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Somebody To You: 15

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

Work on Saturday night was anything but normal. Harry and Rory seemed to have put their differences aside because when she left they were smiling with each other. At first, she worried they had made up and maybe started dating again, but she couldn��t stop and ask because she was already running late for her shift at the bar as it was. It’s not that she wouldn’t have been happy for them if they did date, but it wasn’t something Zoey foresaw lasting. How messy would things get the second time around?

She didn’t even get a chance to put her things down or clock in before Brett bound up to her, puppy dog eyes in full effect.

“Zoey, can we talk?” desperation thick in his Australian accent.

She snapped her head towards him, “Brett, I’m not in the mood.”

“Please. I know Rory told you, but I…”

“You nearly ruined everything!” she hissed at him, “How stupid are you?”

Andy sauntered in behind them, his smile vanishing as he heard the tail end of the conversation, “What happened?”

“Why don’t you tell him?” Zoey glared, punching her employee number into the computer and pushing past him.

She didn’t expect to be so angry. She wasn’t before she got there. But seeing his face filled her with such indignation that she didn’t even want to be in the same room as him. She wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t even mad at him for sleeping with Rory. But every time she looked at him all she could picture was Harry breaking down in the elevator. That was something she never wanted to experience again. If that’s how he handled being hurt by someone he ‘didn’t love’, she didn’t even want to think about how heart-wrenching it would be to see him lose someone that held even more meaning to him.

Zoey got to work, faking a smile, taking a shot or two with some of the patrons, and trying to constantly remind herself that everything was fine now before she finally let Brett talk to her when he cornered her by the storage closet. She hated being an empath sometimes. The true remorse in his eyes was enough for her to ease up on him. He explained how that night wasn’t planned. It was just supposed to be a hangout. He admitted that his attraction to Aurora had started a couple of weeks prior which was why he was being so distant from Zoey, but he had no intention of pursuing anything because he knew she was seeing Harry. But one thing led to another.

He really liked her. Zoey could tell. When he spoke about Aurora his eyes lit up. His lips were always slightly turned upwards into a smile and he rambled. There was no hiding it. And the hopeless romantic in her turned to mush, listening. But at the end of the day, that was her friend. And if she had to see her cry over another boy being an idiot, she would lose her fucking mind. She made sure Brett knew that. Work went a lot easier after that. She was even able to forget about what happened and laugh and joke with Brett again, like old times before things got messy between them. Back when they were simply friends.

Harry, on the other hand, feeling relieved that he and Aurora were able to smooth things over, couldn’t just go back to England without properly saying goodbye to Zoey. That five-second hug in the parking garage of her condo wasn’t good enough. Not after how emotional she got. He knew it wouldn’t be long until he saw her again, but she didn’t. So, he decided he’d surprise her at work. Not the smartest idea he had, seeing how crowded it was when he pulled up. He sat in his car at the front of the bar trying to prepare himself to be noticed and debating whether or not he would rather go in or have her just meet him outside. At least it would be more private if she just came to him.

He searched, looking through the windows of the establishment to find Zoey. When he spotted her, he smiled, watching her interact with everyone she was serving. He’d never seen her at work before, but she was really in her element, shaking the cocktail shaker, skillfully pouring the contents in several glasses, laughing with the strangers. She looked like a natural. He wondered what they were talking about to make her laugh and what it’d be like to be her customer. Harry watched as Brett came into view, placing a hand on her hip, making her spin in his direction and he said something which made her through her head back in laughter, draping an arm on his shoulder and hugging him before they parted ways. With another word from Zoey they laughed again and carried on.

Anger rose within him. Did Brett know that HE knew what he had done? How could he stand there, a smile on his face, and continue to flirt with Zoey after sleeping with his roommate? And how could she let him?

Harry quickly sent her a quick text and he watched her through the window as she slipped her phone from her back pocket, seeing a notification from him and smiling as she read the text, and her head shot to her left, squinting through the front windows and spotting him. She put a finger up to signal that she needed a minute, walking over to Andy and whispering in his ear before she bounded her way towards the front door.

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself watching her skip her way through the parking lot towards him. Zoey slipped into the car and instantly clung to Harry’s neck, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her torso, smiling and taking in the aroma that now filled his car. Clean, soft yet warm, and the slightest hint of the bitterness from the alcohol.

“What are you doing here?” she exclaimed and, to his displeasure, pulling away.

“Didn’t think I was going to leave without saying goodbye, did you?”

“I mean, you usually do,” she retorted, earning and little push and continuing, “but I’m glad you came. I don’t know when you’ll be back out here again.”

“I’m sure I’ll visit one more time before summer ends,” Harry reassured her.

The two talked for nearly twenty minutes when she decided she needed to get back to work. So, with one last long hug and a quick kiss on the cheek from Harry, they said goodbye. He watched her walk back into the bar, smiling widely and tightening the ponytail on the top of her head, jumping right back into the swing of things, sad to be leaving her again.

That was four days ago. Now he’s back in England spending time with his family. It’s been months since he’s seen his mother and sister. He missed them. Every time he came back he wondered why he didn’t visit more often. It was easy to let his life consume him when he was able to fly all over the world and visit anywhere he wanted to, but for some reason, home was always the last place on his mind and it always made him feel guilty. Especially when his older sister, Gemma, got on his case for not visiting as often as he should.

She wasn’t wrong. But it was annoying to hear about it every time he came back. The two of them, as close as they were, bickered a lot. It never lasted long, though. The subject would swiftly change and they’d be laughing about something stupid the other person said, or talk about old family trips together. This was home. And as much as he loved visiting other countries, this was his favorite place to be.

The three were sitting in his mother’s garden, drinking some tea, and having some snacks, talking about their plans to have family over this weekend. He looked forward to seeing some of his cousins and their little ones, playing some games, and catching up.

“Will you be sticking around after the weekend? Or have you got more work to do in the studio?” his mother, Anne, asked him.

“I’m meeting up with Mitch and a few others from the studio tonight for dinner, but I’m heading out Monday on a surprise birthday trip for a friend for a week. Then I’ll be back.”

“Who’s birthday?” Gemma asked.

“Zoey.”

“The American girl?” his sister asked, putting her cup of tea on the table and earning a nod from the singer. “Are you two dating or something?” Harry shook his head, fluttering his eyelids. The gesture made Gemma laugh as she continued, “You’ve just talked about her a lot.”

He’s heard this way too often in the past few months. Enough to start making him feel a little self-conscious. He really needed to stop talking about her so much. He explained himself. “She’s just a really good friend. She’s helped out a lot when I start to lose it a little on tour. And she’s not afraid to put me in my place when I’m being an idiot, because, aside from you two, no one else does. She just makes me feel normal.”

He hadn’t realized he was smiling until he saw his mom mirroring his expression with an eyebrow slightly raised. He quickly cleared his throat and took a sip of his tea as his mom continued grinning, “Well she sounds lovely. I’d love to meet her.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe one day I can convince her to come out here.”

That evening, Harry had dinner with Mitch, Jeff, and a few others to chat about his next album. Things went smoothly and left him feeling excited about things to come, but he was also ready to take a little break and unwind after the long tour.

Harry, Mitch, and Jeff decided to keep the night going by heading back to Harry’s house for a few more drinks and chats, laughing at each other, and genuinely enjoying each other’s company. Eventually, they quieted down and began talking about the other boys’ significant others. Both were currently in long-term relationships and, from the looks of it, really happy.

“I heard things with Rory didn’t work out,” Jeff turned to Harry, “Sorry about that, mate.”

Harry shrugged, “It’s alright. I don’t know if it would have lasted, anyway.”

“Isn’t that what I said?” Mitch raised an eyebrow.

“No,” Harry retorted, “You said it wouldn’t work out because you thought I liked Zoey.”

“Well, don’t you?” Mitch argued, turning to Jeff, “Do you know about Zoey?”

“Yeah, I know about her. But I don’t think she’s Harry’s type,” Jeff said, making Harry smile in victory as Jeff continued, “Isn’t she a bartender?”

Harry turned his head towards his friend and manager, “Just because she’s a bartender doesn’t mean she’s not my type.”

“Come on, mate. All you date are models,” Jeff pointed out.

Before he could counter, Harry heard his phone ring and he flipped it over to see Zoey attempting to facetime him.

“Speaking of the devil,” Mitch grinned.

“Answer it,” Jeff urged, “let’s meet her.”

Harry smirked, adjusting himself in the seat so that Mitch and Jeff weren’t in view. He answered the call and waited as Zoey popped up on the screen. He could hear the distant sounds of cars and wind whipping against the speaker and making her ponytail wag behind her. She had a little more makeup than she normally did and the warm LA afternoon sun shone on her face, contradicting the starry night sky in London. She smiled brightly when she saw him.

“I was hoping you’d still be up, you old man!” she teased.

“Old man? We’re the same age!”

“Not yet!”

He rolled his eyes, “Next week we will be!” he argued.

Zoey smiled wider, pressing a hand to her chest, “Harry, did you remember my birthday?”

“You can expect a little gift arriving at your doorstep next Wednesday,” Harry grinned, “I’ve got a couple of friends here that wanted to meet you.”

Harry turned so that both Mitch and Jeff were in view now. Zoey smiled and sang hello to them as he introduced her. Mitch was awkwardly shy, not speaking much at first, while Jeff did most of the talking.

“It’s nice to finally meet you!” Jeff exclaimed, “We’ve heard so much about you.”

“Whatever Harry told you, it’s a lie!” Zoey joked, making the boys laugh.

“It was all good things,” Jeff reassured, “So we overheard it’s your birthday next week. Have you got any plans?”

Zoey shook her head, “It’s my day off so I was thinking about just going to the beach with some friends. Thought that might be nice.”

“Why are you all dressed up?” Harry asked, noticing the jewelry around her neck which she only typically did before going out.

“Do you hear him?” Zoey ignored him, directing the question to Jeff and Mitch, “He swears he’s my handler or something. I’m going on a date, DAD,” she confessed. She saw the look in Harry’s eyes and softened her tone, reassuring him, “It’s a blind date with one of Nancy’s friends she wanted to set me up with. Apparently he’s super nice. I’m supposed to leave in, like, thirty minutes.”

Harry could feel Mitch and Jeff’s eyes on him and as he tried to act casual, but it was hard to hide that he was a little taken off guard by the news. The last time she went on a date, she said she needed a break from the dating scene for a while. Especially after the whole Rory and Brett situation, which still seemed to be going strong.

“I didn’t know you were still going on dates,” Harry muttered, “What happened to ‘just having fun’? Bored of that already?”

Zoey pursed her lips, shrugging, “I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a relationship. And we all know how well ‘just having fun’ turned out for me last time,” she chuckled, “I guess we’ll see.”

“Well, let me know how it goes afterward.”

“It’ll probably be super late…”

“I’ll be up,” Harry reassured.

The longer they talked, the more Zoey got Mitch to open up more, directing more questions at him and finding common interests that they went on tangents about. It was safe to say that by the time Zoey had to leave, Harry’s other friends had been won over by her. He shoved his phone back into his back pocket and turned to them with a raised eyebrow, grinning.

“See?” Harry’s tone matter-of-fact.

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool,” Mitch nodded, agreeing.

“You definitely like her,” Jeff added with a smirk.

Harry groaned, kicking his foot, “I do not! And she definitely doesn’t like me, either.”

“Dude, come on. You’re Harry. Everyone likes you.”

“Not everyone,” Harry mumbled.

The image of her on a date kept replaying in his mind. He remembered her clean, warm scent in the car and having that linger on the shirt of another Theo James look alike. Another cocky Australian who would let her down and sleep with her roommate. Why would Nancy set her up on a date? Couldn’t she see that Zoey didn’t need to go on a date? She was fine finding guys on her own at work? Why did she need to make it easier for her to find someone? Why did his friends always have to tease him about her? And why did he care?

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staticscreenwriting · 5 years ago

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All you have to be is here - Part 5

Synopsis: Billy has fucked up and has to do 60 days of community service at a home for troubled kids and youth. Working with the kids there makes him learn a lot about himself. Also there’s a girl there his age whohas a phenomenal smile and who is way too nice to him.

I guess I should mention there’s a lot of angst in this. Talk of substance abuse later on, physical abuse, emotional abuse. All that kind of gnarly real life stuff. It deals with kids and teens struggling with a a shitty family life so be aware of that.

Part 5 of ?

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Had to reupload because I forgot to tag and once I added the tags it wouldn’t show up under “most recent”. Please help a girl out by reblogging. Thank you ♥

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please. I’ll make a header image at some point.]

I never really ever felt so adored before Never really ever felt this type of vulnerable Don’t have to hide, don’t have to fear All you have to be is here Never really ever felt so adored before And I said I wanna feel like this forever Even if forever’s just for now We’re on fire, let us burn As the outside world, it turns We are here and alive In our corner of time Forevermore

The Arcade smells like sweat, cream soda and cool ranch doritos. Some radio friendly pop song is playing from the overhead stereo and the flashing lights of the games are driving Billy slightly mad.

He lets his eyes scan the room for the familiar mop of fiery red hair while his fingernails are digging into his palms creating crescent shapes on his skin. It’s a nervous habit he’s picked up a while ago.

She’s not here. She’s not here. The voices in his head call out to him as his heart speeds up beat by beat. She’s not here and you’ll have to suffer the consequences.

She’s not here and you’ll have to suffer.

There’s a guy leaning against the front desk, flicking through a magazine while stuffing his face with handful after handful of chips.

“ Hey uh— “ Billy approaches and glances at guy’s the name tag “— Keith, you seen a little girl around ? Bout this tall, red hair ? “

He’s met with a scowl and a raised eyebrow.

“ Why ? “

His blood starts to boil. The last thing he needs right now is this nerd giving him an attitude.

“ ‘cause she’s my sister and I was supposed to pick her up and take her home but I can’t see her anywhere. “

“ Max ? “

Billy wonders for a second if he should be concerned that this weird dude knows his sister by name then again Max spends a shit ton of time here so really It’s not too surprising.

“ Yeah, that’s her. So ? “

“ Mmh. She left like an hour ago. “ Keith says then looks back down at his magazine effectively ending the conversation.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Billy hurries back outside, dusk coloring the sky is hues of orange and pink.

She’s probably at the Sinclairs’ place or the Wheelers’ or wherever the fuck her and her friends hang out these days. To check all the places in hope to find her would take pretty much the whole evening and in the end, what difference will it make ? Neil’s gonna chew him out one way or another.

So he drives home sans Max, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white. Those are the moments that make him feel like he’s 8 years old again, getting yelled at during baseball practice for not sliding the way his dad has told him to. It makes him feel just the way he did at 9 sitting at the kitchen table watching his dad scream at his mom, calling her names.

It makes him feel like a small vulnerable child.

Lost.

Broken.

Scared.

Billy drags himself through the door, drops his keys in the little decorative bowl and throws his jacket over the recliner before trudging towards the kitchen. Every steps feels harder than the next, as if his feet get heavier and heavier the closer the gets to his dad. Like a cow on the way to the slaughterhouse.

Neil sits comfortably by the dining table, newspaper in hand while Susan is buzzing around the room preparing the food and cleaning up all at once. Billy doesn’t think he’s ever seen his dad help around the house, ever. Not back when mom was here and not with Susan.

At the sound of his steps, both Neil and Susan turn towards the door and focus on Billy. Neil’s eyes hold the familiar cold stare. There’s absolutely no warmth in them, no hint of tenderness, love, anything positive really. Billy wonders if there ever has been. If there has been a time when Neil felt some kind of affection towards anyone. He truly can’t remember a time when his dad was treating him particularly nicely but mom or Susan surely had to have had a reason to marry this man. There must have been something redeeming about him.

“ Where’s Max. “ Neil barks at his son.

Well hello to you too.

“ She wasn’t there. I went to pick her up. She wasn’t there. “

Billy is painfully aware that his words mean nothing to Neil, that whatever he says to defend himself is just a drop of water on a hot stone. It’s for nought. It makes no difference.

“ So you just left ? “ Neil replies, neatly folding the newspaper and getting off his chair. He moves agonizingly slow, calculates every move as a predator would before going in for the kill.

“ What was I supposed to — “

“ Did I or did I not, tell you to bring Max home ? “ Neil interrupts.

“ She wasn’t there, dad. I’m not her babysitter. I don’t know where all her friends live. If she runs off how is that my fault ? “

He’s gonna have to face the consequences one way or another, might as well get his frustrations out. Billy knows that talking back isn’t the smartest idea but he’s also incredibly thick headed. His mom never raised a quitter but maybe she did raise a fool and that’s one hell of a combination.

“ I’m sorry ? “ his dad asks, thick mean eyebrows raised in mock confusion. He’s heard him alright.

“ You heard me alright. I was there when I was supposed to be there. It’s not my fault she— “

His head hits the wall before he can even finish the sentence. Neil grips his jaw so tightly Billy is sure he’s gonna leave bruises. Again.

“ You are her older brother. You’re supposed to take care of her. Be responsible. I thought I raised you right but it seems you’re just as much of an irresponsible brat as your mother. You’re a disgrace, Billy. You disgust me. No wonder she left“.

Billy is certain that Neil knows bringing up his mother hits him where it hurts the most. Ever since she left, Neil hasn’t missed a single occasion to make Billy feel responsible for it.. In the logical, rational part of his brain, Billy knows this is bullshit. That it was the yelling, the fights, the bruises that made her leave. But there’s a part of him, the part that remembers baseball games ending in tears and smashed plates on the dining room floor.

And that part believes every single painful word coming from Neil’s lips.

That part feels overcome with guilt every single day of his life.

“ Now you listen to me, son. You go out there now and look for her and you better pray to god that you find her. “

He accentuates his words with another slap to the face effectively banging Billy’s head against the wall again before shoving him towards the door.

There’s blood running down his nose as he grabs his jacket and keys and rushes outside. Just as the door slams shut and he looks up, a pair of eyes stare back at him.

Max looks guilty, like a dog being caught doing something it knows it shouldn’t be doing. “ Billy I — “

He doesn’t stay to listen, just shoves past her and gets inside his car driving off.

It’s not Max’s fault. He know this. At least not really. It’s entirely and solely Neil’s fault. For being a fucking asshole. An abusive fucking asshole. He’s the one throwing the punches. He’s the monster here.

Though Max constantly running off, constantly rebelling doesn’t help Billy’s cause in the slightest. He knows she doesn’t do it on purpose. But the thing is, she does it anyway and he’s the one having to deal with the consequences.

Now he rather takes the punches himself than have Neil put a hand on Max but still, he wishes she could just stick to the rules a little more. Spare him some bruises.

His head is pounding, throbbing. It’s hard to focus on the street right now. Trees pass by in a blur. He knows it’s dangerous to continue driving but he needs to get away. Just a little further. Just a little.

Blood is still trickling down his nose, dripping off his chin. A glance in the rearview mirror confirms his suspicion that he looks like a fucking mess right now. He wonders if mommy dearest ever imagined this was the outcome. That this is what she left him with. Bruises and bloody noses and a head that feels like exploding any second. He wonders if she cares that she did.

The lights before him shift and shimmer, dancing before his eyes like fireflies on a warm summer’s night.

He realizes he needs to stop before his vision goes completely blurry and he ends up crashing the Camaro into a tree. Not his baby.

A sign catches his eye and he pulls the car off the road and drives up the little gravel driveway towards the building that displays in bold red letters on a big white board that this is Benny’s diner and it serves “the best burgers in all of Hawkins” — their words not Billy’s.

As he gets out of his car he can feel just how lightheaded he really is, having to hold onto the Camaro for a moment to collect himself. It’s usually bad but today is a new high or low, however you wanna see it. Billy wonders if Neil finds some sick satisfaction is seeing just what kind of damage he’s doing to his son. Seeing the marks he leaves when someone doesn’t follow the rules.

It’s all about power. It’s always been. Physically and emotionally and no matter how much Billy wants to pretend he’s in charge, that’s absolute bullshit. His dad holds it all in the palm of his hand, pulling Billy along on a set of invisible strings. He knows which buttons to push, which words to spit out. Neil knows where it hurts the most — physically and emotionally.

Before he even really thinks about it, Billy drags himself towards the payphone connected to the outside of the diner. It looks worn and dirty but he can only hope it still works.

His hands are shaky as he throws some spare change into the machine before pushing down the buttons of the number he’s never used and yet still knows by heart. Just in case.

Just in case.

Just in —

“ Hello ? “ she sounds sleepy and Billy can only imagine her hair is all over the place and her makeup is smeared, half on her face still half printed onto her pillowcase.

“ Hey, it’s me. “

“ Billy ? “

“ Mmh. Did I wake you ? “

“ I uh — no. No you didn’t. “ It’s a lie. He can tell immediately though he appreciates the thought. She doesn’t want him to feel bad, wants him to know she doesn’t mind. It makes his heart feel just a little less heavy.

“ Are you alright ? “

Is he ? No. It’s the truth. The honest answer. Though it’s not the simple answer. There is no more simple in his life. There hasn’t been in a long time.

Everything in his life is just another knot in a tangled web of anger and fear and feelings he never allowed himself to feel.

What does he tell her though ? Yes, and lie. Or no and try to figure out just how to explain his entire shitty situation over a pay phone call.

He doesn’t answer at all. Because this question calls for a simple answer and he has none of those.

“ Do you know Benny’s diner ? “

“ In Hawkins ? Yeah. Why ? “

“ Can you — “ he takes a deep breath.

This is so awfully familiar. Can you come ? Can you stay with me ? Can you rescue me from this all consuming darkness that never seems to go away ?

He’s asked his fair share of questions just like that. Can you please come home. Can you ? Can you, mom ? I miss you.

He doesn’t want to ask again now because hearing the answer he’s heard all those other times, will break his heart. — No.

“ Can I what ? Come around ? Is that where you’re calling from ? Lemme just get dressed and I’ll be there, okay ? “

His heart breaks right there. Then reassembles. There’s still pieces missing but for a moment, for a fleeting second it feels like some of the cracks are temporarily filling up.

“ You sure ? “

“ I’m sure. Always !“

“ Okay. “

“ Okay. Hey Billy ? “

“ Yeah ? “

“ Can you go inside and safe us a booth. And order me some cheese fries and a cherry coke ? “

He smirks at that, wipes the blood from his face and leans his forehead against the wall.

“ Always. “

Billy’s fingers nervously play with the chipping wood of the table before him. He can see the waitress eyeing him with an unreadable expression. He’s not sure if she regards him with worry or lust — or both.

She’s about to do her third round to refill his glass of water, when the bell above the door chimes up and figure rushes inside, denim jacket wrapped tightly around herself.

(Y/N) plops down across from Billy, hair wild and face void of all makeup. He can faintly make out a pillow print on her right cheek.

“ Hi, sorry it took so — oh my god. “

There’s pure and unfiltered horror on her face. As if she’s looking straight at a murder scene.

“ It’s that bad, huh ? And here I thought I could charm you with my exceptionally good looks. “ he jokes. She doesn’t laugh though. Not even a little bit. Not even a smirk or a grin. Nothing.

Instead her eyes hold a deep worry he hasn’t seen from anyone but her in such a long time, it still feels otherworldly and incredibly foreign to him.

“ What happened ? “

That’s the thing. Nothing happened. Nothing out of the ordinary and maybe that’s the biggest tragedy of them all.

Billy shrugs “ Guess my dad just isn’t my biggest fan. “

He can see just then it all clicks in her head. The bruises and the bloody nose and the constant state of anger.

“ Oh Billy “ she says, her voice but a whisper. “ Oh god. “

Before he can comprehend what’s happening she’s slid out of her side of the booth and sits down next to him. Her arms wrap around him and she buries her face in the crook of his neck. She’s warm and soft and gentle and it’s the complete opposite of the touches he’s used to from his dad.

He decides then, that her hugs are definitely in his top 5 list of favorite things on this earth.

(Y/N) slowly pulls away then gingerly cups his face trying to examine the damage.

Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears just waiting to fall. Billy doesn’t think he’s even close to be deserving of her worry, her affection and her love. But there is no way in hell he’s gonna reject it. He needs it. My god, he needs it so terribly.

“ Pretty boy, what am I gonna do with you ? “ she softly murmures, he assumes it’s just as much a question to herself as it is to him.

If only he had any idea how to answer it.

“ You think I’m pretty ? “

It doesn’t take away the gravity of the situation, the insanely heavy burden resting on them both. It does make her smile though and that’s more than he can ask for right now.

They spend the next hour at the diner, sharing some cheesy fries and listening to the 50s records playing over the stereo. (Y/N) doesn’t leave his side, not for a single second. He’s grateful. Having her close feels like things aren’t about to fall apart any second. She’s filling the cracks with smiles and warmth. She’s holding the seams together with soft touches and whispered words of affection.

“ Tell me something “ he says after stuffing another load cheesy fries into his mouth.

“ What do you want me to tell you ? “

“ I dunno. Something about you. I feel like you know a lot about me and I don’t know shit about you. “

She looks pensive for a moment, deep in thought as if carefully calculating just what secrets she wants to spill to Billy at 11pm in a diner at the edge of town.

He can’t fault her for that. Opening up is terrifying.

“ My mom died when I was 12 “ she replies after a moment of silence.

“ I’m sorry “.

She nods then leans her head against his shoulder “ she was a great mom. She loved me so much we were pretty much best friends, did everything together. Things were really tough for us but she always tried so hard to make life fun and happy for me. “

His mom did try, for a while. He always believed she loved him too. Then she ran off with some dude name Jeff she met at fucking Cracker Barrel. Seems like there was only so much love from her to be given to other people. And in the end Jeff won out over Billy.

“ What about your dad ? “

(Y/N) closes her eyes and takes a deep breath “ My dad was in jail for pretty much the biggest part of my childhood. Never for long but soon as he got out he found a way t get back in. When he was home he was — a rollercoaster of a person. He had times when he was the most fun person in the world, taking me to the fair and the movies and making up stories of make believe worlds. I love that man, that dad. But there were times, and they got more and more as time went on, when he was angry and scary and violent. Never to me but my mom was always on the receiving end of his wrath. I sat in my room covering my ears hoping the yelling would stop but then also fearing the moment it would because the silence was even scarier. When she was yelling at least I knew she wasn’t slumped on the floor bleeding or crying. “

There’s cold and hot shivers running up and down his spine as he listens to her story. If there’s one person in this world that he wishes he could take the pain from, it’s (Y/N). If he could just take it from her and put it all on himself, he would.

“ I was 10 when I called the police after finding my mom unconscious on the living room floor and dad gone. They arrested him again, put up a restraining order. Mom and I moved to Hawkins to be with my grandparents. Then she got sick. She died when I was 12 and I stayed with my pop and nan for a while but they — they’re old. They aren’t fit to raise a teenager so when I was 15 I got myself emancipated. That’s why I work at HHTCY. It’s a requirement to show that I am capable of living on my own and being responsible. Dad tries to contact me every once in a while. I don’t want to see him though. As far as I am concerned my father died along with my childhood when I had to pick my mother off of the floor, bleeding and unconscious. “

Billy doesn’t know what to say, there’s no words in the english language to properly express just how sorry he is that she had to go through this. How much he wishes she didn’t. How much he just wants all the pain gone and wrap her in up in quilt of safety and warmth.

So he doesn’t say anything, just pulls her closer and places a kiss on her head.

“ Pretty girl, you’re probably the most badass person I know. “

She sniffles then glances up at him with a tiny smile “ you think I’m pretty ? “

When they arrive at (Y/N)’s place, Luke the cat runs up to them, rubbing himself on Billy’s leg and purring up a storm. Though he never considered himself to be a cat person, Billy can admit that he’s warming up to this one particular feline. Luke is fat and happy and content. Maybe Billy is even a bit envious of him. Oh to be a housecat. What a glorious life.

(Y/N) disappears in her room for a moment and Billy let’s himself slump down on the couch. His head feels better though it’s still lightyears away from feeling good. The night feels like a goddamn hurricane of emotions. His mind was so loud at first, felt like it was never gonna shut up with thoughts of what is and what could be. Now it’s quieter, softer. Like a cozy blanket has been draped around him. To keep out the cold. The noise.

Billy kicks off his boots and takes off his red shirt leaving him in a white wife-beater. Just as he is about to lay down on the couch and settle down for the night, the door to (Y/N)’s bedroom opens and she calls out to him.

“ Billy ? “

“ Hmm ? “

She doesn’t reply, just reaches out her hand towards him waiting for him to take it.

He does. No question asked. He doesn’t know what it is about this girl, and quite honestly it terrifies him, but he would follow her to the end of the earth. Something about her puts things in perspective. No matter how cheesy it sounds, how much it makes him look like a pussy, but this girl has changed his life in the matter of about a week. This girl has brought some kind of sunshine to him. Has put parts of his heart back where they belong.

Her hand looks tiny in his. It’s such a stark contrast, her soft smooth skin against his all rough and calloused. It shouldn’t feel right but it does. It feels like it the only thing that’s right in his life. It feels perfect.

“ I can not let you sleep on the couch in this condition. I — it’s too small for you and it’s uncomfortable. “

“ It’s alright. “

She just shakes her head. “ I don’t want you to sleep alright. I want you to sleep well. Comfortable and warm and cozy. “

She has the most gorgeous eyes he’s ever seen. Like stars. How fucking cheesy.

“ So what, you gonna let me sleep in your bed ? “ he jokes, teasingly raising his eyebrow.

He thinks his heart about stops when she bites her lip and nods, pulling him towards her bedroom. And it’s not because of any sexual implications. This feels so much more intimate than casual sex ever could. Just the mere thought of falling asleep next to her sends a weird tingling sensation through him. To fall asleep holding her. To wake up next to her. Messy hair and pillow print and sleepy eyes and tired smile and all.

“ Okay. “ and this time it’s his words that don’t come out as more than a whisper.

The morning sun shines through the curtains of (Y/N) bedroom window, enveloping the room in a golden glow.

Billy opens his eyes to the sudden brightness lighting up the room. A glance at the clock on (Y/N)’s bedside table tells him that it’s 9:42, they’re already late for school might as well sleep in. After last night’s events neither of them thought of setting an alarm.

Billy looks beside him to the sleeping girl still blissfully unaware of anything but her dreams. He hopes they’re good ones. A selfish part of him hopes there’s a place for him there somewhere in her dreams.

It’s a strange sensation to wake up in a girl’s bed when he hasn’t had sex with her. He doesn’t think it ever happened before. Strange. Not uncomfortable though. Not at all.

As if sensing someone looking at her, (Y/N) grumbles in her sleep then reaches out towards Billy. When her hands find his arm, she crawls closer towards him and cuddles into his side as if it’s no big deal. And maybe it isn’t. Friends cuddle all the time, right ?

Thing is, it IS a big deal. At least to Billy it is. He’s not cuddled with anyone is such a long time. He definitely doesn’t cuddle his hookups. That’s way too intimate. Way too personal.

Billy Hargrove never thought of himself as a cuddler but as he pulls (Y/N) closer and feels her warm and soft against him, he thinks he might have been wrong about that. If this is what cuddling feels like, he’s definitely a cuddler.

So he closes his eyes again to fall back to sleep with the girl in his arms that changes everything.

“ Can’t believe you convinced me to skip school. You’re a bad influence Billy Hargrove. “

Driving along the roads of Huckley, sunshine flooding the streets, the two chew away on their late late breakfast to go. Having agreed that there was no point in going to school after having missed quite a bit, the two of them decided to just head over to HHTCY a little earlier than usually.

“ We were late anyway. And don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy it. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life. “

(Y/N) gasps “ did you just quote Star Wars to me ? Holy shit, Billy Hargrove is a nerd after all. “

“ Ah shut up. “

He doesn’t want her to shut up though. He’ll gladly listen to her ramble on about some nerdy movies he doesn’t really give a shit about if it means she’s happy. If it means he gets to see her smile.

“ So what’s on the agenda today ? “ Billy asks before taking another bite from his bagel.

“ There’s a uh — group session. “ she says, glancing at Billy. Though her eyes don’t meet his. Instead they rest on the bruises scattered across his face.

“ Why are you looking at me like that ? “

“ Mmm, you know, a lot of the kids there come from homes where they’ve experienced domestic violence. Talking about it helps them, maybe — “

“ — I’m not gonna talk about my feeling with some looney doctors “.

“ You could talk to me “.

Billy puts the car in park but doesn’t get out, just stares straight ahead trying to find the right words. He hasn’t had anyone to talk to in so long it’s hard and scary to change his ways. He wants to talk to her it’s just so much to unpack, half of it he hasn’t even dealt with himself.

“ I know that. “

“ Good, that’s all I want. Always, yeah ? “

He nods and places a soft kiss on the top of her head before getting out of the car and walking towards the big brick building.

Even her hair feels soft and warm, goddammit.

With every story shared Billy gets more and more angry. His blood keeps bubbling and boiling at the thought of what some of these kids have been through.

It makes him acutely aware of the bruises littering his skin. Though he’s a big guy, he can take it. These are kids. Innocent kids who don’t do anything wrong. They didn’t ask for this. The dysfunctional family dynamics. The frustration and the stress and the blame and the hurt.

What makes him even more angry, is that some of the adults in this room, professionals or not, don’t seem to grasp the situations. They have a lot of nice words the shower the kids with. They’re empty phrases though, written by someone who’s never had to go through the struggles he thinks can be overcome with positive thinking and focusing on the good in the world. The happy things.

“ Try to focus on the good things “

Enough. Enough.

Fucking enough.

“ That’s such bullshit. “

It’s the first time he’s ever spoken up in any session, ever, which means all eyes immediately focus solely on Billy. Then again, maybe it was also because of the swearing.

“ Would you like to participate in our discussion, Mr. Hargrove ? “ Lydia questions, still slightly perplexed by the fact that Billy of all people is suddenly showing interest in the conversation.

“ Sure. I said It’s bullshit ! “

“ Excuse me ? “

“ Oh you heard me. This whole thinking positive shit is old news. That stuff doesn’t work for someone who comes from a completely normal family and it most certainly doesn’t help when your dad thinks a new black eyes would really suit you. There’s no positive thoughts to fall back on when you’re all alone in your room with nothing but yelling from downstairs and the fear that once this fight is over you’re the next to feel the wrath.

A positive side doesn’t exist for most things in my life. In those kids’ lives. The good stuff is fine and the bad stuff is real fucking bad. Horrible. No happy thoughts for those days when you’re covered in bruises and blood from your nose courtesy of your father’s fist. You tell those kids that one day the good is gonna outweigh the bad. How can you be so sure ? Cause I can tell you right now, so far I can’t confirm that. “

“ Billy “ (Y/N) approaches him, placing her hand on his arm. He doesn’t shake her off though he’s not finished.

“ Stop telling the kids that the storm is gonna blow over. Maybe it will but the damage is done and It’s gonna weigh down on them for a long time. A long ass time. And you get so used to feeling nothing but anger and sadness. So when a good thing comes in your life, it’s fucking terrifying., because what if this too ends up leaving, what if you mess up this good thing ? “ he says then look over towards (Y/N) then back to Lydia “ You don’t tell ‘em that, do you ? “

Billy doesn’t wait for an answer, just rushes out the room, hands clammy at the anger and frustration cursing through his system.

He leans against the cool brick wall of the building, taking drag after drag from his cigarette trying to calm his nerves, as a pair of arms wrap around his middle from behind. (Y/N)’s places her head between his shoulder blades just holding him close for a moment. Billy thinks his heart might combust right there and then. She seems to have a magical ability to take away all the anger, all the pent up rage. And in its place there’s only calm.

The cigarette drops from his hand and he toes it out before placing his hands on hers, taking one of them in his and placing soft gentle kisses on her skin.

What is this girl doing to him ? And why is it both insanely scary and absolutely wonderful ?

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soranihimawari · 4 years ago

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Hi Scores & Taiyaki

Welcome back to part 3 of the Kuroo x 1st person fic. This will be the last installment for now unless I decide to use Social Dummy again to continue the character’s relationship. But first things first, thanks for reading this and major shoutouts to @vbcshenaningansnwritings for reblogging my stories & @kaidasen for encouraging me to post these drabbles/drafts/fics. ::hugs to you::

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The weeklong camp had come to an end before it had begun. I had a lot of fun hanging out with the girls during the end of camp barbecue. There were a few instances where I had to chase after Bokuto to remind him to not steal so much food from the different grills, but he just laughed it off before running away with a plate full of food for Akaashi. Kuroo on the other hand, was busy keeping track of his protoges, Kenma and Tsukishima (another tall middle blocker from Karasuno) by also doing the same thing. There was a moment before the visiting teams started to pack their belongings where Kenma tugged on my sleeve to pull me aside causing my conversation with the female managers to be cut short. (We had already traded contact info during the many nights we stayed up exchanging stories of their teams antics, so we all decided to text each other later).

“Everything ok Kenma?” I asked when we stopped walking. There was a safe distance between the side of the building where we stood and the other members of the teams.

“Kuroo seems to really like you,” he said in a low tone. I nodded as I kicked the invisible pile of dust on the concrete floor. His console was tucked away in his track jacket pocket, but he continued to play a different game on his phone.

“I have a feeling that I already know,” I replied with a smirk.

“Good. Because I couldn’t get him to shut up about you after you helped Lev out the other day.”

A chortle escaped my lips, “I see. Well, if that’s all you wanted to tell me, then I guess we could head back. C’mon, Karasuno is about to leave now too. Let’s say bye to Shoyo & Tsukki.”

It seemed as though everyone had begun saying their farewells by the time we returned.

***

Summer vacation quickly ended for me as soon as it had begun. Classes were starting again the following day, so naturally by the time I had arrived back home, I greeted my parents before calling my close friend, Riza.

“Kenma confirmed to me that Kuroo does like me and we may or may not have spent more time alone after lights out,” I explained collapsing on my mattress.

“Oh ho ho,” Riza chuckled on her end of the line. “So, the tom cat finally came around to liking you? That’s terrific. All of his fans are going to be heart broken when you guys go out on your date next Saturday.”

“I know. I am not looking forward to receiving those glares from his exes though.”

“Meh, you’ll be fine. They were the ones who let him go with the exception of Angela though. Those two always fought, but I am glad you two never really fought. Well, maybe except in trig when you both arrived at different limit answers, haha.”

“Of course you’d remember how well he took being wrong, Riz.”

“Mmhm. I gotta back my friend up whenever he assumes he is the smartest in the room. Anyways, I’m gonna go prepare for bed. See you in class tomorrow.”

“Okidokie. Meet at the convenience store at seven?”

“I’ll be there. Later Kat.”

***

The days seemed to have blurred together, but with both Kuroo and I heavily invested in our separate clubs outside of school hours, we barely had any time to discuss finalizing our plans for our arcade date. On Friday night before our date, I received a call from him. He seemed a bit stressed out, more so than usual, but that was to be expected since the team had a qualifying match scheduled in a few days time.

“Coach is making us have an extra practice on Wednesday and that’s when this chem lab is due. There’s also this make up test I have to do for history and I’m falling behind in trig since I can’t really find the time for homework. Kat, I don’t know what to do.”

I was seated at my desk in front of my computer screen in the middle of typing an essay for English class. It was a three to five page paper discussing the themes of Westernized fairy tales which I stopped writing because clearly, Kuroo needed someone to snap him back into focus.

“Take a deep breath first,” I heard him inhale and upon his exhale, I continued. “Good. Now, listen to me carefully Tetsuro: meet me in the library after class on Monday. Bring all your materials for the classes you fell behind on. I’ll make copy of my notes and bring a pen to correct your mistakes on the trig quizzes since you got an 80% last time.”

“Our second date is a study date, huh?”

I chuckled. “It can be. Let’s survive the first one, yeah? The forecast called for rain tomorrow afternoon, so hopefully we won’t get caught in it on the way back.”

***

I arrived first to the arcade around 17:50. I was dressed in the best casual attire I could think of: navy wide leg pants, a white dress shirt paired underneath with a lemon yellow camisole. My shoes were black rain boots and my hair was left down. Kuroo came a few minutes later dressed in an all black street ensemble attire that made me think I was a bit out of his league (more so than before).

“You did not have to come here looking like an idol star,” I teased when he reached out to hold my hand.

“And you didn’t have to either,” he said with a smile. “Let’s go inside to play Street Fighter II again, yeah?” I nodded.

A few hours passed us by as we kept reloading the game cards playing different arcade games ranging from fighting games, TETRIS, and music games (like JuBEAT FESTO). Kuroo’s cat like smile made me more competitive when he failed the last song of JuBeat.

“Move aside, lemme see if I can beat your score sir,” I mused. I swiped my card and selected my first song and the speed. The tiles began to glow with the first few notes coming from the machine. There were a lot of encouraging words coming through the screen: “Combo!” “Perfect” “100 note streak!”

“By the time my round ended, the title card illuminated with a new hi-score slot waiting for my initials to be put in.

“If I wanted to date Kenma, I would have just taken him here,” Kuroo muttered under his breath. “Well, you win. I bow down to you, Kat-chan. Queen of JuBEAT FESTO.”

“You don’t have to, but maybe we should go? It’s almost 20:30 and I don’t want to stay out too late. Let’s go grab a bite to eat, yeah?”

There were a few food cart vendors located down the street from the arcade. Their carts were lined up against the entrance way of an old park where there once was a sunflower field. Years of urbanization caused the flowers to no longer be planted, but in their stead, a field of peonies were grown. I took a seat on one of the benches facing the flowers. A warm smile graced my lips as I leaned down to pluck one off the field.

“Such a pretty flower for a pretty date,” Kuroo’s voice made me yelp in surprise. He cackled as he extended one of the taiyaki he bought toward me. “Here, I got you a taiyaki.” I took one of the fish shaped pastries an thanked him. We raised our fishes to each other and began to munch on them; we sat there for about half an hour making the time pass by playing a question game with each other.

“Your turn,” I reminded Kuroo with a nudge of my elbow. “Ask me anything you like.”

“Alright,” Kuroo replied. “Hmm...I got it! Kat, how many dates do we have to go on before I ask you to be my girlfriend?”

I leaned forward and folded my arms over my thighs, a hum drawn out into the air. I made direct eye contact with the peonies, the one I plucked remained on the bench. He had a puzzled emotion worn on his face.

“As many as it takes for me to believe you actually like me. Kuroo,” I swallowed thickly. “You’re someone who would break up with a girl over the fact that they bore you or that they didn’t understand your commitment to your team as captain. It’s going to take some time for me to believe your emotions toward me are genuine. Sure, we had fun at training camp, but I need you think this through. Are you sure you want to be with me?”

At this point, Kuroo stood up and immediately crouched down in front of me. The summer breeze made his hair dance in the wind along with the blooms behind him.

“I’m sure,” he replied. A hand of his combed a few pieces of my hair behind my ear; he grabbed the plucked peony blossom and placed it behind my exposed ear. “See? You do look more glamorous with it in your hair. C’mon, I suppose it’s time for me to walk you home.”

He pulled me up off the bench and placed a light kiss atop the crown of my head.

We arrived at the fork in the sidewalk where we would have originally had split up before, but instead Kuroo escorted me to the front courtyard of my apartment complex building. He held my hand the entire walk over, telling me more stories of his childhood with Kenma up until the time Kenma turned twelve and they climbed a tree to rescue a kitten.

“And that’s how Kenma had his first pet,” Kuroo said, a triumphant smile over his face.

“So it seems,” I replied, a shortened giggle fell out of my mouth. He raised my hand to his lips, thanking me for a wonderful outing. His thumb traced over my knuckles lightly. I removed the flower from behind my ear before offering it to him. He pushed it back toward me before he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze.

“Keep it, sweetheart,” his voice told me. He leaned down again and kissed me, slowly to quiet my irrational fears of not being wanted by him. One kiss was all it took for both of us to come to terms with our outlook on each other. My eyes fluttered open, my hand still wrapped around the peony’s stem. He kissed my cheek when I wasn’t looking directly at him.

“Go on upstairs. I’ll leave after you go,” he told me in an hazy tone. He squeezed my hand gently.

“Thank you for today,” I began as I turned around to open the door of the lobby. “See ya at school next week.”

***

About a month and half after our first date, Kuroo and I found ourselves curled up on the couch in his living room with a Ghibli film playing in the background. His arm was resting comfortably against my waist, drawing small circles on my skin. I turned my eyes away from the tv to look up at him before I decided I was done watching the film. I committed the minute details of his face to memory.

He cocked his head to the side with a curious brow lifted toward me right up until the moment I initiated a kiss. Kuroo did not object to this sign of affection pouring from me. His hand moved away from my waist to my back, then I felt his arms loop behind me to pull me over his lap. I found myself wrapping my legs around his waist as my hands made their way on to the fabric of his shirt prior to me holding on to it for balance as he began to work on deepening our kiss. I found myself smiling into every kiss he gave me, stealing every ounce of air he had inside his lungs. He rested his head against the crook of my neck, his breathing uneven.

“Three years of wondering what it would feel like to have you alone like this,” his voice reverberated gently against my skin causing a blush to dance across my face. Slowly, I felt his lips imprint open mouthed kisses up the side of my neck. He was gentle with me at first, much like the first person to kiss me like this. My breath was caught in my throat and it seemed he didn’t care as a whimper escaped my lips in anticipation not knowing where his lips were headed to next. Damn this boy, my inner thoughts cursed at him.

Each kiss gained momentum the closer his lips grazed against my own. In the past couple of dates that we had had, I mentioned off hand to Kuroo that if he were to kiss my neck, even playfully, I’d crumble beneath his touch. Smooth ass mother fucker, I thought.

“Shh...” I hushed him within a few seconds when I felt his one of his hands disappear under the back of my shirt and the other stabilized the back of my neck. I’d like to think he counted how many layers of clothing there was between us, but his coarse hands roamed my body curious to know how soft my skin was.

He pushed me forward, causing me to crash on to his demanding lips again; his hands were wrapped around my waist and mine laced lightly around the back of his neck, giving me more support to push myself into him more. His mouth was compressed against mine, yet this kiss remained as light as we had intended it to be. We sat like this for a few moments before our lips began to move rhythmically over the other, the pace being set by him.

I exhaled through my nose, not wanting to let go of him. There was an overwhelming feeling of mutual relief toward each other finally seeing what we could be. Relief raced out of hearts for a moment only to be replaced with this sense of combined eccentric panic, and lust. More, I thought. I need more of this kind of physical affection.

Kuroo’s hand on the small of my back travelled higher in an attempt to pull my shirt over my head, to which I shook my head in agreement.

“It’s too hot,” I said, lifting the fabric over my head and tossing it to the side. Kuroo’s eyed my exposed top half through running his hands up my sides. My chest rose and fell with every touch his grazed my skin.

“I concur,” he said. I shrugged before I leaned down, hands pressing his shoulders back on to the back of the couch. From there, I began my barrage of open mouthed kisses down his neck, leaving bite marks behind his ear. Hearing him hiss an exasperated sigh when he pulled me toward him causing me to stop.

My hair hung over my shoulders as Kuroo tilted his head up again to press his forehead against mine. He and I exchanged a few words making sure the other was doing ok; most of our replies were done in a hummed tone of the “yes,” variety.

Our heart rates needed to return to a normal pace prior to us continuing where we had left off. Kuroo’s playful shine in his eyes and smirk told me everything I wanted to know. I caressed his cheek when I pulled away, the inside of my palm warm from his flushed face.

“Kat,” he breathed my name so effortlessly it caused me to stop stroking the side of his face.

“Hmm?” my vocal chords vibrates at the sound of my name. “What is it?”

Suddenly, I took note of how Kuroo’s eyes were trying to refocus themselves on my face; pupils dilated meaning he felt the rush of serotonin enter his system. He shifted his weight underneath me and whispered something along the lines of “you’re staying over tonight,” in my ear to which I nodded. I didn’t have time to wait since I felt him stand up with his hands under my thighs.

“W-woah!” I said, stifling a laugh when I moved my arms around his neck for balance. “Where are you taking me?” As if I didn’t already know the answer. I arched my eyebrow up at him with a teasing expression.

“My room,” Kuroo answered, his eyes crinkled with a smile. “To continue where we left off kitten.”

#haikyu!! fiction #kuroo x 1st person pov #part 3 of 3 #another miniseries is done!

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darling-blurbs · 5 years ago

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Angel Of Hogwarts Information

(This has been an idea forever and I want to write it. Expect sh*t posts)

You have heard the story of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the lightning boy, the boy who had everything but his parents and a stable home life. You heard about his adventures in his perspective, what he saw, what he thought he saw, and what he heard. But in the Point of View of an outsider, an outcast, a Slytherin QUEEN. Everything is not as it seems. Even if you were known as the Angel of Hogwarts, the Queen of everything pure about the magic. A girl who watched so many lives leave before her own eyes. The love and life of Hogwarts is back after so many years. And when the angel is there, something big must be happening.

(Swearing is a common thing. You have been warned.)

My Characters (As we all know what the other HP Characters look like. I might Reblog this if I don’t have enough pictures. All FC’s are aged up versions of them as it is difficult to find a 12 year old boy with white hair. >.>)

♝Thomas Sunnie Death is a 7th year Hufflepuff at the beginning of the story. He is the only Hufflepuff in his family which makes him a little annoyed at the constant teasing of his younger brothers.

♝Jack Darhk Death is a 6th year Slytherin with the love of silent trouble, unlike his younger brother Killian. He is as sneaky as he is manipulative.

(His gif isn’t working for me and idk why and I’m worried it won’t ever work rn) ♝Archie Kinder Death is the eldest Ravenclaw, but not the smartest, of the family. Archie is only good in the history department of things. Did I mention he is a 5th year dumb boi who is a Ravenclaw.

♜Oliver Orion Death is the most intelligent of the family. Being a fourth year Ravenclaw as well as the person in the family who knows the entire pi formula and more. Despite living in 1991, he has the intelligence of someone in 2030. (If we are gonna be that intelligent) He is someone to go to if you need help, but for a price. He knows everyone’s secrets yet his cost is your darkest one. He is the blackmailer of your nightmares. People tend to avoid him and go to his younger twin for help.

♜George Lavender Death is the only Gryffindor of the family. You must be truly desperate to go to him for help with anything other than the art of flirting. The more... emotional twin, he is known to help with other’s emotions and sometimes ‘fixing them’ as people hear. If you are sad, talk to him and you will be happy in a few moments. Odd that the least Gryffindor is a Gryffindor but the hat knows things that we don’t even know.

♞Killian Killer Crow Death is a third year Slytherin. To an outsider, he might just seem like a hothead who doesn’t know anything. A Gryffindor if you didn’t see his robes. Sadly, that is not the case if your the newest victim meat. He is more cunning. Using his elder brothers for source of blackmail for being he actually hates, not the people he starts fights with, those people are just pawns in the game.

♜Mikey Adam Death is a second year Slytherin. Being over protective of the angel of the family is his thing. You learn very quickly that angry silence is an awful thing.

♛/♚Esther Angel Death is the Angel as well as Queen of Hogwarts. She is a Slytherin which makes up for her kindness. Many people think she was misplaced but her mind is more evil than you think. She lived to see the Salem Witch Trials. To see Dumbledore go to school. To see Salazar Slytherin see his sister die in his arms because she was stupid. Esther is a different being all together. A Fallen Angel. A wanderer. Whatever she is, she is strong. Tom Riddle knew her before he became Voldemort. He thought she was stupid which was his mistake. Esther vowed to end him. But not until her assignment said she could sadly. Through every life, she discovered life is too quick. Life is to short. Being numb to the feelings in her heart made it turn black in hate and vengeance for so many wizards and muggles alike. Tom Riddle fears her, the Minister is terrified of her, and Dumbledore sees her as an old friend, which she is. Your Queen is back with anger as well as a cunning mind.

♞Teresa Occisor Death is the mother of the Death Children. Brought up in an assassin loving family makes you a bit protective. Raised to be a killer a witch in a pureblood family makes you feel things. Her family, which were called the Seikatsu Family, are filled of killers loving people.

♜Damien Kirā Death is the father of the Death Children. Loving his children equally was not something to describe him. Instead he loves his daughter a lot more than his sons. Maybe it’s because she is the only girl, or maybe because she is the youngest. Whatever the reason, Damien is very protective of his daughter. He feels at ease whenever he knows that she has her brothers with her.

About the Death and Seikatsu families: Known to be trained very young, all of the Seikatsu and Death Children must either be trained to be info broker, murderers, or Animagus. From birth, they are tested to see what they will become. If they don’t have the guts to kill, aren’t smart enough to be an info broker, or aren’t patient enough to be an Animagus, then they are either trained to become something useful or they are killed by the killers for target practice. If, somehow, A Death or Seikatsu child has the guts to kill, the intelligence to be an info broker, the patience to be an Animagus, and show powers unimaginable, they are called the Queen of the family. The Queen is the call shooter from birth. The most powerful piece as well as the most dangerous. Of course the king is also important but the Queen is the most important in the family.

The Children of the Death and Seikatsu Families information: Children of the Queen of the Seikatsu family and the King of the Death Family? Be scared. They are trained harder but at the same time, they are the product of two famous beings who have powers and patience as well as intelligence. Being Wizards are powerful enough but also being children of two of the most powerful people in the muggle world, can give you so much patience. The children of the Death and Seikatsu families became Animagus at the age of 7. Early it might seem but the two families have always been known to be able to become Animagus early. Each of the children have roles in the game. With the Queen also being the King of the family. The most important as well as the most powerful.

Angel of Hogwarts Information: Born to the first witch and Wizard, a young girl that was named Angel for her kindness hid her powers. Her parents were the first on the chopping block. The first to be killed. So many other wizards and witches were born after that. Like the heavens above wanted that. Angel was enraged. She screamed when her parents died. She died some time after to the chopping block. She opened her eyes to see a gray room. Being born in the time of a date never recorded, she never saw something so clean. Two tables were in front of her, both with a piece of paper. A man with black eyes and black hair in a red suit to her left and a man with pure white eyes and white hair in a white and gold suit to her right sat down in chairs. They offered her another chance at life. Both with a job with her to do. The man on the right said that he would give her angel wings which would turn black depending on the assignment. All she had to do was what he asked. The man on the left scoffed and said that he would give her the power of flames that could come out of her hands if she did what he asked. The man on the right countered that saying that he would also give her a chance of protective care. The man on the left said he would give her the power of Fear. Angel put up her hand to make the two pause. She asked if she could take both offers if they kept their promise of powers and wings. The both agreed. Then on, Angel got reborn, again and again. She would only parish if she asked the man on the right and the man on the left. Whom she called Brother. She would also parish if something killed her that was as supernatural as her, let’s say a demon or angel blade. Her Brother said that her name would be Esther, after a Queen.

The Power of Fear and what it can do: Like Fear Manipulation, it can create illusions of someone’s fear. Unlike it, they don’t have to be that person’s fear nor an illusion. Let’s take Orion above, Orion is a winged panther. Winged Panther’s are not real in the world Esther lives in. Winged Panther are people’s fear. It’s like the fear of a monster in the closet. She created Orion by accident. He was a child’s fear. From a book they read. She created him just testing out her new abilities when she was first reborn. Orion has his own personality and his own powers. One being invisibility as that child’s fear was being alone and being invisible can make you be alone. Fears have minds of their owns and develop personalities the longer they are out to play. Fears also are very protective of the user. No matter what their personality is they will kill people if their user is threatened or harmed.

Orion’s other form ^^ Since you can’t have an invisible panther that could probably bump into everything, following you everything.

Onwards onto the story

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