#boy got to heaven took one look at the gold halos and was like yeah that’s not gonna work

[smtown-tourist]

With the help of the Gasoline and Guilty music videos, we’ve gotten to see what Key and Taemin’s crowns look like

But what I wanna know is when are Onew and Minho going to release music videos showing off their crowns too?

[alias-b]

sins of my youth. 003

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hey all! Enjoy the chapter. Billy trying again to woo Evie. They strike up a bet. TW: Pica. Light fatphobia. Taglist open :)

Chapter 3: To The Devil

   “Hey, Karen, here for the two o’clock?” Evie was jotting down slanted notes at reception, crossing the name off. Mona’s salon smelled of mousse and hairspray. Fans blared to keep the air moving. Karen beamed back.

   “I am. Need a touch up.” She touched her waves to give them a flick. "I'm so jealous of your curls, how do you get them to sit like that?"

   "Genetics, I'm afraid. Ah, I just dip myself in water and pray for the best." The dry humor she was known for. "Mom has them too, if only she didn't inject a gallon of product into her hair every morning."

   "Water. Innovative. Your secret is safe with me." Karen paused to laugh when Evie grinned, nodding as she finished the notes.

   “Seat four, Claudia’s getting your stuff ready now.” A smile beamed.

   “Thanks, sweetie. You’re mom in back too?”

   “Yeah, fixing the music, she’ll be out in a sec.” Evie flicked a page and peered around. Yellow walls with baby blue trim. Similar to a dollhouse her mother made once. Too many plants to count, but that was Evie's fault. 

   She did rounds and cared for each one. Even the new bloom of begonias in one of the back rooms hanging just out a window. Twisting silk petals all blushed and unfurled.

   Evie watered them, let the soil grow damp. Listened to the thumping of a dryer full of towels behind her in the cramped space. A rhythm she could write a song to. She saw a fallen petal and plucked it up. Felt the baby smooth texture between her finger pads.

   Lifted it idly to her cheek. Let it caress her skin in one graze. It comforted, the mere touch of it. And the calm stillness that followed as if someone was holding her welled euphoria. The petal ran her lips, she felt in control of her senses. This touch that was warm and ticklish. Evie gave a shuddered breath and just wondered. 

   Wondered.

   Evie spent too much of her life wondering.

   The petal touched her tongue and she half expected it to melt like a chocolate. Rich and silky. She rolled it damp around her mouth. Chewed for an earthy twang. Looking at the flowers. Feeling them across her running palms. Gently bouncing into place before she swallowed. Evie turned quick, jolting back into her skin for one fleeting moment.

   She was aware again. She was here. Still patting her cheek to stay grounded. Maybe the flowers would bloom a dainty beauty inside her. A delicate sensibility that’s evaded her all this life. Another flower petal plucked.

   He loves me.

   He loves me not.

   Fingers pulled a begonia clean. Chanted the little game in her head.

   He loves me.

   Swallowed. There was a slight of guilt. She’d stolen the power from this living thing and brought it into her own being. That washed away. She was carrying it now. Patting her cheek again to console herself.

   No one noticed Evie hidden in the back room. Indulging in control. It felt like a dirty school girl secret.  Evie dipped her fingers into the wet soil. Sighed and let the earth fall back into the plot. She brought them up to see the filth. Thought to lick herself clean.

   “Evie, can you bring the broom out?” A voice had her heart bursting. Evie yanked the watering can close, feeling the weight of liquid slosh. Her mother was next door fussing with music still. Blissfully unaware. Their usual relationship.

   “Y-Yes!” She felt this shame etch her spine. The rush of being caught doing something she shouldn’t have. Which Evie Fenny was already no stranger to. She washed the evidence away and snatched a broom handle. “Coming!” 

   “Thanks, honey.” Claudia took it and let Evie go about her business. Watering the last few pots at reception.

   The bell dinged right behind her as she stretched to water a pot above the door hanging from the ceiling, tip toeing upon a wooden stool. 

   Billy stood there, face at ass level and didn’t stop her. Not that he minded the view. A pink frilly apron over her violet dress. Black tights and belt to match. Big shiny hoops dangling caught the light above her, illuminating dark hair with a halo. Curls shifted and she eyed Billy Hargrove at the same time the music blasted back up. Dolly Parton of course.

   Here you come again

   Just when I've begun to get myself together

   "Angel...what a view." His bright eyes scanned, full of glittery stars. Tongue crossing pink lips in a vaguely obscene way.

   “Billy?” She hitched a breathy gasp and stumbled. Braced to fall on her ass before an arm swooped out to stop her. Muscles pulled Evie into a chest. A very cologned, hard chest. Those damn stars danced like she was in a movie, draped into Billy with the watering can clutched tight. Shifting around. Air sent their hair up and the door shut.

   Dolly’s lyric timing was really the worst. 

   You waltz right in the door

   Just like you've done before

   And wrap my heart 'round your little finger...

   Billy and his long lashes. Fluttering so pretty at her. Pulling her flush into the metalwork of his hot body. Evie lost herself.

   Swept up in his arms with no words. No synapses obeying her body’s commands. She choked there looking like the cover of a romance novel. Blushed at him. Flowers in full bloom.

   “You won’t soak my head if I make a joke about you falling from heaven, will you?”

   There he is. Evie rolled her eyes and found her footing.

   “Oh, but I will.” Hands pushed him to arm's length. No thank you followed.

   “Hon, you alright?” Claudia had dropped her shampoo bottle. Few women echoed the call, eyes on the gorgeous boy who just strode in. Evie was quick to step from him.

   “Fine, fine, I’m…” Evie brushed herself awkwardly and went around the reception counter. Mostly to put distance between them, setting the can aside. Billy followed after to lean against the wood so she kept her voice low. “What are you doing here?”

   “I got bored.” He crossed his arms there to shrug, dressed to the nines and hair all done up. Eyes flicking. “Nice apron.”

   Evie scowled at him.

   “If you’re asking me to that party again, the answer is still-”

   “Billy! How nice of you to visit, I hope I see Susan in here again soon.” Mona swept toward them. Both teens leaned out from each other. Billy flashed his teeth, all charm.

   “She’s never felt better since coming in for the new do. Made my old man crazy.” He ignored Evie glaring at him.

   “That’s what I love to hear.” Mona came up to pat his cheek. Billy slid his eyes to her daughter. “What can we do for you?” She touched golden hair to sweep it aside. Mona was just the friendly sort. “You know, we do boy’s hair too. All the time. You look like you take care of these darling curls.”

   “I’ll keep that in mind, but actually I was just walking by and I saw Evie in her apron and thought we’d hit that burger joint for lunch.” His shiny teeth flashed to smile so Evie cut in.

   “And,” her voice rose, “I was just carefully explaining to Billy that we’re super swamped today. I couldn’t possibly go. Shucks.”

   Both Mona and Billy peered to see exactly three customers getting their hair done. No one outside. The appointment book near empty too.

   “So busy.” Evie pressed her teeth, eyebrows lifting for her mother to get the hint. "Extremely."

   She didn’t.

   “Oh, no, Evie. It’s your winter break." Arms waved at her daughter. Near ready to give Billy Evie's hand in marriage. "Go have some fun with the nice young man.”

   What a laugh.

   “Are you sure? I can stay...literally all day here. I can move in here and never have to leave ever. Never. Ever.” Evie was getting her apron snatched off by her mother. A couple shoves got her around the counter.

   “No, no. Go, shoo, have fun with a boy. Good to see you, Billy. Tell your parents that I said, hi. Have Susan bring your little sister in next time. What I wouldn’t give to style that pretty red hair she has.”

   “I’ll let them know.” Billy actually held the door for Evie as she shrugged on her coat. Another heated expression before she huffed and went out. Ire. He can work with that. “Bye, ladies.” A wink.

   “Bye, Billy.” Came the chorus. Both teens grinned all the way to the end of the window before hands snatched Billy’s collar when they were out of sight.

   “What the hell are you doing, Billy?” Evie shook him by the leather jacket. Even the scrunching snarl at him was cute. Actually had his taller, broad frame pressed into a brick wall. Made Billy pause to observe her face. Mauve lips frowned deeper.

   This was a cruel thing and she couldn’t stand it. This back and forth. These sides of Billy that only came out when it suited him best.

   “Making it up to you. Christ, just fucking let me. Easy...” He shrugged off, going around her. She was being difficult about this, maybe rightfully so, but it still gnawed at him. 

   “C’mon.” Billy went on. Not bothered by the cold in his white button up shirt and jeans. Tucked and tight. The gold saint chain bounced against his chest as he walked. Hard, intent steps with a lazy wave. “You like burgers? Who doesn’t, I’m hungry.”

   “I don’t need you to make it up to me, Billy.” She trailed after him. “This weird game you’re playing really doesn’t interest me.”

   “This town is so fucking boring. You know that?” He spoke instead, clicking his tongue and looking beyond them. “Got nothing to do, why not hang out? We’re neighbors.”

   “When have you acted like a neighbor?”

   “Right fucking now, Angel.” Blue eyes shifted to spot the right building.

   He was such an ass and she was still willingly walking beside him.

   “Ask Tommy or Carol to hang out.”

   “No one likes Tommy or Carol, would you want to hang out with them in your free time? Fucking annoying. Carol wants to fuck me and Tommy? ...You know, he might want to fuck me too. I'm the whole package.”

   “So, you’re with me because I’m not annoying like them and I don’t want to fuck you?”

   Billy turned sharp to see her at the crosswalk. Golden curls swept up. Almost offended.

   “Who said you didn’t want to fuck me?” The shit asked it so genuinely too. "I never said that."

   “Literally me, just now.” She pressed the walk button because he had her under a spell and Billy went before it changed. “Ugh.” Evie, ignoring her better judgment, paced after him. Street was empty.

   “You’re plenty annoying, Fenny.” Billy strode inside the diner and didn’t wait before he grabbed a table. Slapped a plastic menu down across the way until she moved to take the offered seat. A waitress appeared from nothing, but Evie figured Billy just had that effect.

   “Know what you want, sugar?”

   “Number three. Coke. Cheese Fries. Jalapenos on the burger and on the fries. And whatever the lady wants.” He stole an ashtray and dug for a smoke, not looking at either girl. Few people eyed them and Evie gave in.

   They were both still pretty hungover and she didn’t want to make a scene. Which Billy knew well and used to his advantage.

   “I will have the exact same thing.”

   “Are you sure?” The waitress looked Evie up and down as she said that. Oh, so carefully. Evie paused to tense up, acutely aware that she didn’t look right across from this gorgeous, golden boy. 

   The thought hadn’t even struck her until it was pointed out, that’s what sobered it painfully.

   “Yeah, she’s sure. We’ll take a large chocolate milkshake also. Two straws.” Billy snapped, flicking his menu up. The waitress bowed her head and hurried away. Evie’s jaw hung open while he played with his lighter distractedly. Eyes flicked up. “What, are you catching flies over there?” He lit a cigarette and her mouth shut.

   “I’m in the fucking Twilight Zone.” Elbows hit the table

   “That stuff you said Heather liked...” Billy tapped his ashes. Ignored the waitress when she set Cokes down. “That was about you, wasn’t it?”

   “Yeah, so?”

   “Museums and horror flicks. Noted.” He shrugged. “You into that poetry shit? Always writing.”

   “Song lyrics.” Evie took a breath and answered slower. This was weird. It was weird that...it wasn’t so weird all the sudden. Billy did what suited him. Blue eyes lingering on her then darting all over. He sat back with one boot up on the seat. Actually listening. Smoking. Present. “I play guitar and sing."

   Yeah, he heard her guitar from his window every other night if it was open.

   "You're always writing too," she went on, "I know it isn't school work." Observant.

   "I'd rather write some shitty story than listen to a lecture about nothing in class." Billy's ashes hit the tray again. “Are you going to be the next Dolly?”

   “My mom would love that.” She broke to laugh at herself and sip. “More Kate Bush or Stevie Nicks.”

   “Thank fuck, one Dolly is enough.” He snuffed his smoke out. “Why won’t you go to the party with me?”

   “Why do you suck with rejection?” She asked it bolder than intended. Half expected Billy to get upset and walk out. Smoke etched out his pink lips when he chuckled, catching his tongue between teeth. This girl was all four seasons in one spitting firecracker.

   “You got a wall up bigger than your mom’s hair, Evangeline.”

   “I built it myself, William, thanks.” Evie smiled sweetly that time, gazes locked. He twitched at the use of his birth name. A beat of staring before food arrived. 

   “Will that be-?”

   “Yeah, we’re good.” Billy plucked a fry up, watched melted cheese string from it before he chewed and the waitress saw herself off. “Don’t tell me you’re not gonna eat like normal in front of me.”

   He caught Evie picking up a knife and fork. She shot him a look. Dropped them and stole the milkshake to sip. Passed it over for him before she went for the burger.

   “There you go.”

   “Stuff it.” She grabbed a fry and watched him take the biggest bite he could. Cheese drooped out the bottom. “Hangover miracle, huh.”

   “Hmm.” Billy was too busy chewing. Evie took a bite, sipped more coke and decided to engage this. 

   “Can I ask why your dad moved you across the country during your last year of high school?”

   “New bullshit job.” He went at his fries, smearing them around cheese to eat with crunching jalapenos. “Wanted to start his white picket fence over since it didn’t work the first time and he thought he could spite me in the process.”

   Billy licked his thumb, eyes elsewhere.

   “I’ll bet he just wanted away from memories of my mom.”

   Evie paused carefully. It was the first he’d spoken of her.

   “Oh.” She pulled for a napkin, eyes on her food. Peculiar how quick he got real with her here. Billy Hargrove was usually putting up thick layers of artificial bullshit. Plastic cheese on greasy fries.

   “Didn’t help that I was in and out of fights.”

   “That changed?” She reached for the milkshake. “So, your mom-”

   “Did you really get into a fight last year?” Billy had finished the burger and was now going at his fries again, gestured so she slid the milkshake back.

   “I don’t remember it well.”

   “Bullshit, Fenny.” He smirked to himself. “I’d know. You see red and you remember how it tastes every single time.”

   “You’re the expert.” She shrugged, wiping her greasy fingers on napkins. Left a few bites of burger because a voice drilled to do so. Same with the fries. “He was a jerk and...my parents just got divorced. I was upset. I let him have it. Everyone got dramatic about it because I’m Evie Fenny and not Randy Savage.”

   "So, how'd it taste?" Billy looked at her eyes and saw them flash.

   He’s had enough! Students kept chanting that in her ear. Pulling Evie and her clawing talons out of the huge football player under her knees. She breathed pure smoke. Hair flying all directions. Felt the coolness of dewy grass and warmth of blood crusting her fingers.

   "It was like..."

   Descending upon Tannen like thunder. Heavy rain and cracks of lightning followed by a boom. Thunderous applause too. She stared back at Billy with a dreamy expression. Recalled cowering through rainstorms as a little girl. Into the closet where she felt safer.

   Her father, Jack, always found her. He’d sit next to her in there and bring her close under one arm.

   “Don’t be scared, little mouse.” Never could make out his smile in darkness.

   "It's...hot metal. Lava pouring down your throat trying to harden inside you." She got real too and Billy's lip lifted. Soft as can be. "Like it's making a cast of you in that specific moment of rage."

   Evie blinked out of the memory. Watched Billy stare again before he pushed the milkshake back to her side. A peace offering. She accepted and drank, let lipstick print on the candy cane colored straw.

   “I’m going to ask you out.” He decided gentler. Intent. “New Years Eve. Seven on the dot. You can show up in a nice dress when I knock and we’ll go. Or not.”

   “You might want a back up girl.” Evie sucked in her cheeks, eyes had to leave his to see the table. Thighs pressing. He'd definitely just undressed her.

   “No need.” Billy crossed his arms to shrug. “Don’t want one. Already asked the girl I want to take. C’mon, Fenny, quit hiding and get out. What are you waiting for?”

   “I’m not hiding.” Evie shook her head, chest sinking. “You’re the one hiding.”

   “Me?” His shoulders rose. Got all puffy like a peacock.

   “Hawkins High King. Billy Hargrove.” She lifted her hands for dramatic effect. Leaned forward to match him in intensity. “Thrashing forth in a billow of hairspray and cigarette smoke. Sun left in your wake along with a trail of broken hearts. You pose for them and they eat you up. There won’t be much left..."

   That sentiment kicked Billy in the chest.

   "...Everything you say is layered in rage and cheese. It’s mind numbing. I have a wall up, but you put up this flashy front that just blinds everyone. You want their eyes to bleed for you. Get real, Hargrove.”

   “I’ll get as real as you want. Ask me anything.” Came the challenge.

   “Okay. Why’d you beat up Steve Harrington?”

   “Cause he was lying to me and because I hated him.” Billy shrugged, eyes averting. "Because I wanted to taste hot metal. It's home to me."

   “Lying? About what?”

   “Still don’t know and frankly, I don’t care anymore.” A quick sip from his coke. “Go to the party with me.”

   “You just don’t give up.” She peered into her glass. Wanted to eat the ice cubes clicking there.

   “Maybe I’m asking you not to give up on me.” There was something almost sincere there like Billy was touching the earth for the first time.

   “Why are you trying to trick me?” Evie pushed her cup aside even though her teeth chattered to crunch.

   “Trick you?”

   “This party thing.” She paused when the waitress returned to clear the table. Leaving the check face down. “You’ve been nothing but an ass to me since you moved in. Ignored me. Probably can’t even recall what I was wearing when we met.”

   “Your mom’s hair kinda got in the way when she brought you over.” He joked and didn’t miss her stifle amusement, eyes rolling. “It’s not a trick, we might actually have something in common.”

   “What’s that?”

   “The people in this hell town aren’t very interesting. Maybe I find you interesting.” His brow quirked. Fingers tapped the lacquer table.

   “I don’t find you all that interesting.” Evie smiled that time and Billy matched it.

   “That’s fine. You will."

   "So certain?"

   "Give me a chance.” Billy’s eyes flicked over her before he sat up. Didn’t miss a damn beat. “You wore red button up shirt tucked into a little denim skirt with suspenders. Black tights. Grey shoes. Sunglasses with big white cat frames. That same gold necklace with the music note and dangle earrings to match. You introduced yourself with your mom. Took the sunglasses off and even had gold on your eyelids too. I remember it.”

   "Yeah?" Her lips parted with the audible breath he stole. And oh so easily. Evie leaned closer so he followed. Hooded eyes all aflutter.

   "Made your eyes look..." Billy searched. "Molten. Volcanic like."

   "Molten?" Evie wasn't even hearing herself anymore.

   "Just, I don't fucking know, warm like..." The beach. California. Home. Billy lost the thought and licked his lips. "You just looked painted."

   "Painted?" Evie had mused then. Entertained now at his odd way of description. Tried not to think about Billy running a wet paintbrush down her bare neck.

   "Yeah." Billy breathed slower. Painted. With the autumn breeze and sun in her hair, slowly brushing curls around those full, tinting cheeks. A subject the fucking Pre Raphaelites would have lost their shit over and painted all seasons. He could picture Evie floating in an endless pool being kissed by fallen flower petals. Draped in miles of iridescent chiffon reclined in emerald green grass. Looking straight at the viewer with intensity and still dreaming all the same.

   "You had on a black tee. Jeans. Your saint chain. A pair of aviators tucked into your denim coat pocket." Evie peered under the table. "Same boots... You looked like you wanted to be literally anywhere else."

   "That'd be the truth. Wasn't you or your mom's chipper greeting." Billy was looking down now. "Just realized I couldn't see the ocean anymore is all. You held out your hand and I ignored it because I'm an asshole. We established that this morning and now I'm making it up to you."

   “And you still peeked at my chest." Evie flashed a cheekier smile. "Said your name only after Neil gave you this hard stare. Max sped by on a skateboard, you must have thought I was distracted. But, I caught you.”

   “I did check your tits out, sue me. I have eyes. You have tits. The world spins.” He smacked a couple bills down as she went through her pockets. The spell on them both shattered to rain. “Already paid. Let’s go, the waitress is staring at us. We'll make a grand exit, huh?”

   “But-” Evie stopped when he grasped her wrist and pulled her up into his side. Spied the waitress scowling as he held her hip and they went out. Got away from the window before she pulled from him. “Get your mitts off me, Hargrove.”

   “Still open for questions.” He sniffed and they went back down the street. Another smoke was lit.

   “Okay. I'll go for the obvious. Do you think we look funny together?” She crossed her arms when Billy leaned against the side of his car.

   “Who cares. You’re making a big deal over nothing. It’s just a party.”

   “The world cares. That waitress back there. Kids at school.” She shrugged. 

   “You.” He clicked his tongue, head tilting.

   “I don’t care.”

   “That’s why you don’t want to go to the party with me, you’re stuck on what they’ll think.” He pointed with the red hot cherry of his cigarette. “Fuck ‘em. As your Louisiana folk would say: to the devil with false modesty.” He mocked her mother's accent with that.

   “Maybe, it’s because you’ve been a jerk to me. That reason enough?” Evie dropped her arms and Billy paused to nod, inhaling. “I don’t know what this is, Billy, but...just stop it. Ask someone else.” She eyed her mom’s salon and took a few steps back. “Thanks for lunch. I gotta go, my mom won’t turn this place over to the evening girl unless forced.”

   “Can’t tell me what to do, Angel.” He stood taller. “I’ll bet you another Coke that Mona invites me to dinner tonight. TV included.”

   Evie gaped at him.

   “A Coke?”

   “I’m easy to please. I’m gonna come to your house for dinner. Hour of TV at least.” He cocked his head. So full of pride.

   “Why are you dragging this day out?” She turned to face him again.

   “I want to meet your cat.” Billy wrapped his lips around the smoke. Exhaled after. “That little creep stares at me from your window day in and out.”

   “He doesn’t like boys.”

   “Bet he’ll like me.”

   “I bet he won’t. He’ll stay in his bed and not spare you the time. It'll hurt your ego.” Evie came to Billy with her own certainty.

   Bourbon was old. He liked to sleep, have his ears scratched, and purr. A lot. He hid when company came and keeps a safe distance once wandering out.

   “Oh, another challenge. Okay, Fenny. We’re doing this.” Billy came to her, flicking his smoke to crush it under the toe of his boot. Cold wind blew. “When I come to dinner tonight-”

   “If.” She corrected.

   “When Mona invites me with her beat to hell Louisiana accent,” Billy insisted, “you get to play hostess. If that cat takes a liking to me, you’re going to the New Years party with a Hargrove.” He towered there and studied her.

   “And that’s if you can even set foot into my house... It’s not a date. The dance.”

   “What do you have to lose here?” Billy offered his hand and Evie eyed him suspiciously. Lips pursed before she reached to take it. His other broad palm came up to prolong it, engulfed hers before he leaned in even closer. Whispering and sultry. “Oh, and literally everyone in that place is already staring at us. We look just fine together, Evangeline. To the devil.”

   Evie hitched a breath. Inhaled his cologne and twisted to see many eyes snap aside behind the glass.

   “Ah, shit.” She tugged from his warm palms and went inside. Billy, cool and collected, trailed after. He cleared his throat and spoke up.

   “I just really don’t want to impose, Angel.” The tone changed and her body locked, turning to question it before her mother replied at reception first.

   “Impose?” Mona blinked, snapping a book shut.

   “I-”

   “Your daughter kindly invited me to dinner, I figured it was too short notice for her lovely mother." Billy made a thing of it to sigh with longing. "Any other day, I’d-”

   Evie's entire face scrunched at him. Cheeks red like strawberries when her jaw set.

   “Oh, no! You’re always welcome. We’re having Swedish meatballs. Easy thing to whip up. I always make so much extra, don’t I, Evie?”

   Evie Fenny hated Billy Hargrove. Officially and totally. Hated his smug little face.

   Her tongue clicked at him.

   “Mm hm.”  

   Billy only smiled, winking. Too easy.

   “What a wonderful idea to invite him, baby. I’m going to be headed home soon. We might have a late meal. Is eight alright for you?” Mona tucked Evie’s curls behind her ear and flashed a hundred watt grin.

   “Eight is perfect, Ms. Fenny.” Billy charmed the entire room. Except the painted, plush storm cloud in front of him. “I also have to say, has anyone ever told you that you look like a brunette Dolly Parton?”

   The woman about squealed at him.

   “You know, I get it sometimes.” She touched her collar with one hand and pushed at him. “Does your family want to come over for dinner?”

   “Unfortunately, no. My dad is taking Susan out. You know, date night. Max is spending the night at a friend’s house. Police Chief’s new kid. So, I’m all alone tonight.”

   “Well, not anymore, come over and I’ll get you fed. My door is always open, Billy.” Mona tapped his chin. “Eight o’clock sharp.”

   “I’ll be there.” He turned to Evie. Speechless. Voice lowered as he leaned in to brush one knuckle along her jawline. “And I’ll be seeing you, Angel.”

   Billy seemed to linger for her to say something more, finger curling into unruly locks.

   "To the devil." She uttered with pointed brown eyes. Unable to leave him.

   The curl bounced back into place. Billy heard her lungs sputter with need and bit his lip, sly. A final wink just for Evie.

   One bell and he was gone.  

   “Mom.” Evie broke to moan and pull herself back together, following. “Why?”

   “Why, what? Let the boy come over for dinner.” She plucked up a comb to put some finishing touches on a woman’s hairdo, nodding to her stylist.

   “He’s trouble, you know about him. The whole town does.”

   “Sweetheart, we’re always going to be hospitable. Especially to troubled souls. It’s what Dolly and the Bible would have wanted.” That was always Mona's sound advice.

   “Christ.”

   “Evangeline.” Mona shot her a look. Fussed. “Do not take that tone with the Lord, young lady.”

   “I’m sorry, just,” she blew air out her lips and whined, “I can’t stand him.”

   “Seemed awful cozy out there or have I gone blind now? All the smiles and nicknames.”

   Evie bit her tongue at that because there was plenty Mona chose not to see.

   “Billy does that, he tricks you and then steps on you because it’s a game to him.”

   “Maybe he’s trying to do better. I know he gotten into some trouble, but what do I always tell you?”

   Evie crossed her arms tight, hip cocked. Monotone.

   “You’d tell me Dolly would want us to see the light of a clear blue morning.”

   “And has Dolly ever steered me wrong?” Mona pointed with the comb before she fluffed the locks up. “Perfect, go ahead and finish this. Good work, dear.”

   “Thanks, Miss Mona.” A new hire moved to finish, pushing large glasses up her nose. Mona went around them and Evie followed.

   “I know, I know. Be brave and kind. Honest and always open your heart. Blah. I’ll be civil if he is.”

   “Oh honey, let a boy be nice to you once in awhile. You might like it.”

   “Pssh. Find me one first.” Evie passed her mom to get her bag. “They only get nice when they’re older and mature.”

   “I wouldn’t always bet on that, baby.” Mona replied softer than intended. “Cruelty takes so many forms, that’s how it seeps into our lives so easily. It’s a comfort.”

   Evie didn’t find something to argue with there. Just watched her mother’s back tense.

   Let the words flutter like silken petals on the wind.

   To the damn devil.

~~~~~~~

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[anythingforcrepes]

(hey so I really don’t post my fics often, but i’ve been so excited about good omens that I felt the need to share! hope u enjoy!)

[1.2k ; Aziraphale x Crowley at a carnival by the ocean ; fluff ; slight AU?? ; no spoilers]

A flock of seagulls tumbled and glittered in the light wind, blissfully unaware of the sticky, hot boardwalk below them.

Aziraphale closed his eyes and listened to their chortling. He sat on a metal bench in the full sun and in his hands he clutched a half-empty bag of jellybeans. He scooped up a handful, opening his eyes only to quickly inspect them, and began popping them in his mouth. They melted quickly there, staining his tongue and teeth with a riot of colour. The yellow and blue beans were wedged between the bench slats–the rejects. He leaned back and sighed through his sugar-coated teeth, listening to the seagulls cackle overhead. It was far from the most beautiful sound on earth, but he got a subtle pleasure from its roughness.

The sun was eclipsed by a shaggy mane of red hair. Aziraphale, unsurprised, squinted at the ironically haloed head and patted the spot next to him.

Crowley shook his head in disgust and sat beside Aziraphale, avoiding the melting sweets.

“I can’t believe this,” Crowley said, picking a yellow bean out of the bench. “You’re wasting perfectly good jellybeans.”

Flustered, Aziraphale looked over at Crowley, his mouth full of green jellies.

“It’s notf wmaste!” he protested. “It’s feeding the ants, see? They love it!”

Crowley scowled and threw the bean behind him. Anyone passing by would think he was angry, but Aziraphale knew better. Behind his dark shades and scowl, Crowley was laughing.

Rifling through the packet, Aziraphale pulled a red bean and placed it in Crowley’s hand.

“There, that one matches your hair.”

Crowley rolled his eyes and tossed the candy in his mouth. He nearly spat it out. Cinnamon heart flavour. Ugh.

“So, what’s the plan, angel?” Crowley asked, stretching his legs. “Stroll on the boardwalk? Corn dog or two? I can win you one of those stuffed panda bears if that’s the real reason we’re here.”

Aziraphale chuckled. “Well, no, but I was wondering if we could go up in… that?” He pointed hopefully to something behind them.

Crowley whipped around, lowering his glasses. He hoped to G-O-D that Aziraphale wasn’t pointing at–

“The ferris wheel!” said Aziraphale, nearly dropping his candies. “I’ve always wanted to go on one. Look how cute it is!”

Dragging a hand down his face, Crowley took a second look at the thing. It looked like a bunch of haphazard steel poles, some wires, and a couple buckets of pastel paint decided to go on a bender together.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley said, patiently. “May I remind you that you literally have the power of flight?”

“No need to remind me, Crowley. I’m well aware.”

“And that you can go about a thousand times higher than that thing could take you?”

“Yes, I am aware of that as well.”

Crowley took a long, slow breath, then jumped to his feet, striding towards the ferris wheel. “Well, c'mon then, let’s get it over with,” he said, glancing over his shoulder to watch Aziraphale blush with joy.

Each of his steps were three of Aziraphale’s, so naturally he reached the wheel first.

“Ticket please,” said the pimply gate watch, automatically extending his hand.

Turning to make sure Aziraphale hadn’t quite caught up yet, Crowley waved a hand in front of the teenager’s face. Instantly, the boy’s expression livened and he stood up straight.

“It’s free today, sir!” he said.

“Free?” Aziraphale said, a little out of breath. “Excellent!”

The pair picked a light pink carriage and sat down. It was a tight fit, to say the least. Crowley experimentally rattled the metal handle bar that rested across the two of them. Flimsy crap. Well, as long as Aziraphale was happy…

The ride jolted to a start, scaring both of them. Slowly, the wheel started to turn upwards. Crowley flinched at the creaking noise the carriage made as it swung in the wind, but his thoughts were directed elsewhere when he looked over at Aziraphale. The angel was in his element; with his eyes shining and white-gold hair being tousled by the sea air, he embodied the term angelic. Aziraphale held the bar with one hand and pointed out with the other.

“The ocean looks spectacular from up here, look! And the motion of the ferris wheel feels like waves…it’s almost as if we’re really among them.”

Crowley grinned and started violently rocking the carriage. Aziraphale gave a little yelp and clutched at the handle.

“Crowley, stop! I didn’t mean it like that!”

They laughed as their carriage made it to the top of the wheel and gently halted.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed between them, punctuated only by faraway seagull calls, the crash of a wave, and the gentle swish and creak of their carriage. Crowley eyed Aziraphale’s hands, still wrapped around the metal bar. If he could just scoot one of his hands closer, his pinkie finger could brush against a single knuckle. Aziraphale wouldn’t notice, would he? No. He hardly ever did. Crowley inhaled gently, and started to inch his hand along the bar.

Before he could get very far, Aziraphale lifted a hand and placed it on top of Crowley’s.

“Thank you for coming up here with me,” Aziraphale said, smiling at him. “I know it’s a bit of a silly bother, but it’s just one of those human contraptions I find so interesting…”

“Uh, yeah,” Crowley said, feeling his face go red and turning away. “No prob.”

“Crowley?”

“Angel?”

As Crowley turned back, Aziraphale’s other hand was there to cup his face.

Crowley froze, instantly remembering the words that had haunted him ever since Aziraphale said them just a few years ago:

It’s no risk for you and all the risk for me.

After an extensive dinner outing and several drinks they had been dancing, or swaying, more like, in the back room of Aziraphale’s shop. Crowley could hardly remember to move his feet, as the angel’s head was on his shoulder, and they had never been close like this before, despite their many previous drunken expeditions. Before Crowley could think too much about it, he had placed his fingers under Aziraphale’s chin and tilted his face upwards. Aziraphale eyes had flicked through emotions like a slot machine before landing on neutral seriousness. And then he had said the words.

And now, he would say them again. So Crowley sat still, and waited.

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Aziraphale. “But it’s okay. For just this moment, it’s okay.”

It was like letting a ferret out of a cage. Crowley instantly reached across and buried his fingers in the back of Aziraphale’s hair. So soft, like duckling fluff. Aziraphale marveled at how Crowley’s fingers tangled desperately in his hair, and how hot his face was under his hand. Crowley leaned towards him, remembering the movies he’d watched, the half-joking, half-serious practice sessions he’d had in front of the mirror.

The ferris wheel took this moment to clunk back to life, throwing the pair forwards and almost out of the carriage.

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake!” said Crowley. He slammed his hands down on the bar, half out of frustration, and half because his tongue burned the second the H-word was on it.

Aziraphale began to laugh, reaching up to cover the deep blush that had spread across his face.

The carriage soon touched the ground once more, and Crowley leapt out of it as if it was doused in holy water. Aziraphale took his time, dusting off his pants, getting a handkerchief out to wipe his forehead, thanking the ticket boy.

They walked back towards the boardwalk in silence. Crowley shoved his hands deep in his pockets and squinted at the sun, the hot dog vendor, anywhere and at anything but Aziraphale.

“Crowley, could we stop for a moment here?”

The pair halted by a booth for a ring toss game.

“Want the panda after all?” Crowley asked, unable to keep the gloomy edge out of his voice.

“No thank you, I’d much rather show you a magic trick,” Aziraphale replied.

Crowley groaned. Not another one. One a year was enough for him.

“Just bend down a bit…” said Aziraphale, rummaging in his pockets. “That’s right so your face is level with mine…”

They looked at each other for a few seconds, long enough for Crowley to see that Aziraphale was still blushing, ever so slightly. Then, Aziraphale leaned forward and pecked Crowley on the cheek.

“There,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t want you to go on that terrifying wheel for nothing.”

“It was fun, angel,” Crowley replied, giving Aziraphale a quick, barely perceptible nuzzle before straightening up. “So…corn dogs ?”

“Yes please,” the angel said, entwining his fingers in Crowley’s. It took nearly all the demon’s concentration to remember how to use his legs.

On their way to the stand, they passed a bench. In the slats, blue and yellow jellybeans had melted together under the midday sun. Soon, the ants would be upon them. But for now, they looked like crystals: sparkling, fresh, and bright.

[womanthatsalittleofboth]

Best Of 2019

Maren Morris- GIRL 

Maren is a queen to me. I’ve been lucky enough to see her in concert and she doesn’t disappoint. Her songwriting is always on top and I love a genre-bender. Although I admit that I didn’t love the first single (and still don’t), the album itself is a wonderful gem. 

The Feels

From the second that we walk in

You kinda make me wanna leave

You let your eyes do the talking

It kinda makes me wanna be

Alone with you, home with you

Little love drunk stoned with you

I need a minute 'cause, boy, you're giving me the

Feels

Like the tickle of the bubbles in a bottle of cheap champagne

And it feels like I’m gettin' into trouble, but I’m gonna do it anyway

And it feels like love in the morning

So good it’s gonna burn through my body all day

What can I say? Hey

You’re giving me the feels, baby

Head down to my heels, baby

All My Favorite People

Not everybody's gonna find clarity

In a back porch sittin' kind of therapy

With a little bit of wine, John Prine, and Camel Blues

Not everybody leaves well enough alone

Stays out of business that ain’t their own

But all my favorite people do

I don't know about them, but I know about us

It is what it is and we love who we love

Not everybody gets what we're going through

But all my favorite people do

Yeah, all my favorite people do

A Song For Everything 

What's your time machine?

Is it Springsteen or "Teenage Dream"?

What's your takes-you-back?

Your first falling-in-love soundtrack?

When you were looking for the words

Somebody said it first so you didn't have to

It was looking right at you

One danced you through love

One rocked you through lonely

Mixtaped your heartbreak and made you feel holy

For the hits and the misses, for the fire and rain

Close your eyes and listen

'Cause there's a song for everything, yeah

There's a song for everything

Great Ones 

You just fell out of the sky

The best things come when you don't even try

Lightning in a bottle doesn't happen twice

The kind of gospel that saves you just in time

The myth of me and you is fiction turned to truth

Most loves don't make it through, but the great ones do

But the great ones, yeah, the great ones, yeah, the great ones do

But the great ones, the great ones do

It's like every single star aligning

We traded silver for gold lining

You're the perfect storm, so let it pour down on me

If they tell the story in a hundred years

No one would believe that you and me were really here

Just a memory of what the real thing can be

To Hell & Back 

Smoke was coming off my jacket and you didn’t seem to mind

I left a long trail of ashes and you said, “I like your style”

Now, heartbreak ain’t a competition, but I took it in a landslide

The skeletons I wanted to bury, you liked out in the light

You didn’t save me

You didn’t think I needed saving

You didn’t change me

You didn’t think I needed changing

My wings are frayed and what’s left of my halo’s black

Lucky for me, your kind of heaven’s been to Hell and back

To Hell and back

The Bones 

When the bones are good, the rest don't matter

Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter

Let it rain 'cause you and I remain the same

When there ain't a crack in the foundation

Baby, I know any storm we're facing

Will blow right over while we stay put

The house don't fall when the bones are good

Good Woman 

I'll sway like a tree when you need a change

I'll travel the world or stay in one place

I'll hold your hand when the storm's at the door

'Cause you got my back and I got yours

You've got the love of a good woman

Yeah, you've got the love of a good woman

[winterswrandomness]

In a cloud of gold dust, Virgil materialised in a bright place, standing on a cloud platform. Surrounded by fluffy white clouds and pillars, Virgil felt sorely out of place with his all black and purple attire.

"I guess this is what it feels like to wear neon in Hell." Virgil quietly mused, walking off the platform and around the town. His crow buddy sadly hadn't come with him, being bound to the under world and all, so Virgil was alone. Or he would be if not for the dozens of doves all over the place. One of the white birds seemed to beckon Virgil to follow them, and he did. Soon they reached something resembling a lemonade stand, except in a box, booth, thing.

"Hiya there, Kiddo!"

Virgil let out an actual shout of surprise as a boy with curly, fluffy looking brown hair popped up, decked out in white with wings and a halo.

"Sorry," He sheepishly smiled. "Did I scare you there?"

"Yeah, kinda." Virgil mumbled, squinting a bit at the seemingly glowing person. Like, they were literally glowing, what in the existence of time is this? It doesn't help that Virgil had gotten used to the gloomy shadows of the grey skied, rumoured "hell-scape" that is.. Well... Hell.

"Sorry," They apologized again. After a moment of silence they spoke up. "Well this is off to a cloudy start," It took Virgil a moment to realize that, that right there, was a pun. "Well I'm Patton, it's nice to meet you! Sorry that your first few applications didn't get through, but one of our angels made a few mix ups so now we're trying to lighten the situation back up." Yet another pun.

Virgil took in a breath, then let it out. "Um... I'm not sure how to put this but, well, I actually preferred it in Hell." Virgil said. "I made a friend." He softly added.

This made Patton pause. "Oh. Oh! Uh, um.. I'm sorry, Kiddo, but I don't know how to help with that. We can't really bridge the gap between the two sides of the afterlife."

Well this was a problem. "Can I somehow visit Roman?" Virgil asked, hoping the answer would be yes.

"I'm not sure, Kiddo-" Patton froze, eyes fixated on something behind Virgil.

Virgil turned around to see Roman, not wearing his usual black and red attire, in favour of a white outfit with a red sash. Though, he still wore his golden crown. Despite, he didn't have his typical energetic posture. He was more passive and, quite frankly, he seemed a bit scared.

"Well isn't this surprising," Patton managed, a small smile on his face. "Long time no see, Ro."

"Yeah," Roman agreed with a similar smile. "Long time no see, Padre."

Virgil raised a hand, resorting to the rules of school to help him. When there was a silence between the two, he spoke. "What on Earth is going on, and how are you here?"

"Well, I wanted to bring you back. Or at least try." Roman glanced around.

"You know that's not possible," Patton interjected with concern. "And you'll die or something if you stay here, won't you?"

"I-" Roman tried to think of something, but simply sighed and sank down through the clouds. He accepted that he wasn't prepared.

But he tried again.

And again.

And again.

And so many more times, because he had finally found someone who didn't fear him so much as to try and steer clear of any bonds past ruler and subject. He finally met someone who he thought would stay in his realm.

But they didn't.

It may seem selfish, yes, but could you blame him if he just wanted a friend to stay? So many souls move on to Heaven, it gets lonely every time someone leaves. So he kept trying.

Even if it killed him, Roman would keep trying, because he wasn't going down this time and he was convinced that he would come out victorious. He had to.

~~~~~♡~~~~~

Got a tad bit off track there, but my fabdom brain just went a bit crazy with different ideas and stuff.

I hope this doesn't disappoint too much!

You are applying to go to Heaven after you die. After several times, you give up and apply for hell. Satan greets you and becomes good friends with you. But turns out, God didn’t get your “resume” because of an angel’s mistake. You obviously go to Heaven instantly but Satan tries to get you back, as their only friend has been taken away from him.

[csjmadhouse]

“Blue Dynamite” is the debut album from American Metal-Pop band COCAINE + ABEL. Comprised of breakout solo artist Cody St. John and the remnants of Candice Cornell’s self titled bandmates CANDICE, these four men have delivered an album focused on drugs and their effects on human interaction. With all the sounds that made Cody a rising star fused with the band’s signature sound of yesteryear, this one-off will leave people wanting more and is sure to become a classic in its own right. DEVIL’S BITCH Warned me not to sell my soul to the devil Never said I couldn't give it away for free So I went and did just that And now he won't let me be He's got his hands in my pockets And his ears to my door I'm struggling to break free The devil's a pimp And I'm his whore He uses my voice To make him more He abuses my body Until I'm sore Am I even a fucking human Or am I just a slave How'd I become the devil's bitch Am I even fucking breathing Or was that my last breath I just gave How'd I become the devil's bitch How'd I become the devil's bitch? Should'a known he was no good When he had me sign my name in blood Noah would've let him drown If he'd been there for the flood Now he's holding my head Beneath the water Outside this pool These flames grow higher I couldn't be hotter At lease the fire's delivered me From the darkness Am I even a fucking human Or am I just a slave How'd I become the devil's bitch Am I even fucking breathing Or was that my last breath I just gave How'd I become the devil's bitch How'd I become the devil's bitch? C.O.W.B.O.Y. Won't ride in on no white horse Like to let destruction run its course Know you were holding out for a knight Yet you fell for the dragon Now that you've hopped on There's no gettin' off this wagon You want this You want that Can't offer what boys offer you I'm a man Stuck in his head Can't offer what boys offer you They promise this They'll buy you that Can't offer what boys offer you What I can give you is the truth No matter how dark or fucked up it is Can't offer what boys offer you Won't be weighed down by some shining armor I'll bare it all no matter who gets hurt People will call me a monster Ask me how could I harm her How could I hurt him Never pretended to be a saint If you wanted a halo You should've found a man in church Shouldn't have called for me From the gargoyles perch You want this You want that Can't offer what boys offer you I'm a man Stuck in his head Can't offer what boys offer you They promise this They'll buy you that Can't offer what boys offer you What I can give you is the truth No matter how dark or fucked up it is Can't offer what boys offer you RED, WHITE & FUCK YOU Don't care if you fell down from heaven Or you rose up from hell We're all stuck on this rock  Living under a deadly spell  Fires are blazing Where we once shook hands Now each side's ready  For their victory dance  Love has been devoured  By a soulless hate Understanding is trapped Behind heaven's gate  Can we recover  Before we crumble Or are we doomed  To continue to stumble  Let's put down hate While teaching to love Regardless if you believe in nothing Or in the big man above  Since birth we've been told to love her America, the brave and rich America, the beautiful and powerful What about America, the corrupt bitch She's turning us on each other So we weaken the collective While she grows stronger  She's the parasite, we're the infected  We will dine on these ashes  While she eats caviar in her castle  Each one of us tossed aside Not one of us worth the hassle  America isn't our provider  America isn't our protector  We're supposed to defend each other In times when she's imprisoning defectors  Fuck you, America  Only offered your lighted torch  So you could extinguish it when we needed it Shooting our neighbors from our porch In the dark we can't tell friend or foe apart  Trust me, she's not our last hope One-on-one is the best place to begin Together, on three, drop the tug-o-war rope GUILLOTINE Let's burn this fucker to the ground Turn all these laws to ashes and dust Kick them up when I lift my legs Make a street show out of lust Rebels rising from the dirt Made of their own brothers and sisters Trigger happy hands Covered in blisters From so much fighting White knuckles ready To fire at will Gotta save the final bullet For the king of the hill Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine Whatcha gonna do When he comes When he comes for you He wants your head On his platinum platter Grinning ear to ear As your blood splatters Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine You wanna just smile Pretend everything's alright Guess that's what happens When you bring a poster to a knife fight Get mad, get angry It looks so good on a screen But out here on these roads You've gotta be mean Your words won't hurt out here Guess you should've bought a gun Before they took them from the shelves And turned the barrels on us Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine Whatcha gonna do When he comes When he comes for you He wants your head On his platinum platter Grinning ear to ear As your blood splatters Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine See, there's two types of people In a kingdom like this Those with the crown And those who want it Then there's the outliers Bless their little rebel hearts That only want the crown When the king's head is still on it Bloodied and severed So that no one will ever Want that gold on their head Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine Whatcha gonna do When he comes When he comes for you He wants your head On his platinum platter Grinning ear to ear As your blood splatters Whatcha do when the king Holds you down on the guillotine MAKE YOU MISS ME Say you miss my attention Or was it my affection Think you missed my erection Tell me what's your intention Why you showin up here This damn late Looking at me With eyes of hate All I did was settle down Not my fault you weren't around Didn't want me when you had me And now you miss me Ignored my lips day and night Now you wanna kiss me Drove me further into madness You did this to me Ohhhhh you think it hurts now Boy wait till I make you miss me Booo-ooy just wait till I make you miss me Say you missed my face Or was it the lace That I tied 'round your wrists Gave me that look of bliss Well now I've moved on I've fallen in love Won't be your tiger Or gentle dove Only he can feel me now Hope you're here Hope you hear When he screams out loud For the man above Didn't want me when you had me And now you miss me Ignored my lips day and night Now you wanna kiss me Drove me further into madness You did this to me Ohhhhh you think it hurts now Boy wait till I make you miss me Booo-ooy just wait till I make you miss me Shared my name Thought that was good enough To keep me bound to you Let me teach you something new I don't like to beat the horse dead So stop looking at me like that So I don't have to tell you again That I'm walking away my friend It's done, I'm done, we're done Boy it's time you moved on Didn't want me when you had me And now you miss me Ignored my lips day and night Now you wanna kiss me Drove me further into madness You did this to me Ohhhhh you think it hurts now Boy wait till I make you miss me Booo-ooy just wait till I make you miss me DOMINO Shattered windshield and leaking fuel Broken jaw and a pool of drool Empty bottles in his backseat He may have hit me from the side But the first domino Knocked me forward Into a decline Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Threw a pebble into this pond And I lost my cool After the shockwaves Met my spine Caught me in a lie Sayin everything is fine Got bottles of my own Filled with little blue pills I'm the second domino And I'm fallin' for you Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Bruises on your neck Look just like my hand And the hole in the wall Looks just like your head We're all just links In this chain reaction Hopelessly waiting on one to break But this cycle's relentless And there's nothing we can do Soon you'll be the third domino Pretty boy, you're gonna fall too Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! Down we go! Domino! BANG BANG Dreams are for children Aspirations are for teens Work is for adults Don't come to the battlefield  If you wanna keep your hands clean There's so much dirt out here I've only just begun to dig Smoke billows from my mouth From one too many cigs  You shot your cannon at me Love the way your hole looks in the ground You shot and you missed  Now that ball's coming back around 
 It was a cannonball Now it's a boomerang  I flipped my safety off Listen to that bang bang  I'm the man behind the smoking gun I'm the man who'll say he won Bang bang 
 Won't tell you to watch your back Cuz I love a fair fight  Don't like to throw punches from behind  Like a speeding train you'll see me coming  Not a damn thing you can do to stop me These tracks run right beneath your feet Chugga-chugga-choo-choo Can't get off the tracks  When the trains coming for you   
 It was a cannonball Now it's a boomerang  I flipped my safety off Listen to that bang bang  I'm the man behind the smoking gun I'm the man who'll say he won Bang bang Yeah, I'm a little bit psycho Bet you like it when I bite though Ba-a-a-ang Ba-a-a-ang Bang Bang Bang Ba-a-a-ang Ba-a-a-ang Bang Bang Baaaaaaang 
It was a cannonball Now it's a boomerang  I flipped my safety off Listen to that bang bang  I'm the man behind the smoking gun I'm the man who'll say he won Bang bang 
 
 ROCK GOD You painted me these perfect skies Then you brought the overcast  With all your clouds of little white lies  Think it's funny how you formed the Conditions for the perfect storm  With a brush in your red hand  Then screamed when the lightning struck Right where you like to stand  I'm a tsunami  I'll drown you, baby I'm a tornado  I'll suck you up, baby I'm the thunder I'll fuck you up, baby I'm the lightning You're the lightning rod That's what happens When you fuck with a rock god  You painted me these greener pastures  Then used up all your yellow To create a sun so deadly  Dried up all the pretty land  Killed every flower I could've felt You were my one chance to Break down these walls Now I'll make your cold heart melt   I'm a tsunami  I'll drown you, baby I'm a tornado  I'll suck you up, baby I'm the thunder I'll fuck you up, baby I'm the lightning You're the lightning rod That's what happens When you fuck with a rock god  I'm the storm, storm, storm And I'm hanging over you I'm the rain, rain, rain And I'm pouring down on you I'm the hur-ri-ca-ane  And I'm spiraling right towards you I'm the rock rock rock god  And I'll never share the light with you I'm a tsunami  I'll drown you, baby I'm a tornado  I'll suck you up, baby I'm the thunder I'll fuck you up, baby I'm the lightning You're the lightning rod That's what happens When you fuck with a rock god  ‪BLUE DYNAMITE‬ ‪Confessions of a rockaholic‬ Doin' lines in the back of his Buick Can't find his wallet, that's because I threw it Don't blame me, percs made me do it Might be a cowboy But taught myself how to pharm Been busted twice Forgiven for my southern boy charm Now it's back to the backseat Back to the basement Did someone turn up the heat My face is on fire Told y'all I lost my voice Looks like I'm a liar How many more pills until I'm high? How many more pills until I die? How many more pills until I'm high? How many pills 'till I touch the sky? Another night, another fight Explosion of blue dynamite Got the same stream playing on a loop Pencil tips for pupils eying it up Like I'm seeing it for the first time Making a mark of my favorite parts That I won't even remember Three seconds from now Three seconds from never Will this deliriousness ever end My body is broken My mind is fucked My soul has left me Now I'm wide open Crying out to a god That I don't believe in To rescue me from this hell He does what I knew he'd do He left me here to die God, your love is a lie How many more pills until I'm high? How many more pills until I die? How many more pills until I'm high? How many pills 'till I touch the sky? Another night, another fight Explosion of blue dynamite Oh, the devil won't let me pray No, the devil won't let me pray Devil won't let me pray But lord knows I need a prayer today Oh, the devil won't let me pray No, the devil won't let me pray Devil won't let me pray Cuz he wants to take my soul away How many more pills until I'm high? How many more pills until I die? How many more pills until I'm high? How many pills 'till I touch the sky? Another night, another fight Explosion of blue dynamite APOCALYPTIC IMMINENT DEATH SONG He was strong He was hard World did him wrong So he lost his way Had to keep warm Too scared of suffocating With rubber wrapped around his head Found heat in darker places Warmth housed a plague Won't be long now Till he's dead One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Forces of death knocking at your door One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Letters make you feel like a dirty whore Too ashamed to be with someone Too scared to be alone Stabbed himself With a double edged sword Stared at the ground As his toxic blood poured Save him Lord He never knew your love Your people told him He never could Now he's dying Because he didn't take precautions That he should One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Forces of death knocking at your door One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Letters make you feel like a dirty whore Red ropes held his hands To a bed with a man Whose name he didn't know All for the sake of Scoring blow Now they'll wear Red ribbons to Remember him by Tell me Why Lord, why? One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Forces of death knocking at your door One, Two, Three, Four Horsemen ride into a burning world One, Two, Three, Four Letters make you feel like a dirty whore KING OF THE DAMNED God or gods or goddesses Whichever one of you saved me  Thank you for keeping me afloat  When I was drowning with a red hand Wrapped around my throat  Submerged myself for months on end Thought I'd forgotten how to swim Turns out I was still too scared to drown So instead of sinking to the bottom  I took the devil down  I set Satan on fire! I damned the King of the Damned. I set Satan on fire! I damned the King of the Damned. Big Bang or Eclipse or Full Moon Whatever event put air in my lungs Thank you for reviving me When my veins were flooded With poison from a vile He gave it to me once, That wicked red man Told me it'd clear my head Well it flushed my bad thoughts Right into my blood Knew he'd come back for a sip Forgetting poison would be in it Every time it'd drip I set Satan on fire! I damned the King of the Damned. I set Satan on fire! I damned the King of the Damned. I set Satan on fire! I killed the angel of death. I set Satan on fire! I damned the King of the Damned. ©️CRC Entertainment / YM Records / CSJ Madhouse