be rested… no words were spoken for a while. There wasn’t much to talk about. Sure you were overthinking and so was he but neither of you saw a reason to share that… “henry?” You muttered out… you didn’t hear any response yet you felt his piercing gaze on you, he was awaiting your next words, watching you “why didn’t you kill me?” The man was slightly taken aback by your words but his face barely flinched as he soon answered calmly “because you have potential.” Those words although good made your heart sink as you began to overthink his words… he hadn’t killed you simply because of your potential… your potential in killing. He knew what you could do… he wanted to see how much stronger you could get… but it left a bad taste in your mouth… was he using you? Was that it? He only made you leave with him just so he could use you? You stared at him eyes full of questions yet no question left your lips, instead a simple “okay” fell from your mouth before you turned over, back facing him and he found himself just staring at your back… the silence was comfortable yet a tension lingered in the air, like a thick thunder cloud… but you saw your worth. You were a number… simple… you were only still breathing just so you could be used… how dehumanising…

Part two coming soon x

Excuse how lame that ending was, it’s 2:26 in the morning and I need to be up at 5 so just take this… I hope it’s okay ahhaha, thank you for the request! Love you all x

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Come with me, and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination

Synopsis: y/n used to reside within Hawkins lab, until the massacre… she was the one whom watched eleven send Henry into the upside down but she is constantly tormented by her demons… the ones inside her head… how could she betray Henry like that? Well the reader comes across a very familiar person… but he isn’t all that he seems. (A very horror-y aspect to it all)

Trigger warnings: attempted killing, gore, blood, violence, psychotic 001, psychotic vecna, food talk, death, all that stuff. If you’re sensitive to this then please read at your own discretion.

A/N: Yes I’m obsessed with this man but… how can I not be? I mean cmon look at him😩🫶🏻 and yes I’d also join him… I in fact volunteer as tribute.

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The lab was always a nightmare. In the past, present and future. It would always haunt you. It was the type of memory that was certain to leave a bad taste in your mouth. It was awful to say the least. But it wasn’t just that… no… it was more than that. It was Henry- you remember the day like it was yesterday,

Your body stood rigid eyes full of fear as you watched how el threw him against the wall, the edges of the wall beginning to crack and fly off like dust as Henry’s body began to melt into the wall… melting like he wasn’t a human. Melting in such a terrifying inhuman way. You wanted to help but you couldn’t, he had killed your and elevens friends. Even if those friends did bully you relentlessly it didn’t give him any rights to hurt them. They were just children. The way Henry screamed in pain begging for your help looking you dead in the eye as he begged for you to do something… but you didn’t. You just stood there hands by your sides, clenched into fists as you breathed heavily. The wall sucked him in as he flew out of sight, his screams being heard for the next few seconds until the wall quite literally sealed shut as if nothing had happened “we’ve got to go, come on,” eleven spoke grabbing your wrist as she pulled you towards the door “we need to find safety. Come on. We aren’t welcome here anymore, the bad men are after us. Come on y/n.” Her voice desperate, and you simply went along with it… head empty… brain thoughtless… your body going into autopilot. You had really just betrayed the man who helped you with everything. You felt guilty as anything but knew it was for the best, right?

-a few years later-

“You’re such a dingus oh my god!” Robin burst out laughing as she shoved Steve who was shoving as much banana into his mouth as he possibly could, you watched on slightly disgusted.“Cmonitsaworldrecordformostbananainthemouthright?” Steve spoke in such a way no one understood him. You groaned out rolling your eyes “that’s so gross Steve! Eat with your mouth closed!” You almost begged making him roll his eyes at you but he listened silently eating the rest of the banana which was all mushed up in his mouth, and once the banana was all gone he looked at both you and Robin “tough crowd huh?” He asked purposely opening another banana much to robins disgust, watching as Steve took another huge bite of the banana smiling widely at both you and Robin to try and torment you and you grimaced “no, you’re just disgusting..” robin continued as she and Steve continued bickering about whether scoffing a banana down was gross or not “at least I didn’t swallow it whole! Would you of rather me deep throat it-“ “what the fuck Steve that’s rancid!” Their argument went on back and forth but you weren’t focusing eyes locked onto the fact that there was a figure standing in the doorway your eyes squinting trying to figure out who was there “I’ll be back in a second guys,” you spoke standing up not even being acknowledged by the arguing teens…

You walked out into the hallway but no one was there, your brows furrowed as you gulped slightly. Weird things always happened in Hawkins but especially since two weeks ago… you started having more frequent dreams about the lab. About the horror that consumed your every day life in the lab it simply just wouldn’t go away. “Dustin?” You asked nervously eyes flicking back and forth “I swear to god if you and your dumb friends are playing a prank on me I will not be happy…” your voice unbeknownst to you had gone from being shaky to being echo-y as if you were in a endless tunnel. “Dustin stop this right now! I swear to god if you and your silly friends don’t come out right now I-“

click click click click tick tock tick tock tick tock

Your breath hitched a chime soon following the ticking and you soon found that there was cobwebs everywhere, dust as well, there was absolutely no human touch to it anymore as if no one had been here in decades. You spun around looking around for somewhere to run, but everywhere was boarded up… what the fuck? You quickly darted towards the front door as you heard the chimes getting closer and closer to you. You began pulling and yanking at the handle of the door not stopping until you had quite literally fallen over from pulling so hard, pulling the door handle off as well “classic! What the actual fuck” you spat out quickly forcing yourself to stand before you looked back towards the door… or well… where the door was. There was no door there anymore there was only vines that caressed the edges of the door as if waiting for an unsuspecting victim to cross its path, you let out a shaky breath unsure on what to do exactly before a sudden scream grabbed your attention,

“Y/n!!! Please! Please! Help me! I-I’m stuck! I cant get out! Y/n!!” The voice was scarily close to Eddie’s and you immediately without even thinking about it sprinted out of the front door, running to where the voice was coming from but the closer you got the further away it became his screams only growing louder and louder, screaming your name for mercy as tears stung your vision and you weren’t quite sure whether it was because of the fear you felt or the wind piercing your vision but before you could think much more of that your body collided against another body, your body collapsing onto the ground as you panted “Eddie?” You squinted looking up “ouch, why wouldn’t you recognise me?” A different voice spoke the screams stopping “look who decided to finally join me,” his voice was soft and gentle a sincere smile on his lips “someones a sleepy head this morning,” it was as if he was reciting a script to torment you… his body still clothed in that white sterile outfit,

He then held his hand out for you to take his skin still soft looking, yet little almost invisible markings were on his skin… as if his skin wasn’t his but instead of recognising the red flags in this whole entire situation to carefully reached your hand out grabbing a hold of his as he pulled you up gently his blue eyes full of trauma and sadness before he slowly let go of your hand, a stray tear had trailed down your cheek and he was quick to capture it with the pad of his thumb turning his hand to face himself as he stared at the clear liquid staining his thumb “why do you cry?” He asked and you stared in silence “why don’t I cry?” You responded rhetorically making him tilt his head to the side as if questioning you before he dropped his hand back down by his side “there’s no need to cry… I’m the same person as I was…” he soothed but there was an undertone to his voice that told you, you couldn’t trust him. He then looked back into your eyes “the offer still stands.” He spoke, slender fingers reaching forward to gently caress against your cheek “join me,”

He spoke so softly so sincerely it was almost hard to not say yes to him but you knew… he had changed in ways that you didn’t want to experience. The chimes were still in the distance and you knew that most definitely was a pawn in his game. Just like you… you were nothing but a pawn in this fantasy of his. His eyes searched yours and yours did the exact same thing back to him before you shook your head “this shouldn’t be real life… it isn’t real life. You’re fake, Henry. Stop trying to get in my head.” You demanded making him pull back a frown forming on his face “I don’t understand why you would say such a thing. This is real life. Or maybe you’re fake. Who’s to say you aren’t dead.” He almost threatened you, gaslighting you in the most ridiculous way. You stared silently staring at him before letting out a soft laugh… “I love when you laugh” he spoke making your smile disappear in an instant. “This is real life, yes, but you… YOU. You aren’t real.” You spat out and just as Henry was about to twist those words on you again you cut him off “and I am real, one, realer than you… because if I was fake… then would I be able to do this?” And in one quick movement you threw your hand forward attempting to throw him but his large hand wrapped around your wrist turning your wrist in such a way that it caused you so much agony, your lips parting, shuttered breaths leaving your lips as you tried to pull away from him “ah, ah, ah… I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” His slender fingers curled further around your wrist tightening in such a painful way that your knees buckled beneath you as you began to kneel in agony until your knees touched the ground and he let go of your wrist

“I don’t want to hurt you,”

He shook his head along with his words before exhaling softly “but if I have to, I have to… okay?” His eyes remained on you but you didn’t respond watching how he tilted his head to the side staring at you “I’ll give you one last chance, y/n, join me.” He spoke as he crossed his arms over his chest, you breathed heavily cradling your wrist like a baby as you began automatically shaking your head but you feared what he would do to you if you didn’t and so your shaking head soon turned to nodding the smile that appeared on Henry’s lips being unrecognisable “that’s what I like to hear” he then slowly walked towards you as he helped you stand carefully “I just wanted to rule the world with you y/n, yet you and Eleven had to ruin it. Didn’t you?” He whispered gazing into your eyes, tears forming in your eyes “you’re just so guilty aren’t you? Pent up with so much guilt and regret for leaving the only person who could save you… isn’t that right…” you didn’t dare look into his eyes before he grasped onto your chin forcing you to look at him “isn’t it?” Your eyes searching his before you slowly nodded “yes.” You whispered out feeling completely weak against him,

“I’m sorry, Henry.” You whispered out and his eyes softened “don’t be. Be grateful we met again…. Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination, you’ll be happy with me. I promise. Those bad things that happen to the people you love… they won’t happen ever again. Now that you’re with me.” He whispered into your ear as he pulled you closer and closer until you were wrapped up in his embrace, the smell of him still lingering… he smelt of the lab… he smelt of everything wonderful: flowers, daisies, the cologne he always wore and just everything you loved… but that didn’t distract you from the fact that his human form, the clothes beneath your fingers seemed to melt into nothingness. You froze… you could feel the way something on him moved. It felt like some sort of sea creature or alien… or unearthed creature… and that’s when you noticed it… tentacles slithering up and down his body “Henry” you whispered out hands now resting against his chest trying to push him away “Henry I don’t like this” you spoke panicked your anxiety rising. “Henry stop this!” You yelled wriggling against his vice like grip “hush… y/n… hush… your suffering is about to come to an end… you said you wanted to join me… so you’ll join me.” He said his voice now totally demonic. It didn’t sound like him… it sounded like some sort of monster.

You continued struggling as you hit at his abdomen in hopes of getting out of his grip “struggling will make it worse” he spoke in such a horrific tone that it made you struggle worse and then that’s when you felt it… your sunglasses in your pocket, your knew it wouldn’t do much but it was something and so you reached into your pocket despair setting in as you desperately lifted your sunglasses above your head before penetrating the arm of the glasses straight into his eye his grip on your loosening as he doubled over his large left hand crushing your sunglasses into nothingness, your legs quickly carried you along the world full of debris your breathing heavy as you sprinted away from him but the further you got the closer to him you remained… it was horrifying. You looked over your shoulder seeing a large tentacle coming straight your way, it was vine like, as if he had control over nature and just as it was about to wrap around your ankle you jumped back watching as it curled around nothing,

“You can hide y/n but you can’t run forever… remember what papa said? The more energy you burn the harder it becomes… you stop now and this’ll be easy for you. I promise.”

He spoke tormenting you as you continued running not stopping, your chest ached eyes full of terrified tears. You ran towards Steve’s home that was completely boarded up again the door that once disappeared now replaced “no no no no oh my god” a soft scream left your lips as you banged on the door loudly “don’t ignore me sweetheart… you can’t ignore me… I won’t let you” he seethed out the sound of his voice now right by your ear and you tensed up “you betrayed me y/n… I won’t ever forgive you for that… but if you join me we can start that process of forgiveness. Cant we?” His nails stroked against your back before he turned you around to look at him “can’t we?” He asked tilting his head as he leaned his head forward eyes a darker shade of blue as he glared into your eyes expectantly, he watched as you sobbed, his head moving back as he took a slight step back a sudden softness overcoming him as he stared at you “or do you need a little longer to decide, hm?” He asked and your breath hitched trying to back into the doorway more as you watched how this figure of his seemed to shrink down into the real Henry a small smile on his lips “I can see you’re struggling. And that’s okay. You’ve got time…” a grandfather clock chimed just a few meters away before he gently grabbed a hold of your hand “not everything’s as it seems… I promise we’ll be happy together one day.” He spoke with a little smile eyes glowing with that warmth again before you sniffled looking at him “I’m sorry Henry.” You whispered and all he did was smile before pulling you close again holding you in such an angelic way that you immediately calmed down in his embrace… “don’t be. You’ll join me soon and realise that, that’s the best thing to do.” A smirk tugged at his lips as he closed his eyes keeping a hold of you….

‘Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you’ll see into your imagination… we’ll begin with a spin travelling in the word of my creation, what we’ll see will defy explanation,

If you want to view paradise simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it. Want to change the world? There’s nothing to it,

There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination living there you’ll be free if you truly wish to be…’

“Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination…” the voices were all of Henry’s, Steve’s, Eddie’s, robins… all those you loved but there was that deeper voice of that monster you didn’t wish to encounter again “y/n!” A voice yelled and you fell out of Henry’s arms watching as he smiled watching you fall through the door that was once again no longer there, his figure disappearing as you landed straight into Steve’s arms “Jesus christ! Thank god…” Steve stared down at you eyes full of worry “are you okay?” You then removed the headphones from your ears that were constantly playing the same lyrics over and over again your breath hitching as you stared up at Steve horror in your eyes “she looks exactly like max when she had that experience” Lucas spoke eyes full of worry and you realised your other friends had now appeared there… “what did you see y/n?” Max asked and you stared at her “a monster…” you whispered unsure of how to describe him or it. You didn’t even know… but you watched as everyone looked to each other… and in synchronisation they all spoke the same simple name…

“Vecna”

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Stronger than you believe

Request: hello! I was wondering whether you could do a story on Henry creel/001? I don’t really have much of an idea of what you could do but if it could be dark? Like maybe Henry helping the reader escape the lab after something happens? Thank you!

A/N: Omg Henry seriously has my heart. Absolutely! I hope this is what you were looking for. All the love, A xx

“You know you can do it…” his voice was soft and assuring as he looked at you, his slender fingers soothingly rubbing up and down your back your eyes focused fully on the empty can of coke sat on the table “I cant…” you whispered out “yes you can, y/n. You can.” Henry spoke confidently and you glared at the can, you had always struggled with your powers. Everyone else got it down so easily and you just struggled as if it was the hardest thing ever, as if you simply didn’t have any powers. You kept staring intently at the can breathing heavily, your hands trembling, the can starting to vibrate on the table “focus…” Henry whispered to you and you desperately tried to but the harder you tried the harder it became, your shoulders slumping as you fell back into the chair letting out a shaky breath “I seriously can’t one” you whined out and Henry, although wanting to convince you to try again knew you needed your strength and so simply nodded “okay. Don’t worry. You nearly got there… just need that slight more attention.” He assured as he flattened his palm against your back rubbing in soothing circles against your back trying to simply calm you down.

“Try her again” papa soon spoke up making Henry glance at the older man “but she’s tired she needs-“ “try her again.” Papa continued and Henry bit down on the inside of his cheek before nodding his head before turning back to you “you need to try again for me y/n… try your best… you can do this…” he whispered to you not wanting papa to be angry at you as he knew when papa didn’t see improvement in anyone he would expel of them or do even worse. You took a deep breath before narrowing your eyes as you glared at the can “you will do this y/n” papa spoke as he had took Henry’s position beside you, henry now stood up just behind you hands lightly folded in front of him as he watched silently. He wanted to stick up for you tell papa that you were struggling but papa wouldn’t care, if anything it would give him another reason to get rid of you and replace you. You clenched your jaw body starting to tremble as the crimson liquid began to trail out of your nose the more you tried, henry stayed silent watching as the can began to tremble but at the same pace of before, it just wasn’t going to work and Henry didn’t want you getting hurt or put in isolation and so Henry with ease rather quickly stuck his fingers out his hand remaining by his side hiding what he was doing before he did a twisting gesture watching as the can was crushed a delighted look forming on papas face “that’s my y/n… good job.” He stroked his hand over your forehead gently as he smiled at you “I’m so proud of you.” Papa whispered a soft smile on Henry’s lips his hands moving just behind his back as he watched, pride on his face, even if he had done it… he didn’t care. He wouldn’t take the credit for it because he knew he was there to help you. Not shame you. He was there to support you through it all.

“I know you did it” you whispered looking at Henry who was moving his chess piece across the board, he stayed silent lips remaining sealed as he simply hummed, eyes soon flicking to look at you “and it was worth it.” He said calmly and you gazed at him frustration lingering in your eyes “but…-“ “but nothing dear, I was helping you. Nothing more nothing less. We all need a helping hand sometimes.” He said simply. Henry craved safety outside of the lab, he wanted to escape… leave… but that just wasn’t plausible. “What would papa of done if I didn’t do it?” You soon asked making Henry freeze body tensing up slightly as he swallowed thickly, shaking his head, “that isn’t something to worry your head about.” He reminded calmly but you wanted to know. You needed to know… you gave him a silent look, remaining quiet- pain clear on your face. You had always felt safe in the lab but now you were aware that something more sinister was going on.

“Put you in isolation. Hurt you. Killed you. I don’t know.” He shook his head putting his head down, he couldn’t and wouldn’t let you get hurt. No way. “But papa wouldn’t do such a thing” you tried to deny it Henry’s reassuring eyes immediately telling you otherwise “he would. And you know it… you may not want to believe it. And that’s okay. I didn’t for a while, as well, not until he made the guards torture me for helping you when I wasn’t supposed to” he said and your eyes widened slightly “they hurt you?” You asked horrified and with a simple nod Henry remained silent, “No one’s safe in here. We’re all experiments. It’s been this way since I was young. We wake up… work… sleep… repeat. It’s a toxic cycle that won’t stop. And if you get killed then it really doesn’t matter, they can easily replace us. To them we’re all just numbers… look.” He paused knocking one of the chess pieces down “can you still play chess with one piece gone?” He asked looking at you expectantly, and you nodded your head “yeah… because there’s other pieces we can use.” You said as it started to settle in your mind wandering, breathing quickening slightly “we’re nothing to them y/n. We’re just numbers. Replaceable lab rats who have no point in life apart from being experimented on.” He said harshly but you knew it needed to be put to you in such a way that you would truly understand it. “I’m planning on leaving.” He whispered out eyes flicking to look at the cameras making sure they weren’t recording before he looked back down at you “join me?” He was planning on going alone but knowing what could happen to you without his supervision made him sick to the stomach. He needed to protect you.

And so later on that night once the lab went quiet you met Henry in the darkness, a small vent being the only thing you were capable of crawling through. “How will you go through?” You asked not wanting henry to leave you in anyway. “You need to go without me.” He urged but your eyes widened “no. No way. I’m not leaving without you.” You said and he stared at you silently eyes full of sadness “you have to. I promise I’ve got this handled.” You studied him confused “but you… you said you’d come with me.” You said watching as Henry easily manipulated the vents hatch to fall off, catching it in one of his large hands to stop any sound “I will. But you need to go first. Get out of here before it’s too late okay? I promise I’m going to be okay.” He then gently grabbed a hold of your hand bringing your hand up to his lips as he pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles “trust me on this okay?” You took a deep breath before nodding… you could trust him… right? “But what if you get hurt henry? I don’t want you getting hurt! What if-“ he gently cupped your face in his hands bringing one of his hands up to press a finger against his lips “shh… I won’t… trust me. Hush. Just trust me… please.” He soothed calmly thumbs gently rubbing against your cheeks to try and comfort and reassure you.

After a little bit more of coaxing from Henry you finally agreed…

You had crawled out of the vent and to the safety of outside, staying curled up in the shadows knees pulled to your chest as you tried to calm your breathing… trying to stay calm… trying to simply breathe and not panic. You heard gunfire and shouting from in the building but tried to keep breathing at a normal pace simply praying Henry would be okay. And after what felt like ages alarms began to blare and you watched a tall figure run out of the building… Henry… his hand grabbed onto yours as he dragged you along the path “are you okay?” He asked whilst running, but he was quiet nonetheless and you nodded your head, his fingers intertwined with yours as he continued dragging you through the woods, sounds of footsteps and yelling just behind you along with gunfire making you panic. You had betrayed everyone… papa… your friends… the staff… everyone and the more you thought about it the more weak you became. Your bottom lip began to tremble your eyesight blurring as your feet began to drag, legs weakening and Henry in one last final attempt to get the both of you to safety lifted you up into his embrace, holding you so your arms were wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist as he carried you swiftly.

He was covered in blood and you could see the slight crimson liquid on him “is… is this your blood?” You whispered fearfully but he didn’t respond, focusing on getting you and him to safety but eventually once in a shielded safe haven, it was a cabin- not much but it was somewhere… the roof was slightly moulded, moss growing into it clearly taken over by nature, it was a mess as well as if it had been lived in prior to them arriving but it would do until they found proper safety. He gently sat you down onto the couch as he crouched down just in front of you “it’s not my blood, no.” He assured calmly and your eyes filled with tears, you hated anyone being hurt and he quickly hushed you hand caressing against your cheek “why do you care for people who treated you like you were nothing?” He asked and you stared at him “because they are my family” you said but Henry shook his head “they’re make believe… trust me…. Do you trust me?” He asked holding his hands out for you to take and you gently did holding his hands as you gazed at him silently, “of course.” You nodded and he smiled a soft gentle smile before intertwining his fingers with yours, his free hand roaming up to caress against your cheek “you’re safe now. We’re free… You’re stronger than you believe y/n, you’ve joined me… we’re going to rule the earth together.” He said eyes shining with excitement and you gave him a questioning look “rule the earth?” You asked and he nodded,

“Rid the earth of all those nasty evil bad people… then we’ll make it our own… rule it… who’s to say we can’t solve cruelness, hm?” He tilted his head gently “this is our world… and we’re finally living in it… it’s time to take control over what is ours, right?” He asked compelling eyes gazing right into yours and a small smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, your hand coning up to rest against his cheek cupping his cheek in your palm…“You’re right….”

“Our world.”

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Where do broken hearts go?

Request: hiii! Please could you write one with Billy Hargrove? But possessed Billy? And how maybe Billy almost kills the reader but she somehow stops it?? Thank you!

Y/n x possessed!Billy Hargrove

Trigger warnings: pretty dark stuff.

“You’re crazy. You’re going to get yourself killed!” Dustin practically yelled, yet it was in a hushed whisper. You gazed at your friends who all seemed to be overly concerned about you doing this. “It’ll be worth it. I promise.” You spoke before attempting to walk out of the room, only to be pulled back by a hand wrapping around your wrist “I said I’ll be fine”

You yanked your hand away from them before walking out, Billy was clearly possessed. He had a strength no normal human being should have. “Y/n you’re going to get yourself hurt!” Lucas exclaimed but you didn’t listen, whatever you did and how you acted today was all because you loved Billy and you wouldn’t let him suffer. You could see the real Billy underneath the layers of cruelness, you knew he was hurting… he was scared… he was being controlled by a worthless monster who only cared for hurting individuals and ripping them away from their trauma only to add more trauma to their lives. You walked down the hallway silently stopping just at the barrier as you looked down at the mall- abandoned and in ruins. Whatever this thing was, was clearly way more powerful than you or anyone put together. This thing was nightmare fuel completely. It lurked in the shadows awaiting for its slaves to bring back its meal… it was sickening.

You stood at the top staring down the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you looked around, “when I find you it’s going to be your funeral” his voice echoed about, disorientating you to the point you didn’t know whether he was in front of you or behind you. You knew you had to act fast… if you didn’t Hawkins was in deep shit. It was already cursed, it didn’t need to be cursed further and so you took a deep breath hair jerking as you twisted your body as you started running your footsteps grasping his attention almost immediately his senses being heightened as he kept his fingers up- his fingers which were covered in blood. El’s blood… he was trying to find you all… but he couldn’t… and so hearing the sound of you grabbed more than just his attention his entire focus being on you now as he stood up straighter, a cruel grin tugging at his lips as he followed after the footsteps. You ran for your life, checking over your shoulder occasionally. “Billy!” You yelled keeping him interested in you and as you saw his tall bloody figure lurking down the stairs you quickly hid behind one of the pillars your breathing heavy but you tried to conceal it, eyes searching around in an attempt to find something to help you…

“Why are you breathing so fast?”

His voice was right by your ear your eyes widening as you quickly tried to make an escape but his hand was quick to grab a hold of your wrist teeth bared as he stared at you emotionless “Billy stop this. You’re scaring me.” You demanded looking into his eyes trying to find some part of him to try and work on getting to bring forward but you saw none. His iron grip on you was so tight you were sure it was going to cut off circulation, you knew you weren’t getting anywhere with him and so you instead of pulling away got closer to him, free hand gripping onto his hand that was holding onto you as you began to push his hand back until it bent in a way that it shouldn’t be bent, this wasn’t billy. This was a monster. A demon. A cry left Billy’s lips as he let go of you, your body immediately backing up as you backed away from him watching how tears pooled in his eyes but the anger on his face was quick to make those tears disappear “why would you hurt me y/n,” he spoke voice now Billy’s sounding broken and hurt as you tried to maintain distance from him. “I thought you loved me. Were you just lying? Faking it? Was I nothing but a pawn in your game” he spoke in such a way that you knew it wasn’t Billy talking. It sounded like him but it wasn’t him.

He took slow steps towards you as you kept taking steps backwards “why are you scared?” He whispered out, your eyes catching onto a raised metal pole raised just behind him, Lucas wielding the weapon in such a way that it was sure to knock Billy unconscious “I’m not,” you assured “yes you a-“ his words were silenced as the loud ding of the pole hitting against his head rang around the empty building his body falling onto the ground, forehead slightly cracked as he breathed heavily on the ground “max!!” Lucas exclaimed, Dustin and Mike yelling at the girl to get the injection and you watched as the girl slammed the injection straight into Billy’s neck but it seemed to have an opposite effect, his lips curving up into a grin that wasn’t recognisable in the slightest “it’s too late for that, Maxine” Billy spoke the way he said it being evil truly evil as he pulled the needle out of his neck throwing it onto the floor as he got up onto his knees pushing himself up completely. His skin had gotten darker with black veins that were practically protruding out of him making him look like some monster… some kind of demonic entity that would be seen in children’s nightmares.

Billy turned to max as he attempted to reach for her “fuck you asshole!” Lucas’ words were strong as he hit Billy with the pole again, this time forcing the pole against his chest and trying to shove him back but instead Billy grabbed a hold of the pole lifting it up, Lucas not letting go as Lucas and the pole was thrown in the opposite direction a grunt of pain coming from Lucas, the monster turning to Lucas, Billy taking slow steps towards the boy “billy! Hey! Over here!” You shouted grabbing his attention as he walked towards you at a fast pace, hands clenched by his side making your eyes widen before watching as Billy was thrown to the side just as he was about to grab you, el’s hands trembling as she tried to keep Billy at bay- trying to stop him from hurting any of you. All of you had formed a small circle not sure on exactly what to do, your eyes soon picked up on the dark shadow lurking just outside- it was inhumanly large. Larger than any human being and existent animal… it was like a dinosaur… a monster… it made your breath hitch

“Stop!”

You soon yelled “this is what it wants! Stop it! Just… just trust me!” You begged watching as el stopped, everyone backing away just behind you as you stared at Billy watching as he stood up his attention turning to you “c’mon… come get me” you taunted and within seconds he had grabbed you hand wrapped tightly around your throat as he lifted you up into the air strangling you, your nails dug into his wrist, feet kicking as his chest as you let out strangled cries yet you still shook your head at your friends if they went to hurt Billy… if your death meant your friends could survive then you would happily die. You could see the tears in his eyes the real him shining through once again his fingers practically digging into your windpipe stopping any breath from going in or out before his large hand let go of your throat as he threw you into the pillar his breathing heavy and uneven before he walked towards your limp body, your friends crying but trying to reassure each other that you knew what you were doing.

Billy knelt down beside you lifting you up into his arms bridal style, your head leaning over his arm, body limp in his embrace as he walked you carelessly into the centre of the mall before he dropped to his knees gently placing you onto the ground being rather gentle comparing to how he had just acted, his hand pushing some hair off of your forehead as he leaned down to rest his lips just beside your ear “don’t be afraid… it’ll all be over soon…” he spoke to you tone cold and unrecognisable as you stared into his eyes and in one last attempt to stop him and rid him of whatever was happening to him your hand gently cupped his cheek “Billy” you whispered tears glistening in your eyes, seeing the way a tear gently rolled down his cheek as he stared down into your eyes “just stay very still” he whispered to you emotionlessly and your eyes searched his desperately as your body began to tremble “Billy please” you begged out a lump growing in your throat as you struggled to calm down

“No more time.” He said calmly as he tried to pull away but your other hand cupped his other cheek pulling him back “she was beautiful Billy.” You soon started seeming to get a tiny reaction out of him. “You surfed… she was happy you were happy… you were her pride and joy.” You continued eyes sad as a shaky breath seemed to leave his lips the real him coming forward “she’s still your mum… she still loves you… no matter what… the way your dad treats you isn’t your fault. None of it is your fault.” Your thumb brushed against his cheek gently “your mum still loves you… max loves you… I love you… I love you so much.” You said tears threatening to spill a soft sob leaving your lips as you stared into his eyes and within a second it was like a light switch had been turned on and he gently grabbed a hold of your wrist turning his head to press a kiss against the palm of your hand “I’m sorry.” He said quietly before his head turned to look at max “I’m sorry for not being a good big brother.”

He then stood, standing in front of you as the tall shadow figure appeared large and scary and you stared in horror as one of its tentacles came down piercing into Billy’s chest his agonised screams torturing you day in day out as you were pulled back by Mike and will your eyes wide as you stared at the love of your life being hurt, and in a synchronised scream both you and max yelled out his name in despair…

“Y/n!” A voice called as you were shaken awake your eyes fluttering open as you stared at the boy in front of you… Billy… “did you have another nightmare?” He asked and you nodded crumbling into his arms soft sobs leaving your lips as his fingers brushed through your hair, hand rubbing up and down your back “I’m right here… I’m right here… I’m okay… I’ve got you.” He soothed in a caring tone not daring to let go of you as soft sniffles came from you the grip you had on him soon loosening as the familiar coldness caressed against your fingertips and you pulled back gazing down at him a soft sad smile on your lips “I missed you.” You continued before wiping your eyes letting out a shaky breath before leaning into another hug again… gripping onto him like your life depended on it… not letting go for a second as you sniffed squeezing your eyes shut, max and the others standing at the car, watching as your fragile body grasped onto Billy like your life depended on it… Billy’s grave… silence intertwined with each one of them as they didn’t dare say a word… grief was a powerful thing, but grieving as a group who couldn’t explain what had actually happened was a lot worse. Billy deserved better… but he couldn’t get better… all he could do was rest in peace.

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We’ll meet again

Request: hey, I don’t know whether you’d be comfortable writing as Eddie but if so could you please do one based on his death? Like what life would be like after his death? You can roll with the idea and mix and match with it! Thank you.

Trigger warnings: death, grief.

“It’s not the same anymore,”

Your voice although soft held a gentle tremble in it, bottom lip wobbling as you stared down. “I hope you’re okay…” you continued gently the gentle breeze of the cold air being the only thing that seemed to prove that he might’ve just been listening out to you. “Graduation is next week.” You continued softly a weak smile tugging onto your lips hands still shaking in a way that you couldn’t stop them, “would’ve been your year Ed’s… still is… to me, to Dustin, Steve, Nancy… everyone.”

A little sniffle soon followed as you wiped your nose with the back of your hand “I just need a sign, Eddie. One sign. That you’re okay. That you aren’t in pain. That you’re okay.” You spoke the usual fire of agony swelling up within you all over again. It always happened when you appeared at his grave… you felt lost and hurt… knowing you couldn’t go back to your safe place. Your home. The home which was simply a pair of arms. Eddie’s arms. Another sniffle was the only sound that came from you before a soft sob left your lips “Eddie. Please. Please.” You whimpered out and thats when you heard it, the gentle flutter of wings your eyes snapping open as you looked across from his grave seeing a robin sat atop of the gravestone just in front of Eddie’s, a soft shaky breath left your lips as you stared at the sweet creature- heart aching in a million more ways,

“Can you hear me now?”

Your words were soft as you gazed up at the sky, a little raindrop splashing just against your forehead your head soon dropping a soft sigh leaving your lips. Even if he wasn’t here right now you could feel his presence. His eyes on you. He was here, right behind you in fact- hand resting upon your shoulder, sadness on his face as he hated seeing you so upset “I’m always listening” he spoke softly but once again you didn’t hear it, the only sound being a gentle gust of wind. You then let out a soft sad breath as you sat up straighter “I would stay here forever, but being in a graveyard at night is probably creepy and odd. Especially since this is Hawkins.” You said a saddened chuckle coming from your lips as you wiped your eyes dry of tears before wrapping your arms around yourself staring at the headstone for a little longer before you exhaled hands shakily reaching forward as you held your palms against the headstone before leaning forwards bringing your head to rest against the cold stone “I love you.” You whispered, another gust of wind being thrown in your direction a soft laugh leaving your lips “I love you more and most”

You then slowly pulled away, bringing your hand to your lips pressing a kiss to your fingers before resting your fingers on the stone “keep well, yeah? I’ll leave a light on for you as usual. Feel free to come home.” You whispered. You had said that since the first day… and you wouldn’t ever stop saying it. You then slowly stood up from kneeling and moved to crouching as you lifted the graduation cap up off of the ground as you placed it on the corner of the stone a meek smile on your lips. You had decorated the cap with little things that Eddie had… one of his rings… his bandana… and a picture of you and him resting just in the middle of it “I’m not the only one graduating, Munson” you spoke with a small smile “this is our graduation…” you then sighed before standing up taking a few steps back silently admiring the grave

“Over and out, love ya” you murmured once again, staying just for a few more moments before you slowly left hand spread out as you felt a light coldness against your skin… just hoping and praying that was his way of showing he was holding your hand and walking with you to go home… you hoped so… you couldn’t live without him… not for much longer. But if you had to… you would… as you said… you were graduating for the both of you. He told you to never change… and you promised him you wouldn’t. You would fight for him. Fight until this curse was gone. This wasn’t just your year, no-

This was his. This was Eddie’s. ‘86 baby… huh… I guess he was right.

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