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rainedroptalks · 3 months
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i should talk more about my actual life on tumblr every now and then, no one on here knows about that one time my geography teacher told me to kill myself during his class
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chaifootsteps · 6 months
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God, this clownboat sounds even worse than Ayy Lmao.
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mech-mspec · 8 months
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Saw the original [bi] and wanted to do a few more
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teknikolor-walters · 1 month
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Guy who failed 1 (one) swim test: what if I killed myself
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c1emtyne · 10 months
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STOP THIS IS SO CUTE
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darubyprincx · 1 year
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queer, jewish, muslim, POC, disabled people, and other minorities: hello i would like to be treated like a human person with rights and i would like to be able to express myself without fear of being harmed or shunned
fascists: literally kill yourself and die. you deserve to be homeless on the streets. here is a list of every single wrong thing your people have ever done 95% of it is fabricated and it's so extreme that literally anyone who agrees with it also wants you to die homeless on the streets. you are a threat to humanity and i am going to send you disgusting and disturbing things until you kill yourself or call your mommy about it you fucking scum. also a large majority of two major world governments agree with our ideas and currently hold political power and shit their pants every single time they're challenged and kill 100 more people every time someone Dares to breathe wrong in their direction
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katmaatui · 3 months
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What if I explode and die wouldn’t that be fun
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bananahoneysandwich · 9 months
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I think this guy (you) should kill himself
Tch,,, kill ukeself. Ur life is so ochinanshi.... iminashi..... I bet you don't even know i'm referencing the "o" and the "i" in yaoi, fake jojos fan (jojos is yaoi, not that YOU would know). Shonen-ai don't even know what ur doing here on this earth anymore. not even an omega in heat would want you. Bara? more like BAKA. Tch.... what a hetare..... you woulr sooner seme stop watching jojos (Jojos is yoai) than have to be aroumd you. Ugh. Whatever I guess its just me and my 801 yaoi (hah, redundant) boyfriends named jojo (its yaoi)
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inkher0 · 1 year
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idk yeah I agree there would be tons out to protect the last afab on earth, but I also do think there would literally be wars fought over them
lots of religious fervor over why they're special, religious extremists too close to buttons willing to kill humanity than birth the next gen of humanity through science, and of course there's my time getting acquainted with average joe's sick sick thoughts and urges… but average jane has those thoughts and urges as well! wee, animality! once an elephant enters a room it's hard to ignore it
and also… just the extreme desire to love and be loved and the extreme desire to no homo. the power of tfw no gf will have maybe half the world m'ladying them. for any double x'ed smile or sneer for the camera....
last afab would have to ask themselves… do I want the queen's crown they're tripping over themselves to hand me, do I want to be the target of obsession and derision and hate and love and filth and jealousy and worship and constant scrutiny from billions of eyes and brains and bodies? maybe not billions, I do think that a significantly large portion of the world wouldn't give a single fuck about them and would just be focusing on their own lives and grief (and a large portion would be having a grand time, free from regular society's expectations!)
tldr I think "go into hiding with their best amab buddies and fam" would be the best course of action
sorry I went snooping to find out what the fuss was about. I hope this is better than a kys at least? you don't have to answer idk why I'm rambling in your anon box. I wish tumblr had anon posts/reblogs so I wouldn't find myself subjecting you solely and specifically to this
I hella respect this. This is taking into account a lot of different factors and planning a survival, and then asking yourself the big philosophical questions about power and subservience. We'll all have different answers, but that's kind of the point, it's a thought experiment.
See, this is why it bothers me to hear so many afab people say they'd just give up and end themselves. How bleak of a world that they live in, where they can't trust even their closest amab companions. Most guys in my family barely like me, and I still trust that they would value their connection to me.
I understand the world can be evil, and men can be horrible. That's why I believe in the right to carry (knives and guns), and encourage people to be aware of red flags both in public and in private. It's why I advocate for feminist ideals and vote for them. Because there are healtheir ways to deal with the threat of male violence that to doomscroll and have suicidal ideations.
You are strong enough to survive anything as long as you don't give up. Fuck the bleakness of the universe, embrace your feminine rage, grab a weapon and kill that motherfu-
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jesuscrab · 1 year
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buying a gaming monitor be like "oh ya i want to kill myself waho!"
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thewoolyworm · 1 year
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ALSO nbapprentice has an entire tag dedicated to talking about how dream daddy is problematic because of a removed ending that had to be data mined. Was it really necessary to include 6 archived posts of your own blog talking about how much this 6 year old game sucks in the same post talking about suicide and doxxing? That person runs a callout blog for a game that peaked in 2017 they need to go touch grass and leave them alone please.
That's because it was never about the doxxing or the suicide attempt, anon
It's beyond touching grass. They need a full on detox from the internet. Seriously. That game is so fucking old now. Literally who's still actively talking about Dre//amDad//dy anymore? What cultural significance or spread does it have to do as much damage as they're convinced it's going to cause? Give me a fucking break
Imagine being this angry and bitter about a cheesy, milquetoast dating sim that you need to use someone's suicide attempt to prove to everyone that the heinous vile videogame about dads falling in love is just as bad as you've decided it is.
I really wish people'd go back to hating things just because they hate them. It doesn't need to be deeper than the fact that you're just not vibing with something. Or idk. Maybe try engaging with something you actually enjoy? Constantly having to be "on" in terms of hating something must be so exhausting. I really don't see how it can be sustainable
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lostmf · 5 months
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I’m not sure I deserve it ..
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datasgirlfriend · 2 years
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AND ANOTHER THING
Murdock and Izzy’s relationship is litterally impossible if it wasn’t for the fact Murdock was at the VA hospital, if he was never a paitent there, he never wouldve by chance met Izzy.
if it wasn’t for Izzy’s own mental illness (We’ll discuss them another time) then she would never have clicked with him and its all about how their whole lives come from a tradegy.
For Izzy its Abel’s attempted sucide, for Murdock its the war.
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fxtalitygod · 3 days
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X. ~Survival~
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Genre: Historical AU, angst, mature, suggestive, arranged-marriage
Warnings: Dark themes, gore, graphic imagery, theme/depictions of horror, body horror, swearing/language, suggestive, pregnancy, mentions and acts of suicide, arguments, mentions of adult murder, Pet name (Little Flower 6-10x) implied Stockholm Syndrome, grief imagery, images/depictions of dead bodies, child death/murder, character death(s), slight misogynistic themes (if you squint), dubcon/noncon (not any actual smut other than vague mentions of sex), implied postpartum, implied survivors guilt
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Today is a new day and after I got home from work and did some fine-tuning, I finally posted the FINAL CHAPTER (not including the epilogue) of Survival!!! I honestly find it funny that I had originally planned for this story to be a short series and it just spiraled into two years of writing! HAHAHAHAA!!!
JJK Mlist•Taglist Rules• • Pt.I • Pt. II • Pt. III • Pt. IV • Pt. V • Pt. VI • Pt.VII • Pt. VIII • Pt. IX • Pt. X • Epilogue
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Emptiness.
It was a feeling that you bitterly greeted after having abandoned it six years ago. It was disappointing, but welcome nonetheless. You wished it was under different circumstances. You did not know which circumstances but knew it was anything other than this.
After the destruction of your life, everything went back to the beginning. You were rehomed in a new village and a different temple, though you could not tell much of the difference. Those blank walls still drove you to insanity. The marriage ceremonies had resumed and more children began crawling the halls in a matter of months.
Sukuna had seemingly lost interest in you after the incident. You had finally snapped, extinguishing the anticipation for the hopes that you would one day. Despite his seeming lack of interest, you were still watched over with diligence, still resided in his chambers, and still acquired a caretaker.
Your mental forces were deteriorating, and it was clear from the blank expression that graced your face. You assumed that Sukuna acknowledged that and decided to have a sitter stay on top of you if you were to do something unexpected– much like what you had done to your village.
The curse user knew the extent of your rage, but he did not quite expect you to leave your home in ruins, to burn your family into nothing but ash. Little to your knowledge, a part of him admired you for that; however, the words that left your mouth after the act had been done brought him a discomfort that neither himself could explain.
From the way he was rutting in you currently, you could not tell. Another attempt of impregnating you. Years ago, you would have had a mind to beg him to stop, and when you could not accomplish that, feign pleasure. You used to want to please Sukuna not for his benefit but your own. Now all you cared about was embracing the feeling of that emptiness as you merely felt the man fucking you: soundless, motionless, thoughtless.
It took a matter of months before you were with child again; however, unlike before, this pregnancy was worse. In the physical aspect, you were overall healthy, but your mental health was far from good. You were a husk of the woman you once were, having lost all ambition for your future. Even when spontaneous thoughts of what life would be like outside the temple, you could not help but feel nauseous.
Guilt.
There were times you wished you could have blamed it on your pregnancy and escape the reality of the issue, but your mind would not allow it. You were repulsed with yourself and could not help but feel like you were betraying your twins by just the simple notion that you were alive, and to think of a future for yourself without them revolted you beyond compare. Your pregnancy did not make it any better.
Most women in the temple thought of pregnancy as a fresh start after losing their previous offspring; a new chance to impress their husband– a sickening point of view; however, you could not be upset with them. Deep down, you believed they had been just as afraid as you were upon their arrival when their village elders proclaimed them the next tribute to Sukuna. They more than likely had a plan to make it out of this hell and made promises to return to their families, but somewhere down the line, all the manipulation, physical strain, and mental stress, caused them to accept their fates and try to make the best out of it, losing themselves in the process.
You were not so lucky.
If pregnancy was a punishment before, it was a curse now. Knowing you were to have another child brought you great remorse. Anytime you were to look or even feel your bump, you could not help but think of the past... to think of your twins. It felt like you were betraying them, trying to unconsciously replace them even though your pregnancy was out of your control.
The way you would eat at yourself could have been considered torture.
Besides the normal work around the temple, you would spend most of your evenings in a dark and unoccupied room, keeping to yourself. No one dared to disrupt you, mostly out of fear due to the knowledge of your power. Few left you space out of respect, knowing the pain you were going through; however, sometimes you wished they would walk through that door, hoping they would attempt to comfort you.
It would have been a good distraction from your running mind.
Those dark and quiet rooms gave you time to think and reflect. You realized there were many things you had undermined and denied for your own sanity. The list could go on, some minor, some major…and the major miscalculations stuck out like a sore thumb.
Trimester One.
Despite your efforts, your village nor your family would have ever accepted your children– Sukuna's blood coursed through their veins, and that was enough to consider them a monstrosity. Your hopes of escaping with them and living a happy life were an illusion you conjured up to keep a drive in you.
Trimester Two.
Whether you liked it or not, your twins would not stay innocent forever. The twins were under Sukuna's guidance, no thanks to your pact, and they absolutely adored him. The twins blindly trusted him with their entire beings and would have believed anything Sukuna had taught them was for good, and you knew for a fact that is how your partner would have spun it. Their acts would have been malicious and cruel and they would not have even known...and despite your want to tell them the truth, the constraints of your pact would have stopped you from doing so.
Trimester Three.
Even if you had successfully run away with your son and daughter in hand, the life the three of you would have lived would have been far from peaceful. You and the children were proven valuable assets to Sukuna; to think that your husband would give you all up so easily was foolish. The curse-user would have hunted you down to the ends of the world until you were back in his grasp.
And as you sat there holding your new baby girl, tears streaming down your face as you listened to her whimpers, you hoped she'd grow up to be a fool; a strong, but foolish girl. If your daughter grew up to be a fool, the world could not hurt her as it had hurt you. If she becomes a fool, she would not have to feel the burden you were feeling.
You hated that you hoped for her, hated the fact that you loved and cared for her after laying eyes on her small figure. The whole scene was pitiful. The arms of a mother holding her child close to her bosom as if shielding them from the world– the effort could be appreciated but was futile because the looming threat was already hovering over you as he inspected his creation. If his presence was not unsettling enough, his hum of satisfaction horrified you, causing you more tears.
"I should have killed myself that morning. It would have saved me a lot of heartache..." you whispered, repeating the words you had mentioned over a year ago.
Months back into motherhood you found yourself questioning yourself and your emotional availability every time you looked at your daughter. You were doing all the right things, but performing the tasks felt heavy on your shoulders, and the smiles you painted on your face felt like they were caked on. None of it felt real. There was no doubt you cared for your little girl, but you had to admit that the task was tiring– caring was tiring.
You thought the feeling would end, believed it was temporary, but days turned into months, and months turned into a year.
You had just finished your daughter's first inspection and were now in your sleeping chambers with your husband. You both stood there silent and unmoving, staring at each other with hardly any indication of who was willing to speak first. Fortunately, your daughter was the first to break the silence, whining as she clung to you. You sighed as you understood the child needed attention, moving the baby into a better position to lightly bounce her, attempting to calm her down.
"You know, I thought you would be overjoyed to be blessed with another child, Y/n," Sukuna sounded as he studied you.
"Whatever do you mean? I am nothing but pleased," you blankly responded, focusing entirely on the little girl bouncing in your arms.
Silence once again.
You could feel his stare burning into you; feel his agitation radiating off his skin as he looked for a real answer. Sukuna was not an idiot, you were aware of that, but his meaningless probing was getting on your nerves. You would much rather he got to the point than play his mind games. If he was going to be indirect, you would only do the same.
"Do you think of them when you look at her?"
There was a halt in your movements, breath hitching as you did so. You slowly moved your head to look at the man before you, your gaze piercing. You had every intention to avoid the question, but your mouth betrayed your mind.
“What do you think?” You snipped, a grimace forming onto your features.
“I could make you forget, simply remove them from your memory to rid you of this…ailment.”
For what felt like the thousandth time of your life, you could feel your eyes widen, however, this was the most appalling statement your husband had made. Had he really suggested ridding your memories with your twins? Had he no remorse? Of course not, why would he? The children were a means to an end, nothing more than a few pawns in his plan. Any love and affection the father had shown his son and daughter were shown with calculation and precision– there was no meaning behind those affections.
"You sick bastard."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"Y/n, I would advise that you watch your tone," a warning glare, "If I did not know any better, I would say that you were speaking out of turn when I am offering you such a gift– I do not offer such things lightly."
"Well it is good that you know better," the seething anger bubbling in your chest was choosing your words at this point, "How could you suggest such a thing?"
"I am doing you a mercy, Y/n, you are letting the past consume you from the inside out, and sooner or later you will become the image of your agony."
"You know nothing because if you did you would be in the same state as I am. You speak as if you know sympathy, but your words are honeyed to keep me in your grasp!"
Your breath was heavy as you confronted Sukuna, glaring daggers into his soul as you watched him step closer.
"Your perception can be quite bothersome at times, Little Flower; however, I believe it is what I admire most about you. I think it is why I chose you...why I love you."
Love.
Love.
Love.
"Love."
Your laughter was hysterical. The tears welling up in your eyes from pure disbelief and humor. Sukuna Ryomen himself has admitted to loving you for the second time. This time claiming he chose you because he loves you.
What a joke.
"Love me?" you choked between giggles, "Sukuna, you would not know love if it hit you in the face. Like I said before, your words are coated with the sweetest sugars to keep me around, to bring me hope, and quite frankly, the sweetness has become dull and bitter," a pause as you caught your breath, "You do not love me Sukuna. As I have stated, you love what I can provide you."
Silence had greeted you both for what seemed like the millionth time, but you could have been wrong, you lost count at this point.
"I understand the concept of love, more than you think, Little Flower; however, love has little meaning. So you are right, I do not love you, I value you. Is that not greater than love?"
You scoffed.
"You are going to die alone and I am glad that you will."
A soft chuckle sounded from your husband before feeling a strange feeling at the back of your head. You could feel the kanzashi pin moving in your hair as Sukuna played with the accessory.
"I highly doubt that."
Those four words had caused your heart to sink, bringing you more fear than you had ever experienced in your entire life. Without thought, you backed away from the man towering over you. You shook your head as you held eye contact with Sukuna, almost stumbling on your feet as you felt for the door and clumsily exited the room. You had your daughter close to your chest as you entered the hallway.
What little you had of your life came crashing down instantly as the gravity of your reality unfolded to its full extent.
You would never be free and although that was a realization you had made long ago...this time you had no hope to convince you otherwise.
So what did you do?
You ran.
You flew through the corridors to the gardens, arriving with heavy breath. Scanning the grounds you searched for the only individual who could help you right now. The moment your eyes registered the woman, you quickly approached, hardly paying attention to anything along your path as you made your way over.
"Y/n-"
"I have something for you!" you interrupted, holding out a pin you had stored and concealed for years, never knowing the right moment to give it to the woman before you.
The woman who had lost her sick and poor son on your very first inspection day.
You watched as her eyes welled up immediately, taking the pin and inspecting it as if to make sure it was real. When she was able to confirm the little trinket was indeed not a figment of her imagination, she held it close to her chest, letting her silent sobs escape before looking at you.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. But why are you giving this to me?"
You looked around hesitantly before pitifully looking at her, letting your walls crumble to reveal all your pain and suffering.
"I need your help."
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"Uraume!"
"Yes, Sukuna-sama," the right hand responded.
"I would like you to gather the women and children from the inspection, I have an announcement."
"Yes, Sukuna-sama, I'll get right on it."
With that Uraume disappeared, leaving Sukuna in his quarters alone. The man paced in his chambers, reflecting on the prior conversation from earlier. The talk did not have the most satisfying ending, but much like the other unfortunate discussions that had been held between the two of you, this would be another problem that would resolve itself in due time.
The move would help move that process faster.
This village had quickly bored the tyrant, as they were quick to promise vengeance and destruction upon his empire. Same-old-same-old. So with that, it was time to move on to the next village after leaving this one behind in ashes.
"Sukuna-sama, the women and children do not appear to be in their chambers or the gardens, the workstations are abandoned too.
"What?"
Without a thought, Sukuna stormed out of the room and into the halls, those blank walls making the temple look more abandoned knowing that everyone had seemingly disappeared. He looked through every room he managed to pass, even using his abilities to sense the faintest amount of cursed energy. For a while, he came up with nothing, but after catching a familiar aura, he briskly started to follow the direction it was coming from.
The curse-user found himself in the main hall, where he saw his wives and children gathered. The husband would be lying if he claimed he was not confused with the situation, but he would not show that. Instead, Sukuna decided to try and decipher the scenario.
Upon first glance, it had seemed that the women and children were gathered for a usual gathering, but upon closer observation, something was off. The looks of the individuals in the room seemed to differ. Some women seemed relieved, others looked almost proud, and others...well, the last of the women looked as if they were being held there against their will.
As the monster-of-a-man continued to scan the room, he finally managed to find you, standing in the center of the room, your head held high; however, you looked exhausted, broken. It brought that familiar discomforting feeling to Sukuna, the same feeling when you had spoken those words after you had burned down your village.
"What is this, Little Flower?" Sukuna questioned with some amusement behind his voice, masking his indifference.
"Do not call me that," you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper as it softly echoed in the room.
"Y/n-sama ple-"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" you yelled, successfully silencing the crying woman who had shouted for you.
The atmosphere was tense, and he would tread carefully because Sukuna was no fool.
"What do you want, Little Flower? An apology? I can, obviously, give that to you, but we both know it would not solve much. So what is it you truly want?"
"To leave..." you weakly announced, watching as Sukuna gradually approached before stopping in his footsteps.
"Well then, Little Flower, you have gathered yourself and all your companions just in time, I was ready to announce our departure from this village. You get what you want, righ-"
"That's not what I want." you interrupted.
Sukuna was silent, his brow twitching in irritation as he stared at you, stopping mid-stride.
"Then what do you want?"
"I want the offer you gave me back on the table?" you quickly responded.
"And what offer would you be referring to, Little Flower?"
"On my very first inspection with my twins, you offered me to kill everyone in this room– I want to change my answer."
Your husband chuckled, "Do you not think the circumstances have changed a little, my dear? I gave you that option years ago, what makes you think that is something I am still willing to offer?"
"Because you love me..."
"Now you are willing to embrace that love?"
"Only if you do this one last thing for me. I will let you love me until my last mortal days, and me in return, just as long as everyone in this room dies."
A sly smirk, "As you wish, Little Flow-"
"By my hands!" you interjected.
Delight was an expression that Sukuna could not hold back at those words.
"It's a deal, Y/n."
"Perfect."
With those words sealing the pact, you took no further wait in your next actions. You ignored all the shouts and screams of those who wished to live, ridding yourself of whatever empathy you once had– you had to admit, it made things a lot easier when setting the room ablaze. Hearing their screams of agony and pain was a lot easier when you managed to wash out the humanity within you.
You could only feel relief after hearing all the shrieks and wails die out into nothing but silence. The room was filled with nothing but fire, bone, and ashes, the smell of burning flesh was prominent; however, that did not stop him from approaching you.
"I love you, Little Flower." Sukuna proclaimed, bringing his forehead to yours before softly kissing you.
He pulled away to look into your eyes, admiring them momentarily before smiling softly. Some may have mistaken it for a look of endearment, but it was a look of satisfaction. He had successfully taken your pride, dignity, and hope– he had taken all of you.
"I love you too."
And because you had no pride, dignity, or hope, left to hold on to...
It made it so much easier to bring that poison-coated dagger to your flesh and slit your belly.
For Sukuna everything went in slow motion, immediately swatting the dagger from your hand to the ground before cupping your wound, blood covering his hand in seconds. The desperate individual tried using his reverse curse technique to revert the damage, but it was pointless as you were resisting. For the first time in a long time, Sukuna felt genuine fear as he watched you slowly slip away from reality. And as everything started to play back to speed, Sukuna had a realization.
"Where is our daughter?!" The four-armed monstrosity yelled upon notice of your empty arms, continuing at attempts to stop your bleeding with little success.
Your smile made his heart drop.
"Gone." you sputtered, blood slipping from your cooling lips before going completely limp.
"...Gone where? Little Flower..."
"Little Flower!"
"LITTLE FLOWER, ANSWER ME!"
"Y/N!!!!!!!!"
You upheld your deal...you loved him for your last mortal days, it just so happened that day was seconds into a day, and as Sukuna sat there holding your motionless form, he could not have regretted anything more in his life. Making that deal was the best thing to happen in your life because in the end...
...You won the game of Survival.
And you hoped that your daughter could one day do the same.
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Until the epilogue yall... (`∀´)Ψ
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qtubbo · 2 months
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We got some miscommunication going around, Tubbo did not want to die in his final moments, him playing the game in the first place was an attempt but he did not want to die when Richas was killing him. He screamed and begged for Fit to save him, Richas not listening because he thought it was a game and he is a a literal child don’t ever blame the child, Tubbo is suicidal and depressed but he did not want to die there.
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weird-an · 4 months
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tw: mentioned suicide attempts, but Billy can't die, depression, drugs
Billy isn't sure he's alive, but he knows he can't fucking die.
The doctors call it a miracle, he thinks it's a curse. The wounds healed, turning into thin scars, starting to fade after a few days. All the pain becoming only a faint ache. Starcourt is a memory, a bad dream, a fucking joke.
It can't be right. He feels like he's dying, when he's back at Cherry Lane, when he's at home, but far away from California.
His skin feels all wrong, too tight, too cold.
Neil says he's glad Billy survived the "fire at the mall", but he isn't happy about the hospital bills. He's disappointed that all of this happened, but Billy still isn't a man, knows nothing of respect and responsibility. Beating are lessons, but not lasting anymore, the bruises are gone after an hour.
Neil notices. Calls him a freak, a monster - like he has ever seen a real monster, like he knows what it feels like to have one inside his head, like he doesn't see one in the mirror every day.
It's the last day of 1985. Billy can't fucking die.
He tried to using the gun Neil shouldn't have, he tried to using too many pills, he tried to let the Camaro's engine running until he couldn't breathe - but he always wakes up. Sometimes hungover, sometimes hurting, always not dead.
He sits on the Camaro's hood at the quarry, after snorting a line of coke and drinking a bottle of vodka. His heart races, but he still doesn't feel shit.
"Jesus, Billy." Harrington's voice is soft, almost worried. It makes Billy turn around, before he can help himself.
Harrington's got a freaking suit on, tie loosened, hair tousled. He looks as tired as the world is. As Billy is.
"That's one hell of a New Year's party," Harrington says.
"Fuck off." Billy looks away, before he can get lost Harrington's stupid big brown eyes.
"Still better than the Harrington's annual New Year's function." Harrington sits next to him on the car, his knee bumping against Billy's.
"Why are you here?" Billy huffs, staring into the dead of the night. He wants to tell him to piss off, too, but he can't. His pulse is thundering in his ears and he's pretty sure it's got nothing to do with the coke.
"I don't know," Harrington admits. "Maybe I'm... alone."
Billy gets that. He's been alone ever since she walked out of the door.
Harrington laughs and it's a bitter parody of what it should sound like. "I don't know, it's stupid."
"It's not." Billy makes the mistake to turn towards him. Steve is so close. Steve is so warm. "Not at all."
He feels like Steve just offered him a piece of himself and he should give something back, but all he's got to offer is worthless.
"You should stay away," he says, heart in his throat. "I'm a monster."
Steve shakes his head. A curl tickles Billy's skin.
"I've seen monsters and you're not one of them," Steve whispers. His breath is ghosting over Billy's mouth.
Billy shakes, letting go of the breath he didn't know he held. He leans forward, presses his lips against Steve's.
There are fireworks illuminating the sky, pink, gold and blue chasing the darkness away.
Steve kisses back. Billy's lips tingle.
It's the first day of 1986.
Billy is alive. For the first time in months, maybe years.
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