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Bill Skarsgard Alphabet- Your relationship with Bill

Here’s a list from A-Z about what your relationship with Bill would be like.

A list of headcannons of what Bill x reader’s relationship.

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Note- If one of the letters is flagged with an asterixis * it means it is slightly suggestive or NSFW.

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A- Affection

Bill is actually quite affectionate with you, always preferring to have one arm around you shoulders when sitting on the couch together, holding your hand, quick kisses on the head, cheek and shoulder. Warm hugs from behind, with Bill resting his chin on your head. He likes to reassure himself by being in the comfort of your company, and it always feels so strange when he’s away from you filming on set. He likes to cuddle a lot when he wants to relax and unwind, because Bill is a pretty busy dude so whenever he can get the chance to sit back and rest with you, it’s usually on the bed taking a quick power nap before it’s back to it again.

B- Buying gifts

Bill isn’t really big on receiving big fancy gifts, because really, what would he need them for? You are the same. He does make sure to stop at each place on his press tours and pick out a souvenir to bring home to you. He also likes bringing home little props or souvenirs from set. You still have the little Pennywise teddy he got you sitting over on your desk. The little red pom-pom nose and the orange yarn fluffy hair is so adorable.

C- Comfort

When you are feeling down or sad, Bill can nearly always pick up on it straight away. He has a way with reading people’s emotions and then employing the method of comfort that would best suit the situation. If you want to talk, he will listen, and if you want to be left alone, he will do that, but not for too long.

He’ll check up on you every so often through the day just to make sure you’re okay. Bill’s warm, gigantic hugs and reassuring kisses always manage to make you feel a bit better. When it’s Bill whose feeling off, you let him talk. Bill isn’t the kind of guy to be able to keep things bottled up for a long period of time because it tends to make him feel tired and weighed down, and that’s not a fun time for either of you. You always listen to him when he vents everything he’s feeling, usually with his head in your lap and you playing with his hair or his hands.

D- Date

Bill would be a chill, relaxing type of guy when it comes to dates. He knows that you don’t want to be doing something big and exciting every single time, that would be tiring. He loves taking you out for dinner, but he loves making dinner for you and setting up a romantic little dinner date out on the porch or terrace, and surprising you. Often, dates between you two will be completely out of the blue. ‘Hey, want to go somewhere?’ ‘Hey lets go for a picnic by the beach’.

On the days when you guys do feel like doing something more adventurous, the zoo tends to be the fan favourite, and you also like to go skiing, and hiking to see new places and things.

E- Encouragement/Excitement

You are both very supportive of each other and your professions, so much so that as soon as the other person catches a whiff of success, you are there to celebrate with each other by any means. You and Bill like to hype each other up and get all excited when the other person gets excited, almost as if your happiness is conjoined. You are always excited for Bill’s new projects, and support him through it all the way up until it’s completed and ready for the world to see.

F- Fighting

Bill likes to avoid conflict, especially if it involves any kind of yelling and screaming at you, someone he loves. He doesn’t believe that yelling helps at all, infact it only makes matters worse, and instead of actually getting the other person to listen to them, it only makes them more mad and they keep on yelling when no one is actually listening. He doesn’t like yelling at you because it feels almost violent, and he doesn’t want to scare you into listening to him. He’s aware of how intimidating he looks when he’s mad. He encourages the both of you to instead sit down and talk about things maturely, talking about how he feels and why he feels that way, and always attentively listening to what you have to say as well. It’s important in the relationship that you have a sense of equality, that both go heard and your opinions both valued. From then on, depending on the severity of the argument, you move on to figure out the best solution to moving past it or around it.

G- Gestures

Bill is big on friendly, helpful little gestures to remind you that he loves you. You both like to leave little notes in places for each other to find, with quotes or reassurances written on them like ‘You can do this!’ ‘I love you!’ ‘You look amazing today’. It gives you guys a little confidence boost, because sometimes you both need it. In terms of physical gestures, Bill likes to hold your hand a lot of the time when you walk, almost as if you might wander off and get lost if he lets go. He also likes to buy you flowers. If he sees a bunch of flowers in the shop window from the corner of his eye, and he instantly thinks of you, he will buy them for you. You aren’t really sure what use you would have for flowers, but you absolutely admire the sweet gesture.

H- How you sleep

It’s no secret that Bill is a very tall and lanky person. Because of this, sometimes its hard for him to find just the right position to sleep it, however he has learned to adjust and adapt to any position or place to make it feel comfortable. He lays on his back a lot of the time and pulls you close to him, either tucked up beside him with your arm across his torso, or with your head on his chest or heart while he plays with your hair.

You both talk for hours, and will stay up until you fall asleep mid conversation. It’s funny when Bill will be talking, and he goes to ask you a question, and he finds you fast asleep beside him. ‘Seriously? Did you just fall asleep on me? Were you listening to any of that?”

I- Impression

When Bill was first introduced to you, he thought you were so gorgeous and beautiful, with that amazing smile and beautiful eyes. He is a bit nervous at the best of times, but you made him particularly nervous. He always was conscious over the way he spoke to you and how he appealed to you. He’s had a giant crush on you since the day he met you, and knew instantly that if he didn’t do something to make you his, he would never be the same.

Your impression of him was similar. You could not believe such a handsome guy was standing right there talking to you! He made you feel a bit self-conscious, and you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence in your mind without feeling overwhelmingly flushed by him standing next to you, or ‘accidentally’ brushing up against you.

J- Jokes

Are you and Bill a playful or more serious couple?

You two are able to maintain a healthy balance of both playful and serious. You like to tease each other a lot, particularly about the height difference, and Bill’s unholy inhuman tallness. You always joke to him about how secretly Bill must have been born in a zoo to a giraffe and then dropped in Sweden by accident.

You both know when to be serious though, and understand that not everything can be all fun and games. If someone isn’t feeling great, you can learn to adjust and turn the jokes down to make sure they are okay.

K- Kids

Bill would absolutely love to have kids with you, ideally two, not anywhere near as many as how many his parents had. He wants to be able to spread his fatherly love between children and make time for them both equally, and adore them as much as he adores you.

L- Love

What does Bill love the most about you?

Physically, Bill is in love with two things- your smile and your hair. Both of these things are the two things that he thinks are flawlessly, effortlessly perfect every single time he sees you, even if you wake up in the morning with a serious case of bedhead. But Bill loves everything about you, most of all how supportive you are, and how you are always there for him even if you don’t have to be.

M- Memory/moment

Your favourite memory of you and Bill together is how it felt when he kissed you for the first time. You remember all the tingling feelings, and how excited and nervous you were, but happy that this was finally happening.

Bill’s favourite memory is when you said yes to going out with him for the first time. He felt so accomplished and happy with himself, like if he could get the girl, he could do anything. He remembers feeling surprised that you said yes, and how scared he was that you would turn him down and tell him you weren’t interested in him in that way.

*N- Nudes

Usually, if you do send them, it’s when Bill is away in Toronto filming a movie and he’s missing you. You both tend to flirt over text more than you do in real life.

O- Optimist level

You and Bill are both optimistic and realistic. You can see both the good side of things and the bad.

P- Period

When you are on your period, Bill knows instantly that it’s gonna be a pretty crappy time for you, so he tries to make it as least crappy as possible. He has a basket of chocolate reserved just for you on the days when it’s bad, and stays home with you all day cuddling and watching movies. If you are in a significant amount of pain, he will do most practical things for you like house work. He’s very sweet and caring for you, running to the store to get products and shamelessly carrying them. Anything for you, he’s not embarrassed, he knows that it’s a normal thing and it should be normalized for boyfriends to buy their girlfriends products.

Q- Quality Time- how do you spend it?

You and Bill spend all the time you can possibly get with each other. All the time is quality time with you guys, and Bill makes time to set aside his work or script reading to spend time with you. He’s away for long periods of time, so he wants to make sure that he can spend enough time with you to make up for that, and make sure that you know he loves you.

R- Romantic- how much of a romantic are they?

Oh. Bill is romantic. He especially likes to wine and dine with you, making the whole setting perfect just for you. He manages to make everything romantic, everything he does, and you aren’t sure if he’s doing it on purpose or whether that’s just him as a person.

*S- Sex

You and Bill do it often, but its not seen as something at the top of importance between you. You prefer to spend time talking together and just enjoying each other’s company, rather than getting all physical. That kind of intimacy is done in the bedroom every couple of days or so, or really whenever you feel the need to. It’s important to also note that Bill is very respectful about it, and always makes sure that whatever he does you are comfortable with.

Anywhere outside the privacy of the bedroom for him always feels so awkward, and he likes both of you to be comfortable.

T- Trust

You trust Bill with your life, and he trusts you too. You feel safe opening up to him and telling him things that you normally wouldn’t tell people. You know that he would never cheat on you, and don’t get easily jealous by girls that he kisses or fake hooks up with in movies. You know that this is all staged and it is a part of acting, and always makes sure that Bill knows that it’s okay.

U- Understand

You and Bill understand each other very well. There are of course some things that you don’t get about each other, like why you like certain foods that do not go together, why you believe something, things like that. You think alike in terms of the way you look at life, and how you see the world. You feel like you guys just get each other, y’know?

V- Vulnerability

Bill is very open with you about how he feels, and you are to him as well. If he’s sad or upset he will tell you and talk about it. He isn’t afraid that crying will make him seem less of a man, and also doesn’t judge you when you cry around him. Bill is a sap and definitely cries in sad scenes of movies.

W- Wedding- What would your ideal wedding be?

Bill would want it to be fantastic and memorable, as I’m sure everyone would. His family and friends would be there and so would yours. It would be an outdoors wedding beneath the sunshine- provided it doesn’t rain. You would most likely go on a honeymoon to somewhere you have both always wanted to go, and it would be an amazing, relaxing get away.

*X- X-rated

Does Bill have any kinks?

Most likely no, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t down to try new things with you.

Y- Young and beautiful- how long will you guys last?

As far as Bill is concerned, you will have children, grandchildren, and get old together. You are gorgeous now, and you will always be gorgeous to him. He is big on committing to you, and you are to him.

Z- Zing!

How much excitement is there in your relationship?

You guys are always adapting and adjusting to Bill being away and all kinds of things that life might throw at you. It’s pretty exciting dating an actor, isn’t it?

The thrill of secrecy and not getting caught. You often like to make bets on who will be noticed in a crowd first, you or him?

Life is just full of wonders and mystery, and you can’t wait to explore more of those together!

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romangodfreyownsmyass · 5 years ago

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Bill skarsgård characters reaction to you asking them to buy you pads

Inspired by @bloodentitled

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kn1feinthec0ffee · 4 years ago

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the doctor is in - henry pearl

doctor!dad!henry pearl x reader

warnings: lit rally nothing this is the usual heaping serving of fluff & cuteness 🥰

word count: 650

notes: ohmygod this is a mess sorry i was really busy and today is just not it for me so this is what you’re getting bc i didn’t want it to be 3 weeks since i’ve posted something

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you woke up to a hardly noticeable tug on your sleeve. as you lazily blinked your eyes open, you saw the silhouette of your son, michael.

“what’s up, hon?” you slurred, rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes.

“i think i’m gonna throw up,” he murmured, clutching his stomach before he ran to the bathroom. from what you could hear, he barely had enough time to flick on the light and lift the toilet seat before he got sick.

“aww, poor thing,” you mumbled to yourself. you sat on the cold floor next to him and ran a soothing hand along his clammy back. “i’m sure daddy can help you feel better, sweetheart.”

as if that was his cue, henry sleepily stumbled into the bathroom, his emerald eyes squinting as they adjusted to the bright lights. “oh no, someone’s not feelin’ good?”

“my tummy hurt when i went to bed and i couldn’t go to sleep, so i was playing with my toys, but then i felt really bad.” michael sniffled, wiping his tears with his balled up fists.

“that’s alright bud, i promise you’ll be feelin’ better soon. you’ve just got a nasty stomach bug, that’s all.” henry playfully ruffled his hair.

once it was clear your son wasn’t going to be sick again, henry lifted him up, holding him close against his hip as he took him into the kitchen. much to your confusion, henry left michael sitting on the countertop, only to come back a moment later decked out in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck.

“doctor pearl is in,” he cooed lovingly, gathering the “supplies” he’d need. “now, when you have a stomach bug, your tummy’s jumpin’ and hoppin’ around, and i’m willing to bed that doesn’t feel so good. so for it to calm down, you wanna eat some boring stuff, how does that sound?”

michael nodded and swung his legs off the edge of the island. you and henry busied yourselves making some bland foods for your soon to eat, including soup, toast, and a glass of water.

your son sat quietly as he slurped on the chicken noodle soup and crunched on some toast. his lack of chatter saddened you since he was usually so talkative.

“daddy, can i watch something?” michael asked softly, reaching up to place his dishes in the sink.

“of course you can, bud,” henry quickly scooped the bowl out of his hands for him. “let’s go put somethin’ on.”

the three of you made your way to the sofa as henry flicked the tv on. your son laid his head in your lap and made himself comfortable as your husband searched for the kids channels. michael decided on spongebob, letting out little giggles every time mr krabs would catch plankton trying to steal the krabby patty formula.

after a few episodes, he was out cold, snoozing softly against your lap, fabric bunched up in his tight fist. you turned to look at henry, not surprised to find he was already looking over at you. “thanks for doing the whole doctor shtick, i think he really got a kick out of it.”

a look of confusion passed through his eyes as he mischievously cocked his head to the side. “shtick? excuse you, i’m a certified pediatrician, and i’ve got the doctorates to prove it, missy.”

“you’re absolutely right,” you laughed, careful to keep your volume down lest you wake up your sleeping angel. “my sincerest apologies, doctor pearl.”

“you know i’d do anything for him,” henry rubbed his hand over his sleeping son’s warm back. “and that goes for you too, and don’t you forget it.”

“never ever, doctor pearl.” you accentuated your claim with a kiss to his perfect button nose. “now help me get this patient to his ward before he wakes up.”

“sure thing, sweetheart.” henry grinned, complete adoration in his gaze.

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please forgive me if this is short or if there’s any errors i wanted to get something out today sO BAD so this might be a little rushed

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musicdeaky · 4 years ago

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bill skarsgård icons ! ࿐ ˚ . ✦

happy birthday to this wonderful man! i’m so happy to have you in my life & thank you for contributing to the happiness in my life since 2017 ; you truly deserve all the happiness in the world. have a wonderful day & life <3

like/reblog if you’ll use them !

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scxrsgxrd · 4 years ago

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Imagine taking a night class at the community college that Henry is in and you’re always in a rush, but he always seems to have a pen when you’re missing yours, or a phone charger when your phone dies, or even a spare granola bar when you haven’t eaten all day and one day he brings you in coffee and you’re so grateful that you ask why he’s been so nice to you, and he reveals that he’s really liked you since the first day of class and would love to go on a date 😍

I love all this Henry pureness :’)

You sat down in a fluster, late once again. Your professor flashed you an unimpressed frown before continuing with his teaching. You hauled your notebook out of your backpack and sighed in despair when you noticed you’d failed to pack a pen, which would leave you with no choice but to once again disturb your professor. Then you felt a hand tap your shoulder ever so gently, and you turned around to see Henry sat with a lopsided grin, holding out a spare pen.

“I always carry spare.” He blushed slightly before turning his attention back to his notes. You smiled back at him and gladly accepted his pen, deeply relieved that you wouldn’t have to interact with your irate professor.

If it wasn’t for Henry you were sure that you’d have failed your class multiple times over. He always seemed to have everything. You remembered how one night last week you hadn’t had time to eat before your class and your stomach was growling, giving the professor another reason to flash you a warning look. After a few minutes of the whale sounding noises your stomach was making Henry had handed you his granola bar, insisting that he wasn’t going to eat it anyway, and even letting you share his coffee to wash it down. You’d never met anyone as sweet and selfless as Henry.

Henry was always trying his best to concentrate during class hours, but your presence was making this increasingly difficult. On this particular occasion he had barely managed to make a page of notes, as his mind and eyes kept wandering over to you, studying you more than the subject. The truth is, he only continued attending these classes as it meant he could see you, he had no real interest in the subject matter itself; it was simply a means to allow him to spend time with the girl he had grown so fond of the past few months.

“Hey! Henry.” You called over to him once he left the class, quickening your pace to catch up with him.

“Oh, hey.” He beamed, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“Can I ask you a question?” You had been curious to know exactly why Henry had been so kind to you without asking for anything in return.

“Sure you can, anything.” He sat down on the steps at the front of the building and gestured for you to join him.

“I just wanted to know why you’ve been so.. considerate towards me, it’s not that it’s a bad thing. It’s just that you never ask for anything in return, but you’re always willing to help me out.” You settled yourself down next to him and watched as he shuffled nervously, twiddling his thumbs as he kept his gaze on the floor.

“I like you.” He mumbled, almost so quietly you could barely hear him.

“Huh?”

“I like you.” He asserted, slightly more confident this time. “I have since.. well, since the first day of class.” You watched as his cheeks went a deep shade of red, and he began to tug at a loose thread on the sleeve of his flannel.

“You do?” You were slightly shocked, as Henry’s intentions had never struck you as romantic, but at the same time you were intrigued as there was no denying that you felt a similar kind of attraction towards him.

“Yes, I do. Look, I completely understand if you aren’t interested, but I was wondering if you’d maybe like to go for coffee tomorrow night? I’d offer you a morning coffee but.. you know.” He grinned once again, nudging your arm gently.

“I’d love to go for a night coffee with you, morning coffee seems overrated anyways.” You responded, nudging him back before pulling him into an embrace, his smile refusing to fade for the rest of the night.

#bill skarsgard #battlecreek #henry pearl #henry pearl imagine

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trustsalvatorewriting · 4 years ago

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wasteland, baby! | kol mikaelson - chapter eight

Summary: Kol makes a deal with the Hollow to revive the first woman he ever loved. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go as planned.

Trust’s Note: Please like and reblog! I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 2,473

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❝ i hate all the hurt that you put me through, and that i blame myself for letting you ❞

HENRY PEARL RAN HIS FINGERS OVER THE GOLD WIRED RING, a soft but victorious smile on his face. The small, handmade ring glimmered in the light he'd hung above his desk. The night before, he'd gone to the nearest voodoo shop to purchase the smallest garnet stone, ignoring the sunrise as he immediately ran back home and into his bed. Admittedly, he'd been afraid that the ring wouldn't turn out the way he wanted; but Aniya had always looked so heartbroken whenever she looked at her own, and there was a part of him that couldn't bear to see that look on her face as often as he did.

There was a part of him that believed she would never love him -- not in the way that he wanted her to -- and he wouldn't blame her, either. She looked like she could conquer the world with a movement of her wrist. She would want more out of the world and he would never be able to give it to her. She was beautiful, and extraordinary, and he was just a boy.

Still, he had to admit he's been happy lately, and he'd wallowed in it selfishly. Henry knew in his heart that it wouldn't last very long, but the was all the more reason to enjoy it in the moment. A few days ago, Aniya told him she found him intriguing, and he told her 'we are only interested by things we don't understand.'

Henry Pearl's eyes were big enough to take it all in: the world, Aniya, and himself. He could float through the sky and never come back down. He wouldn't need to.

He set the complex -- yet beautiful -- garnet ring down on his desk, next to a photograph of he and his mother on her birthday, when Henry was only eight or nine years old. Colla Pearl had been a beautiful woman, with emerald green eyes and medium brown hair; though she hadn't been a healthy one. It was when Henry was thirteen that she became sick, and it was at fifteen that she died. Neither Henry nor his father had dealt with it properly.

Frowning, he glanced up at the calendar, and it occurred to him that Colla's birthday would be in a few days. A sick feeling over came Henry, and it struck him that it would be eight years since her death.

The twenty-one year old boy was pulled out his thoughts when he heard rumbling and music playing from the living room. Henry listened for a moment, hoping -- praying -- the music wasn't what he thought it was. When he heard a crash, he shut off his lamp and quickly made his way out of his closet-sized bedroom and down the hall. He was met with a low ringing noise to his left, where his father left the home phone hanging off the desk.

He hesitated, but picked it up to his ear. A low buzz emitted from the phone, signalling that whoever his father had tried to call had hung up, and he carefully set it back down on the charger. As he proceeded down the hall, he looked to his left and noticed the empty bedroom that belonged to his father. The bedsheets had been jumbled together, and he'd left his night lamp on, as if he'd tried to get some rest but changed his mind all together. Underneath the bed was an empty six-pack of Coors Lite, and Henry grimaced at the sight.

"Ja, må han leva! Ja, må han leva! Ja, må han leva uti hundrade år!" The Swedish song played throughout the home through a single DVD player. The birthday song mocked the atmosphere, and dread filled Henry's stomach as he realized why his father, William Pearl, had chosen to stay up so late: he'd believed it was Henry's mother's birthday.

Sorrow crawled its way to Henry's throat, wrapping itself around his neck and squeezing as he reached to turn off the music. Henry's vision went glassy as silence filled the apartment once again, and he heard his father cursing him in the kitchen.

"What the fuck? We're having a party, Henry!" William complained, rushing over to the player and restarting the track. "We're gonna have one hell of a party!"

Henry's gaze flitted across the room as he struggled to keep eye contact with William. The fifty-year-old man was nearly nude, wearing only a pair of boxers as he opened a box of party supplies Henry had tried to hide in the attic. William dumped the box upside down on the wooden floors, and Christmas ornaments and streamers were sent flying across the living room.

"Papa," Henry began. His throat went dry as an old ornament flew across the floor: a photo of he and his parents that they'd taken at the mall. "Papa, please stop."

"Let's make it look nice, here at home," William declared, messily organizing the supplies into different piles. He made his way to the small kitchen table and Henry's new shipment of silverware onto the table. "Here, you set the table--"

"Papa--" He tried again, taking a small step toward his father as he climbed onto the couch in an effort to hang a 'happy birthday' sign from the windows. For a moment, he wondered where William had gotten the money to purchase it; then it occurred to him that he left twenty dollars on the kitchen table every night in case of an emergency. Henry's throat tightened as he realized that his father had been impulsively spending the money on alcohol and useless decorations. It wasn't as though either of them celebrated holidays.

"Here is her party, why aren't you happy? Don't you miss her?" William's tone changed as he looked back at Henry, his eyes reddened and crazed as he screamed, "Be happy, for fuck's sake!"

When Henry's expression didn't shift, William reached for one of the plates Henry had bought and tossed it in his direction, screaming "here is her fucking party!"

Henry felt pressure against his shoulder as the plate slammed against the right side of his body and fell to the hard ground. He watched as it shattered, and cringed, his expression shifting to one of helplessness. "Papa, please stop."

"What?" William turned back to his son, a bright smile on his face as he walked forward, grabbing Henry's head with his hands and holding it against his own. His breath wreaked of alcohol and whatever he'd eaten in the past few weeks.

Henry wrapped his arm around his father's shoulder and tried to lead him back down the hall. "Please, Papa, just go to bed. Come here."

"I can't go to bed now!" He exclaimed, casually fighting off his son's grip and placing his dirtied hand on his already bruised cheek.

The boy flinched away from his father's touch. "Let's go to bed, Papa, come on..."

"But I'm arranging a dinner party for your mother," William argued, a dazed smile on his face. Henry would have sworn he was having a psychological break, but he supposed grief did that to people. William had lost his wife; it was only fitting that he acted this way. Still, the longer he acted like this, the easier it would be for William to hurt himself.

Henry tried again, carefully reaching for his arms as he tried to walk him back to his room. He comforted, "You can do that tomorrow, c-can you come to bed now?"

"No, I'm very busy making a birthday dinner for your mom, so the fucking cunt can finally be happy!"

"Papa, calm down, let's go to bed--" The boy bargained, ignoring the icy feeling that grew in his chest. His father would always say cruel things during his episodes, especially about Henry's mother; but they still stung every time he said them.

William shrugged off his son's grasp, walking into the small kitchen where a pot of potatoes and -- was that dirt? -- boiled over the stove. Henry reached for the pot while his father was distracted with pouring a bag full of potatoes into another pot. He held it over the sink and filled it with water in an attempt to wash out what mess William had made while Henry was busy.

"What the fuck are you doing? Stop it!" His father cursed, snatching the pot from Henry's grasp and putting it back on the stove. Smoke rose from the burning potatoes, and the young boy did his best to wave them away from the detector and sprinklers. As his father threw random spices onto the food, he exclaimed, "I told you, we're having a party! Look, we're gonna eat potatoes and shit."

The older man brushed long, gray locks from his face and reached to turn on everything on the stove, despite using only two pots filled to the brim with potatoes. William turned the nozzle and the oven lit up, as Henry took another step forward. "No. No, Papa, go to bed--"

"Don't ruin the food, now!" William sneered. Henry gulped and reached to turn the stove off, but his hands were immediately grabbed by William. His father glared at him for a moment, raising his hand. A stinging sensation covered Henry's left cheek.

"Please, Papa--"

Slap.

"C-Can't you j-j-just--"

Slap.

A sharp pain quickly formed below Henry's eye socket, a jarring feeling in his skull as William's fist connected with his son's cheek. A bruise began forming on Henry's face as he met eyes with his father again, a tired but pleading look in his eyes.

"Why c-c-can't -- why c-can't you go t-to bed now, Papa? Please..." Tears fell from Henry's eyes, his hair disheveled and shoulders hunched forward as he looked into the eyes of his estranged father. He was met with a cold glare and reddened eyes. Henry swallowed, preparing for another hit, the left side of his face reddened and covered with tears.

William nodded after a moment, his jaw clenched as he stared up at his son. "I was just trying to make some food and make things right." He cleared his throat and looked around the kitchen before taking a step toward Henry. "Move the fuck out of my way."

Henry stepped to the side as William made his way back to his bedroom. He let out a low breath and walked toward the stove, turning off all of the nozzles and the oven, and tossing the pot of potatoes and gunk into the garbage. He thought for a moment, then unplugged the microwave and toaster as well. As Henry went to clean up the mess in the living room, he allowed himself to accept his reality.

He would never be able to live in his apartment in the Quarter. It would be his -- overpriced -- art studio, and nothing more.

A tear slipped from his eye as he made his way into the attic, where he had organized Colla's items into different boxes. Henry moved to look through her 'treasured items,' the ones that she'd kept close to her heart when she was alive. Dainty pieces of jewelry tangled together at the bottom of the box, next to an old journal. Henry's brows knitted together in curiosity as he reached for the small brown book.

The pages were stained brown, implying that Colla had gone out of her way to dip them into tea. A chuckle left Henry's lips as he began to read her Swedish writings. After a few moments, he realized the book hadn't been her private journal, but a notebook, where she'd studied different and rare types of witchcraft.

'Tyaag witches participate in several different rituals in order to achieve functional mortality. However, functional mortality is only offered to twins born with earth magic. Once achieved, the twins will be sacrificed on their eighteenth birthday. This will usually consist of a slit throat and a knife through the base of the skull, paralyzing and killing them.

'The base of the skull is the fifth chakra, and the mouth of God. Three days after their death, the witch twins are resurrected. Unfortunately, the memory of their friends and loved ones is wiped completely of their existence. This is due to the fact that the witches are promised a new life; and therefore, their slate is wiped clean.

'Tyaag rituals are notorious for failed resurrections, as if the children do not comply with the fifteen rituals they need to complete before their deaths, the sacrifice will fail, and they will remain in spiritual limbo for the rest of eternity.'

Henry shut the book immediately, remembering the wound on Aniya's neck. He cleared his throat and shook his head, as if his memory were an etch-a-sketch. He glanced outside and noticed the faded sunlight, and realized he would be late for his double-shift at the diner if he didn't leave soon.

He quickly reached for the wired ring and put it into a small white box, complete with a little ribbon. A smile made its way across his face as he quickly changed into his work uniform, all but giddy to see Aniya again.

As he made his way out of the cramped apartment in downtown New Orleans, he caught a glimpse of his father drooling into his white satin pillows. Henry paused, then went into his room, pulling the duvet over the man's chubby body and tucking it over him. He quickly picked up the pack of alcohol on the floor and shut off the light in his bedroom with a final breath of relief. He grabbed his things and locked the door behind him, making his way to his old Jeep.

Henry drove in peaceful silence, admiring the lights and music of the city before stopping at the dumpster behind the diner.

It was there that he tossed his father's pack of alcohol and his mother's box of party supplies. It wasn't as if either of the items would ever do him good. He was exhausted, and no longer sure he would live to his twenty-eighth birthday.

Frankly, he wasn't sure he wanted to.

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i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. i knew that henry needed to have his own chapter eventually, as he is just as complex as aniya and kol, with his own goals and ambitions outside of being the person who works in the restaurant. that being said, henry is based off martin from the swedish movie 'behind the lights' and henry pearl from 'battlecreek.' please comment and tell me what you think! - trust

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Heco, my love, pleaaaaase do #25 of the kissing prompts with our love, Henry Pearl🥺❤️

WARNINGS: Bad Date, Soft Henry Pearl, Fluff, Cheesy

“Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain”

The double-blind-date idea had been your worst choice ever.

You didn’t know why you had allowed your friend to rope you in this idea.

‘We are new and we don’t know anybody in this shithole of a town’ she had commented, meanwhile she swiped through random guys’ pictures on tinder ‘… and you could get laid, you honestly… need it’.

But what your friend hadn’t considered was that the guys she had shown were the biggest assholes of the entire town.

As soon as you had come in, your date had tried to push your boundaries, trying to sit closer than it was comfortable for you, pushing an hand around your waist and trying to grab your hand over the table, in an obnoxious matter that had made you use your own ‘safeword’ with your friend, to tell her that you wanted nothing more than to go home.

But she had been too taken aback by her ‘amazing date’ and she had just asked you, over text, to endure a bit longer, and then she’d make it up to you with extra drinks.

But ‘your date’ kept on trying to hit on you with he cringiest of pick-up lines and eventually you were so done with him that you had to escape to the toilettes.

You tried to take your sweet time, adjusting your make-up and cleaning the parts of your body the man had been touching, cursing yourself for having worn a dress that had so much access to both your naked arms and legs.

Although you had felt dashingly beautiful before the date, you now just felt… violated.

You were rather sad to escape the toilette to go back to the awful date, but on your way back to the diner table, somebody lightly tapped your shoulder and you turned immediately around, thinking you probably had a tray of hygienic paper under your shoe.

But it was a boy, a rather handsome boy, one that you had seen on a few nightly trips to the local gas station of Battlecreek, he had filled your car and smiled shyly for the entire time not even attempting to make small talk.

Your friend had dubbed him as ‘weird’, but you understood and apprecciated his shyness.

Hence you were surprised he was approaching you, but he went even further and started talking to you, rushing through the words.

“… I am sorry… I don’t mean… to… intrude on anything, but…” he fidgeted with his hands, nervously, trying to find the best words for what followed “… you seemed uncomfortable…”.

“That’s what I get for choosing a blind date over Netflix and junk food” you commented with a sad smile “… but thank you for the concern”.

And he went a step further voicing his concern for you.

“… I know… I mean… I am a stranger, but…” and almost as if a lightbulb had switched off “… I am Henry Pearl by the way, I have seen you at the gas station, a few times”.

“I am (Y/N)” you replied softly, offering him an hand “… I am new, here, in Battlecreek, and my friend thought that it’d be funny to have a few cute guys showing us around, but my date…”.

“Doesn’t know to keep his hands to himself” finished for you Henry, with an harsh note on his tongue, as you nodded a bit ashamed that he had noticed it “… I can show you around… I mean…”.

He grew all bright red, and you took a small look at your date, waiting with your friend for your return as he looked like a hawk to the entire diner.

You had no intention to go back to him, but you felt like you’d have been rude to simply walk away, although he deserved it for not knowing where to put his hands.

And also, you were a bit scared of leaving alone, scared that the man would have followed you.

“… I mean… I am a bit of a stranger and… I mean you don’t know me” mumbled softly Henry voicing your own doubts, although you honestly would have taken any other man over the one at the table.

And Henry looked cute, with two plushy cheeks that you’d have eaten gladly.

“… I am more than happy to walk out with you, if you do keep your hands to yourself” you mumbled softly, as he immediately stuffed his hands in his pockets, to show you that he wouldn’t have that problem “… well then, I do think that you can be my tour guide”.

And like that, you ran out of the diner, giggling softly to each other as you hid from your friend and your date, breathing a deep breath of relief, and once you were out you erupted in a satisfied laughter, Henry lightly blushing, as you tried to adjust your dress, waiting for him to show you around.

“Where do we start?” you asked softly and Henry immediately answered you, as you started what seemed his usual night routine, as he explained to you all the beautiful things happening in Battlecreek, as you exchanged a bit of information on each other.

Henry was surprised that you had willingly moved from a bigger city to Battlecreek.

‘I am a writer, I just think that this entire “small town mentality” would be interesting and inspiring for a book’ you had explained him ‘… and you might even be part of it’.

He had giggled at that, that adorable blush on his face reappearing.

‘I am also an artist… I mean… I am a painter’ he had then told you.

“Oh that’s wonderful” your eyes had shone with pure interest, because you hadn’t thought to find somebody with your similar interests, who understood you so well.

But Henry Pearl literally seemed your ‘soulmate’.

And it was nice and comfortable to talk with him, a natural discourse spurring between you as you walked through Battlecreek, with him letting you know all about it ‘the small town mentality’, as you found yourself more and more interested with the tall boy.

Sadly, your delightful night was interrupted by the rain, as you immediately hid under the first place that could cover your heads, with Henry laughing so gingerly that it just put you in a good humor, and although it was raining all around you and you were drenched… it was the best absolute part of the night.

“I swear that even the rain is typical of Battlecreek” joked Henry, as you smirked at him.

He had relaxed quite a bit, although the blush kept on being present on his face, and you couldn’t help but slightly push yourself forward, as you met his lips in a kiss, because although he was a complete stranger…

… you just had had the best night of your life.

And he had the prettiest lips that you had ever seen.

Which tasted of rainwater and soft pancakes.

And you had never tasted anything so good.

Henry seemed taken aback, his lack of experience clearly showing up, as he froze against you, although he didn’t shy away from you, eventually his hand finding itself around your waist, loosely as he avoided to touch anywhere in particular, remembering probably the rule of keeping his hands to himself.

But you could break it.

You would have gladly allowed it.

Just because he blushed so adorably.

A thunder made you disentangle yourself from the kiss, as you jumped back lightly startled, steadied by his arms and he brought you closer to heat you up against the coldness of your wet clothes.

“… are pretty boys also typical of Battlecreek?” you teased him softly and he smirked, adorably.

“I…” then a serious light appeared in his eyes “… I didn’t do this, for you know… this”.

“I know” you mumbled, pecking again his lips, again “… you are a good guy, Henry Pearl”.

He became as red as a tomato.

“Why don’t I give you a tour of my home, and let you use a shower?” you proposed “… no offense but you look like a wet dog”.

“A cute wet dog” he counterattacked you, making you feel that deep underneath all that shyness there was much more.

And you were curious to see more of it.

And maybe this double-blind-date thing wasn’t that bad.

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