#billy w/ a knife: we are all going to live in this house and be domestic or i will begin committing acts against god-

[sethcertified]

「 SCREAM FOR YOU ! 」 . . . 📁 2.5

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

wrd count : 375

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . a secret meeting discussing the life and death of [name]

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

Two men sat alone in the empty house. Tension stifled the room in which they sat. A Halloween costume with a small, white voice-changer laid at the table next to a knife.

"We have to kill him, Stu. He's going to get too close. Better now than never."

"W-We can't!"

Billy slammed his fist on the table as he stood up, "Oh, please! He already thinks that Casey Becker was personal! I'm sure he thinks you killed her too."

Stu glared at Billy who dominated above him, "You're being paranoid, man. [Name] likes me too much to think I killed Casey."

"Doesn't seem like it."

"What do you mean by that?" Stu stood up and began to pace. Billy scoffed, "You have to be kidding! Did you see the way he ran away after you decided to be a fucking moron, and tell everyone how you gut someone! He knows. And if he doesn't; you're his number one suspect."

Stu began to bite his nails in fear. Did [Name] really know? It would destroy their relationship that he worked so hard to build!

"You know I'm right."

Stu shook his head, "We have to let him live. We can see where the cracks in our alibi are! Every movie needs a sequel, but we won't have a sequel if we get caught."

Billy sighed, "Fine. We'll keep him alive 'til the night of the party, but he's not getting out of there alive. Only me and you."

Stu nodded, but he didn't exactly agree with Billy's words. You were too good for just one movie. You were going to be their final boy; after all, what good movie series didn't have a final boy/girl? All he needed was to make Billy love you as much as he did.

Grabbing the costume on the table, Stu began to rehearse the plan in his head. Don't kill her just give her a scare then let Billy save the day. The warmth of the costume surrounded his body, and the only thing he could remember was the sound of your scared voice as he called from across the street.

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[chaos-grimlin]

Intro: No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story...

Marked( Poly! Billy Loomis and Stu macher x reader)

Word count: 1630

Chapter 7- Blood and Organs

^^^3rd still with Casey^^^

"Jason didnt show up till the squeal!" The man hissed out. "Now...im afraid that was a wrong answer" he said, going back to talking calmly.

"You...you tricked me" Casey muttered under her breath as she hung her head low.

"Lucky for you theres a bonus question"

Casey's head popped up as he said that.. Maybe Steve wouldn't die.. Maybe shed get to run out there pull the tape off of him and kiss and hug him..

But she knew that her wish was unlikely..

"But... Poor Steve.. Im afraid hes out" the man said, crushing Casey's already broken heart with those words.

Casey rushed to the patio door just in time to hear Steves muffled screams and a sickly sound of something spilling onto the floor.

Casey reached out her shaky hand and turned on tje patio lights just in time to see Steves head fall back and to see his organs slip out of his body and dangle from his gut.

Casey felt her body grow weak. All she felt was sadness and hatred for both herself and the man over the phone.

She wanted to do nothing but kick his ass, beat the man to a pulp and make his life a living hell.

Casey slid down the wall and moved back, she felt weak and angry, both emotions overwhelming her poor mind.

"Hey! Were not done yet!" The man over the phone growled out.

"Final question....are you ready?" He asked as Casey pressed the phone slowly against her ear.

Casey felt like giving up..she had already lost Steve...

"Please...please... Leave me alone...please" Casey begged through pointless sobs.

"Answer the question and i will" he said, a flirty yet evil tone returning to his harsh voice.

"What door am I at?" The man asked.

Casey cried more, her bottom lip quivering as her fingers grasped the phone tightly.

"There are two main doors in your house...the front door and the patio door..if you answer correctly you live"

Casey knew he was near..

He was close..

She could feel him watching her..

His eyes graced over her body and her saddened fearful face..

That face made the mans heart lurch with excitement as he licked his lips behind his mask, he couldn't wait to see what her insides look like spilled all over the grass..

"Dont do this.." Casey whispered.. The begging just made him want to kill her even more..

"I cant...i won't" she cried

"Your call" he purred.

Casey had a feeling... A feeling in her gut...

She peared around the corner just in time to see jer patio window smash open and a chair come crashing through.

Casey jumped up, her flight or fight sences kicked in, adrenalin pumped through her veins and she rushed passed the window and started to run..

Casey ran through the kitchen, smoke from the burning popcorn filled the air and burned her eyes, clouding her vision.

Casey grabbed a kitchen knife as she slowed down, she waiting as she gripped the knife in one hand and the phone in the other.

She walked closer to her window. At this point she knew someone was in her house and she needed to get out as quick as possible..

Casey opened her back door slowly, careful not to make a sound.

She slowly shut the door yet it made a loud click.

Casey's breath hitched in her throat as she stumbled and pressed her back firmly against the wall.

Casey was close to hyperventilating as she took in deep breaths, trying to settle herself down so maybe the mam wouldn't hear the thump of her heart..

Casey looked back into her house, her eyes fluttering back and fourth, trying to locate the murder in her house.

Then..she saw him..his tall lanky body covered in a black hooded outfit and a white mask covering his face, as soon as she saw him he rushed across the room, knife in hand.

Casey quickly pushed herself back flush against the wall, her shaky hand gripping the knife ever so tightly.

Casey looked out in the distance and she saw headlight....Y/n...

Casey didn't want her bestfriend to die like her boyfriend..but...just maybe

.. Y/n could save her...

Casey weighed her odds, looking back into the house and seeing the man creep around, looking for her...then she looked at the rapidly approaching car lights.

Casey dropped to her knees and quickly crawled passed the big window.

She saw y/ns car pull up into the path leading to her house.

Casey felt a ping of hope ignite in her heart.

Casey stopped crawling and looked back into the window only to see the masked man staring right at her.

"Aha!" The man said behind the glass

Casey screamed as the man punched through the glass and grabbed Casey's wrist tightly.

Casey punched the man in the face with the phone, causing him to unhand her and once he did.. Casey ran.

Casey ran along the sides of her house.. Stopping once she saw Steves lifeless body.

Casey hated seeing her boyfriend lifeless with his organs spilling and hitting the floor with a gut wrenching wet sound.

Casey kept running before her body wouldn't let her.

She was so close...

So close..

But the man jumped from the window and tackled Casey down to the ground.

Casey cried and groaned before pushing the man off of her.

Casey started running again, her legs moving as fast as they would let her.. But he caught up to her and clasped his clothed hand around her mouth and stabbing Casey in the shoulder.

Casey's breath hitched as pain flew through her body. Blood oozed from the wound as pain worse then she could have imagined pulsed through her.

The man pushed Casey down with a laugh.

Casey's whined as her fingers touched the blood that poured from her shoulder she looked at the wound as her breathing came out in sharp gasps and ecstatic cries.

The man crouched down onto Casey's torso and pressed the knife teasingly agaisnt her neck as giggles erupted from him..but... Casey knocked the knife away and the man replaced his knife with his hand.

His lanky fingers clasped around her neck and squeezed her neck tightly, cutting off her air flow.

The man choked Casey till she lifted her leg and kneed him harshly off of her.

Casey gasped for air as she laid there and heard Y/n hop out of her car. Casey heard Y/n hum to herself as she walked.

Casey fought to get up and once she did she stumbled and gasped for air, she tried to call for Y/n but her vocal cords were damaged from all the screaming and crying.

Casey saw Y/n skip up to the door, dancing to herself and humming with a sway in her hips.

Casey called out to her but her voice was barely over a whisper.

Y/n walked up to the door and knocked and to her surprise..the door pushed open.

Y/n knitted her brows togeather and stepped inside.. Only to see smoke filling the air and windows smashed. "What the hell?!" Y/n said with a cough as her eyes started to water.

Casey fell to the ground the the man was instantly on top of her

Casey reached her hand up and pulled the mask off the man and looked into his eyes as he pushed the knife into her chest.

"Casey?!" Y/n screeched out as she walked into the kitchen and saw the popcorn was on fire.

Y/ns eyes went wide as she quickly yanked the popcorn off of the stove and quickly put it out.

"Casey?! CASEY?!" Y/n screamed as she kept rushing through the house, her fear and worry getting worse as she didn't see Casey nor Steve anywhere..

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Y/n screamed out, goosebumps rising on her skin.

Y/n felt dread as she saw the patio door wide open.

Y/n quickly rushed out the patio door only to be met with the sight of Casey's boyfriend..

Y/ns hand flew up to her mouth as her throat tightened.. A feeling or dreed and guilt flooded her body..

She saw Steve sitting there.. Lifeless...

Y/n forced herself to look away and when she did...she saw Casey's body.. Handing from a tree with her stomach cut open and her organs showing.

Y/n felt her whole world crumble around her.. Her breath hitched in her throat and tears flooded her eyes.

Y/n felt so much guilt flush over her... Its her fault..

Y/n rushed over to the tree were Casey's body was hanging.

"CASEY NO! NO! NO CASEY!!" Y/n screamed out as she pulled Casey's down.

Y/n felt to the grass, cradling Casey's body in her arms. "No..no..no!" She repeated.

Y/ns hands became soaked with Casey's blood as her organs got on Y/ns bare legs.

Y/n cried hard... As she held Casey's body..

She couldn't let her go..

She didn't want to believe ber best friend was laying in her lap.. Gutted like a fish..

Y/ns looked at Casey's face and closed Casey's lifeless eyes with her bloody fingers.

"Im so sorry..im sorry its my fault.." Y/n screamed out, she screamed loud enough all of Woodsboro could have heard her....

Y/n was hyperventilating as tears poured down her cheeks and down her neck. Y/n let out cried and more crys even as she grabbes her phone from her pocket and dialed 911.......

If only she had gotten there sooner.....

[slasherscream]

billy x reader x stu moving in together w/ their s/o headcannons?

A/N: the sheer level of stress this would cause is incomprehensible. 

     billy loomis x reader x stu macher            ft. moving in together 

                                                     ——————– 

Billy is the one who suggests it honestly. He’s possessive. He’s clingy. He’s insecure. Triple threat? Dream guy? Precisely.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you (or Stu) it just is what it is. So after you graduate high school he wants you all to move in together like …. yesterday.

You can resist him for a little while on it but he wants it so bad that he doesn’t instantly turn into a huffy asshole the first time he’s told no (even though this is his natural state).

Instead he dials his manipulation and charm up to a solid ten™. He’s gonna get what he wants and for something this big he's willing to play it sweet and understanding until he gets it. The bastard.

It's just as much about keeping an eye on you as it is just a regular, clingy boyfriend mood of always wanting you around. Stu agreeing with the idea so readily and eagerly is mostly due to the second reason because he does #Not have the same ...issues...Billy has. He is, however, just as needy!

Once you get worn down by the constant badgering and annoyance ahem TLC?? Get ready because you ain't seen nothing yet in terms of trouble coming your way!

Rich boy Stu is obviously going to pay for this. No apartment because of their little “hobby”. He’s an only child so he can just get whatever the hell he wants so y'all wind up in a rented house (he offered to buy it but that was just #Too Much).

Just picking the places to look at was a nightmare. Stu wanted something close to people, ever the extrovert. Billy wanted something as far away from people as possible since people are fuckers (he should know). Constantly driving to places they've each picked out and having to stop fights before you've even gotten out the car.billy: in the middle of downtown?? are you fucking serious?? stu, mockingly: in thE MidDLE oF DOwntOWN?? aRE YOu sERioUS??                          and that’s just a disagreement in location. 

You want to know what fucking HGTV shows they’ve been watching behind your back to make them so fucking obnoxious about this. Did Billy just say something about the lighting of the kitchen?? You're going to have a fucking conniption. 

Eventually you get fed up with how extra they’re being about the whole process, which is already naturally stressful and time consuming, and confront them.

Determined to make you feel bad they reveal that they’re actually just stuck on picking the perfect place because this is such an important step in a relationship. It’s the start of a life together. Your first home (not a house       a home). They want it perfect. As perfect as the future they can imagine having with you. Sappy?? Yes. 

Stu did most of that admittance while Billy kinda looked out a window, busy grinding his teeth to dust at the emotional vulnerability pervading the room like too much perfume in a department store. This turns into sex which he is infinitely better at than talking. Also he admits to more shit (feelings) after sex like he can just pass off anything he says as?? Orgasm mush mouth?? Idiot.

Once you’re all on the same page you can work as the well oiled machine you truly are. It doesn’t take long to find a place after this.

Your suffering isn’t over by a long shot though. This is your first place together and other than clothes and personal items they want everything in the house to be brand new or new to all of you at least.

So now you have to fully furnish the place. Billy the edgelord surprisingly wants the place very cozy? Talking warm and bright colors. Soft throw pillows. Shit ton of trinkets. Picture frames. He wants your place to look like a family could live here. Wants it to look like it'd take forever to move out. The word minimalism (though he doesn't know it) makes him want to throw up.

Getting a mattress is bullshit because Stu likes his beds soft and Billy likes his firmer. It's like trying to pick a very permanent fixture of furniture with two equally annoying Goldilocks. The mattress salesmen wanted to die. You wanted to die.

You guys almost got kicked out because at one point to test the mattress you all made out on it? Also?? Jumping on them. Jumping on them like five year olds. How did Stu convince you to do it? Unknown. Billy sat on the bed dignified as you two did this. He’s being jostled but his face is absolutely impassive. The chaos jumped out. Stu tipped well at least.

They can both agree they want a TV in the bedroom though. Hooray for agreeing on something! But honestly? Don't let them do this. That means you'll never again know peace. Imagine knowing you have class tomorrow morning while Stu is sitting next to you in bed?? Spilling popcorn on the sheets and talking about the random final girl's breasts while Billy is telling him to not "get the fucking sheets dirty" while he is going off on a tangent about the unrealistic blood splatter?? Veto the bedroom TV.  

Stu doesn't really care about the decorating much?? Because he's not uptight like Billy. He just wanted to get a really nice place for the three of you. Now you've got a nice place            "Anything else is whatever man."

If pressed about something though he doesn't like white walls very much? Would rather some other color. Nothing crazy? Just ...not white. Light grey? Maybe a blue? Tan? Brown? He doesn't care! But if he's asked now he for sure wants to paint everything a non-white or only have white as an "accent wall" (seriously you're going to cry where are they hearing this shit??)

He starts to paint. Gets brushes. Rollers. Tarp. Tape. The whole nine yards. Gonna do this the right way! Doesn't even splash Billy with the paint more than twice (because he's an adult dammit ... and also because the second time it got too close to Billy's hair and the look on Billy's face was... scary).

He runs out of steam for this project so fucking quickly. Bless his heart. Admirably he probably gets one entire room done. Other than that? :/

The only things he doesn't half-ass are murder and loving you and Billy. He will never change! He will never improve! His brain power is limited and he's chosen his tasks. Like how you can only equip a Sims character with like three traits? That's Stu.

Doesn't just leave you and Billy hanging to finish it alone though (because Billy would literally stab him). He throws a "house party" where a whole bunch of his friends come over and help to paint. Then they get all the free booze they can drink and pizza they can eat while they watch whatever sports game happens to be on. You had to tell him booze comes specifically after the finished job because he doesn't have the foresight to know drunk twenty-somethings painting a house would be a nightmare. Crisis averted before it starts. 

The house has all new appliances of every sort because Stu wants the best of everything and has no impulse control. He doesn't even drink coffee but you have a brand new coffee maker in your kitchen one day. Billy the rat doesn't let things go to waste so he starts drinking coffee every morning. 

Are you into decorating? No? Better get into it! Stu did his one thing to personalize the house and you have to do something too. It's part of Billy's fucking...the word is anxiety but he'll never use it. He wants you to be so involved in the making of this space for the three of you like that would stop you from ever leaving it one day? Show visible enthusiasm or god help everyone. Can we get a therapist in here? Can we PLEASE get a therapist in here-

This is literally Stu annoying the shit out of you and Billy during the ikea trip. Stu wants so badly to get kicked out of IKEA just for the purpose of saying he was once kicked out of IKEA. Billy won't allow it because this is "fucking serious, Stu" and “we have shit to do”. Stu can thus only release his chaos energy with puns and he does it to the fullest extent. 

Setting up/assembling the furniture literally gets put on pause so the two can go out and murder someone because if they don't?? They'll kill each other. "Did you drop the fucking screws for this somewhere?? Do you want me to stab you with this screwdriver?" and "You know what? This is why I laughed when that shelf you put up fell on you, you dick-"

They come back in the dead of night soaked in blood and you come out the bedroom squinting at them. The coffee table is now set up. Yay?? 

Honestly all the aggravation and tiny fights are worth it once you're fully settled in? There's a sort of peace to Billy that he'd been lacking before. You guys have carved out this little spot in the world that's distinctly the three of you and just for the three of you and he loves it. 

He's much more confident about the relationship now than he ever was before. Let him make you a shitty cup of coffee in the morning and kiss your forehead only for Stu to grumble about how everyone should still be asleep because it's Saturday guys-

                           *cue sappy but quirky romcom music*

You're living a domestic fairytale that features a little bit more blood than average but hey? Isn't that a low cost to pay for true love? 

                                                     ——————–

[billie-ford]

1, 2

No Days Left

T/W: Description of graphic death

9

Never in her life had Billie gotten along with someone so well, and so easily. Well, other than Abraham but he was her blood, she had no choice. Glenn was different. He was happy, actually - strangely - happy, and the brightness of his smile had infected Billie like the plague surrounding them. She couldn’t remember the last time she really laughed but now she found herself giggling like a school girl with a crush every time Glenn cracked a joke. 

She showed him a picture of her son. “He looks like you.” She smiled with pride. 

“It’s been so long since he’s seen another person. I wonder how he’ll react.”

They laughed openly over a warm two liter of Mountain Dew and fawned over their mutual obsession of baseball despite how tired they were growing from the days heat. The painted hues of pink and orange that began spreading across the sky didn’t help their case. The group had dropped them off on the clearest road nearby, at least saving them a good few miles of walking before taking off to their enticing camp on the hill. “Hey, I know about that spot. I had a buddy who was workin’ construction on it.” Billie said. 

By the time they reached the back porch of the house the sun had set completely and the line of trees that felt like a safe force field in the morning became an abyss at night. They ascended the stairs carefully, each step on the aged wood creaking horribly. It was silent otherwise, eerily silent. Billie reached the window that peered into the kitchen and blinked her flashlight twice, a small signal set up between her and her husband to keep from startling him when she returned. But after minutes of waiting and a repeat of the blinking, both through the kitchen window again and up into the bedroom in case he had fallen asleep, she got no response. A bad feeling settled in her gut and she looked at Glenn with a frown of unease.

With his assist, they shoved their way into the home, the couch toppling into the counter as they did so and the loud thump of the wood frame caused the two to cringe. From her stance in the kitchen Billie could see the living room; the front window was busted and a boarded piece of wood was knocked out of its place. That bad feeling in her gut twisted like a knife and she called out to Hunter and Devin, nevermind the noise it made.

‘They left. They were in danger and Hunter took Devin and he left. He left me a note telling me where he would be and I’ll find it any second now. They’re safe. My boy is safe.’

She checked the basement, the bathroom, the closets and when she reached the staircase she froze.

There was blood. A lot of blood. Pooling from what she assumed was the hallway and trickling down the wooden staircase like a river. Glenn reached for her shoulder when she went rigid. Ascending the stairs, Glenn taking the lead for her sake, they could hear the growls that came from the other side of the bedroom door and saw a vast pool of blood that leaked from the other side of the door frame. A bloody hand print painted the doorknob, coating Glenn’s hand when he reached to turn it.

She had always told Hunter that it was the bite that turns you. If he, God forbid, got bit he had to get as far away from Devin as possible; lock him in another room, a closet, lock himself in the basement, go outside. Something! Anything! Just protect Devin. He didn’t remember. Why couldn’t he have just remembered? Glenn opened the door, lead pipe in hand, and when he did Billie finally fell to the floor with guttural wails.

He didn’t know how much blood could come out of a three year old boy. Not that it was something he ever felt the need to think about, but seeing how the beige carpet had taken on an unnatural hue of brown and crimson, it made his stomach churn. Hunter looked back with milky eyes at the sound of his former wife, torn flesh hanging from his jaws as he chewed. His big dorky glasses were skewed on his face, a chunk of flesh on his left forearm was missing and he was stained with his own blood. Glenn made quick work of the misfortune that had befallen the man, sending the lead pipe through an eye socket before the weight of his body went crashing to the floor all too heavily.

He had just met her, had just been laughing with her like old pals. Now his heart was breaking for Billie. My baby! Not my baby! You fucking bastard how could you let this happen?! You useless fucking coward! She clutched her chest as if her heart would fall out if she didn’t.

“Bill...” Nothing he could say would calm her. A mother torn from her child. He settled for crouching down and taking her hands that shook violently into his own. “Billie we need to go. Who knows how many have heard us now.”

“No! I’m not leaving him like this not my-” Another sob racked her body and she recoiled further into herself. She wanted to die with them, with her son. What remained of her son. “He needs to be buried, Glenn please. I can’t leave him here I can’t - I can’t do that to my baby, please.”

“Billie...” “I have to!”

He couldn’t argue with a distraught mother. A widow. If they stayed and buried them they had no chances of saving any daylight for the trip back to camp. They would have to sleep here for the night and Glenn knew how awful that would be for her if she wasn’t traumatized enough. Hesitantly he nodded and from a crouched position against the wall he watched as she wrapped her son with a sheet pulled from the closet. Whimpering her apologies to him as she did so.

She stood with a lackadaisical look in her eye and beckoned Glenn to follow her. “What about..him?” He pointed to Hunter’s corpse, which Billie had to step over twice to retrieve her son. Not once looking back into the room, Billie spoke with coldness that made Glenn swallow thickly.

“He did this to my boy. Let him rot.”

10

It was too quiet now. Not an undead soul in sight as Billie dug while Glenn shined the flashlight for her from the patio step. He offered to take the load off, to finish the digging but she refused, telling herself this was something she had to do. The sorrow behind her eyes was palpable, staring solemnly into the pit as she placed Devin’s body into it with the care of a mother placing their baby in a crib. Another sob began to shake her shoulders and Glenn pulled her into the tightest hug he could manage. “It’s not your fault, Billie. Remember that...”

They busted into a house just a few doors down. It was hours after midnight when Billie finished and nothing in her allowed her to step foot back into that house. She had shut herself in the attic while Glenn went back for supplies. It was a murder scene and somehow reentry was worse than the first time. It made him queasy to walk back into that bedroom, to step over that body while collecting what was useful from the room. He did manage to find another spare sheet, which he used to cover the body on the carpet. One of those things he managed to find within the room was a stuffed blue monkey inside the closet. It had to have belonged to her son. A new wave of sympathetic sadness washed over Glenn and he shoved the monkey into his duffle bag, trying to shake the thought of what he had witnessed hours ago to continue his scavenging.

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and admired the neatly hung framed photos of the family; A portrait of the three, Devin blowing out the candles on a birthday cake, Billie holding a newborn Devin, and what looked to be Billie and Hunter on prom night. He snuck the photo of Billie and Devin out of its frame and folded it into his pocket, hoping to give it to Billie in the morning along with the stuffed animal.

As he stepped away to continue his searching he felt the crunch of glass under his sneaker and lifted his heel to find a frame knocked to the floor. He turned it over to reveal a much younger Billie held securely in camouflage donned arms. She had a bright smile, her two front teeth missing, and wore a He-Man pajama top.

“Is that...” His brow furrowed, inspecting the photo. This tiny Billie was in the arms of someone Glenn knew. Someone he saw every day when he stepped out of his tent in the morning. Someone who had picked him up on the side of the road when the world had officially gone to shit. It was Abraham. Billie knew Abraham?

That photo too was taken from its frame and with sudden haste Glenn was bounding to the other house like he had just found the last golden ticket. Hey Bill! Your friend..or your brother or your..father? He’s still alive! He and his family are all okay! Does it make you feel better that his family is alive and yours isn’t?

However, she was asleep upon his arrival. The sunken bags beneath her eyes were darker than ever and her nose had run dry now. She had cried herself to sleep. Glenn slipped the photos and the monkey into her backpack and sat down on the nest of blankets beside her.

He watched her for a moment under the light of the moon. A sleeping person was supposed to look peaceful - that’s how it was always described in those romance novels his mom liked to read - but there was nothing peaceful about Billie. At least not now. Her fists gripped her blanket and the features of her face were so tightly collected that it almost aged her. Maybe seeing Abraham in the morning would help her cope with the events of last night, even if just for a second. That much the optimist in Glenn could only hope.

11

“Shut that shit up!”

Glenn awoke with a start. The walkie on the floor between them had crackled with life a few times before Billie swung a frustrated hand in his direction. It was Rosita’s voice on the radio, the worry in it obvious as she repeated his name, begging for him to answer. She must have been pacing most of the night waiting for the two and whoever else was bound to arrive. Now her distrust in Billie was beginning to resettle in her stomach, spitting “I knew it” to Dale when they never showed.

“Rosita? I’m here.” His voice cracked, his back and neck were sore from his position on the wood floor when he sat up to stretch.

“Glenn? Glenn! Are you alright? Where are you? You never showed- was it her? I told you we couldn’t trust her..”

“I’m fine, Rosita. We both are.” That wasn’t exactly the truth. “We’ll be back at camp before noon, no worries.”

“Do you want us to come get you?” “We’re fine.”

The line went silent before she responded with a curt fine. Glenn tossed the walkie onto his bag and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Billie had rolled away from him, curled completely against the wall. Whether or not she was sleeping he couldn’t tell, but he knew they had to get a move on.

“You up?” He spoke softly, his hand barely grazing her as he tapped her shoulder. Her eyes were open, though heavy lidded, and she stared blankly into the white wall. “We should get going soon.”

She remained silent. The air around them was uncomfortable but reasonably so. Glenn had lost anyone in that way and he could only assume this was the appropriate response. “A’right..” She finally croaked.

Her movements were weighed down but eventually she was moving; slipping her boots on and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Glenn?” “Yeah?” “We’re stuck.”

He looked back to where she was; stood over the open door and staring down into the hallway. His face twisted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

She pointed down disinterestedly and Glenn stood to see what she was looking at. As he got closer to her and the door he could hear it; the growls, the moans, the shuffles of clumsy feet. Fifteen, maybe twenty walkers were packed into the hallway alone and Glenn cursed themselves for never staying alert enough to here them. How did they even get in?

“What do you want to do?” She asked.

“What can we do?”

“Well...we can try and slide our way out that window, but that’s a two story drop. We can run down there and hop we get the jump on all’em or..well..there’s another way but I don’t think you’d like it much..”

“If it’ll get us out safe, let’s try it.”

12

Glenn gagged as Billie slathered his poncho-like sheet in the blood and guts of the walker he helped her haul to the attic. “They can’t smell you if you smell like them,” she reasoned, seemingly unbothered by the fact she was elbow deep in intestines. She swiped her dirty hands on herself when she was done and peered up at Glenn with question. “Ready?”

He nodded despite his clearly visible unease, so they loaded their supplies on their backs and stayed close as they descended the ladder, their breathes catching in their throats as they felt the bodies begin to bump up against their legs. Billie had a hand wrapped around Glenn’s wrist, keeping him close. ‘They must have been stragglers from the gas station herd.’ they were both thinking. It must have been that same herd that came through for Hunter and Devin, coming from behind Billie when she left that morning.

There was nothing like being up close and personal with these undead things; a multitude of awful smells and their skin felt like a leather saddle or a rubber boot. Depends on where they went bad. The worst part, however, was having their face so close; their eyes looking into yours but never once tearing to take a bite out of you, just milky, hemorrhaged orbs staring blankly into yours. Billie wondered what they could see; if they could see anything at all; memories, body temperatures, other walkers, anything.

It was nearly impossible getting through the hallway with how many of them there were stuffed in the narrow space and when they reached the living room they found just how the house was breached. The front door they had kicked in, splintered along the side, hadn’t locked when Glenn turned the deadbolt and the couch pushed up against it just never toppled over when it was pushed open. Billie shook her head - we’re dumbasses. 

When they made it to the clear street they ditched their blood soaked ponchos to the grass and dashed for Billie’s prior house. “I have my bike,” she shouted as they ran, “we can take that.” 

He wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline, the shock of what they just did, or the fumes that decomposing bodies released, but Glenn was laughing as they ran to her garage.

13

The cool metal of the shotgun action grazed Abraham’s fingertip as he looked out over the horizon for the fifth time since dawn. His worry for Glenn had grown tremendously since receiving the knowledge that Glenn had went off with some stranger, vowing to bring back a number of them. It had the ginger chomping at the bit to aim the barrel down the throat of any of the unfamiliars when, and if, they arrived. The sun was at its highest point in the sky when the camp heard the tutting of an engine in the distance and they all gathered to greet it, to get a look at the face that had helped there own out of that garage.

 Abraham strode through the group and their line of vehicles to greet the two, to check on Glenn’s condition, but as he approached the familiar motorcycle he felt the muscles in his legs weaken and he froze in his tracks. He knew that bike, that bike that she was always working on in the garage when he came by for a beer. And he knew those black boots that she had drawn a tic tac toe board on with a metallic sharpie. He knew those tattoos on her arms and those braids and that old Beastie Boys shirt. That shirt he had given to her when he outgrew it.

Helmet still on her head, Billie froze too, Abraham’s named muttered confused into the cushioned protection. It wasn’t long before the majority of the group had surrounded to greet their friend and his new companion, but when they saw Abraham’s clenched jaw and his firm brow they all took a concerned step back. It was obvious they knew each other - whether or not they were about to draw guns was the concern.

“Auntie Bill!” With a squeak, Abraham’s oldest shoved her way passed her father and into the arms of a dumbfounded Billie once she had removed her helmet and the woman caught her with wide eyed disbelief. “Oh, you stink!”

It was really them; Abraham, and Jane, Millie and the twins. Even Kenny, her old boss back at the auto shop, looked at her with a surprised smile. They had all made it.

“Y’all know her?”  Dale gawked at his leader.

Abraham finally smiled through teary eyes, “she’s uh...that’s my kid sister.”

The entirety of the Ford clan had Billie wrapped in their embrace, a heart-warming moment that could hardly be seen through their tears.

“You smell like a morgue, pup.” Abraham chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. He just couldn’t believe it.

“We kinda went through it to get here..”

“What happened to the others?” Rosita asked, “weren’t there supposed to be more?”

Billie and Glenn shared a look before he opened his mouth to speak. “They ran off before we got there.” She stopped him before he could. “Must’ve been afraid I wasn’t coming back.”

That was total bullshit, that much Abraham could tell from the far away look in her eye but now definitely wasn’t the time to press it. “I’m sorry, pup. At least you have us now.”

“You must be starving.”  Jane smiled warmly at her sister-in-law, taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Both of you, come sit. I’ll make y’all some sandwiches.”

No one had said anything to Billie for the rest of the afternoon, no one but Millie who was exuberantly showing how well she took care of the bunny Billie had once given her.

“You’ve been hugging it haven’t you?” Billie asked through mouthfuls of ham and cheese and slurps of PBR.

“Every night before bed.” “I could feel it. I told you I could.”

Billie winked and her niece - named loosely after her - giggled. Abraham watched the light-hearted exchange with a happy glint in his eye. It was almost dream-like to see his sister sat by the fire, washed off and healthy, playing with her niece’s messy hair and teasing her about the rough cut. But if it was in fact a dream, he would kill whoever woke him.

For fifteen years of his life he had walked this Earth having no clue who Billie was and when she was born he didn’t have much care for her. Only as she grew did he develop a love for his kid sister - the only thing he could thank his father for - and the last six excruciating months reminded him just how much she did mean to him now. Having her here, not a hair distressed on her head, he realized he just couldn’t live to be without her again. 

[stanbillyhargrove]

Demons Ending B pt 1

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Cat)

T/W: Self Harm (Cat), Abuse, Eating Disorder   Cat has a lot of issues

BIG WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT, DRUGS, SUICIDE

This will be a multi chapter series with fluff, smut, angst, all the things

Billy's POV

Living without Cat was hard. It left an aching hole in my life that I tried desperately to fill. I studied constantly and got a job at a mechanic shop downtown to fill out my days and keep my hands busy. Flopped down onto my bed after scarfing down dinner and passed out before I could start to dwell on the should of's, the could of's. But this weekend was important, it had been cleared in advance and was looming over me now. I started to wish I had filled the time.

Saturday morning came and I groaned in protest of the sunlight suddenly streaming through the window.

Max looked down at me, a tight, tired smile on her face, "today's the day, Billy. Gotta get up."

I stretched across the bed, a knot of anxiousness forming in my gut.

Today's the day.

As I got ready I thought about the day Steve and I had found her, bleeding out alone and I knew Steve would be drowning in the same anxiety I was.

I remembered what happened when we finally got to the hospital.

Steve and I walked into the hospital quickly. We were directed to a room by a nurse, her kind eyes taking in our red, puffy eyes and our stained clothes and gave us a sad smile before stepping out of our way. We walked into the room to see Cat lying in the middle of a stark white bed, a sheet pulled up to her chest. The air in the room was thick with silence, no beeping, no breathing, just, nothing. Steve choked out a curse and leaned against the wall to steady himself. I didn't move, couldn't move, I felt like I was frozen.

"I'm sorry, boys," the nurse soothed, "we tried everything we could."

"No," Steve breathed before walking up to the bed, "no. That...I..she..no."

The nurse laid a gentle hand on my shoulder, "you take all the time you need, okay?"

Steve held himself together until the nurse shut the door and the he exploded.

"Fuck!" He screamed, "we should have fucking been there!"

I wanted to scream, to go into hysterics like Steve was, but I felt too numb and disconnected to do much of anything. Steve started to sob, still cursing loudly as he leaned against a wall and slid down to sit on the floor with his head in his hands. I slowly dragged myself across the room to sit in the chair beside the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest to stare blankly at Cat's body. I didn't realize there were tears pouring down my face until I pushed my face into my knees and felt the wet spots growing in the knees of my jeans.

"I should have protected you better," I mumbled into my knees, "you were...everything and I should've done better."

How did this happen? Just a few hours ago she said she was fine, she was warm and breathing, alive. How is she just gone now? Why? What changed?

We sat there for a while until someone came into the room to ask if we were okay. We weren't. But we nodded anyway and pulled ourselves up to leave shortly after. We drove back to Cat's in stunned silence so Steve could take his car home. He stared at the house like he was afraid of it for a while before getting out of my car.

"Steve," I choked, right before he closed the door.

He looked back at me, eyes shining with more tears.

"Take the dog home with you."

Steve nodded slowly before turning to go into the house.

Now I was quietly bracing myself as I got ready, bracing myself to be crowded into a room of teary eyes and broken hearts. For the sullen quiet and the simmering guilt that hid under Steve and I's skin.

Except Steve wasn't there. Max and I had looked for him at the funeral but hadn't found him. Julie had clutched at me, weeping softly into my chest when I saw her. She wept about not knowing, not being around more. I chewed the inside of my mouth as I held her, trying to maintain my composure. Max offered Julie a watery smile when she finally released me to stand on her own.

"Julie, do you mind if I come get something of Cat's?"

"Oh, Honey, of course. Any friends of Cat's are always welcome in my home, you know where the key is. Would you make sure that Steve knows that too? I haven't seen him. Don't be strangers, okay?"

"Yeah, Julie, I'll make sure he knows," I murmured, "thank you."

She was whisked away by family but the underlying message of her plea rang in my head: please don't leave me alone.

When I dropped Max off at home she turned to look at me, "you coming home?"

Max had been clinging to me since Cat died, afraid that I would leave her too. Everytime I left she would stop and make me promise to come back. It was silly but I always promised, would even pinky swear if she asked for it.

"Yeah, Max, I'll come home. Promise. Just gunna find Steve."

--

It was starting to get dark when I found Steve at the quarry. I had checked his house first, then Cat's and then went back home to get Max to call her friends. Dustin was been the second person we called, he was also the only one who knew that Steve liked to go out there when he was upset. His car was parked haphazardly on the side of the first trail, and I had a moment of dread pass over me. If he came out here to jump...I'd bring him back just to kill him myself.

"Steve?" I called, stepping out of my car to look around.

I huffed out a relieved sigh when I saw him sitting by the edge of the quarry, staring into the distance with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. There were a bunch of empty beer cans littered on the ground around him.

I sat down in the dirt beside him, taking the bottle from his hand to take a large swig, "you okay?"

He scoffed, "no...nothing is okay anymore."

I chewed my lip and looked away from him, followed his gaze out over the quarry.

"Missed you today...at the..." I waved my hand, not wanting to say it.

"Funeral," he spat, "her fucking funeral."

"Yeah," I murmured, "that."

"I tried...was on my way but...I just couldn't do it y'know? It's not...it's not fucking fair, Billy."

"Yeah, I know."

"I mean...how could she fucking do that? We were only gone for a few hours..."

"We did all we could, Steve...we couldn't force her to do anything-"

He whipped his head around to look at me, fire blazing in his eyes, "bullshit! That's fucking bullshit and you know it!"

"Well, what else could we have done, Steve?" I yelled back at him.

"Fucking told someone! I should have said something the first time I found her! We knew she was sick and we just...we fucking let her die! Was keeping a secret worth that?"

"Well it's a little late to dwell on that, don't you think? It's done! She's gone! We can't go back and change what we did or didn't do!"

He threw the bottle off the edge of the quarry, the shattering sound came a moment later, "I killed her...you fucking killed her! She's fucking dead because of us!"

I felt his words twist in my gut like a hot knife and launched forward to knock him sprawling to the ground. We wrestled in the dirt, shoving and screaming at each other until Steve's screams turned into sobs and he pushed me off to the side. Panting, I took a second before sitting up to look at him. He had sat up and curled around his knees, burying his face to cry.

I shuffled over so I was sitting next to Steve, facing him, and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck to pull him to my shoulder and I finally let the tears fall that I'd been holding in for so long.

"I miss her too."

Steve's fists thumped weakly against my chest, "fuck you! I fucking hate you! This is your fault!"

I let him curse and cry, until he crumpled forward, empty of his anger.

"It's not fucking fair," he cried, "I miss her so much...I loved her."

"I know, Steve, I know. I loved her too."

We sat there quietly for a while, stewing in our sadness.

"Hey, you got any more booze in the car?"

Steve nodded and sat up away from me so I could go to the car. Inside were a few more empty cans and another bottle of whiskey.

"Jesus, Harrington, did you empty a fucking liquor store?"

"Fuck you," he grumbled, "it's not that much."

I brought the bottle back and sat next to Steve where we spent the next few hours drinking and telling stories about Cat. We laughed and cried until the bottle was gone and then Steve looked at me with dark, glassy eyes.

"Do you think she regretted it?"

I sputtered, trying to figure out what to say while Steve kept spiraling.

"Do you think she was scared?"

"Steve, I-"

"Do you think it hurt?...Do you think it would hurt more or less to go over the quarry?"

"Steve," I growled, grabbing his arm tightly, "it's time to go. Now."

I half carried Steve to my car so I could drive him home. He passed out on the way, his head lolling to the side as I drove. It all reminded me too much of finding Cat in the forest and left a sharp pang in my chest.

I tried to wake Steve when we got to his house but he was dead to the world and I ended up having to throw him over my shoulder to carry him inside. I set him down on the couch and brought a large glass of water and a bowl from the kitchen to place on the table in front of him. Then I pulled a blanket off the top of the couch and covered him with it before I turned and left.

--

I went to Cat's house the next day and spent a minute just quietly sitting on the edge of her bed. Her bed was unmade, the thick blankets she piled on were still rumpled like she had just got out of bed, a half empty bottle of diet coke that had now gone flat sat on her nightstand, and the faint scent of vanilla still hung in the air. There was a long black sweater thrown over the end of her bed, tossed there while getting dressed and then forgotten as well as clothes thrown on the floor, waiting to be collected and washed.

Nothing had been touched, it was frozen in time as if she were still here.

With a shakey sigh, I ran my hand along the material of the sweater and laid down across her bed, letting myself fall into the emotions. I missed her so much, it felt like my chest was full of glass, cutting and ripping it's way through organs until I couldn't breathe. I grabbed her pillow and pulled it into my chest, soaking it with tears.

When I stopped heaving with sobs and I was able to sit up, I wiped my face and noticed a notebook sticking out from under the other pillow. I sniffed and folded my legs up under me before pulling it into my lap.

"Billy?" Julie appeared at the door, looking tired and on the verge of tears.

"Hey, Julie," I mumbled," did I wake you?"

"Oh, Sweetie, it's okay. I was awake," her mouth tightened into a sad smile as she walked into the room.

"I found something I think you should have," she went into the closet and pulled out a shoebox to hand to me.

"Thanks."

She set a hand on my shoulder as she sat down next to me and I leaned my head into her shoulder with a sigh.

"I don't understand, Julie...why? Why weren't we enough?"

Julie's arm wrapped around me, her hand on the side of my head, "oh, Billy, I don't know. I've been asking myself the same thing. Thinking back and looking for signs that I missed. I've been to some counseling since...they told me you need to let those feelings out. Scream, cry, do something to let all that out. You can't let them sit and fester or they'll consume you. Cat let them consume her...we can't let them consume us too."

--

"Wheeler."

"Billy? What are you doing here?" Nancy crossed her arms in front of her chest, setting her jaw as she looked at me.

I clenched my jaw, annoyed that I had to come here for her help, "it's Steve."

She tensed, like a dog ready to attack, "what did you do to him?"

I huffed, "nevermind, this was fucking stupid."

I made it three steps before Nancy grabbed my by the arm, flinching back a little when I turned around.

"Jesus, Wheeler. I'm not gunna hit you."

She shook her head, "yeah, sorry. What happened to Steve?"

"Nothing...yet. But he's been weird, he didn't even come to the funeral. He spent all day drinking until I took him home from the quarry. I saw his car there and thought he... Nancy, he asked me if it would hurt to go over the edge."

Nancy sighed, rubbed her hand up and down my arm gently, "he loved her, Billy, and she died. He's going crazy, you just need to give him time."

I watched her thin fingers slide up the leather of my jacket, "I loved her too but I'm not about to jump off a goddamn cliff."

Her face tightened into a half smile, "it's different for him. He's all alone again, abandoned by someone else he loves. I know he always thought his parents stayed away cause he wasn't good enough so he's gunna pile this on himself too. Just be there for him until he gets himself together."

I nodded, "can you check on him too?"

"Of course I can...I didn't know you cared about him."

"Yeah, well..he's like my brother..hey, thanks, Wheeler. And don't tell anyone I came here for help, don't need people thinking I'm going soft."

She laughed, "sure thing, Billy."

Steve's POV

I didn't go back to school after Cat's funeral, not that I went much before it either, but after it I could barely function. I would only drag myself out of my bed to go to the bathroom and to restock my alcohol supply. Billy and Max came over sometimes, usually with some sort of greasy food to entice me out of my room with. It worked for a little bit but usually as soon as they left I found myself in that pit of emptiness again. Nancy came over too or sometimes would just call to ask how I was. I don't know why Nancy bothered to check on me, it usually left me feeling even worse when she came.

I knew they were worried about me, knew that I looked like shit, my clothes were starting to hang off me and my eyes looked dark and haunted, and that I was rarely without a drink but I couldn't bring myself to care.

"Steve," Billy huffed one night, "you need to snap out of this. It's been a month and you've barely left your house. What are you gunna do once the alcohol doesn't numb you anymore?"

"Fuck off," I grumbled, "I didn't fucking ask you to come check on me."

"No," he snapped, "you didn't. But I'm here anyway cause you're my friend. I don't want you to start hating me again but you've been a fucking asshole since Cat died. You need to wake up!"

"Well then fucking leave me alone! I don't need you here, Billy! I don't need anyone!"

"Fine," he huffed, getting up and leaving without another word.

--

Billy kept his word, not stopping by anymore, and I didn't see him again until the week before Christmas. I wasn't paying attention while driving to town and was going too fast around an icy corner and flew off the road. My car wrapped around a tree and my head smacked into the steering wheel, knocking me out.

--

I woke up, groaning and wincing when I tried to move. Noticed that my hand felt restricted, I couldn't move my fingers. A strong hand held my shoulder down and I opened my eyes to see that I was in a hospital room with Hopper standing over me.

"Take it easy, don't move too fast."

"What the fuck?" I groaned.

"You were drinking and driving, ran your car off the road."

"I'm not drunk."

He huffed, "not anymore. Doctors have a bad habit of sobering people up."

"Well, thanks. I should get home," I mumbled, trying again to sit up.

"Hey, not so fast. You could have seriously hurt someone or yourself. I know you've been going through it but I need to know you're not gunna do that again."

I rolled my eyes, "don't have a car now, do I?"

I saw the muscle jump in Hop's jaw, "Steve. This is serious. You could be in big shit for this but I'm willing to make it go away only because you didn't hurt anyone but you have to promise to get yourself together."

"I don't need your fucking pity, Hop."

He glared at me, pushed a little harder on my bruised chest.

"Ah! Okay, won't do it again! Jesus."

Hop moved his hand to let me sit up, his glare only easing a little, "good. Your parents are on their way home, Hargrove is on his way to pick you up. Doc's gotta go over some stuff with you before you can leave though."

I rolled my eyes but stayed in the bed, waiting to finally get the hell out of here.

--

A row of stitches in my forehead, a concussion, a couple broken fingers and a bunch of scrapes and bruises were what I left with. That and the order to try to stay awake tonight and do some memory testing exercises.

Billy got all the information from the doctor, nodding and listening intently while I scowled at my shoes. The ride home was quiet, the only sound filling the car being Billy's chain smoking. When we finally pulled up to my house, I got out of the car as quickly as I could, hoping to leave Billy behind. He was right behind me though, following me into the house and tucking something in the back of his jeans, hidden under his jacket.

"Jesus, Hargrove, why are you here?"

"Because Hop called me and asked me to bring you home, you fucking asshole! He said you nearly offed yourself driving drunk!"

"I wasn't fucking drunk, Billy, and I don't need you to babysit me!"

He scoffed, "oh, yeah, cause you're just fine, right? Remember who else said that?"

"Oh, go fuck yourself, asshole!" I yelled, shoving his shoulder with my good hand.

He caught my wrist and used it to twist my arm down with a growl to his voice, "look, Steve. I know. Okay? I know it fucking hurts and it's not fair that she's gone but I know you can't just decide to stop living too."

I winced at the pressure on my shoulder and tugged until he let go, "you don't know shit."

"Oh yeah?" His voice mocking, taunting, "why don't you let it out then? Tell me. What don't I know?"

I scowled and looked away, not knowing what to say.

"You can't love her back to life."

"I can try."

He sighed, "no, Stevie, you can't."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? Does it make you feel it, Stevie? Feel that she's gone? That you'll never hear it from her again?" Billy crowded in close to me, a snarl on his face that didn't match the sadness in his eyes, "well, guess what, that's not fucking going anywhere, that hurt. It'll always be there, Stevie, and you're just letting it fester in your gut. You'll kill yourself running from it, just like Cat did!"

"Fuck off!" I yelled, pushing him forward to throw a punch.

Billy's face whipped to the side when it landed on his jaw, a loud crack filling the air. His hand came up to grab his jaw, eyes wide with shock.

"Feel better now, Stevie?"

I didn't answer, just stood there, panting and shaking the pain from my fingers. Desperately wished for a drink.

He pulled a notebook from under the back of his jacket and dropped it on the couch.

"Didn't think so," he grumbled, turning to leave, "look through that, there's a box too. When you're ready, I have it...you need help, Steve."

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[in-tua-deep]

How do you think things would have changed if Five has come back even younger than in canon? Like if he came back as 7 or 8 or even younger? Also, I love your writing. You’re an amazing writer and I love reading your stuff.

first of all that would be hilarious because as much as media has tricked you into thinking older child actors (who are easier to work with) are younger (I mean case in point, Five is supposed to be thirteen but the actor is fifteen and those two years can make a big difference at that age) or animated movies can’t decide on a size for their character, but for real seven-year-olds in real life are BABIES

that’s like. the equivalent of a second grader?? I think i was about to go into year three living in the netherlands. I thought the year six kids were ancient. I didn’t care about bodily harm and would just hurl myself into cartwheels and handstands (nowadays not so much)

That was about the age I was losing teeth for the Very First Time and also the age I almost gave myself a concussion playing on the playground equipment (I blacked out and woke up in the nurses office lmao) and I thought the singing talents of Sandy from Hamtaro were the greatest in the world (the twirling ribbon song was formative for me)

seven was also the age for me that i realized that romance was The Worst because my best friend george decided that the pulling pigtails version of bugging me was a sure fire way to get my attention or something like that. but like,, george and me had chicken pox together. we pretended we were cheetahs in our treetop bunkbed nest together (we had a very loose grasp of the difference between cheetahs and jaguars and other big cats, admittedly). He was my best friend he didn’t need to pull my hair or anything rip

like can you even IMAGINE if five came back as a second grader?? yeah like maybe someone would serve thirteen-year-old Five black coffee but no one is going to just hand this baby child anything with caffeine are you kidding me

his feet wouldn’t even be able to reach the peDALS OF THE CAR

wow this would inconvenience him so much

i can’t even find a picture of my brother that young smh but here’s him and me when he was? probably about nine or ten and I was actually probably about six and smiling with a closed mouth to hide the fact that i was missing teeth or something smh

that is TWO WHOLE BABIES right there i’m just genuinely dying at the thought of Five popping out and he’s just. a gradeschooler. that suit would have been swimming on him and he’s got little chubby cheeks built to absorb shock and whatever atrocious child haircut he had at that age 

(i have posted before about my genuine shock that five was ten in the comics. ten!! that’s a whole baby! a child! W H A T)

but?? does he pop up from jumping through his portal and look in the mirror and find that he’s missing some teeth? Can he whistle air through the gaps? i’m just picturing seven-year-old five getting socked in the face and losing some teeth or something and diego is right there to patronizingly tell him that it’s okay they’re probably just baby teeth and five is about to punch diego’s teeth out in a second if he keeps that up by jove

imagine five jumping and standing on the counter and he still can’t reach the marshmallows because they’re on the top shelf of the cupboard do you know how angry that would make him?? he would have about 60% less time for his siblings bullshit than normal because his small stature can only hold so much emotion at any one time and he has decided to go with seething rage for the foreseeable future

can you imagine how difficult that would be for Allison though?? Five at thirteen was bad but Five-at-around-Claire’s-age??? a billion times worse and she’s probably going to either be super avoidant because it’s painful or full on protective mama bear

it would definitely change a lot of plot stuff because i mean. no one’s going to let this tiny child drive. he can’t reach the pedals, duh. however, he might persuade one of the siblings (diego and klaus, probably) to drive him to griddy’s instead? Because with the options being “so help me i will walk there myself. alone. at night. as a small and innocent looking child” and driving him and keeping him company i think the latter wins out

(i’d nix griddy’s altogether but i’m way too invested in hazel and agnes getting together tbh)

hey wait does being that young mean that five doesn’t have his umbrella tattoo?? huh. well regardless if diego and klaus accompany him then the plot point of agnes telling the assassin squad about the tattoo can still happen so i guess it’s a moot point

but honestly the drama of having this tiny child just. completely annihilate the hit squad is hilarious to me, and it would also hit home the fact that hey! five might be telling the truth about everything and isn’t messed up by time travel! i mean whomst the fuck else would walk into a room and zero in on the seven-year-old no one else knows exists or is assumed dead by literally the whole ass world (and even if they didn’t he’s supposed to be 29) and demand he come with them and shit like man

Klaus: hey five what do you have

Five, stabbing his own arm to take the tracking device out: a knife

Diego: NO

other fun points include: the siblings bodily picking five up and five behaving like a very aggressive small breed of dog while simultaneously being super touch-starved and secretly appreciating being carried but would never admit it (whilst sober that is)

either they kept the old uniforms and five wears that or they have to scrounge up whatever they can find which means that five is dressed in some of claire’s clothes allison found stuffed in the bottom of her suitcase until they can go shopping and i’m not sure which is better tbh

hazel and cha-cha assuming that five is actually either diego or klaus bc those were the two adults in the coffee shop with the umbrella tattoo and eventually being confronted with the fact that their legendary adversary is a gradeschooler

five just being. so tired. all the time. my bedtime at seven years old was probably like. 8:30PM. kids need a lot of sleep!! so just five trying to keep himself awake because he has important stuff to do!! but doing the nod and bob because he can’t keep his eyes open

the trying-to-be-helpful but mildly-condescending strangers who stop five or talk down to him increase by tenfold. Teenagers out an about on the street along? eh. a seven-year-old? five is going to get so many concerns “where are your parents, sweetheart?” that he IS going to snap and kill a well meaning middle aged woman in the middle of the street

in a similar note the number of people who assume that he is the child of whatever sibling he happens to be in proximity to also increases tenfold and five does Not Appreciate This (and neither do half the siblings tbh bc now they have to pretend that they are responsible for this tiny feral child)

“FUCK” five says, loudly, prompting gasps from the delicate natured passerbys. 

“you can’t fucking say that, dude, you’re like. a baby.” klaus says, equally loudly and making everyone in earshot 70% more scandalized

“I am not associated with them” diego informs the masses with an edge of desperation

luther is just. so massive next to this tiny version of five. he could hold him in like, one hand. and maybe luther at one point was really good with kids but with his new body he’s awkward and it’s very sad

no one bats an eye at child Five toting an Entire Half of a Mannequin that is probably as big as he is around. Billy’s kid is currently emotionally attached to a brick he found in the alley behind his school. Gertie’s granddaughter refuses to leave the house without an old sock filled with pebbles tucked under her arm. Gary’s stepkid found a piece of driftwood on the beach and now it’s in their bed every night. Kids are weird and at least Five’s has a face for him to talk to i guess??

instead of luther threatening dolores he just looks at five with this gun that is way too big for him to have a hold of really and just. reaches out and scoops five up under his armpits and he’s just furiously wiggling and growling and luther is like “nope not putting you down until we agree that murder is not a solution”

every interaction with the handler is probably about 112% more creepy honestly but also what about the job?? either five a) gets an appropriately child sized desk like the ones you find in an actual gradeschool or b) he gets some kind of boosterseat for his chair and just has to sit at this desk that is comically oversized for him

the squad go to a restaurant and the server brings over the menus and hands five a children’s menu. without a word klaus just plucks it from five’s hands and substitutes it for his own because they have been kicked out of six whole restaurants and he is willing to eat the children’s chicken nugget meal if he had to god damn it

the apocalypse doesn’t happen because vanya is literally incapable of hurting a grade schooler right in front of her regardless of how pissed off at her family in general she is. that is a whole child. vanya works with children for her job. she can’t hurt an entire child in front of her?? like she can destroy the world and all the abstract children but this one child right in front of her? who is also her long lost brother and former sole confidant as children who wasn’t there for any of the general bullshit she just went through?? not so much

but like. even after the stop the apocalypse there’s still the issue of what to do with this entire child. like at least as a teenager five would be able to be somewhat independent but seven-year-old five can’t reach the sink to wash his hands without a step stool 

just the squad coming together to look after five without quite letting five know that’s what they’re doing because they don’t want to wake up to a knife in their chest or anything smh

five and claire meet and become an unstoppable duo of terror. patrick is an actually competent parent who is so exhausted 24/7 from raising his daughter that he just accepts five immediately because?? his brother-in-law being a time travelling 58-year-old in the body of a grade schooler who is partially feral from over forty years alone and probably has untreated ptsd? okay might as well happen

patrick “i didn’t trust allison with a child and yet i still trust her way more than the rest of you so i’m going to schedule five a doctor’s appointment or something because god knows he’s probably not up to date on his vaccinations and he’s hanging around claire and i doubt any of y’all even thought about that” hargreeves

the hargreeves all go to an amusement park as a family bonding activity. the mistake becomes clear when it’s revealed that five is too short to go on half the rides. the resulting meltdown gets them all kicked out and Diego just has five tossed over his shoulder still hurling insults at the ride attendant as they hoof it out of there

the family has to figure out everywhere they can go within walking distance because there’s still a cold war going on between allison and five over whether he has to be in a booster seat for any car rides or not

it’s basically just shenanigans with the family and five trying to figure out how to coexist and compromise and also look after one another when it’s been every man for themself pretty much all their lives

[szopenhauer]

Who would you rather have sex with: Prince or Billy Idol?:  neither because I’m an asexual and I’m into women exclusively but elseway they’re both ok, probably would choose Prince though

Have you ever read any of the Chronicles of Narnia series?: at least one book Do you hate Harry Potter as much as I do?: I don’t hate him but I’m afraid of it as whenever I watched a movie smth really bad was happening to my dad - 6 times - coincindence? I think not... anyway I don’t shove my traumas into other people’s throats, I usually swallow without complaining, sometimes even mentioning that I have a problem with something, I might not only close my eyes but send you stuff about this or that I dislike if you’re a fan because I care more about others than myself *shrug* How many times have you seen the SW movies?: uh oh  What is your favorite anime?: I’m not into anime but I watched Ghibli, I also have sentiment towards Sailor Moon, FMA, Nana, Kuroshitsuji and Minami-ke 

Do you write it as “favorite” or “favourite”?: fav :P or favorite Do you believe in the Zodiac somewhat?: somewhat ;) Can you use a hula hoop?: I can use it on my arm, a bit on my leg, not on my stomach (actually better on my neck than belly) What is the longest distance you’ve ever walked?: pilgrimage when I was still in middle school How long do you think you could do jumping jacks non-stop?: dunno, not as long as I used to  What do you usually use your tokens on at the arcade?: I haven’t been to an arcade yet in my whole life so... What do you think of eyeball jewelry?: yuk What’s better: glitter or rhinestones? glitter Do you like taking pictures of yourself?: prefer selfies over being photographed, I can choose the angle and stuff like this, I take pics until I’m satisfied then delete the rest... Do you like making sandcastles at the beach?: why not Did you have streamers in the handlebars of your bike?: nie, tylko te kuleczki na szprychach, które wydawały taki specyficzny dźwięk podczas jazdy jak się przesuwały, teraz mam podobne na hulajnodze, ale one są stałe, mam też klakson i chciałabym koszyk ze sztucznymi kwiatami dokupić oraz wiatraczek - wiem, dziecinne, ale mam to w dupie - i tak rzadko jeżdżę, mam problemy z kolanem i wolałam to niż rower chociaż czasem tęsknię za siodełkiem, oba jednak ciężko obsługiwać będąc chronicznie chorym człowiekiem (serce i brzuch głównie), może kiedyś nazbieram na skuter  Would you put streamers on your bike now?: maybe How do you like your hamburger?: I really liked those with huge amount of vegetables  If you were able to sell your soul to someone, how much would you charge? What would you buy with the money?: no way! Do you like to be tickled?: I hate to be tickled Does tickling turn you on?: wtf

Did you watch the Power Rangers when you were little?: I don’t think so, Sebastian made me watch all openings once, I think Power Rangers had pretty interesting villains tho Are you good at playing ping-pong?: I wasn’t the worst Do you like to chew on things?: nah

Have you ever freaked out because you noticed your shadow once, in the forest, my dad laughed his ass off  *raz też miałam wstążki we włosach i wiatr je powiał na moją twarz, znów się tata śmiał ze mnie, było mi mega głupio ^^”

Do you get out of bed on the left side or right side:: left *co oznacza, że zawsze wstaję lewą nogą, coś w tym jest skoro moje dzieciństwo było szczęśliwsze, a wówczas wstawałam na prawo hmm...

Do you stare into the mirror when you brush your teeth meh How many different couches did you sit on today 0-1 You just won a free TV series on DVD. What is it Buffy or Call the midwife if not animated, could also ask for Stranger things because I meant to finish it with my father Do you really search for the cold side of the pillow at times I guess If a stranger looked at your signature, could he pronounce your name doubt it, my writing’s a mess

When you sleep next to someone to you do you face towards them or away away if I don’t trust you enough or am ashamed but I roll/kick so I might wake up in a different position  Do you look into the bottom of the cup when drinking from a cup often Do you fall asleep with your mouth open or closed drooling with my mouth open happens every now and then but I try to keep my mouth closed

Do you tend to use “…”  as you can see

What was the last item or location you cleaned just washed the knife Do you make up words when you’re singing and don’t know the lyrics guilty

Do you own an engagement ring? nope

check your shirt’s tag; where was it made? India is there a book you keep telling yourself you’ll read but still haven’t? yep

did your family ever own a vacation home? we’re poor my brother won’t travel places with a language barrier; would you mind it? not that I want to travel but if they don’t know english - I’m definitely not going  do you like watching music videos? love but not the dancing/playing instruments types

are you into philosophy? kinda have you been inside of a police station? I realized I’ve never been there woah are there any flags flying outside at your home? not rn where do you hide things that you don’t want whoever you live with to find? there’s no such place tbh as my mom would find everything if she wanted to and usually she just doesn’t care about personal space or anything like that why aren’t you outside right now? fuck off do you mind drinking room-temperature water? I don’t mind do you think covers of songs usually ruin the originals? mhm

What kinds of advertisements are on this page right now? they’re blocked Has something really heavy ever fallen on you? I don’t recall

Are there any empty plates or cups in the room you are in? mug If you wear makeup, what colors do you usually wear? black If you spelled your name backward, would it be easy to pronounce? very easy If you have more than one pet, do they ever get jealous of each other? my dog was jelly  If you are taking this at night, what phase is the moon in? it’s not that late  Is there a room in your house that you don’t like going in? my sister’s room, attic, basement... Why can’t there be a 30, 40, 60, 70, 80, or 90 dollar bill? too hard to count  Have you ever bitten down on a fork and it felt really weird? omg, spoon as well, awful Is there a pencil sharpener within ten feet of you? hidden but I’m aware that’s there as I put it myself days ago Do you know a lot of people with the same name? (Like a lot of Johns) back in school

Do you think it rains too much where you live? that’d be an exaggeration Are you wearing shorts right now? r u kidding me? Do you like the name Skye? reminds me of my Choices gf 

Do you know anyone who travels all the time? it’s so popular nowadays, gross Do you think it’s selfish to travel all the time, when most people can’t? sorta but it’s not the only/main reason why I’m against  Can you see the moon from your bedroom window? nor currently but some nights

Are your ear lobes attached? no What’s the last animated movie you watched? Incredibles 2 (home, in 2020, not that I didn’t watch any animated movies for 2 years) Do you prefer your bed to be up high or low to the ground? I don’t care much? Do you know anyone who can’t swim? me  Do you bite your lips? yes

[prehistoricsounds]

Great Australian Warehouse Sale

Today was originally supposed to be Record Store Day Australia 2020 (it will be later in the year) But today is the beginning of the Great Australian Warehouse Sale. We have over 500 items on offer!

We have plunged the depths of our own warehouse as well as some great offers from our suppliers. Some of the items could have slight imperfections but are priced accordingly.

Items start at less than $10! With discounts of up to 60%!

We're open from 11am till 2pm today or visit https://www.prehistoricsounds.com.au/store/Warehouse-Sale-c48362068

Warrnambool Residents can choose the local pick up option and either pick up or we will deliver for free!

Here’s The List

!!! - All U Writers / Gonna Guetta Stomp [12"], Single, Ltd - $9.50 !!! - Thr!!!er [LP] - $22.00 Adam Torres - Pearls To Swine [LP] - $20.00 Aerosmith - Permanent Vacation [LP] - $25.00 Agenda Of Swine - Waves Of Human Suffering [LP], Ltd, Gre - $14.00 Agustin Pereyra Lucena - Agustin Pereyra Lucena [LP], RE, RP - $20.00 AIR - Casanova 70 [12"], Single, Ltd, RE, (Clear) - $20.00 Albino Python - The Doomed And The Damned [LP], Ltd, (Purple) - $22.00 Alexandre Desplat - Godzilla (OST) [2LP], Ltd, Num, (Red) - $30.00 Alicja-Pop - Rats (Home Recordings 2009-2013) [LP] - $20.00 Aloe Blacc - Lift Your Spirit [LP] - $22.00 Alpha Tiger - iDENTITY [LP], (Red) + CD - $20.00 Amanda Palmer & Edward Ka-Spel - I Can Spin A Rainbow [2LP] - $32.00 American Wrestlers - American Wrestlers [LP] - $20.00 Amorphous Androgynous - A Monstrous Psychedelic Bubble Exploding In Your Mind - The Wizards Of Oz [2LP], Comp, Mixed, Gat - $50.00 Andrew W.K. - 55 Cadillac [LP], Ltd - $40.00 Angry Angles - Angry Angles [LP], Comp - $25.00 Angus & Julia Stone - A Book Like This [2LP] - $25.00 Animal Collective - Danse Manatee [LP], RM, DMM - $25.00 Armored Saint – Armored Saint [12"], EP, Ltd, RE, (Red) - $22.00 Art & Language And Red Krayola - Corrected Slogans [LP], RE - $18.00 Atomic Suplex - Bathroom Party [LP] - $18.00 Atreyu - Long Live [LP] - $25.00 Audacity - Butter Knife [LP], Ltd, (Gold) - $18.00 Augie March - Bootikins [LP] - $34.00 Austra - Future Politics [LP], Ltd, (Red) - $24.00 Axegrinder - The Rise Of The Serpent Men [LP], RE, (Red) - $30.00 AXIS:SOVA - Motor Earth [LP] - $25.00 Barb Wire Dolls - Desperate [LP] - $20.00 Bardo Pond - Looking For Another Place [12"], Ltd - $32.00 Bayside - Vacancy [LP], (Yellow) - $24.00 Beat Connection - Product 3 [LP] - $20.00 Beck - Dreams [12"], Single, Ltd, Emb - $25.00 Becky Lee And Drunkfoot - Hello Black Halo [LP] + CD - $20.00 Beech Creeps - Beech Creeps [LP] - $20.00 Belphegor - Conjuring The Dead [LP], Ltd - $34.00 Bible Of The Devil - For The Love Of Thugs & Fools [LP], Ltd, (Clear) - $20.00 Big Jim Sullivan - Sitar Beat [LP], RE - $22.00 Big Scary - Four Seasons [LP], Comp - $30.00 Big Smoke - Time Is Golden [LP], RE - $32.00 Big Star - Complete Columbia: Live At University Of Missouri 4/25/93 [2LP], Ltd, RE - $32.00 Birth - Birth [12"] - $18.00 Bison Machine - Hoarfrost [LP], Ltd - $28.00 Blaak Heat Shujaa - The Edge Of An Era [LP] - $20.00 Black Magic Six - Halfway To Hell [12"], MiniAlbum, Ltd - $18.00 Blackwood Jack - Triggers [12"], EP - $18.00 Blank Realm - Illegals In Heaven [LP] - $17.50 Blessed Feathers - There Will Be No Sad Tomorrow [LP], Club, (Purple) - $19.50 Blues Control - Valley Tangents [LP] - $15.00 Bob Evans - Familiar Stranger [LP] - $32.00 Bobby Darin - Bobby Darin [LP], RE - $16.00 Bon Jovi - This House Is Not For Sale [LP] - $30.00 Bonnie "Prince" Billy - Wolfroy Goes To Town [LP] - $22.00 Born From Pain - Reclaiming The Crown [LP], Ltd, RE - $25.00 Born Of Osiris - The Eternal Reign [LP], (Orange) - $42.00 Brat Farrar - Brat Farrar [LP], (Clear) - $15.00 Brendan Welch - The Gleaner [LP] - $18.00 Brian May - Mad Max 2: Road Warrior OST [LP] - $18.00 Brian May - Patrick (OST) [LP], Ltd, RE, RM, (Blood Red) - $24.00 Brian May - The Day After Halloween (OST) [LP], Ltd, RE, RM, (Orange) - $30.00 Brian May - Thirst (OST) [LP], Ltd, RM, (Blood Red) - $24.00 British Sea Power - Machineries Of Joy [LP] - $25.00 Bruce Gilbert · Graham Lewis - 3R4 [LP], RE - $25.00 Bubbles - Raw And Unreleased [LP], Comp - $20.00 Buffalo Summer - Second Sun [LP], Ltd, (Orange) - $25.00 Bunny Lee - Kingston Flying Cymbals (Dubbing With The Flying Cymbals Sound 1974 - 1979) [LP], Comp - $20.00 Burn Pilot - Riots In Jerusalem [LP] - $20.00 Bushman - Higher Ground [LP] - $15.00 Buzzcocks - A Different Kind Of Tension [LP] - $30.00 Carcass - Choice Cuts [2LP], Comp, Ltd, (Red) - $36.00 Catherine's Horse - Garage (Blue)es From Connecticut [LP], Ltd, RP - $24.00 CCR Headcleaner - Lace The Earth 2013 With Arms Wide Open [LP] - $16.00 Cellar Darling - This Is The Sound [2LP] - $26.00 Cellophane Suckers - White Pants, White Heat. [12"] - $24.00 Cellos - Bomb Shelter [12"], EP, Ltd, (Gold) - $20.00 Chadwick Stokes - The Horse Comanche [LP], Gat - $32.00 Charley Patton - Complete Recorded Works In Chronological Order Volume 4 [LP], Comp, 180 - $25.00 Cheater Slicks - Destination Lonely [LP], RE - $18.00 Cherry Glazerr - Stuffed & Ready [LP], Ltd, (Red) - $38.00 Children Of Bodom - I Worship Chaos [LP] - $24.00 Clever - Kewdi Udi  [12"], Ltd - $22.00 Clint Mansell - In The Wall (OST) [LP], Ltd, Bro - $26.00 Clock Cleaner - Auf-Wiedersehen [12"] - $18.00 Coda Chroma - Coda Chroma [LP], Ltd, Num, (White) - $25.00 Coin Banks - Heads & Tails [LP], Comp, Ltd, Sil - $22.00 Cola Freaks - Cola Freaks [LP] - $16.00 Conan - Existential Void Guardian [2LP] - $25.00 Courtney Barnett - Kim's Caravan [12"], Ltd - $15.00 Cowbell - Skeleton Soul [LP] - $18.00 Crobot - Welcome To Fat City [LP] - $28.00 Crystal Fairy - Crystal Fairy [LP] - $26.00 Cuntz - Force The Zone [LP] - $20.00 Cuntz - Here Come The Real Boys [LP] - $20.00 Cuntz - Solid Mates [LP], Ltd - $18.00 Cybotron - Sunday Night At The Total Theatre [LP], RE - $22.00 Damien Jurado - Brothers And Sisters Of The Eternal Son [LP] - $20.00 Dan Melchior - K-85 [LP] - $20.00 Daniel Vega - La Noche Que Precede A La Batalla [LP], RE - $17.50 Danny Graham - Danny Graham [LP], RE, RM - $25.00 Dark Angel - Live Scars [LP], Ltd, RE, 180 - $20.00 Daughter - Not To Disappear [LP] - $24.00 David Bridie - Wake [LP], Ltd - $34.00 David Guetta Feat. Sam Martin - Dangerous (Remixes EP) [12"], EP - $16.50 Dead Farmers - Wasteland [LP] - $18.00 Dead Fucking Last - Proud To Be [LP], RE, Gre - $20.00 Dead Hookers - The Burial/The Rebirth [LP] - $18.00 Deaf Wish - Deaf Wish [LP], Ltd, RE, Gre - $22.00 Deap Vally - Femejism [LP], Ltd, Mar - $40.00 Deftones - Covers [LP], Comp, Ltd - $22.00 Dexter Romweber - Carrboro [LP], 180 - $25.00 Diablo Blvd - Follow The Deadlights [LP] - $20.00 Die Kreuzen - October File [LP], RE - $20.00 Diskaholics Anonymous Trio - Live In Japan Vol. 1 [LP] - $22.00 Dixie Witch - Let It Roll [LP] - $20.00 Doctor Midnight & The Mercy Cult - I Declare: Treason [LP], Ltd, Glo - $16.00 Dor Koren - Bigfoot [LP], (Purple) - $22.00 Drakkar Sauna - 20009 [LP] - $12.00 Dreadnaught - Caught The Vultures Sleeping [LP] - $25.00 Drnwyn - Gypsies In The Mist [LP], RE - $20.00 Dub Narcotic Sound System - Boot Party [LP] - $22.00 Duran Duran - Budokan [LP], Ltd - $36.00 Dwarves - Invented Rock & Roll [LP] - $20.00 Earthless - Sonic Prayer Jam [12"], Gre - $26.00 Eat Skull - III [LP] - $16.00 Els Masturbadors Mongolics - Els Masturbadors Mongolics [LP] - $22.00 Empire Of The Sun - Two Vines [LP], Gat - $26.00 Ennio Morricone - Butterfly (Original Soundtrack) [LP], RE - $20.00 Esben And The Witch - Wash The Sins Not Only The Face [LP] + 7" + CD + Ltd - $22.00 Every Time I Die - Low Teens [LP] - $20.00 Exene Cervenka - The Excitement Of Maybe [LP], Ltd - $16.00 Exhaustion - Biker [LP] - $25.00 Exhaustion - Phased Out [12"], EP - $14.00 Exhumed - Garbage Daze Re-Regurgitated [LP] - $24.00 Exploded View - Exploded View [LP] - $30.00 Eyes Ninety - Eyes Ninety [LP] - $18.00 Fear Like Us - Succour [LP] - $18.00 Finch - What It Is To Burn X Live [2LP], (White) - $32.00 Finntroll – Bloodsvept [LP] - $26.00 Flat Duo Jets - Go Go Harlem Baby [LP], RE - $22.00 Footy - Record [LP] - $15.00 Gerald V. Casale w/ Italy's Phunk Investigation - It's All Devo [LP], Ltd - $22.00 Germs - Germicide [LP], RE, 180 - $32.00 Get The Hater - Get The Hater [12"] - $12.50 GG King - Unending Darkness [LP] - $20.00 Giuda - Racey Roller [LP], RE - $28.00 Godflesh - Decline & Fall [12"], EP - $20.00 Gone Is Gone - Gone Is Gone [12"], EP, Ltd, (Clear) - $24.00 GravelRoad - Psychedelta [LP], (Yellow) - $20.00 Grim Tower - Anarchic Breezes [LP], (White) - $18.00 Guided By Voices - Let's Go Eat The Factory [LP] - $24.00 Guided By Voices - The Bears For Lunch [LP] - $20.00 Handguns - Disenchanted [LP], Hal - $18.00 Hanni El Khatib - Moonlight [LP] - $20.00 Heads. - Heads. [LP], Ltd, 180 - $20.00 Heavy Times - Fix It Alone [LP] - $18.00 Heavy Trash - Midnight Soul Serenade [LP] - $22.00 High Priest Of Saturn - High Priest Of Saturn - $22.00 Holy Balm - It's You [LP] - $16.00 Home Blitz - Frozen Track [12"], EP, Ltd - $10.00 Honey Hahs - Dear Someone, Happy Something [LP] - $28.00 Howard Eynon - So What If Im Standing In Apricot Jam [LP], RE + Flexi, 7", Ltd - $20.00 Howl At The Moon - A Slave To The Ghost [2LP], Dlx, Bla - $30.00 Howlin Rain - Mansion Songs [LP] - $20.00 Hudson Mohawke - Ded5ec - Watch Dogs 2 O5T [2LP], Ltd - $26.00 I Am Duckeye - Songs From The Gunt [LP], Ltd, Gre - $20.00 Iggy Azalea - Reclassified [2LP] - $30.00 Indica - Stone Future Hymns [LP], Ltd - $30.00 Jaala - Joonya Spirit [LP] - $26.00 Jad Fair & Norman Blake - Yes [LP], (Red) - $22.00 Jaga Jazzist - Starfire [LP] - $20.00 Jail Weddings - Four Future Standards [12"], EP, Ltd, (Red) - $16.00 Jail Weddings - Love Is Lawless [LP] - $18.00 James Mccann And The New Vindictives - James Mccann And The New Vindictives [LP] - $22.00 James McCann's Dirty Skirt Band - Lost Property [12"], MiniAlbum, Ltd, Num - $18.00 Jay Reatard - Blood Visions [LP] - $20.00 Jayne Mansfield - Jayne Mansfield In Las Vegas [LP], RE, Unofficial, Pin - $15.00 Jeff Grace - The House Of The Devil [LP] - $32.00 Jeff The Brotherhood - Wasted On The Dream [LP] - $25.00 Jerry Lee Lewis - Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On [LP], Comp, RE, 180 - $25.00 Joe Delia - Ms.45 - OST [LP], Ltd, RM, (Clear) - $26.00 Joe Satriani - Joe Satriani [12"], EP, Ltd, Num, RE, RM, 180 - $25.00 Joe Strummer - Gangsterville [12"], EP - $18.00 John Sangster - Ahead Of Hair [LP], Ltd, RE - $26.00 John Sangster - The Joker Is Wild [LP], Ltd, RE - $26.00 John Wesley Coleman - The Last Donkey Show [LP] - $18.00 Junior Kimbrough + Daft Punk - I Gotta Try You Girl (Daft Punk Edit) [12"], S/Sided, Etch, Ltd - $15.00 Justin Greaves - The Devil's Business [LP] - $24.00 Kalevala - People No Names [LP], Ltd, RE, RM - $55.00 Katastrophy Wife - All Kneel [LP], S/Edition, (Blue) - $30.00 Keith Hudson - Entering The Dragon [LP], RE - $25.00 Kelley Stoltz - Double Exposure [LP] - $24.00 Kid Creole And The Coconuts - I Wake Up Screaming [2LP], Gat - $22.00 Kid Rock - Cocky [2LP], RE, Tur - $36.00 King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - 12 Bar Bruise (Green) [LP] - $32.00 King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard - Gumboot Soup (Baby Blue) - $32.00 Kitty, Daisy & Lewis - Superscope [LP] - $24.00 KLOZAPIN - Klozapin [LP] - $16.50 Kurt Cobain - Montage Of Heck: The Home Recordings [2LP], Dlx, 180 - $45.00 Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein - Stranger Things 2 OST [2LP] - $25.00 Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein - Stranger Things: Halloween Sounds From The Upside Down (Pic Disc) [LP] - $18.00 L.A. Takedown - II [LP], 180 - $34.00 L7 - The Best Of The Slash Years (Green) [LP] - $50.00 Lacksley Castell - Princess Lady [LP], RE - $50.00 Leadfinger - Friday Night Heroes [LP], Num + CD - $32.00 Lee Perry - Holiness Righteousness [LP], Ltd, 180 - $22.00 Les Baxter - Les Baxter's Barbarian [LP], RE, 180 - $26.00 Little Cub - Still Life [LP], 180 - $24.00 Long John Baldry - Long John's Blues [LP], Mono, Ltd - $25.00 Lorelle Meets The Obsolete - On Welfare [LP] - $20.00 Lower Plenty - Life/Thrills [LP] - $15.00 Lower Plenty - Sister Sister [LP] - $20.00 Lymbyc Systym - Shutter Release [LP], (White) - $24.00 Lyres - A Promise Is A Promise [LP], RE, Gat - $22.00 Lyres - Lyres Lyres [LP], RE, 180 - $28.00 Lyres - On Fyre [LP], RE, 180 - $28.00 Machine Gun Fellatio - Paging Mr. Strike [2LP] - $45.00 Mad River - Mad River [LP], RE - $25.00 Madball - Hardcore Lives [LP] - $34.00 Man Man - Six Demon Bag [LP], Ltd, RE, 180 - $32.00 Man Or Astro-Man? - Your Weight On The Moon [LP], Comp, Pic - $30.00 Mark Lanegan - Scraps At Midnight [LP], RE, 180 - $28.00 Mark Lanegan Band - A Thousand Miles Of Midnight (Phantom Radio Remixes) [2LP] - $32.00 Mark Lanegan Band - Phantom Radio [LP], 180 - $35.00 Marty Friedman - Inferno [LP], Ltd - $20.00 Marvelous Darlings - Single Life [LP], Comp - $18.00 Marvin Gaye - I Heard It Through The Grapevine (Purple) [LP] - $20.00 Mastodon - The Motherload [12"], Single, Ltd, Pic - $25.00 Matthew  E. 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[only-kiwi]

Demons

hey, i decided to take a break from the instagram fics and post this. i started writing it well over a year ago and only just polished and finished it. i don’t think i’m a good writer but i really wanted to try. this wil probably be made into a series if that’s what you just want. anyway, hope you like this.

TW: mentions of self harm, depression, eating disorder, swearing, age gap (19/24)

“Billie?” The nineteen year old heard someone call her name, making her break out of her daydream. “How are you doing today?”

Her eyes flickered around the room, looking at all of the other people in the circle; all their eyes were on her. She knew them all - well, their stories - pretty well because she’d been going to the group therapy thing that her mother forced her to go to once a week for about three weeks now... but no one knew her. Billie never, ever spoke - she refused, and there were even rumours that she was mute - which wasn’t true. All Billie did when she heard that question was shrug and look at her hands. That’s all she ever did.

Once the hour-long session was over, Billie sat outside the building and waited for her mother to pick her up - she was nineteen and still couldn’t be trusted to be on her own. Usually, her mother would be there ten minutes early, waiting for Billie to walk out, but she got caught up at work and would take longer than usual. Billie didn’t mind though, because she liked being on her own - no one ever left her alone anymore. She didn’t have much time to enjoy her lonesome because someone took it upon themselves to sit next to her. Her grip on the apple that her mother all but begged her to eat and had yet to be bitten in to tightened as she felt her anxiety kick in.

“Billie, right?” A deep voice shocked her and she looked at the lanky figure beside her. He was extremely tall, he had eyes that were the most beautiful shade of green and he had the whitest teeth she had ever seen. Her eyes studied him once more, taking in his unique choice of clothing and simply nodded at his question. “I’m Harry.”

“Harry?” She breathed out timidly, she had never seen him here before.

“You didn’t talk much in there, love.”

“Well, I don’t exactly feel like telling a bunch of strangers what’s wrong with me when I can’t even talk to my own damn parents about it. Hell, I can’t even tell myself.” Billie sighed, she wasn’t trying to seem rude but she was terrible with strangers. The strength in her voice surprised Harry, he’d thought she was just abnormally shy. “You didn’t talk either.”

“I’m practically being forced to come here. I’m twenty-four and no one lets me make my own bloody decisions.” Harry complained and Billie smiled, knowing exactly how he felt. “You know, you’ve got a nice smile. You should do it more.”

“Nah, I don’t smile. I’m crazy.”

“You think you’re crazy?”

“I’m fucking insane, Harry.”

***

Billie was at the dinner table with her parents and little brother and she stared at the food on her plate, the sight of it alone made her want to throw up - and she wouldn’t even have to do it herself this time. Her parents didn’t really know what to do because for years, they had tried everything they could. Psychiatric hospitals just weren’t enough anymore, she had been admitted into them more than enough times to know how to work her way around the system and get out as soon as possible. Billie despised those places, the people there made her feel like she was some sort of animal.

“May I be excused?” Billie huffed, growing agitated just by watching everyone eat. She didn’t know how it could be so easy for them.

“You haven’t even touched your food, B.” Her father told her quietly. “If you don’t gain those extra pounds then they’ll send you back.”

I can’t go back there, Billie thought. They can’t send me back. “I ate while I was waiting for mum to pick me up.” 

Her father sighed but nodded with a simple ‘ok’ and let her go. Billie went upstairs and no one questioned her, forcing her to talk would only set her off. When Billie reached her bedroom, she instantly locked the door. She didn’t know why she was acting the way she was acting but she couldn’t help it. She felt like shit because all she wanted was to be able to eat like a normal person and breathe like a normal person... she just wanted to be a normal person. Billie stared at the several bottles of pills on her bedside table, not feeling remotely guilty for not taking them for the past few days - the medication gave her migraines. Before Billie could even properly process her thoughts, she heard the doorbell ring. She didn’t really care who was at the door, but her brother knocked on her door and she groaned, knowing it was probably important.

“Mum and Dad said to come down because their mate from work is here and she brought her son,” Jacob said as he gave his sister a warm smile. “Did you take your pills?”

“Of course I did,” she lied to the fifteen-year-old. “Come on, let’s head down.”

As soon as Billie reached the bottom of the stairs, she sucked in a harsh breath and plastered on her infamous fake smile. Her and Jacob walked into the kitchen and they were introduced to Anne straight away. Anne was lovely and Billie could tell why her parents were friends with her.

***

"So yeah, I just brought my son because he's been staying with me ever since my husband died. Think it really got to him, you know?" Anne said to Billie. She didn't know where Anne's son was, but she felt sorry for him. "Here he is." Anne said and Billie turned around. 

"Harry?" Billie asked in shock, she didn't expect Harry to be here. 

"Billie?" Harry asked in the same tone.

"You know each other?" Jacob asked as he stood between the pair. 

"We met to today -" 

"-at the group therapy thing." 

"Small world." Jacob shrugged. "I'm gonna go back up to my room because I need to get past this one level on GTA. B, are you alright on your own?"

Billie gave her brother an appreciative smile, because he knows what she's like with new people. "I'll be fine, I'll knock on your door if I need you, okay?"

Billie and Harry were sitting in the living room while their parents were in the kitchen. They could hear Jacob cursing at his game and Billie couldn't help but snicker. Neither of them spoke for a while, there wasn’t much to say. Billie wished she could be in her room at that moment - preferably asleep so she didn’t have to think. 

"So, I’m guessing you had nothing better to do on a Friday night?” Billie tried making conversation - she felt rude just sitting there in silence.

“Not really, no.” Harry chuckled with a small shrug. “What about you?”

“I don’t leave this house unless I’ve got that therapy shit.”

“What? No school or work?”

“I don’t know if you can tell but I’m not very good with people.” Billie shook her head, stopping herself from thinking too much. “So, I don’t do much.”

"But you spend time with your friends and that?" Billie didn’t appreciate the interrogation, but she also knew that Harry was just trying to get to know her.

"I don't have friends, Harry... not anymore." 

"Why not?" Harry asked, but before Billie could answer, her mother walked in.

"Billie, I brought you something to eat because you didn’t eat dinner. And Harry, Anne said you ate before you came so I assumed you were okay?” The older woman smiled, walking in with the same plate Billie left at the dinner table and putting it on the coffee table with a knife and fork.

“Mum,” Billie sighed. “I’m not-”

“It wasn’t a question. Eat.”

Harry watched Billie as her mother left the room, he felt awkward. Does he say something? Does he ask what that was about? Does he leave it? “I have an eating disorder.” She spoke, as if she was reading his mind.

“Oh...” was all Harry could really say. “W-what kind? You don’t have to tell me, though.”

“It’s not like anorexia or anything, I don’t want to make myself skinny. I just don’t care for food and sometimes I stop eating when my depression starts getting bad again. I eat sometimes, though, like when I’m starving or craving something. But then I start feeling guilty so I just throw it all up.” Billie couldn’t stop the words leaving her mouth, her mum warned her about telling people what was going on but Billie thought she was just ashamed. Her words were so casual, like she didn’t care and it made Harry’s heart hurt. He noticed she said she had depression, too and he wondered what kind but he didn’t want to push her.

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Had half of that apple you saw me with earlier.”

“And before that?”

“Are you my dad or something?” Billie’s snapped, before realising how awful she sounded. “I’m sorry, I just- I don’t really talk about this that much.”

Harry smiled, silently accepting her apology before turning to look at the plate of food. “Why don’t you eat as much as you can and I’ll finish the rest? We don’t have to tell your mum.”

Most people would think what Harry was doing was wrong, that he was encouraging her. However, forcing someone with an eating disorder to eat would only make them not want to even more. Getting Billie to even take a few bites was an accomplishment. Billie only managed to eat a third of the plate, but it was more than she’d eaten in a while. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was about Harry that made one; open up and two; actually eat something but she appreciated it. 

"You alright?" Harry asked when Billie put the plate down.

“I think so,” she nodded, “also, don’t let me use the bathroom for half an hour or I’ll purge.”

The two spoke for longer as Harry finished the food. Billie didn’t want to talk about herself anymore, so she asked Harry some questions. She asked why he went to therapy and he told her felt stupid because compared to her, his life was fine. Billie told him that wasn’t the case, that people handle things differently most of the time. It was stupid to invalidate someone’s mental health just because it’s not as obvious or as bad as yours.

Billie couldn’t remember the last time she’d got along with someone so well, it was like herself and Harry had been friends for ages. She hadn’t opened up to anyone since her ex-girlfriend, Willow. But she was gone and Billie only had her brother. Her parents were still bitter about her being bisexual and that put a strain on their relationship. Billie didn’t talk to them like how she used to.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked, noticing how she was zoning out.

“I don’t really know but thanks for caring. For listening, I guess. I haven’t really spoken about all on this since...”

“Since what?”

“My ex. She was the only person I could talk to besides Jacob because my parents hated me for being bi but when we broke up, I was alone again. So, yeah, thanks.”

Harry pulled his phone out of his back pocket and smiled. “Here, take my number so you can call or text me whenever you feel like shit. You won’t have to be alone anymore.”

“Harry, it’s okay. I don’t want to burden you with my teenage issues.”

“You won’t be a burden and this definitely isn’t just teenage issues. I mean it, I’ll be here for you.” He gave her his phone and she put her number in it with a small smile playing at her lips.

“Are you gonna message me whenever you feel like shit too? You know, I don’t want to just-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re not the only one feeling shitty.” Harry smirked, making Billie giggle - she can’t remember the last time she did that. “Told you that you good when you smile, keep it up.”

“Keep giving me reasons to smile and we won’t have a problem, will we?” She winked, only half joking. Neither of them were sure if this was considered flirting but they laughed and brushed it off.

“No, we won’t.”

***

Harry and Billie spoke for weeks after that. If one of them was ever feeling down, they kept their promise and texted the other. Billie had never had a friend like Harry, he always made sure she was okay. When it came to group therapy, they were always together. Billie still never said much, she didn’t want to... but she felt better within herself. She felt like she didn’t need this, because she had Harry. He was her therapy.

Everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

Harry hadn’t heard from Billie in days, which was weird because they spoke as often as they could. At first, he thought she might have been busy or maybe she just didn’t have her phone on her. Then he started to her worried. Billie’s phone was going straight to voicemail. Was it off? Dead? He needed to know. Truthfully, he had no right to feel this way. He’d known the nineteen year old all of three weeks and suddenly he felt like he needed to know everything about her.

He decided to wait until the next week of therapy, he thought that maybe she would show up and explain everything. But she didn’t. And Harry was really, really concerned. Showing up at her house may have been a bit too far but he didn’t know what else to do.

Knocking on the door, he was met with Jacob, who looked extremely confused. “Hey, Harry?”

“Hey, is Billie here?”

“Yeah, why?” Jacob didn’t know if he should tell him what was really going on (his parents always told him not to say anything), so he kept it vague.

“She didn’t show up at therapy today and she hasn’t answered any of my calls and texts, I was just wondering if she was alright?” Harry wasn’t sure if Jacob knew about his and Billie’s friendship, so he understood why he wouldn’t say anything.

“Yeah, she-“

“Jacob?” They both heard. Billie was stood at the top of the stairs with her duvet wrapped around her. Her hair was a mess, her lips were chapped and her under eyes were almost black... she looked like she hadn’t slept in years. “Oh. Hey.”

“Billie? What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“Not really.” The young girl chuckled pathetically at herself. “You can come up if you want. J, go back to whatever it is you were doing, please.”

When the pair reached Billie’s room, it was a mess. There were clothes everywhere and her dresser was broken and the posters on the wall were ripped off. Harry was confused. He knew what depression was, he had it. However, he’d never known it to be like this. How depressed was she for her to trash her room? What kind of depression was it? Harry had so many questions.

“Sorry for the mess,” the younger girl muttered, kicking a pair of trousers out of the way as she went to sit on her best.

“I was, uh, you haven’t answered your phone at all.”

“Broke it,” she shrugged.

“What’s going on, B?” Harry asked and Billie could hear the concern in his voice.

Neither of them expected it, but Billie quite literally broke down. She tried not to think about it, she tried to distract herself. But having Harry ask her what’s wrong just... set her off. All Harry could do was hold her as she sobbed. They’d never been in this situation before, they’d hadn’t even known each other for a month... but Harry couldn’t let a young girl break down in front of him like that.

“I don’t know where it came from or what happened. I just- I was walking home with Jacob last week and we saw Willow and she- she was with someone.”

“With someone?”

Billie took a few minutes to calm herself down - to breathe. Harry sat there rubbing circles on her back and telling her to take her time. He knew what she meant. Her ex girlfriend had moved on and she’d seen it, that’s hard for anyone to see and even though Harry didn’t know the ins and outs, he knew Billie used to be (or still was) in love with her ex.

“They were holding hands, and Willow seemed really happy. Happier than I ever made her. I guess that’s fine, though. I’m happy for her, the girl was really pretty too.” Billie didn’t sound convincing at all. Not one bit.

“You aren’t happy for her,” Harry laughed, knowing how she felt.

“Like hell, I am. Hope they both choke.” They both laughed at this. Billie found it crazy how she could be sobbing one second then laughing the next with Harry but she didn’t mind. “No, but seriously. It was just difficult to see and I guess it triggered me. That used to be us, H. And I kept wondering why I’m like this. Why I have to be like this. You know, why can’t I just be fucking normal brought to keep someone around? I don’t know, it just really got to me. Now everything in my room is broken and my parents are gonna kill me when they get home from their work trip.”

“I know what you mean, it must have been really hard to see that.” Harry nodded, before his mind took him somewhere else. “You didn’t like... you know, hurt yourself or anything, did you?”

Billie panicked. She wanted to lie but for some reason she just couldn’t... not to Harry. “Please don’t.” Her voice was low again, she didn’t want to say it.

“Did you?”

“Yes,” the younger girl choked out but before Harry could say anything else, Billie got out of her bed and picked up a broke picture frame. “I think I should clean this shit up. You’re welcome to stay and help but if you don’t want to, you should probably go.”

“N-no, I’ll help.”

Harry didn’t push her any further. Instead, he helped her tidy up in silence. Billie’s room wasn’t small by any means, which meant they’d be there for a while. Neither of them really cared, Billie was happy to have someone around and Harry was happy to help.

[luvneedsnosyt]

My Favorite Albums of 2019 (So Far)

Here is my list of my favorite albums half-way through 2019

You can find my list of my favorite albums of 2018 here And my list of my favorite EPs of 2018 here

My Monthly top albums lists from 2019: January, February, March, April, May

Honorable Mention:

Alice Merton - Mint Genre: Pop

Proof: No Roots / Lash Out

Anderson .Paak - Ventura Genre: Hip Hop / R&B

Proof: Chosen On (Feat. Sonya Elise) / Jet Black (Feat. Brandy)

Billie Eilish - WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO? Genre: Synth-Pop

Proof: bad guy / you should see me in a crown

blackbear - ANONYMOUS Genre: alt-R&B / Hip Hop

Proof: SWEAR TO GOOD / HIGH1X

Bring Me the Horizon - amo Genre: Rock / Alternative

Proof: in the dark / medicine

Cautious Clay - Table of Context EP Genre: R&B / Soul

Proof: REASONS / HONEST ENOUGH

Circa Waves - What’s It Like Over There? Genre: Alternative / Rock

Proof: Sorry I’m Yours / Be Somebody Good

Dabin - Wild Youth Genre: Electronic / Dance / Future Bass

Proof: In Flames (Feat. Lexi Norton) / Alive (Feat. RUNN)

Dawn Richard - New Breed Genre: alt-R&B / Electronic

Proof: shades / sauce

Dermot Kennedy - Dermot Kennedy Genre: Indie Pop / Soul

Proof: Power Over Me / Moments Passed

GoldLink - Diaspora Genre: Hip Hop / R&B

Proof: Zulu Screams (Feat. Maleek Berry & Babi Bourelly) / More

Hozier - Wasteland, Baby! Genre: Indie Pop / Soul / Folk

Proof: Movement / Dinner & Diatribes

James Blake - Assume Form Genre: Progressive Pop / Electronic / Indie Pop

Proof:  Barefoot in the Park (Feat. ROSALÍA) / Where’s the Catch? (Feat. André 3000)

Karen O & Danger Mouse - Lux Prima Genre: Alternative / Indie Rock

Proof: Turn the Light / Woman

Kevin Abstract - ARIZONA BABY Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Joyride / Use Me

Maverick Sabre - When I Wake Up Genre: Pop / Soul

Proof: Slow Down (Feat. Jorja Smith) / Weakness

The List:

16. Little Simz - GREY Area Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Offense / Boss / Venom / Pressure (Feat. Little Dragon)

15. Vampire Weekend - Father of the Bride Genre: Indie Rock / Alternative

Proof: Harmony Hall / This Life / How Long? / Sympathy

14. LÉON - LÉON Genre: Pop / Soul

Proof: Lost Time / Falling / Hope Is A Heartache / You And I // Bonus: Grey - Want You Back (Feat. LÉON)

13. Foals - Part 1: Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost Genre: Rock / Alternative

Proof: Exits / White Onions / In Degrees / On The Luna

12. Denzel Curry - ZUU Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: ZUU / RICKY / BIRDZ (Feat. Rick Ross) / CAROLMART (Feat. Ice Billion Berg)

11. G Flip - Drink Too Much EP Genre: Pop

Proof: Drink Too Much / Bring Me Home / Killing My Time / About You // Bonus: I Am Not Afraid

10. Elohim - BRAINDEAD EP Genre: Electronic / Synth Pop

Proof: running / tv / metamorphine / flagpole sitta (Harvey Danger cover w/ ALOWNATION)

9. Sigrid - Sucker Punch Genre: Pop

Proof: Sucker Punch / Basic / Don’t Feel Like Crying / Don’t Kill My Vibe // Bonus: Strangers (R3HAB Remix) / Don’t Kill My Vibe (Gryffin Remix)

8. Lizzo - Cuz I Love You Genre: Hip Hop / R&B

Proof: Cuz I Love You / Soulmate / Tempo (Feat. Feat. Missy Elliott) / Heaven Help Me

7. Seven Lions - Ophelia Volume 1 Genre: Electronic / Dance / Trance

Proof: Start Again (Feat. Fiora) / Ocean (w/ Jason Ross Feat. Jonathon Mendelsohn) / First Time (w/ SLANDER & Dabin Feat. Dylan Mathew) / Dreamin’ (Feat. Fiora) // Bonus: Ocean (Au5 Remix) w/ Jason Ross Feat. Jonothan Mendelson / Dreamin’ (Sunny Lax Remix) Feat. Fiora / Island (Dimibo Remix) (w/ Trivecta & Wooli Feat. Nevve) / Sojourn (w/ Crystal Skies) / Let Go (Festival Mix) Feat. Fiora

6. Maggie Rogers - Heard It In A Past Life Genre: Pop

Proof: Give A Little / The Knife / Alaska / Say It // Bonus: Give A Little (Mokita & GOLDHOUSE Remix) / Alaska (Toby Green Remix) / Alaska (Tycho Remix)

5. Nick Murphy - Run Fast Sleep Naked Genre: Indie Pop

Proof: Harry Takes Drugs On The Weekend / Sanity / Yeah I Care / Dangerous

4. Tyler, The Creator - IGOR Genre: Hip Hop / alt-R&B

Proof: IGOR’S THEME (Feat. Lil Uzi Vert) / EARFQUAKE (Feat. Playboy Carti, Charlie Wilson & Jessy Wilson)  / I THINK (Feat. Solange & Ryan Beatty) / WHAT’S GOOD (Feat. slowthai & Jarrod Carmichael)

3. Khalid - Free Spirit Genre: Pop / R&B / Soul

Proof: Better / Right Back / Outta My Head (w/ John Mayer) / Free Spirit // Bonus: Better (Jayvon Remix) / Better (no clue? Remix) / Talk (Disclosure VIP Mix) / Talk (Jarami Remix) / Talk (Alle Farben Remix)

2. Big Wild - Superdream // Superdream (Remixes) EP Genre: Electronic / Synth Pop / Dance

Proof: Joypunks / 6′ to 9′s (Feat. Rational) / No Words / She Makes Magic // Purple Sand (My Home) (pluko Remix) / City of Sound (Crooked Colours Remix) / Heaven (GG Magree Remix)

1. Nilüfer Yanya - Miss Universe Genre: Pop / R&B / Alterntaive

Proof: In Your Head / Paralysed / Tears / Heavyweight Champion Of The Year

Others:

Good: Adela - On The Line EP, AJ Tracey - AJ Tracey, Aldous Harding - Designer, Alesso - ALESSO MIXTAPE - PROGRESSO Vol. 1 EP, Alina Baraz - The Color Of You (Remixes) EP, Allie X - Super Sunset (Analog), Aly & AJ - Sanctuary EP, The Amazons - Future Dust, Anna Clendening - Waves EP, Ari Lennox - Shea Butter Baby, Anna Lunoe - Right Party EP, Ariana Grande - thank u, next, Ashe - Moral of the Story: Chapter 1 EP, Asiahn - Love Train 2, AURORA - A Different Kind of Human, Autograf - Love & Retrograde EP, Avicii - TIM, A1 - Turbulence, Bad Bunny - X 100PRE, Barrie - Happy to Be Here, Bassnector - Reflective (Part 4) EP, Bastille - Doom Days, BAYNK - Someone’s II EP, Beast Coast - Escape from New York, Beirut - Gallipoli , Better Oblivion Community Center - Better Oblivion Community Center, Betty Who - Betty, Big K.R.I.T. - TDT, Big Thief - U.F.O.F., Blaqk Audio - Only Things We Love, Blu & Oh No - A Long Red Hot Los Angeles Summer Night, Boy Harsher - Careful, Boogie - Everythings for Sale, B00TY - High Art EP, Brasstracks - Before We Go EP, Broken Social Scene - Let’s Try the After (Vol. 1) EP, Broken Social Scene - Let’s Try the After (Vol. 2) EP, Broods - Don’t Feed The Pop Monster, bülow - Crystalline EP, Bun B & Statik Selektah - TrillStatik [Mixtape], Cage The Elephant - Social Cues, Carlie Hanson - Junk EP, Carly Rae Jepsen - Dedicated, Casey Veggies - Organic, Casey Veggies & Rockie Fresh - Fresh Veggies [Mixtape], Cehryl - Slow Motion, Charly Bliss - Young Enough, Chase & Status - RTRN II JUNGLE, The Chemical Brothers - No Geography, Cherry Glazer - Stuffed & Ready, Choosey & Exile - Black Beans, Christelle Bofale - Swim Team EP, Chrome Sparks - Be On Fire EP, Ciara - Beauty Marks, Citizen Cope - Heroin and Helicopters, Clairmont The Second - The Second’s Do You Drive?, Collie Buddz - Hybrid. Crumb - Jinx, Crystal Fighters - Gaia & Friends, Curren$y & Statik Selektah - Gran Turismo, CZARFACE & Ghostface Killa - Czarface Meets Ghostface, David B - BLEU, Deadmau5 - Polar (Music from the Netflix Film), Deante’ Hitchcock - Just A Sample 2 EP, Deerhunter - Why Hasn’t Everything Already Disappeared?, DeJ Loaf - Go DeJ Go Vol. 1 EP, Delta Heavy - Only In My Dreams, Destiny Rogers - Tomboy EP, Devin Morrison - Bussin’, Dijon - Sci Fi 1 EP, Dinah Jane - Dinah Jane 1 EP, Diplo - Europa EP, Diplo - Higher Ground EP, DJ Khaled - Father of Asahd, Dog Blood - Turn Off The Lights EP, Dreezy - Big Dreez, The Drums - Brutalism, Dua Saleh - Nūr EP, DUCKWRTH - THE FALLING MAN, ELHAE - Trouble In Paradise, Emily Wells - The World Is Too ___ For You, Emotional Oranges - The Juice, Vol. I, Eric Bellinger - The Rebirth 2, Eryn Allen Kane - a tree planted by water EP, The Faint - Egowerk, FEELS - Post Earth, FIDLAR - Almost Free, flora cash - Press EP, Flume - Hi This Is Flume [Mixtape], Flying Lotus - Flamagra, Frances Cone - Late Riser, FRENSHIP - Vacation, Freya Riding - You Mean The World To Me EP, Froth - Duress, Gary Clark Jr. - This Land, Gesaffelstein - Hyperion, The Get Up Kids - Problems, Giggs - BIG BAD…, girlpool - What Chaos Is Imaginary, gnash - we, GRiZ - Find My Own Way EP, GRiZ - Ride Waves, Gryffin - Gravity Pt. 1 (Remixes) EP, GTA - La Nueva Clásica (Remixes), Gus Dapperton - Where Polly People Go to Read, HÆLOS - Any Random Kindness, The Hamiltones - Watch the Ton3s EP, Hayden James - Between Us, The Head and the Heart - Living Mirage, Helado Negro - This Is How You Smile, Hello Yello - Love Wins EP, Higher Brothers - Five Stars, Hikaru Utada - Face My Fears EP, Holly Herndon - PROTO, Ida Mae - Chasing Light, ilo ilo - wish i said this to u sooner EP, India.Arie - Worthy, Injury Reserve - Injury Reserve, Intellexual - Intellexual, Interpol - A Fine Mess EP, Izzy Bizu - GLITA EP, Jack & Jack - A Good Friend Is Nice, Jacob Latimore - Connection2, Jade Bird - I Get No Joy EP, Jade Bird - Jade Bird, Jaden - ERYS IS COMING EP, Jai Waetford - Figure It Out EP, Jai Wolf - The Cure To Loneliness, James Bay - One My Messy Mind EP, JAMESDAVIS - MASTERPIECE EP, Jamie Cullum - Taller, Jamila Woods - LEGACY! LEGACY!, The Japanese House - Good At Falling, Jasmine Thompson - colour EP, Jay Prince - WONDER EP, Jayda G - Significant Changes, Jean Deaux - Empathy EP, Jenny Lewis - On The Line, Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler - brent EP, jesse saint john - don’t stop dancing. life gets sad. EP, J-E-T-S - Zoospa, JOHN.k - if we never met EP, JOHNNYSWIM - Moonlight, JOHKOY - 404, Jonas Brothers - Happiness Begins, Jordan Rakei - Origin, Josephine Wiggs - We Fall, Judah & The Lion - Pep Talks, Juice WRLD - Death Race for Love, Julia Michaels - Inner Monologue, Pt. 1 EP, Kari Faux - CRY 4 HELP EP, Kasbo - Places We Don’t Know Remix EP, Kaskade - Redux 003, KÁRYYN - The Quanta Series, Kehlani - While We Wait EP, Kelsey Lu - Blood, Kerli - Shadow Works, Kevin Abstract - ARIZONA BABY EP, Kevin Abstract - Ghettoboy EP, Kevin Morby - Oh My God, KIAN - BLISS EP, Kiana Lede - Myself EP, Kishi Bashi - Omoiyari, Koffee - Rapture EP, Ladytron - Ladytron, Lafawndah - Ancestor Boy, Lemaitre - Fast Lovers EP, The Lemonheads - Varshons 2, Lexie Liu - 2030, Lil Skies - Shelby, Lissie - When I’m Alone: The Piano Retrospective, Local Natives - Violet Street, Logic - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Lolo Zouaï - High Highs to Low Lows, Loote - lost EP, Lonas - Youth EP, Lost Kings - Paper Crowns EP, Louis Futon - Way Back When, Loyle Carner - Not Waving, But Drowning, LSD - Labrinth, Sia & Diplo Presents… LSD, Lucky Daye - Painted, Lucy Rose - No Words Left, Mac DeMarco - Here Comes the Cowboy, Mack Keane - Donna Ave EP, Manila Killa - 1993 EP, Malibu Ken (Aesop Rock & TOBACCO) - Malibu Ken, Manatee Commune - PDA, Mansionair - Shadowboxer, Marco McKinnis - E’Merse EP, Maren Morris - GIRL, Maribou State - Kingdoms in Color Remixed, MARINA - LOVE + FEAR, Matt Maeson - Bank on the Funeral, McClenny - I’m Not Here EP, MED & Guilty Simpson - Child of the Jungle, Meg Mac - Hope, Megan Thee Stallion - Fever, Melii - phAses, Mereba - The Jungle Is The Only Way Out, Mickey Kojak - Coming Together EP, Middle Kids - New Songs for Old Problems EP, Mike Posner - A Real Good Kid, Mr. Carmack - Demolish [Mixtape], Mndsgn - Snaxx, MorMor - Some Place Else EP, The National - I Am Easy to Find, Nightly - Talk You Down EP, NIKI - wanna take this downtown? EP, Nina Nesbitt - The Sun Will Come Up, The Seasons Will Change, no rome - Crying In The Prettiest Places EP, Noah Kahan - Busyhead, Norah Jones - Begin Again, Octavian - Endorphins, ODESZA - A Moment Apart Remixes EP, Offset -  Father of Four, Oliver Dion - Exposed, Olivia O’Brien - Was It Even Real?, Omar Apollo - Friends EP, Panda Bear - Buoys, Patoranking - Wilmer, P!nk - Hurts 2B Human, Pink Sweat$ - Volume 2 EP, Phonte - Pacific Time EP, Plaid - Polymer, PnB Rock - TrapStar Turnt PopStar, Pond - Tasmania, PRETTYMUCH - Phases EP, Priests - The Seduction of Kansas, Prince - Originals, PUP - Morbid Stuff, Queen Herby - EP 5, Quelled Chris - Guns, Raja Kumari - BLOODLINE EP, Rat Boy - International Unknown, Raveena - Lucid, Rema - Rema EP, Reptaliens - VALIS, Rich The Kid - The World Is Yours 2, Rico Nasty & Kenny Beats - Anger Management, Rhye - Spirit, Rhys Lewis - In Between Minds EP, Rotimi - Walk With Me EP, Rudimental - Test Our Differences, Ruti - Racing Cars EP, Ryan Leslie - Fleurier Flows EP, RY X - Unfurl, RY X - The Water EP, SAFE - STAY, Said The Whale - Cascadia, St. Lucia - Remixed, Sammie - Everlasting, Santana - Africa Speaks, Santi - Mandy & The Jungle, Sara Bareilles - Amidst the Chaos, SASAMI - SASAMI, Saweetie - ICY EP, ScHoolboy Q - CrasH Talk, The Score - Pressure EP, Seasons - American Authors, Set It Off - Midnight, Set Mo - Surrender, Shafiq Husayn - The Loop, Sharon Van Etten - Remind Me Tomorrow, Shlohmo - The End, Shy Girls - Bird on the Wing, Silversun Pickups - Widow’s Weeds , Skepta - Ignorance Is Bliss, slenderbodies - soraya EP, slowthai - Nothing Great About Britain, Smif-N-Wessun - The All, Snake City - Hurts, SNBRN - Solé, SOAK - Grim Town, SOB X RBE & Hit-Boy - Family Not a Group, SOB X RBE & Marshmello - Roll the Dice EP, Sofia Kourtesis - Sofia Kourtesis EP, Solange - When I Get Home, SonReal - The Aaron LP, StayLoose - The City, Stef Chura - Midnight, Steve Lacy - Apollo XXI, Striking Matches - Morning EP, Styles P - S.P. The Goat: Ghost of All Time, Sufjan Stevens - Love Yourself / With My Whole Heart EP, Summer Walker - CLEAR EP, Sunflower Bean - King of the Dudes EP, Super Duper - Vessels EP, SVEA - This is EP, SYML - SYML, The Tallest Man On Earth - I Love You, Talos - Far Out Dust, Tank and the Bangas - Green Balloon, Tayla Parx - We Need To Talk, Taylor Bennett - The American Reject EP, Tech N9ne - N9na, TENDER - Fear of Falling Asleep, Terror Jr - Unfortunately, Terror Jr, Tiësto - Together, Tink - Voicemails, The-Dream - Menage a Trois: Sextape Vol. 1,2&3, T-Pain - 1UP, TOBi - STILL, Tom Walker - What A Time To Be Alive, Toro y Moi - Outer Peace, Tory Lanez - International Fargo [Mixtape], Trevor Jackson - Rough Draft 2, Tritonal - U & Me , The Vamps - Missing You EP, Various Artists - For The Throne (Music Inspired by the HBO Series Game of Thrones), Various Artists - Music Inspired by the Film Roma, Vasco - Tender Luv EP, Virginia to Vegas - Heartland St EP, Walshy Fire - Walsey Fire Presents: ABENG, Wallows - Nothing Happens, Wand - Laughing Matter, Weezer - Weezer (The Teal Album), Weyes Blood - Titanic Rising, Wild Belle - Everybody One of a Kind, Wu-Tang Clan - Of Mics and Men EP, X Ambassadors - ORION EP, XYLØ - pretty sad EP, Yeasayer - Erotic Reruns, Yeek - IDK WHERE, YG - 4REAL 4REAL, Yhung T.O. - On My Momma 2, Zacari - Run Free Run Wild EP, Zhavia Ward - 17 EP, 2 Chainz - Rap or Go to the League

Meh: A Boogie wit da Hoodie - Hoodie SZN, Berner - El Chivo, Birdman & Juvenile - Just Another Gangsta, Burna Boy & DJDS - Steel & Copper EP, Calboy - Wildboy, Casilofi - Create, Create, Create EP, DREAMERS - LAUNCH FLY LAND, DJ Muggs & Mach - Hommy: Tuez-Les Tous, Future - Future Hndrexx Presents: The WZRD, Future - SAVE ME EP, HiDoraah & Dolly White - Slimestas EP, Kenny Garrett - Hoax, Kevin Gates - Only The General Gon Understand EP, Logic - Supermarket, Miley Cyrus - SHE IS COMING EP, Night Lovell - GOODNIGHT LOVELL, Pet Shop Boys - Agenda EP, Pi’erre Bourne & Cardo Got WIngs - Pi’erre & Cardo’s WIld Adventure [Mixtape], Rod Wave - PTSD, Shy Glizzy - Covered N Blood, Spellling - Mazy Fly, Tee Grizzley - Scriptures, Tyga - Legendary, Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y - 2009, 03 Greedo - Still Summer in the Projects

Naw: Scarlxrd - INFINITY, Weezer - Weezer (The Black Album), Yung Gravy - Sensational, Zheani - The Line Censored

[olympivnshq]

congratulations izabella !  deliberating on EURYDICE was really intense for us because we got two applications that were equally beautiful. what stood out for us was how much of an individual you made this character in a way that made us believe she is the tragic protagonist of her own story. your passionate advocation for that came through in every section in your application, and while it was a tough decision, we know we ultimately made the right one. we’re happy to welcome you with your first faceclaim choice: BENSU SORAL.

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ  OOC INFO.

Hi there! I’m Izabella, I’m 22 years old and I currently live in CST. I’m super excited to apply, especially since I’m such a fan of greek mythology. I’m also a gif maker in my free time for the rpc!

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ  DEITY  —  GENDER. AGE RANGE.

Eurydice, Female, (23-27)

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ MORTAL NAME. JOB/OCCUPATION. BOROUGH/NEIGHBORHOOD.

Adara Phillips, Cabaret Dancer & Waitress, Greenpoint

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ AESTHETICS.

i. The pale orange sky of a 5am morning ii. Flowers growing back as thorns iii. Ripped fishnets paired with boots iv.The lonely howl of wind through an empty apartment v. A single spark of hope vi. Smudged eyeliner vii. Standing in a crowd of strangers viii. Cracks on the ceiling ix. An old leather jacket, well worn x. The smell of hot coffee xi. Cherry lips, a smart mouth xii. A canary in a golden cage xiii. Guarded walls xiv. Winter snowfall on the city xv. The hazy lights of a club

☆ﾟ*・ PLAYLIST.

E U R Y D I C E; A playlist (listen here)

ft. H.E.R, Frank Ocean, Billie Eilish, & more

i.  Sweet, sweet fate I had about all that can take You’re my living in the breath that I make Is it yours? I wonder

ii.  Shower your affection, let it rain on me Don’t leave me on this white cliff Let it slide down to the, slide down to the sea

iii. Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve Way down we go

iv.  It’s seeming more and more Like all we ever do is see how far it bends Before it breaks in half and then We bend it back again

v.  I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee That made him turn around And I’d be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice Imagine being loved by me!

vi.  But nothing is better sometimes Once we’ve both said our goodbyes Let’s just let it go

vii. And we were grown on the same round little blue dot Although the answers will take their time and the spinning won’t stop So could it be that the nightmare is upon us And heavy hearts can’t decide when they’ve had enough

viii. Two drifters off to see the world There’s such a crazy world to see We’re all chasin’ after all the same Chasing after our rainbow’s end

☆ﾟ*・ HOW WOULD YOU PLAY THEM?

( y o u t h )

Disillusionment. Adara is no stranger to the darkness the world has to offer, too many times has it plagued her path. Born into a poor family, each breathe was a struggle. There was never enough food on the table, never time for love to blossom when her parents were forced to work graveyard shifts. In a house that threatened to fall apart, Adara began to understand just who she could rely on: herself. Still, little inklings of childhood dreams would float into her mind. Was there a life out there waiting for her, warmth and yearning pushing her to try and find it. So she did- at the naive age of eighteen, she packed a bag of her belongings and disappeared into the world. The greyhound bus took her from her empty South Carolina town into the heart of New York City. For the first time in forever, she could taste a possibility on her tongue: the kind of future where she didn’t have to live day by day.

It wasn’t like that.

( n e w y o r k ‘ s l i g h t s)

She’d gone from place to place, landing in a rundown apartment that was far from being a home. The cracks on the ceilings mirrored that of the girl, each one growing more severe with every encounter. What money she had she hid under her mattress, the dollars beginning to dwindle under New York’s gaze. In an act of desperation, Adara found herself in an interview for a cabaret bar. The flier’s bold letters made a claim: be a star, shine like a dream. That was all she really wanted, a chance. So she took it head-on, promises coming back to tie a rope around her neck. Instead of a glimmering stage, she was tossed into the works as a waitress and dead beat dancer. The crowd was reminiscent of sharks in bloody waters- the disgusting comments made them high, all at the expense of Adara. And kindness? It was as prevalent as water in a drought.

Dreams withered away and the knife twisted in further.

( t h e h e a r t a c h e)

What little solace she had was in a neighbor. He’d introduced himself with a soft smile, eyes that shone like brilliant emeralds. It was hard not to lay all her hope into him, when every other hour spent was under the shadow of skyscrapers. Falling in love was something Adara had never done before, and it terrified her. We’ll run away from here, we’ll find something better. They were promises again, made under linen covers and the stars. Yet once she was ready to give herself away completely, heart in the palm of her hands, he left without a sound. No note, no word, nothing but the wind blowing through an empty apartment. It was a lesson learned- trust no one but yourself.

( t h e d e b t )

Money was what made the world around, and she never seemed to be able to get enough of it. Each dollar made was stuffed away, rent looming overhead, demanding to be paid. The first of the month would arrive with a fury, and Adara would struggle to make the payment. She’d fall short another hundred, and her debt would begin to rise. The threat of eviction notices began to pile up at her door, and she’d plead with the landlord to give her another chance… however the question remains, how many chances does she have left?

( e u r y d i c e & a d a r a )

What I wanted to do was have Adara’s life mirror that of Eurydice’s. I think that the original version is someone that was plagued in her own fate, a tragic hero that despite her hope, was taken apart by the world. She was known for being resilient and putting her faith in others, only to be betrayed. Such was the case when it came to Adara chasing her dreams and the man she was willing to fall in love with. I think a common thing between each character is their transition from innocent hopeful to a realist. Both approach life as a pragmatist, after understanding that in order to survive, they cannot hold onto things like hope… however being human, this is something that they desperately want in their life (despite not being willing to admit it). A sense of warmth, someone to hold. Adara, like Eurydice, carries the heavy burden of being alone and it’s an extremely tiring thing. They each trudge on because they have to, but if given a better option, both can be swayed into falling for a trap. For Eurydice, this is the encounter with Hades or even marrying Orpheus. For Adara, this was the lure of the big city and promise.

All of these factors determine how I would portray the character if given the chance, both Adara and her mythic counterpart: as someone whose weathered, someone who finds complications in giving away her heart too easy because of fear, someone who understands that the world can sometimes be a machine that takes people and spits them out… and someone who desperately wants this to not be true.

Personality traits

+ Resilient   +Independent  +Complex  +Fiery

+/- Cunning

-Desperate  -Unhappy  -Disenchanted   -Guarded

*please include both how’d you play their “mortal” version, as well as their original, unadulterated selves.

answer these questions: 1. are they more likely to stand with the pantheon or against it?  ( if you are choosing a god they may endeavor to dismantle it for whatever reason )

I think that Eurydice would potentially stand against the Pantheon, after all, she sees the gods and goddesses as beings who have everything. It’s their job to help take care of the mortals, but she herself has been left to the devices of the world. It gives her little to believe in, and if it’s beneficial to stand against the pantheon and serves her, then she would do it. 2. what is their stand on mortals?

Mortals are unkind. Mortals have been put through hell and back, Eurydice included. However if they can tap into their human nature, maybe just maybe, the world can begin to bloom again.

☆ﾟ*・ SAMPLE PARA (OPTIONAL)

A mosaic of pink and orange painted the sky, dawn falling on the city that never slept. For a moment, she could hold onto a sense of calm. No streetcar horns, no sound of the train rumbling past her apartment, no neighbors airing out their Saturday morning grievances. Peace. If only. It’d been another late-night shift at the bar, a job that left little to be desired considering the clientele. Come on sugar, how about you ditch the drinks? When she’d been younger, she always dreamed of becoming something great- one of those actors that shined under the spotlight. Maybe a dancer at the ballet. Unfortunately, life had cast aside dreams in favor of reality. There was no room for fantasies when she needed to survive. So, another grimy eight hour was another table set with dinner.

Cigarette extinguished into the ashtray, her eyes looked across the street at a familiar bedroom. The light was on, he was probably headed to work again. They’d met on the NQ train, each encounter furthering the blush that threatened to creep in her cheeks. But it was always the same. The minute life offered a warm bed and a hand to hold, a sense of doubt nudged her heart aside. There was no room for love, not for a woman who didn’t have the luxury of falling. Another person was a liability, and wouldn’t they only hurt her and disappoint her like the rest? Adara’s gaze lingered for a moment, the myriad of what-ifs swimming in her mind before she cast them aside. Life didn’t work that way. Life wasn’t kind.

☆ﾟ*・ ANYTHING ELSE?

here is adara’s muse tag

[astereaholloway]

- ̗̀ * ( sophie turner + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( aster holloway ) walking around campus ? they are a ( twenty-one ) year old, studying ( botany + entomology ). we hear they are in ( theta sigma eta ), and can be ( opinionated & daunting ), maybe it’s because they are an ( aries ). they sort of remind us of ( abandoned greenhouses, spinning bike wheels , iridescent pocket knives ), maybe we can find out more ! *  ̖́-  + habitat

i yeet’d holliday for this child o’ mine pls love her bc i love her sm i’ll prolly change her fc to sophie turner as soon as i get tired of cropping gifs of saoirse but enjoy her face for now sksksk. like this n i’ll come to u!!

tw: fire, death, cancer, etc. etc.

gen. info

full name: aster holloway

nickname(s): n/a, give her one n she’ll cut you probably

b.o.d. - april 1st.

label(s): the hellcat, the minefield, the connard, etc. etc.

height: probably like 5′7″ or 5′8″ tbh

hometown: inglewood, california

sexuality: chaotic. lesbian.

bio. info

hasn’t had the most......stable, life

born to dahlia verbeck, a botanist, wildlife conservationist, and volunteer firefighter whose presence was very well known in south california’s environmental scene

to keep a long story short, she married maverick holloway; a sleazy low-rank cop with a smoking problem and an obnoxious personality when she was 19. he was nearly twice her age. nobody knows why she married him, or why she tolerated him

the relationship was by no means abusive, but it was lackluster

this led to dahlia having a one night stand, and baba boom baba bing, aster was conceived

 the only one who knew that the child wasn’t maverick’s was dahlia’s twin brother, donovan, whose career was p much the exact same as dahlia’s

they were basically both mad scientists; when dahlia started slacking because of her pregnancy, donovan would kick it up

like ykno the twin scientists in bioshock infinite ?? that them like they were eerily alike, always finishing each other’s sentences. nightmare fuel.

the only difference was that donovan was considerably less intense than dahlia b/c dahlia was the kinda lass who would set fire to your car

anywAYs so aster was born and everything was fine n dandy until she got a lil older and it suddenly became clear that this child was absolutely not maverick’s at all because they looked. nothing alike. like u know when u can just tell ?? yeah. yeah u could tell

maverick left dahlia afterwards and it was essentially up to her to raise aster alone. donovan had his own wife and kid to take care of and sort of backed down from his career to do so. house dads ftw

aster grew up knowing her dad as some ‘deadbeat no good’ simply bc dahlia was bitter

also grew up as the kid who would hold worms over another kid’s face and taunt them w/ it. so like, playground bully. that was aster. she’s not ashamed of it

she was often left on her own to do her own kinda shit b/c her mom was always busy out in nature n’ shit but aster never minded; loved her mom a Lot

aster’s life changed when she was nine

her mother had been doing research out in the ~wilderness~ with donovan, after months of convincing him of doing this one last project with her~ when the wildfires started

it spread so fast, and they were already too far away from the road

it took them two months to confirm that the twins were dead

rather than leave aster to maverick, elaine--donovan’s wife--took her under her wing and moved across the country to boston alongside myra, her daughter

elaine always held a resentment towards aster because of her mother, but never did anything about it--it was just always, sorta, implied ?

but myra and aster got along swimmingly despite being polar opposites

aster was p much a feral child, and myra had been receiving etiquette lessons since birth, practically--like, literally

elaine put them in the same hobbies but aster always found ways to be wildly different from the ~standard~

myra learned cello and flute, aster started up on bass and drums (breaking both instruments, repeatedly, for many years)

elaine forced dance onto the both of them, and whilst they both excelled at ballet--aster switched over to a more free-flowing dance as soon as she was able to

(that and when elaine tried to put aster in sports instead of dance--figuring her fiery nature would be put to good use--aster managed to get kicked off of every single team of every single sport she tried b/c of her aggression. theyve had to fight a few lawsuits after aster’s broken a number of noses and sporting equipments)

myra was learning two languages, aster? dyslexic and could barely read english as it was; science made sense to her, however. plants? especially.

people confused myra and aster for twins nearly all the damn time, despite only being cousins, they were so alike and yet so opposite

that was, of course, until they got into a nasty spat when they were seventeen

it was something about dead parents and resentments and yadda yadda; it didn’t end well

aster wound up running away......all the way back to los angeles.

n i mean like......homegirl literally managed to run away across the gd country w/o getting caught or murdered

by the time she arrived in los angeles her aunt was sort of like ‘fuck it ur almost 18′ b/c....aster was nearly 18 by the time she arrived in the city, and elaine contacted maverick who in which found aster

aster did not want to go with him, after hearing stories about him just being no-good

but at that point, maverick was one of los angeles’ head detectives with a beautiful apartment and a beautiful wife and a beautiful dog and just kind of living his best life ?? after dahlia’s death he had really cleaned himself up y’kno

aster still kind of resented him but that was more of an inner thing

anyways she started attending ucla b/c her mother attended ucla, but her mother wasn’t a part of a sorority

it was one of those spur of the moment decisions and like nobody knows how aster ended up in theta sigma eta b/c she’s like a grumpy grandmother

but like she dun’ did that

we stan

a year ago maverick was diagnosed w cancer and has been in the hospital battling it ever since, aster is admittedly effected by it but like would never tell anybody ever

she doesn’t really tell anybody anything about her life, like, it’s a gd mystery

uuuuuuuuh aster works in a floral shop as a florist and grows her own shit ranging from fruits, vegetables, weed, shrooms, uh opium poppies yeah she Does that

it’s organic n fresh n shit like the devil works hard but aster works harder

she doesn’t really ~sell~ too often b/c she’s kinda selfish w her stash but it’s some top notch shit when she does 

no she doesn’t grow in the floral shop she’s not Stupid

aster inherited some of her mother’s properties Out There so she drives up almost everyday to take care of her plants

uuuhh fun fact, aster’s part of a dance like...company, kind of? but not really ? outside of ucla b/c she hates being involved in school shit besides habitat for humanity

personality

v v v harsh tbh

she won’t beat around the bush, usually...brutally honest, tbh?

like lbr she’s kind of a bitch too

just v offputting at first b/c she tells it like how it is n doesn’t rly care abt ur problems

doesn’t go around lookin’ for new friends but if you’re tight w her then she’ll probably die for u like she’s v loyal

but if u wrong her like even once she’ll drop u and treat u like right shit

she either feels intensely or nothing at all n that’s like. smth u have to deal w/

she’s v v v chaotic neutral, bordering evil--really works in her own favors

became a botanist after her mother bc she admired her mother more than anybody else

not saying that being vegan is a personality trait

but

aster’s a vegan

n just super hardcore into saving the earth n shit?

litter and she’ll break ur nose, basically

v into sustainable living n shit. rides her bicycle everywhere if she can, rly rarely drives, doesn’t do fast fashion at ALL

v v passionate, will argue w/ u until u admit she’s right even if she’s painfully wrong

like super stubborn, v opinionated, assumes the worst of u immediately

a lil cynical, but is more realist than pessimist

BIG FUCKING GAY

like so gay

she’s not Out-Out but she definitely doesn’t hide it, just doesn’t think it’s necessary to be like ‘im gay’ every 5 minutes n doesn’t think it’s necessary to let ppl kno she’s gay b/c shes just like....its my business

kinda bitch to flirt w dudes for fun in order to lead them on, get them to do things for her, etc. etc. just to disappoint in the end

this is big dumbass energy b/c that’s how u get stabbed

unless aster stabs u first

kinda gal who’ll key ur car if u piss her off during a class debate, but will also stick thumb tacks into ur wheels n shit too

like.....i said she’s spiteful, right? b/c she can b so spiteful

really, genuinely, has no regard for other ppl’s feelings

her music taste is either heavy rock or straight up like grimes/die antwoord there is no in between (prolly listens to billie eilish tho)

owns a pet tarantula n yes she has it in her dorm n Yes she brings it out n plays w it n shit her name is stevie nicks n u better respect her

big slut

would never cheat on u but also probably wouldn’t date u in the first place bc she’s scared of like....being in a relationship b/c all of hers are p much on the rocks

probably carries around a pocket knife at all times

probably bought said pocket knife from a dude in an alleyway for like $5 

myra also goes to ucla and theyre 100% still not speaking but that’s bc they’re both too stubborn to go to each other but like lbr aster misses her cousin

v unruly, nvr brushes her hair, usually got dirt on her clothes bc she’s prolly been digging in gardens or stealing flowers or some shit

bright side is tht she always smells like flowers

theta sigma eta is lucky b/c she cooks her own meals w her own fresh veggies n shit n she always makes too much food n like ? so good

but anyways she’s also got like no manners okay she’s so impolite

uuuuuuh god i dunno what else

wanted connections

ride or die

other friends of varying closeness

ex-friends ???

...like somebody she’s into but also...not into? v conflicted feelings

on-and-off-agains bc their relationship is awful n probably toxic but it just. hurt so good

ex-gfs

ex-hookups

boys she’s led on

boys she’s currently leading on

flirtatious encounter gone wrong [not clickbait] ??

enemies

enemies but gone sexual [not clickbait]

buyers of her products - either weed, shrooms, or opium teehee

roommate

give her somebody she was a uwu soft crush on but would nvr do anything abt bc gross romance !!

alternately, unrequited crushes of any sorts

fellow gays b/c gays always end up knowing each other

party pals

frenemies ??

sdfgh give me her dad’s trophy wife pleathe....it’d be so funny

childhood friends tht knew her b4 she moved to boston so like...ages 0-9

childhood friends tht knew her after she moved to boston so like...ages 9-17

or acquaintances bc she was....a mean one

A TUTOR just b/c she can rly struggle w her dyslexia

[fredheads]

Headcanons about what would have happened if Archie moved to Chicago? I can see Archie being so confused by city life.

hold onto your titties because you are about to go on the ride of your life. this just violently jarred me back into the time my friend emily and i spent hours fleshing out an au where archie moved to chicago and died. so... here it is, in as much detail as i can remember. 

before i get into it here’s what i actually think would happen in a big city: archie gets lost all the time, is terrified of pigeons, and answers phone calls from fred as the sausage king of chicago. but for the death and disaster look under the cut. your question was so innocent im sorry. 

so firstly this takes place in s1 after fred and archie have a huge fight about fred not taking in jughead or something. archie yells at him that he wishes he had moved to chicago with mary after all (which naturally cuts fred like a knife to the heart) and then he runs away to pickens park and makes a wish in the fountain that none of this had ever happened and he had moved away 2 years ago with his mom. 

obviously, the fountain is magic and grants his wish. aye, here’s the rub: in this universe, archie boarded a bus to chicago to move there after the divorce and his bus was hit by an orinoco truck, killing him (and him alone - all the other passengers survived) instantly. did we learn nothing from stephen king people? your creepy small town will not let you leave. dont even try it. 

so archies dead. but archie from our universe has crossed into the universe where he’s dead, and the riverdale he sees.... is not one he recognizes. dun dun dun... 

here’s what riverdale’s like without archie: 

tldr: if archie dies on the way to chicago it sets into motion an elaborate series of events that rely on one another and eventually create a dark paralell riverdale which archie is forced to visit and has to bear the burden of knowing it exists after he returns to his own timeline. im borrowing heavily from archie comics canon with this scenario. 

i’ll get this out of the way first. theres no nice way to say this, im sorry. fred tries to stick it out, he really does. he makes it about three months in which he’s unrecognizable to himself, in which his life is all grief. then he sits in his garage for a little too long with the motor running. his note to mary says little more than “im going to be with him. im sorry.” his note to fp... i wont get into that. alice, neighbourhood watch captain, finds his body. starts cpr too late. theres a joint headstone that says FRED AND ARCHIE ANDREWS. 

oh fred sells the house also. vegas runs away. 

gladys still leaves and jughead still runs away because fps drinking problem is now obviously even worse. only now jughead has nowhere to go when another construction company tears down the drive-in. 

jughead's messed up emotionally after losing his best friend and everything at home. he and betty fight after the funeral and arent on speaking terms. hes very angry and bitter. 

hermione never moves back to riverdale because she cant face it after fred dies. veronica stays in new york. 

alice doesnt have fred to be the yin to her yang and regulate her parenting so shes stricter and more closed off than ever. betty is grieving 24/7. maybe alice even sends betty away to live w her aunt. 

reggie is rougher, coarser, angrier. all the bulldogs are. especially after: 

this is a full on archie comics reference (and also some samplings of sweet valley twins lmfao) but fred in the future was supposed to save moose's life at some point but now that hes not around to do it, moose dies. dilton and midge are both heartbroken. 

kevin doesnt have archie or betty to stick up for him and the football team (all traumatized by archies death and living marginally shitter existences without fred andrews in them) are making his life hell. hes still open about his sexuality but the climate is a lot worse. he deals with it by being really aggressive and flamboyant and always clamouring for a fight until everyones convinced hes asking for the harassment he gets. none of the closeted rhs students feel safe to come out, least of all cheryl. 

speaking of cheryl veronica toni and archie arent there to treat her like a real person in sophmore year so shes a tyrannical ice queen with no remorse but she doesnt even enjoy it 

sheriff keller is under a ton of stress dealing with his son and also having to deal with freds death personally messed him up a bit. hes throwing himself into his work all the time and doesnt make time to be a good dad. 

gr*ndy hurts other kids and never gets caught

weatherbee retires and is replaced by tightass military drill sergeant principal howitzer. rhs cuts funding to the arts, to guidance counselors and to pretty much everything good. no ones allowed to bring a same sex date to prom. 

business sucks at the choklit shop so pop has to sell. 

did i mention vegas runs away? 

eventually sabrina or evelyn evernever or someone moves into archies old house and threatens cheryls prom queen status so she and jason go full billy and chris at rhs prom and play a carrie style prank on her and it ends with the whole town burning to the ground. cool. 

anyway obviously archie wishes to take his wish back and everything is fine but heres a long unnecessary depressing answer you didnt need. i realize this makes it sound like everything in riverdale hinges on fred andrews’ life but like... thats my brand and also am i wrong 

[blindersbeach]

dad’s plan

wc: 1364

blurb: when the reader comes home crying, Linda notices and Arthur and her come up w a plan for Valentine’s Day.

Being the daughter of Arthur Shelby was never easy. People always had an opinion and you never cared to hear for it. It didn’t matter to you because you knew how kind your father and his brothers were. You always wished people would see the other side of them and not just judge by actions. You also wished for people to not judge you for having a Shelby last name.

You came home from your friend Abby’s house, which was on the way from yours. You had stopped in to say hi to her mother and have a snack. Abby told you all about how her crush had asked her out. No, it didn’t make you feel good, but you didn’t show it. You never really showed emotion unless you were by yourself. Not even around your step-mother, Linda, and you were really close with her. Once you got home, instead of going straight to your room you went outside into the small garden that you started to build with your father. Your books dropped behind you before full fledged bawling. You sat near the conval lilies. In your small garden there was also cheddar pink flowers, roses, sweet peas, and marigolds. Only a few were naturally sprouting and the others you planted with the help of Arthur.

As you continued to weep among the flowers, you keep thinking about just giving up with guys your age. Even Linda said she hated even thinking about liking or dating a guy when she was a teenager. You hadn’t noticed her peering through the window wondering if you were okay. She called upon Arthur to go check on you.

You heard the crunch of the grass under his boot as he approached closer. You realized that it was him and tried to stop crying, wiping your tears away. You sat up straighter and pretended that you were okay. Your father sat next to you putting a hand on your back. “What happened? Why is My Little Girl crying?” He asked. He wiped away the rogue tear.

“Nothing, just a hard day.” You said, but it wasn’t convincing him.

“Then look at me and say it.” He continued knowing that it was the only way to get something out of you.

“Okay, Abby got a date along with everyone else I know and I didn’t. She went into every single detail that I didn’t care for and of course I am happy for her. It just sucks that I didn’t and I have never.” You said being to cry again. Your father pulled you close to him.

“You don’t need a man and you’ll want someone special. Look how long it took for me to find Linda after your mom.” Arthur said. Your mom had left both you and your father more than ten years ago. She didn’t want to bare the thought of being with a Peaky Blinder and raise a child that would end up one. She left in the middle of the night and left a note for Arthur. You found him crying in his room.

“What if I never find anyone?” You ask finally being able to look at him. It broke his heart to see you like this.

“Then you don’t and that’s okay. Surround yourself with people that love you. Now, will you come in the house. It’s freezing outside and I believe Linda is making your favorite soup!” Arthur said with a nice pep in his voice to bring you to a happier place. You both stood up and began walking back inside the house. “Those flowers bloomed nicely. We should pick some later and bring them inside the house.” He put his arm around you hoping that his comfort would cheer you up.

“Linda, I just feel bad. She shouldn’t feel like this over some guys. Finn tells me that some of them are afraid of her because she beat Finn in a fight before. You know that’s not her fault, Finn is so little.” He said with a chuckle. Linda push a finger in front of her mouth for him to be quieter. You were sleeping on the couch in the living room. You couldn’t really make it up the stairs from being so mentally and physically drained. You didn’t know how much it actually affected you.

“Darling, take her to dinner or something. Do something nice for her. It’s not the best, but it’s better than your idea of hiring some guy to ask her.” Linda said putting a hand on his arm.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“No! She is your daughter and Valentine’s Day is about all kinds of love. We will have many more to celebrate. So, we can start thinking of ideas.”

You woke up to uncomfortable back pain. That couch wasn’t as comfortable as you had remembered for times before. The quilt felt heavy as you pushed it off. The smell of breakfast was coming from the other room. You heard your little brother squirming as Linda was trying to bottle feed him. You entered the kitchen to see your family sitting at the table.

“We didn’t want to wake you, but the food just got done cooking.” Linda said. She was a great cook, way better than your father.

“Where is dad?” You said as he appeared through the kitchen door. He had a bushel of flowers in one hand and a knife, which you assumed cut the flowers, in the other. Arthur set the knife down and tied the flowers with some ribbon that was on the counter. Linda was smiling at him. You were fond of how much they loved each other and wanted the best of the other. It was something that you would eventually want in life with someone. Arthur handed the flowers to you. “This vase is already full of fresh ones.” You said, gesturing to the one in front of you.

“They are for you. I am also going to take you to dinner. I wanted to do something special for My Little Girl.” Arthur said with a smile. You had always had a great relationship with your father and always looked up to him.

“Why thank you, but I am fine watching Billy while you and Linda go out. I actually want to.”  You said with a large smile. Your family was glad to see it back, You put the flowers beside your plate and starting to serve yourself. Linda gestured with her head for Arthur to begin talking again.

“I am not taking no for an answer.” He said proudly, but Linda almost let out a burst of laughter for how he looked. He was standing tall with his chest puffed out like how he had been the first time they went on a date. You looked at your father and then to Linda.

“Okay. What is our grand adventure going to be?” You said as your father sat down next to Linda. Arthur and Linda began to smile knowing what they were planning.

After stopping at the Garrison for unknown reasons to you, your father brought you to a nice restaurant. You didn’t realize that Small Heath had any. Once you sat down, Arthur ordered his usual drink. Your face turned bright red and your eyes widened. Arthur looked at you worried.

“Abby is here with her date.” You said putting your chin in your hand.

“Have a good night, don’t get into trouble!” Arthur said getting up and pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“Wait, Dad! Where are you going? Why are you leaving me? You can’t just leave me” You said, but he already left. When you looked back Isaiah was sitting in his spot. “What are you doing here?” Isaiah and you were just friends, so this was weird for you.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I am just here because Arthur rang me and just wanted you have a fun night. So, let’s make the fookers jealous and confused.” He put his hand on yours and you both started to laugh. It ended up being one of the best nights, mainly because Isaiah always has a way of cheering you up.

[avenging-fandoms]

i just read “Tease” and I got thinking, how would it be having a polyamorous relationship w billy & steve. oh fuck. -💫

OH JESUS CHRIST THIS MADE ME SHIFT IN MY SEAT (of course i added smut, c’mon it’s me)

sure, billy and steve didn’t really like each other, but when y/n came into the picture, they became the best of friends.

you had always been that quiet girl. nose in a book or doing the homework that was assigned that day. you weren’t a nerd, no, but you liked to keep your grades in a nice way.

billy and steve, they weren’t doing so hot with their grades. mr. adams had assigned steve and billy for you to tutor to you, and you didn’t have any complaints. they were hot and gorgeous, although they would never talk to you for their own free will.

you all had made plans to meet up at steve’s house that nice, and you were the last one there because you had to walk. you knocked on the door and steve opened the door with an annoyed looking billy behind him.

“you’re late” billy sighed and walked away. steve looked at you and gave a sympathetic look.

“i’m sorry, i’m not going to be an asshole like him. thank you for doing this” you walked in and he closed the door. “you changed your clothes?” he noticed your swapped your jeans for a skirt.

“oh, yeah, i had to walk here and it’s a little hot outside.” you two walk into his living room and you look around. “wow, your house is.. beautiful”

“thank you, i helped design some of it” he smiled and you nodded, smiling. “i think you look beautiful in that skirt”

you blush a deep crimson color and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “thank you”

“can we stop flirting and get on with this? billy grumbled. you cleared your throat and took out your books.

“okay.. billy. what are you struggling with?”

“i’m struggling to stay awake, this is boring”

“we haven’t even started, dip shit” steve said and billy glared. 

the whole night consisted of you helping the two, and having to sit between them to stop the fighting. when the studying was done, steve stood up and clapped his hands.

“well, i don’t know about you two, but a dip in the pool sounds like a great relaxer right now” he went outside to his pool, and the tension in the room was so thick between you and billy you could cut it with a knife. but it wasn’t an awkward tension, it was something else, and you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“i should.. start heading home it’s-” billy scooted over and placed his hand on your knee, smiling.

“why so soon?” he whispered, and your breathing started to go uneven. “the party’s just getting started” his lips hovered over yours softly, and you licked your lips, touching his with your tongue. he leaned forward and kissed you, and you gasped, pulling away. 

“let’s-let’s go swim” you got up and went outside, pausing when you see steve undressing. he turns around and smiles.

“well let’s get wet, princess” he winked and jumped in. you sighed and undressed, hopping in as well. you rose to the surface and ran your hands over your hair, watching billy undress. he caught you staring and winked, and you went under the water again. he jumped in and swam over to you, hands next to your head.

“you liked the show, pretty girl?” he whispered. 

“yes” you whispered. he leaned down and kissed you. “what about steve?”

“he’s doing just fine over there” he kissed you again, and you closed your eyes. you heard splashing and ignored it, but your eyes shot open when you felt fingers rubbing your clit slowly. steve was next to billy, smirking.

“we’ve planned this before you came” steve said and kissed your cheek. “are you okay with it?”

“more than okay” you replied. he smiled and kissed you, and billy fingers dipped into your underwear, inserting his fingers slowly. you moan into steve’s mouth, and steve undoes your bra, playing with your nipples. your back arched from the wall, and you moaned again. “shit” you breathed when billy’s thumb started to rub your clit, and his fingers curled.

your legs started to tremble and you held onto the edge of the pool, a leg around billy’s waist.

“what, are you close already?”

“i’ve never.. done this before” you admit, and billy and steve smirk at each other, then look back at you.

“don’t you worry, pretty girl” billy sped up his fingers and you moaned loudly. “we’re gonna take good care of you”

your gripped onto their shoulders, loudly orgasming on billy’s fingers. he pulled away and smiled.

“you did so well, princess. don’t worry, we’ll go slow with you” steve smiled and you softly smiled at the two.

now this was better than just tutoring them.

[imultifandomstuff]

My Hero

A/N this one took me so long to write, good lort. I hope you guys like it though!! Prompts number 38, 41, and 61 from this prompt list.

Pairing: Richie Tozier X fem reader (although there's only one thing that indicates reader is a girl, so you can imagine otherwise if you'd like)

Summary: the Losers find reader after a bad run in with Henry

Warnings: bullying, blood, some unwanted touching, and cursing 

Richie Tozier

You made a mistake. A big, big mistake.

You were being bullied, as usual, when Henry pulled out his signature knife. You begged and pleaded for him not to use it on you, to no avail. He only laughed evilly, glancing over at Patrick who smirked largely.

Belch looked unsure, and went to question Henry when you finally yanked one of your arm's free from his hands, slapping Henry in the cheek. "Leave me alone, asshole!" You screamed at him, although you immediately regretted your decision as anger covered his features and he went rigid.

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly in shock at what you had done, and you immediately tried to apologize. "Henry, p-please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- ah!" You couldn't finish your sentence, as a first came barreling down onto your face. You would've fallen, had Belch not grabbed your arm once more while Victor held the other tightly.

You felt blood drip out of your mouth, and tears sprung in your eyes. "What'd you say, bitch?" Henry spat, holding his knife close to your face. He slid the flat side down your cheek, causing you to squeeze your teary eyes shut.

"I'm sorry!" You cried. "Please, I'll do whatever you want." You felt his movements stop. "Anything? Really," he chuckled, and your eyes opened lightly to look at him. You gave him a short nod, watching as he looked between all of his friends. He smirked wildly, waving his hand at Patrick and Belch,"Turn her around."

Your eyes widened once again as the two forcefully turned you around, shoving you against the railing your back had been pressed against just moments before. "No, not that! That's not what I meant! Please, please," you begged, turning your head awkwardly to face Belch. He was the nicest out of all of them, – well, as nice as anyone in the Bowers gang could be – and if any of them was going to stick up for you, it'd be him.

You caught his eyes for just a moment, but he quickly looked away in shame at what he was doing. Sure, he bullied kids all the time, but hurting ladies wasn't his favorite thing to do in his spare time.

"H-Henry, maybe we shouldn't-"

"Shut up!" Henry screamed, lifting your shirt up and dragging the flat side of his blade against it. Your breath hitched when you felt it, and suddenly the sharp side was pressed into your skin. You shouted out in pain, feeling the blade lifted from your skin only to press it down once more.. then again.. and again.

Only the last time, he pressed down deeper than before, and you screamed and sobbed and begged him to stop. "Okay, Henry. That's enough, dude. I think you proved your point," Victor said, nudging Henry. "Yeah, if you go too deep you'll kill her," Belch agreed.

Henry thought about it, running a hand over his creation. A shallow 'H' was carved into your back, along with multiple deeper cuts that oozed blood. Blood was smeared along your back from his hand, which was also covered in it. He smeared the blood from his hand onto your jeans, running a hand over your butt as he went.

He took a step back,"Alright, let's go."

Patrick huffed as he let go of your arm, looking at Victor and Belch,"Sissy's." The two ignored him, Belch letting you go as well. They all went back into Belch's car, speeding off quickly. You fell to the ground, pulling your knees up to your chest as you sobbed. What did you do to deserve this?

"Y/N? Are you- Holy shit! You're bleeding," you heard a familiar voice shout, and multiple bikes falling to the ground. You looked up at your friends that were running toward you, sobbing loudly. "H-Henry," you sobbed, unable to speak properly. You didn't have to, though. They understood, they knew.

"Oh, shit," Stanley muttered once he got a good look at you, seeing the blood that had seeped through your shirt. "We have to get her help!" Eddie exclaimed loudly, already beginning to panic as he looked at you. Richie pulling you against his chest, stroking your hair.

"Richie, c-come on. W-w have to tuh-take her somewhere," Billy said, laying a hand on his friends shoulder. "Um, okay, uh, take her home and I'll go to my house and get the supplies. Her parents aren't home, right? Just take her home, and I'll get the stuff and bring it to you. My mom would have a cow if I brought her home," Eddie quickly said. He lived close to you, and knew that he had all of the supplies needed to bandage you up.

"Oh shit, okay. I'm gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay," he told you, looking over at his friends,"no way I'm trying to fight these fools. Not on this." You nodded weakly, your sobs subsiding. The others helped him pick you up over his shoulder and walk you to his bike, setting you down on the seat as he climbed up. You weakly wrapped your arms around his waist as he began to peddle, having to stand on the peddles as you were on the seat. The others quickly climbed onto their bikes, and they all began riding toward your house.

"Don't bleed out onto my back, 'kay?" Richie said over his shoulder, feeling you lean your head against his back. Within a few minutes, you'd arrived at your house. He helped you off of the bike, holding you close against him as he helped you walk to your front door.

The others shoved the door open, and took you to the bathroom. Beverly looked through the drawers and cupboards, looking for a towel and some rags, as Richie gently set you on the edge of your bathtub. Finally, she found some, placing it under running water and pushing Richie out of the way. "Hey, Y/N," she gently spoke, causing you to look up at her. "I'm gonna wipe the blood off of your face, okay?"

You nodded, and she got to work. She wiped around your mouth, seeing Richie pacing out of he corner of her eye. Mike went to find something for the bruise on your cheek, and Ben and Stanley watched with sad eyes. Neither of them knew what to do, they hated seeing you like this. You were the sweet, innocent Y/N who wouldn't even hurt a fly.

"Where's Richie and Bill? They're taking forever." He stressed. "You're gonna stress her out even more, Rich. Calm down," Beverly said, scowling at him. You sniffled, and Richie looked over at you. He grabbed onto one of your hands, intertwining his fingers together with yours as he thought of all the ways he could torture Henry.

Mike finally came back to the bathroom, a bag of frozen peas in hand. He gently pressed it to your cheek, causing you to jump. Soon enough, Eddie and Bill came running through the front doors of your house and into your bathroom, supplies nearly falling out of their hands. They gently lifted the back of your shirt, and got to work. You hissed as the alcohol fell into your wounds, the stinging almost too much to bear. Tears sprung in your eyes at the pain, but it was over quick enough. You were now in your bed, one of your pillows clutched in your arms.

It was almost dark, and all of your friends were sitting in your room, just staring at you. Bev stood and walked over to you, running a hand through your hair,"You okay,  Y/N/N?"

You sent her a tight lipped smile,"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, Bev." She nodded,"Of course. I've gotta go, but I'll come and check on you tomorrow morning, alright?"

"Alright," you agreed. All of your friends, one by one, came and bid you goodbye. Some kissed your forehead, some squeezed your hand, and some only sent you sad looks. But all promised to come by in the morning. You didn't know how you got so lucky.

Richie was the only one left, and he was sat on your desk chair across from your bed. You stared at him, and he stared at you. For some reason, tears sprung your eyes again.

"Why me, Rich? What'd I do to deserve that?"

Richie felt like his heart was being squeezed, and he wanted to cry as well. He jumped up from the chair and moved to sit next to you on your bed. He wiped a tear away with his finger,"You didn't do anything, Y/N. Henry and his stupid friends are just stupid fucking assholes."

You nodded, slowly and carefully scooting over in your room so that there was more room,"Will you lay with me for a few minutes? I don't wanna be alone."

Richie's mouth parted, but despite his shock he nodded and kicked his shoes off. He moved under the covers next to you, and your hand slowly moved to grab his. Richie quickly, and shyly, moved forward and kissed your forehead.

"You're safe now, I've got you," he muttered, looking more sincere than you'd ever seen him.

You smiled softly,"My hero."