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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 month

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And another… like I said addictive.

1.Rockefeller Street (New Nightcore) - Getter Jaani

“Come on, let’s go!” Izuku said, grabbing Tenya’s hand. He dragged the taller teen along as Ocahko laughed, carrying the bag.

“It’s time for fun Tenya!” Ochako told him. She was dressed in black, much like the others.

“Should we really be excited for this…” Tenya wondered out loud.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Izuku asked rehtorically. “Aren’t you ready for some fun?”

“...” Tenya looked at the pictures on the walls, showing the ‘fall’ of heroes. He stared at the one about his brother. “I am,” he decided. “Whose first?”

“Police station,” Ochako said, pulling out the masks and bats from her bag.

2.Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door -Blakwall

Izuku buried his face into his legs, breathing shakily.

Blood on his hands. A civilian staring up at him with glassy eyes.

An accident, they patted his back. We can deal with it. Don’t worry.

Izuku rocked back and forth, his eyes clenched tightly. He couldn’t do this. Couldn’t go out again, could’t face the world outside his own. Couldn’t-

“Izuku?” Keigo opened the door. Izuku didn’t look up. The older hero moved into the dark room, sitting beside his little brother. “It… it wasn’t-”

“I should have looked,” Izuku choked. He lifted his head from his knees, tears beginning to trickle down his face. “I should have seen.”

“He got in the way. Civilians shouldn’t be that close to hero fights,” Keigo said.

“I killed an innocent man.” Izuku whimpered. Keigo didn’t have a come back for that, so he simply lifted his arm, letting the crying child bury himself into his side, a red wing wrapping around Izuku.

He would protect his brother for one night, while his memories were to fresh.

3.Badass -NEFFEX

Shouto watched with wide eyes as Izumi flipped off the roof to land a firm kick in the face of Stain. He hadn’t even realized she was there until she was on him, her kick sending him flying back. She scoffed and flipped her hair. It was dangerous to have it down, Shouto thought with his memories filled of his mother being yanked by her hair.

But seeing her spin, a kick causing Stain to loose his sword, he saw it for what it was. A taunt, a mocking moment. A brutal thrust in in the face as she showed off her skills. She couldn’t be caught even with her hair down. No one could touch her.

“God she’s so beautiful,” Shouto said, as Izumi kicked Stain right between the legs. Tenya and Native looked at Shouto as once.

“... teenagers,” Native muttered as Tenya grumbled about allomantics.

4.Middle Finger- Bohnes

“FUCK THE COMMISSION!” is a tag appearing around town. It’s followed by large murals with lists of ‘crimes’ the Hero Public Safety Commission has done.

No one takes it seriously. Not until a dark haired man holds up a bank and confesses to being Todoroki Touya who had run away from home after a training accident nearly killed him. Until Todoroki Natsuo spoke about his missing younger brother. Until Todoroki Fuyumi screamed from the top of her lungs.

People began taking it seriously.

More murals, more tags appeared, all listing crimes. Death Arms took bribes, Uwambi was more about fame then heroics, Ms Joke was a serial harasser, UA board had MLA sympathizers, the MLA was still around- it was everywhere.

A group of teenagers smiled at the chaos, the missing youngest Todoroki blowing a bubble with his gum as he glanced over his sunglasses.

“Whose next boss?” Sero asked Midoriya who smiled in reply.

5.Too Sweet -Hozier

Izuku watched as Shinsou moved through the bar like the purple haired boy was born to it. Izuku scoffed, sipping his coffee. He was on the clock, and alcohol damaged his thinking progress.

“Ah, Dekiru,” Shinsou smiled, sitting beside Izuku without a care.

“Siren,” Izuku said, lifting a hand to the underground hero who didn’t even flinch.

“Thought I’d find you here,” the hero had a sly smirk appearing on his face. Izuku rolled his eyes.

“I’m always here Siren. What do you want?”

“A date,” Shinsou said. Izuku snorted.

“You’re to sweet for me Siren,” Izuku told the man.

“You sure about that?” Shinsou asked, leaning towards the information broker.

“You’re a hero,” Izuku said. “Underground or not, you’re much to sweet for me,” he gave a poisonous smile to the other man. “Now, either buy info or get out.”

He didn’t have time to deal with hero types when there was information to gather, no matter how handsome the hero was. None of them fit in with his world.

Not anymore.

6.Kiss -Prince

“You sure about this?” Touya asked his little brother’s friend, inbetween hot kisses.

“If you ask me that again-” Izuku threatened. Touya chuckled, going back to kissing the other man. Ever since Natsuo started coming home with the green haired man, Touya had noticed him. At first it was just realizing others could be Quirkless like Natsuo and not come from a fucked up situation where two Quirks basically cancelled themselves out.

Then it was with a little more interest when the kid, at the time, had figured out how he could use his Quirk for longer. The kid ended up figuring out Touya’s hidden ice Quirk, hidden by how strong his flames were. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough he no longer overheated.

He got into UA with a grin on his face.

Izuku did to, though he ended up in support. Natsuo fought to get in to, and aced the management courses.

So how did it end up with Touya pinning the younger man down?

Well, it all started with a kiss, drunken maybe, but it still started with one.

And it wasn’t one to regret.

7.Best Friend’s Brother -Victorious Cast

“So… you have a crush on Touya,” Ocahko told her best friend. Izuku jumped, flushing.

“No I don’t!” he shook his head.

“Don’t what?” Natsuo said, showing up behind his friends. Ochako smirked, but Izuku’s scowl had her raising her hands.

“Teasing him about a crush,” she told the white haired teen. Natsuo raised an eyebrow.

“The one on Touya?”

“Seriously?!” Izuku asked. Natsuo shrugged.

“You’re pretty obvious dude. I mean, it’s only about a four year difference so it’s not that weird if you go for it.” Natsuo pointed out. “We are eighteen.”

“That just sounds creepy.” Ochako mused.

“It does,” Izuku said to Natsuo who shrugged.

“Well it’s true. And I don’t mind. You’d be my brother in law,” Natsuo laughed. Izuku shoved away from his laughing friends.

Traitors, he didn’t tease them about their crushes.

8.What’s my Name -Descendants Cast

“What’s MY NAME!?” Izuku screamed, throwing his head back with a laugh. Toga laughed, dancing as she followed Izuku through the carnage the Nomus were causing. Dabi and Tomura were watching from the roofs as Mr. Compress blended in with the fleeing civilians. Spinner was running through the heroes, cutting down the ones they marked as targets. Twice had his doubles everywhere.

“DEKU!” a voice shouted, and Izuku paused. He turned around, flashing a smile at seeing a blonde man.

“Hello Kacchan, have you learned your lesson about my name yet?” Izuku pulled out a knife. “Or do I need to remind you again?”

9.Villain -Neoni

Her Quirk scared people. It always had scared them, and she felt the crawling of her mind as she tried to hold it in. She couldn’t let it out. Couldn’t cause more harm.

It was all her fault, her powers. All her fault daddy left. Mommy hated her, said she was ruining things for her. How awful a child she was.

No relief at school from the screams of her mother. Only taunts of villain, freak. Monster. Of Bakugou using his Quirk to keep her in line, the perfect hero in the making as he brought her down to her knees.

She had hope though. She could free herself. It was right around the corner, she just-

“That’s what you deserve Deku,” Bakugou laughed as Izumi stared at the pile of ash that had been her essay to UA. Her promise of skill and talent. Destroyed with no time to change it back. Izumi looked up at Bakugou and bared her teeth. Her skin bubbled.

Her hope was gone. Her last chance.

Her eyes turned black.

“In a case of extreme Quirk discrimination, young Midoriya Izumi has gone on a rampage killing several classmates and her own mother. The young Midoriya possessed the Quirk Demon which let her transform into a demonic like being, and due to this…”

10.Do It Like a Girl - Morgan St. Jean

Shouto swallowed as he stared at Izumi. Part of how she was allowed to attend UA was to let her do dances still. She practised her movements often in gym then. Shouto kew many people tended to stare at… certain parts of her, and he’d be lying if he didn’t linger at those areas either, but his eyes were always drawn into the power she held. Balancing on a toe, perfectly in balance. Holding herself on the bar to do midair splits.

“I’m so jealous, she looks so good,” Hagakure whined.

“She’s powerful,” Shouto said out loud. Bakugou scoffed.

“Deku?” he said snidely.

“You try what she’s doing,” Shouto said, ready for a very funny show.

He got one.

#bnha #bnha au #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #fem izuku #tododeku #shindeku #dabideku #aged up izuku #commission izuku #villain izuku #shuffle challenge

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helloiamadrawer · 7 months

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Class 1A Boys + music they listen to (PART 2)

There's always that ONE person who is like a parent when it comes to his whole class and music making sure it's "school appropriate" and that would be no other than the class rep, Iida.

Has a playlist for literally his life routine lol (study, relaxing, outings, running in the rain in his retro raincoat 😂,etc.). I feel like he would listen to like 90's music, classic rock (his fav artist is Foo Fighters for sure) he doesn't mind playing his stuff every now and then but he's busy most of the time preparing for class. nerd lol.

May sound shocking but he likes SOME rap but it's all old school rap/hip-hop like Biggie, Ice T, Usher, MC Hammer but he only listens to it outside of U.A though because he doesn't want "taint his image of class rep". He tried trying new school rap and..let's say he'll just stay where he is (he almost got hurt BUT that's for another story!)

The only classmate that is so chill with almost every genre of music is Sero. Even songs in different languages and more exotic genres like nudisco, jazzfunk, and french house (which are his favorites, cause it's a rarity he cherishes). He would play japanese funk while he drives down the road JUST for the ✨aesthetic✨ (future au idea). Dua Lipa, Kali Uchis, Doja Cat, Rosalia, JIAFEI just any other artist that sings in another language other than english he'll know. And he sings it so well but has no idea what a lick of it means well except for japanese.

Is not scared of talking about it to any of his classmates and actually persuading them to give it a try or if he plays it on his bluetooth speaker before class starts and then one of his classmates asks him the next day for ex: Tokoyami asks him "Hey Sero, what was that techo like song were you playing yesterday, for some reason it's in my head." and then the tape boi will go through his recently played songs from yesterday (he's a yt music kinda guy tbh). Then basically almost everybody is interested in what he has in store next

In other words he's the one who always brings his speaker to class but is respectful and plays it before class even starts, he's an early bird.

Denki, is the twin of Sero cool with any kind of music but leans more into the weebcore/rap category. He most likely will play weeb music in his dorm room, the usual anime openings and ending theme songs with a dorky smile on his face humming along while reading manga.

Is the aux cord GOD, will never disappoint the Bakusquad with any music he plays in the car he'll play some Marshmello and everyone would get littt🔥🔥🔥 or some nostalgic jpop to sing awfully off tune to to piss off Bakugo ofc.

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Fun Fact: The whole Bakusquad got kicked out of his car at least five times singing terribly lmaooooo

(!!I'M WRITING THIS HEADCANON BEFORE THE TRAITOR ERA HE HAD!!)⬇️

💅Voguing king✨ that's the title Yuga Aoyama gives himself when his headphones are filled with the sounds of VOGUE EDITS IM SORRY HE SERVES CUNT ISTG GO LOOK AT HIS HERO COSTUME UGHHHH 😫 he even putson fashion shows with the Class A Girls 🥺🥺 *imagines him voguing to this 1 hour playlist of just phonk/runway music cause I can*

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He is also very bold at expressing his love for future funk obsession, his peers don't mind it at all..well, ONE person *cough cough bakugo*. ⬇️

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Totally applies his makeup (generally eyeliner cause he has the ✨prettiest✨ eyes, fight me 🤪)to either one of those two categories imo (he gives me when i suddenly want to try runway eyeliner makeup😭 -cries in non fem queen-)

BEST FOR LAST MOTHAFUCKIN' BAKUGO AND KIRISHIMA aka BakuKiri or KiriBaku (shoutout to the shippers for that pair✌️) 💥🤟

Heavy Metal/Death Metal for Bakugo

NEFFEX, Rock and workout tunes for Kirishima

Five Finger Death Punchis literally Boom Boom Boi's fav and Kiri is in the car just vibing and just not minding it at all knowing it's his way of relieving stress from work plus it's manly sounding anyway to him as well so whatever makes him happy ❤️

Psst..come here..*whispers in your ear* Bakugo gets with Tokoyami for secret thrashing sessions sometimes 🤫

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THEY DON'T! THE DARK OVERLORD AND THE ANGRY POMERANIAN THRASHING TOGETHER LMAOO AND THEN KIRI JOINS IN LATER AND THEN THE WHOLE BAKUSQUAD LMAOAOAO

Now Kiri goes to the gym pumping iron to some Neffex is a must for him that's his whole workout niche but anywhere his workout playlist goes who knows?

Has a whole thrash playlist as well go figs

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Disco on the treadmill? yes please

Dubstep while throwing around that heavy ass rope? yessir yessir

At the end of the day he's chillin' to some chillstep while laying on his bed after a shower, resting to recharge for the next day

MIneta...yeahhhh dont give him the aux cord..just don't trust him

Imma just say one word that he would blare on someone speaker

Cupcakke

That is all..so hide yo aux cords or don't bring it at all and just stick to the radio

#bnha eijiro kirishima #boku no hero acedamia #mha headcanons #mha #aoyama #katsuki bakugo #denki kaminari #sero hanta #minxta

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jeon-s-sins · 1 year

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Fighter │ Two

Synopsis: A few days later, after your unfortunate encounter in the alley, you had finally decided not to live in fear but to equip yourself with items that would help you defend yourself if necessary. You had finally settled into your apartment and were finally able to focus on your job interviews and internship applications. But some unfortunate news disrupted your plans for the evening, making you want to move on and get your mind off things. As you head to the nearest bar, you realize it's not just a bar, but a place where underground fights occur. Just as you're about to leave, you make an unexpected discovery about your unknown savior.

Warning: alcohol, fights.

Word count: 4.7 k

Chapter’s song: Graveyard - NEFFEX

n/a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. Enjoy your reading, and please don’t forget to vote and comment 😁.

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Several days had passed since your misadventure in the alley. Since that night, you had ensured you had your back when leaving your house. To increase your safety, you had even invested in a defensive keychain. It consisted of a 5 million volt stun gun, pepper spray, and a kubotan (a self-defense weapon). There was also a self-defense pocket alarm. When you pressed the button, a shrill sound would be heard. First, it would scare off the attackers, and second, it would alert those nearby to your condition, maximizing your chances of escaping.

You didn't want this to affect your life. Sure, it was very complicated, and you still felt their hands on your body for several days. But you also felt lucky. A lot of people are not as fortunate as you. They don't necessarily come out unscathed, sometimes even worse: dead.

So you didn't want to shut yourself off. You hoped to live for all those who didn't have that chance anymore.

Unfortunately, you had other things to think about. For example, your last year of school. For this last year, you had to intern in a company and then write a thesis about it to finally get your degree. You started sending your application to several companies a few weeks ago, but none seemed to want to respond. There are only three months left before the mandatory internship start date, and you still need something.

You have applied to all kinds of companies. Fashion companies, food companies, furniture companies, event companies, and the list goes on. But you didn't lose hope. You continued sending your applications to three or four companies daily, hoping for a positive response from at least one.

It was Friday night, and you had just left the building where your last class of the day had been held. You were exhausted. You got into your new car, which you had finally bought three days ago after so many years of saving, and drove to the supermarket to shop for the week. You took the opportunity to pick up a few snacks before making a detour to the mall to make everyday purchases such as new clothes, cosmetics, and decorations for your apartment.

Back home, you put away your groceries and loaded the washing machine with your new clothes and the ones you had used during the week. The decorations you bought quickly found a place in the apartment. Tonight, you wanted to relax. And for that, a nice warm bath was welcome.

Now you found yourself on your couch, the computer on your lap, while the movie Fullmetal Alchemist was playing. While you "watched" the film - or listened to it without paying attention - you wrote applications for a new internship. You didn't have a favorite company. All that mattered was that you found an internship to end your student life once and for all.

So far, you have contacted about fifty companies, but they have yet to respond. But just as you clicked the "Send" button in your mailbox, you heard a "ping" sound on your computer. In the primary mailbox, you realize that a company is finally contacting you. It was about time!

Holy shit!

They offered you an online meeting for tonight. Without further ado, you replied as soon as you finished reading the entire email content. As soon as you sent it, you jumped off the couch and ran full speed into your room. You almost fell twice before you reached your destination. You only had about thirty minutes before your appointment. You opened your closet and pulled out a thin, strapless black dress with a white blazer that you would wear over it. You certainly weren't going to stand up during the interview, but that didn't stop you from at least looking presentable.

Once you were dressed, your hair done, and your makeup lightly applied, you had prepared the area where you would hold the online meeting - the kitchen counter. In addition, it was a good day. You had an electrical outlet not far away and would use it to charge your computer. When you were ready, about five minutes before the meeting, you logged in using the link that was sent to you by email.

When you logged in, the screen went black, but it didn't take long for the image of a man to appear on your screen. The meeting had started well, perhaps too well. His proposals were attractive but outside your area of expertise. He had the people to do the job.

You didn't really understand what he was saying. It could have been perfect for you if they had enough people in sales and negotiation. It would mean they would have more time and more people to "train" you. But he believes they would have offered you a job in the company since you were graduating this year. So you could be taken and trained in a department they needed the most.

In a way, he was right. And with your course, you could have quickly gone into marketing. But that wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to be in something other than marketing. You wanted to be in sales and negotiations. You tried to move, travel, and take risks, not sit behind a screen, creating and analyzing a market and targets.

So, you thanked him for taking the time to interview you before ending the meeting.

At that moment, you were frustrated. You have been applying to companies for months and have yet to have positive feedback. The only company that responded to you wanted to deviate from your original plan. You were frustrated and beyond tired. For tonight, you had had enough. It was time to move on. You needed to clear your head. So you shut down your computer with a sharp snap before you put on your shoes, grabbed your car and house keys, and left your apartment.

As you got into your car, you placed your phone in the magnetic holder on the dashboard of your vehicle. You were looking for a bar, a nightclub, or something. You had changed your plans. You didn't want a quiet night anymore. You wanted to dance and clear your head.

You remembered seeing a bar the night you went shopping. It was close to your house. "What was the name again?" You tried to find a clue in your memories. You knew it was a compound name. It was the "Den" of something. Not wanting to torture yourself any longer, you opened the Google Maps application and typed in the first part of the bar's name.

"Bingo." The Devil's Den was the name of the bar. You selected the bar's name on your phone's GPS, and when the route appeared on the screen, you put the key in the ignition and drove to the bar.

It wasn't exactly what you expected to find when you entered the so-called "bar." There seemed to be more men than women. There were a few, but all were accompanied by men.

A ring was in the middle of the room, which was unusual for a bar. Even stranger was the fact that there were bars surrounding the boxing ring. It was more like a cage, just like in the X-Men movie when Rogue meets Wolverine for the first time.

The room was built on two levels - or rather balconies - where it was already crowded. Some people were laughing, some were talking, and some were drinking while holding signs with names on them. The room's walls were dark gray, which could be mistaken for black. There were bright LED boards that were turned off for the moment. The ring was on the lower level - the one they were in - and a little further down was the bar. Some people had already found a place near the ring.

You had made your way through the crowd, still at the bar, hoping to get a drink. "What can I get you, honey?" A young man, no doubt the same age as you, had asked as soon as he saw you. "A Jägerbomb, please."

"Right away." And he had gone to work making your drink. You took the opportunity to look around a bit more. There were people from all walks of life. From the rich - who were in the more reserved parts of the room - to the poorest there could be. But one thing connected them: a taste for danger, illegal, and money.

You were no fool. Even though you had never been in one of these places, you knew now that this was not a bar, let alone an ordinary club. The ring in the middle of the room gave it away. You knew what kind of place this was, but were you ready for it? To be honest, you had no idea.

Why not stay and find out once and for all?

It's like you have nothing better to do. Besides, even if it wasn't a remarkable feat you could brag about later, it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Usually, you would never think of going to a place like this, but now that you were there, you had nothing to lose.

Once you had your drink and the lights dimmed, the people hanging around the bar, talking and betting, moved closer to the fighting area, giving you more space.

"So, beautiful, which of the two thugs is your champion?" At first, you didn't notice that you were no longer alone. One of the bartenders had taken advantage of the crowd's dispersal to clean the bar and collect the dirty glasses to run the dishwasher. "Excuse me?" With a wet, cleaned glass and a clean cloth, the bartender in question dried the beer glass before putting it back in its place when it was dry.

"I asked which of the two fighters was your champion?" You had answered him with a shake of your head. "I don't - I don't have one." The bartender had taken a second wet glass and was drying it as he continued your interaction. He had let out a small laugh.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" If he meant the first in a place of that sort, then yes.

"What makes you say that?" Curious about what might have given you away, you still need to answer his question formally.

"Simple. It wasn't the first time; you probably would have mentioned your champion's name before you started talking about him while telling me about your imaginary life together. That's pretty much what all the girls here do."

"Well, proof that I'm not like all those girls." He had smiled again.

"For now."

He sounded sure of himself. You didn't see why you would do that, knowing that you didn't know anyone and had no plans to set foot in that place again.

"Believe me, you're not the first, let alone the last, chick to step foot in here and say that. Once you've tasted the effect of Bullet Fists, you won't want to miss any of his fights."

"Bullet Fists? What's that?"

"Not what. Rather who?"

The bartender had told you. He looked like he was about to tell you more, but the sound of someone speaking into the microphone cut him off.

Your eyes landed on the person standing in the middle of the ring as the crowd began to cheer.

"I'll let you find out for yourself instead."

The bartender had placed his broad hand on your shoulder before leaning in to make sure you heard him over the din before resuming his work and leaving you alone.

Facing the ring, your back to the counter as you sat on the bar stool, you took in the scene as you sipped your drink.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to see so many of you here tonight. We have put together some crazy fights for you tonight. Now that you've placed your bets, it's too late to turn back. You just have to hope that your champions are at their best and that they win their fights."

You listened to the speech of the old man standing in the ring. He was old - in his sixties at most. He wore a black suit and held a polished black stick in his other hand. Listening was a big word. You ignored what he was saying. All you could hear was money... bet... blood... fight... In short, gibberish.

Fights took place in what they called the cage. Men, each as confident as the next, would fight until the one across from them fell to the ground, teeth and brain cells missing.

You were on your fourth glass of Jägerbomb when you decided it was time to go home.

Fights like this, with no rules or restraints, were overrated. You didn't find it treacherous. It didn't do much for you. It didn't make you hot or cold when you saw one of them fall unconscious or get hit. It didn't matter to you who won.

You paid for your drinks and were about to get up from your seat when the same bartender from earlier approached you again.

"Are you sure you want to leave now? Things are about to get interesting."

He had asked you as he handed you back your bank card.

"If it's going to be the same as before, thank you, but I'm sure I want to go home." He shook his head.

"That's a shame. The ones you've seen are nothing more than amateurs looking for adrenaline. Whereas those who are for coming are real fighters."

You needed to be more convinced. You had decided to return anyway.

Gathering your things, you were about to leave when you heard the host's voice announcing the next fight. As he told the first fighter, some people in the crowd started to cheer.

Music blared from the speakers as the so-called fighter made his entrance. Some people were cheering. Others - probably fans of the other fighter - booed him. He was tall, about 5'10". Muscular, but not overly so. He wore boxing shorts and white and black gloves. He was blond, but his color looked like it had been missed.

After the blond boy joined the host in the ring, the host announced the name of the second boxer.

"Here comes the one you've all been waiting for. He is tall, handsome, muscular, and young. Please, ladies and gentlemen, warmly welcome our golden boy. Mr. Bullet Fists."

By this time, the crowd had gone wild. Shouting, cheering, and whistling came from all sides.

It was obvious this man was a hit. Sliding doors opened, and a man stood in the middle. You couldn't see his face. Only his silhouette, accentuated by a bright spotlight behind him, highlighted his figure. Smoke rose from the floor, adding to the mystery surrounding the unknown man.

Music accompanied him as he walked towards the cage, cheered by his fans and groupies. The song was instantly recognizable. It was Graveyard by NEFFEX. You loved that song.

You don't wanna fuck with me

Don't wanna test your luck with me

'Cause if you try to fuck with me

I'll take all your body parts

To a fucking graveyard, six

Feet Underground

Because of the contrast in the light, you couldn't see him very well, just his silhouette. But the man had charisma. A lot of appeals. His posture, the way he walked towards the cage with a sure step. He had an aura of power and strength.

In fact, you weren't the only one who felt it. It was almost as if he was confident of victory. As if his opponent was a pesky mosquito that he would swat away in no time.

On the other hand, his opponent looked irritated by his rival's confidence. He was irritated and wanted to wipe the smile off this Bullet Fist's face guy.

Just wanna rule the world

Call me mister, steal your girl

Bullet Fists had just entered the cage as those words echoed through the loudspeakers. He walked around the ring, pointing in different directions, and without further ado, female screams filled the air. What a charmer.

I'm confident, not lazy

And I'm dominating lately

She wants me like some pastries

I'm give it to these ladies

Like I'm Hefner in my eighties

'Till I'm pushing up daisies

Once again, he addressed the ladies. On the screen above the ring, the camera showed a close-up of his face, which he revealed after removing the hood of his black and red silk boxing gown.

He flirted with all these women with a wink, followed by a grin, before licking his lips with his pink tongue.

Looking closer at the screen, you had a flashback to that night in the alley a few days ago. You hadn't seen your savior's face, but you were sure that this man, Bullet Fists, was your mysterious savior.

You had a strong intuition, and if there was one thing life had taught you over the years, it was to never doubt your instincts.

You had finally found him.

Since he had brought you home, you had never seen each other again. And you thought it would be like that forever. Something had awakened in you to finally see him again after so long. You were finally going to know the identity of your savior, and if you were lucky, you might even get a chance to thank him for saving you from those men that night.

After all, you were going to stay. You had nothing better to do at home. And whether you have left now or after the fight with the stranger, you must call a taxi. You didn't want to risk getting behind the wheel and having an accident with all those drinks. You wanted to live a few more years.

You won't put me on a shelf

Every punch that I throw

I could send your ass to hell

Better run bitch now

Bullet Fists had chosen his entrance song well. The music itself was an extension of his words. The message was simple and straightforward. Bullet Fists made a promise to his opponent. He would win no matter what, and his opponent would be sent to the mat.

Returning to your original seat, you ordered another glass of Jagerbomb, a mixture of energy drink - in this case, a monster - mixed with Jägermeister, German alcohol made from 56 medicinal plants whose identity is kept secret to this day, with an alcohol content of 35°.

The host had barely had time to announce the start of the fight before the two men had thrown themselves at each other in a fury.

Each of them was determined to be the winner. Unlike the other fighters, their fight had nothing to do with money. There was more than that between the two men.

Both of them looked like wolves thirsting for power and revenge. Both were swinging their fists toward the other, intending to knock the other out.

Through their fight, they showed their dominance. Unlike his opponent, Bullet Fists seemed to be in top form, with no trace of fatigue on his face.

His body was glistening with sweat, offering a vision forbidden to miners. At that moment, the notion of his gaze, fixed in yours, appeared in your memory. His dark brown eyes, piercing and deep, had sent shivers down your spine.

Once again, the camera captured his face as he stepped back, having struck his opponent in the jaw, knocking him down and giving him time to get up.

There was anger in his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and his tongue was poking the inside of his cheek. Your mysterious savior looked down at his opponent, a mocking smile on his lips. To provoke him, Bullet Fists waved his hand to approach him again. His lips moved, but the man on the ground could only hear what he said.

The words of the one who became your champion affected the man on the ground. Bazooka. You finally remembered his stage name. Tonight's fight was Bullet Fists - your mysterious savior - vs. Bazooka.

What a stupid name.

In a rage, Bazooka had stood up, and for the first time that night, he had managed to land a blow to Bullet Fists' face.

"Ouch, that must have hurt."

Unable to help yourself, you winced. You had flinched at the same time your master had received the blow. As a result, you almost spilled the contents of your drink on yourself.

"I see you finally chose your side." A male voice said next to you. "Glad you didn't go home."

The same guy from earlier had approached, a drink in his hand. He was probably taking a break while the customers were mesmerized by the show the two men were putting on.

"Curiosity was stronger than reason." You had answered him.

"Curiosity killed the cat." He had thrown you back.

"So what do you say?" You sipped your drink before answering him.

"I say Bullet Fists is not bad."

"Not bad?" He seemed falsely offended. "The guy's a god on earth." They would not have gone so far as to say that Bullet Fists was a god, but he was good. Only a blind person could not see that.

"Right now, he's just playing. He's capable of so much more. He'd take a bite out of Bazooka if he wanted to."

"Then why doesn't he?" You had asked him.

"For the show. Honestly, beautiful, look around." And so you do. You scan the room but see nothing special.

"All these people you see here either have a criminal record or are violent. What they want is a show, blood, and fighting." He explained.

"Women want to see strong, muscular, attractive men showing off their sweating bodies. They are adrenaline junkies, and seeing men display their ferocity in the ring excites them. It's sad, but these women are not very accessible."

"Okay. This is kinda of a turn-on. Does that make me a bad woman too?" You had asked him, wanting to know what kind of judgment he had about you.

"No, it doesn't. Your case is different. I understood earlier this evening that you came to the Den by pure chance or misfortune. You thought the Devil's Den was an ordinary bar and didn't know what was happening." He was right.

The cheers of the crowd had drawn your attention back to the ring. Bullet Fists had regained the upper hand over his opponent - though he had never lost it. But this time, he seemed determined to end this little game of cat and mouse.

A few well-placed punches were enough to knock his opponent out once and for all.

The crowd went wild. Most were happy to see their champion win the fight once again. As expected, some sore losers could not accept the defeat of their champion, especially the fact that they lost their money. Insults and boos came from all sides as Bullet Fists was officially declared the winner.

Bullet Fists stood proudly in the ring. He absorbed all the cheers from his fans and the boos from the losers. As if it satisfied him.

At the end of the fight, the fighters returned to the backstage area, the lights came back on, and the crowd slowly dispersed. They were still at the bar. Minjun, the bartender, kept you company; honestly, you still didn't want to go home. Strangely enough, you felt comfortable here, or Minjun was good company.

"Same as always, Jun." A deep tenor voice could be heard. Looking in the direction of the person, you had seen your champion, your mysterious savior, sitting on a stool next to yours.

Minjun had risen from his seat to stand behind the bar and prepare the drink of Bullet Fists.

"Same here." You had said to Minjun while you lifted your glass from the bar. Feeling a heavy gaze, you turned toward the man who had joined you. He had a raised eyebrow. Not wanting him to think that you were trying to get his attention, you had raised your hands in the air as a gesture of peace.

"Don't worry, I'll pay for my own drink." The man's gaze was still on you, making you uncomfortable. But you couldn't suppress your curiosity; you had to know what was happening in his head.

"I don't think so, miss. This is your seventh drink; this isn't juice you're drinking."

"Oh, come on. Jun," you had used the same nickname the other man had used to address the bartender. "One more drink, one less drink, won't make much difference."

"Fine." He had said simply. He had placed a drink in front of Bullet Fists before placing another in front of you. In your state, you couldn't distinguish between what looked like alcohol and what didn't.

"By the way, Jungkook, that was a hell of a fight tonight."

Jungkook. So that was his name. It was a nice name. It suited him well. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Your exclamation surprised the two men. "Apple juice. Seriously, Minjun? How old am I? Five?" The latter had done nothing but laugh at you.

"I'm warning you, I'm not paying for this shit. That's not what I ordered." You had made that clear.

"I said no more booze for you, missy." You'd clucked your tongue to show him your displeasure.

"Thank you, but I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone."

Now, it was Jungkook's turn to laugh. When he saw you, he knew that he had seen you somewhere when he was sitting on his stool. He remembered that you were the young woman he had helped last week.

"Excuse me, but do you have anything to add?" This time, it had been his turn to raise his hands in a sign of peace.

"Calm down, tigress. I'm not your enemy." This was the second time Jungkook had opened his mouth, and he was already irritating you. How could someone as beautiful as him be so irritating? It was borderline frustrating.

You got up from your chair to fight back, but it seemed your body wasn't ready for you to take the initiative. Your legs had given out before you could react and grab something. No wonder Minjun had said that you were on your seventh glass of Jägerbomb, and the alcohol was clouding your thoughts and motor skills.

Jungkook's reflexes, on the other hand, seemed sharper than anyone else's. He had you in his grip. He had you trapped in his embrace before you even had time to react to what was happening.

"I think it's time for you to go home, YN," Minjun said.

"But I don't want to go home. I'm fine here." You sulked and pulled your body away from Jungkook, who had tightened his grip around your waist when you almost fell over again.

"Shoo. I don't want to see you again tonight. Go home and rest. You can always come back another day, little one." Little one? Who did he think he was? He looked like he was not much older than you.

"How did you get here?" Jungkook had asked you.

"By car." You had answered after thinking for a few moments, forgetting how you had ended up at this place.

"Don't worry, Jun. Finish what you have to do. I'll take care of her." He spoke of you as if you weren't even there. He grabbed your things and took you in his arms like a bride before saying goodbye to his friend, who was still behind the bar.

You tried to protest, telling Jungkook that you weren't drunk and could walk without needing his or anyone else's help. This really pissed Jungkook off. Minjun, on the other hand, had said goodbye to you and laughed about your situation.

For Jungkook, the evening had taken a turn he had not expected. He had planned to have a quiet drink before going home and taking care of his wounds before spending a good night. Now, he found himself babysitting someone he didn't know.

All he knew about you was that you were new to the neighborhood, that your name was YN, and that you were good at getting yourself into trouble.

"What the hell did you get yourself into, Jungkook?" He said while you were passed out in his arms.

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miercolaes · 7 months

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comfort foods : ben & jerry's chocolate fudge ice cream, pasta with seafood, fish fingers

comfort drinks : latte with either salted caramel or irish cream syrup, sparkling water

comfort movies : hp but particularly the deathly hallows (streamed from illegal websites due to obvious reasons), dark knight, all spiderman movies (from tobey maguire to tom holland), a whisker away, venom

comfort shows : how i met your mother, big bang theory & young sheldon, modern family, boo bitch

comfort clothing : SNOODIES I FOUND IN PRIMARK, hoodies, leggings from cardio bunny (i can't figure out the material for the life of me but they're extremely comfy)

comfort books : dante's divine comedy i've been trying to finish for years, dickens' a christmas carol, coelho's alchemist and witch of portobello, silent witnesses by nigel mccrery (which was kindly given as a gift from a friend who heard me talk about serial killers and thought it'd be a great idea to give me a step by step guide on how to avoid getting caught)

comfort songs : crazy frog song (and i'd die on this hill because it gives me so much serotonin), mambo no. 5 by lou bega, a night like this by caro emerald, neffex's grateful, rise up from thefatrat & great spirit by armin van buuren

comfort games : among us, barbie horse adventure riding camp (yes i still have that one), league of legends (but with bots bc the community is insane at least in my region - i've got threats and i've seen people actually fighting irl over this game????), inside the backrooms, activity, (do escape rooms count???), alias, any card game

tagged by the besties @chromium-siren & @freakarus

tagging : @mercsandmonsters , @secretaryinlove , @chaoticjoke , @resurrectedfiles , @deathslays , @angelvoiced , @anunkindncss , @luposcainus , @havvkinsqueen , @wickedslip , @acceptedrisk , @araneorum , @arnieriley & if you come across this, you!

#♱ vero stfu.#i really tried to make this as short as possible and i still got carried away by the end

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localduffyx · 1 year

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PINKY PROMISE

part 2

masterlist

Pairing : Richie Krisch X GN!Reader

Warnings : mentions of alcohol, reader relapses, mentions of death, let me know if I missed any! proceed with caution!

PINKY PROMISE : NEONI feat. NEFFEX

Y/N POV

I'm just a cynic, can you give me a minute?

'Cause faith is hard to place

When you can fake everything you ever thought you could say

I looked down, at the sidewalk. I hid my bloodshot eyes with sunglasses. I thought I heard someone say my name, so I brushed it off.

Got trust issues, I'll admit it

Scar tissue to prevent the pain that waits

When I look away

"Y/N!" Richie said, making me turn around. "Why are you wearing them? Its not even bright out." Richie said, as I clenched my jaw.

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

Leave me in the cold, yeah

"But I thought, last night was movie night." I messed with the ends of my flannel.

I need honest to my coffin

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

"Yeah sorry something came up." I lied, but Richie of course knew I was lying.

Tear me up like vultures

I need honest

Tell me do you pinky promise?

He has known me long enough to know when I was lying.

Look, I've been through some fucking shit

So I'm over it, I'm about to split if you can't commit

I don't wanna see you promise, make your actions fit

I started to walk to my place, which wasn't far. "What came up?" Richie asked.

I can't trust that you'll be honest and I'm passionate

'Cause this dating culture, no one takes it serious

We all swiping 'til our standards are delirious

We all complain that there's no one out there to attract

I shrugged. "You never miss out on movie night, Y/N." I rolled my eyes, not visible to Richie.

But when we look in the mirror, would we date the person lookin back?

You entice the same energy your putting out

I got in my place, Richie following. "Take them off." I shook my head. "No."

So if your ready to commit maybe I wouldn't doubt

Don't wanna be a pessimist but I've been feeling down

'Cause I don't feel like anybody wants to grow up now

Richie clenched his jaw, before taking the glasses off. "Hey!" I said, as Richie saw my bloodshot eyes.

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

Leave me in the cold, yeah

Richie was silent. Too silent. "You happy now?" I said, before grabbing the sunglasses back. "I was worried, and you were out drinking!" Richie said in disbelief.

I need honest to my coffin

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

"3 years down the drain." Richie added. "Yeah, well if you knew why I was drinking you wouldn't blame me." I mumbled.

Tear me up like vultures

I need honest

Tell me (what I'll do) do you pinky promise?

"Y/N, you could've died!" Richie exclaimed, as I walked into the kitchen. "Would've been worth it." I said, grabbing a glass.

You get one chance, one opportunity

To make a first impression, so impress me and speak truthfully

I'll match ya energy if you don't wanna enemy then be friendly

"What about it would've been 'worth it' ?" Richie asked. "Someone close to me died." I said filling the glass with water.

And maybe we can mend some things

Our brain chemistry Is taking us to therapy

Our inequities are filling us with jealousy

So get the fuck off your phone when your next to me

"Come back to me when you're clean." Richie said, before walking out, slamming the front door in the process.

Let's have a real conversation about all the remedies

Anything but checking DM's for your next to-be

'Cause all this access is the true fucking enemy

A week past and I finally made it to a week without drinking. I texted Richie about it.

The grass is greener right? That should fix everything

But the issue is our damn insecurities (damn insecurities)

𝙃𝙚𝙮. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙪, 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙙. 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮? 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩'𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙. 𝙎𝙧𝙧𝙮.

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

Leave me in the cold, yeah

I waited, before he responded.

𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 :

Then he sent an address. I changed into (doesn't need to be this outfit)

I need honest to my coffin

Do you pinky promise you won't screw me over?

When I got there I was confused when I didn't see Richie. Then I saw him. I walked over to him, and have him a hug.

Tear me up like vultures

I need honest

Tell me do you pinky promise?

Then I felt something go in my stomach. I pulled away from the hug, and I looked at Richie before looking down at the knife in my stomach. "I-I thought we had a, Pinky promise.."

#scream movies #richie kirsch #richie kirsch x reader #scream imagine #scream 5 x reader #scream 5 #5cream #richie kirsch imagine #richie kirsch scream #neoni #Spotify

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katieboo13 · 1 year

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Everybody saying max is so Lana coded… out of the songs on my phone— here are the ones I feel are Max coded. Because let’s be real, it’s his world and we’re just living in it.

COFFIN—PLVTINUM

Slow Down— Chase Atlantic

Fuck It— New Medicine

Die Trying— New Medicine

Rumors— NEFFEX

parents— YUNGBLUD

Blood // Water— grandson

Sweet Talk— Poe the Passenger

23– Chayce Beckham

Act My Age— Hoodie Allen

Red Flags— Gomey, Xuitcasecity

Dangerous State of Mind— Chri$tian Gate$

Bleed— Connor Kauffman

Casual Sex— My Darkest Days

Cigarettes on Patios— BabyJake

Fast Car— Tracy Chapman

That is all… thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

#maxiel #formula 1 #max verstappen #he’s so boyfriend shaped #f1 #f1edit #f1 fanfic #if I could write songfics I would

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lordkingsmith · 4 months

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March lyric prompt list 2024

1. Girls get loose when they hear this song/Hundred on the dash get me close to God/We don't pray for love, we just pray for cars-star boy by The Weeknd

2. Ain't no problem when I'm the equation/Presence noted, observation/I'm not new here, reborn creation/Come and find me, sending location-The King’s Affirmation by Iniko

3. Living in devotion/It's always like the first time/Let me take a part-Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking

4. When all is clarity, the hate you gave to me/With all sincerity hurts like a disease/The wings that brought you here will take you far and near/But you will always be no angel to me-0% Angel by Mr. Kitty

5. I like digging holes/Hiding things inside them/When I grow old/I won't forget to find them-no roots by Alice Merton

6. Confusion that never stops/Closing walls and ticking clocks/Gonna come back and take you home/I could not stop that you now know/Singin' come out upon my seas/Cursed missed opportunities/Am I a part of the cure/Or am I part of the disease?-clocks by Coldplay

7. Oh, what a shame/Your spirit never left/Possessed me like a demon/Made them worship at your bed/Oh, yeah-supernatural by barns Courtney

8. It was dark and I was over/Until you kissed my lips and you saved me/My hands, they're strong/But my knees were far too weak/To stand in your arms/Without falling to your feet-set fire to the rain by Adele

9. I'm not a fan of puppeteers, but I've a nagging fear/Someone else is pulling at the strings/Something terrible is going down through the entire town/Wreaking anarchy, and all it brings/I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all/I curse the name, the one behind it all-Discord by The Living Tombstone

10. You're in the wind, I'm in the water/Nobody's son, nobody's daughter/Watching the chemtrails over the country club/Suburbia, The Brentwood Market/What to do next? Maybe we'll love it-chemtrails over the country club by Lana Del Rey

11. I can't sit back and wonder why/It took so long for this to die/And I hate it when you fake it/You can't hide it, you might as well embrace it-In Too Deep by Sum41

12. My God, my Tourniquet/Return to me salvation/My wounds cry for the grave/My soul cries for deliverance-Tourniquet by Evanescence

13. I can't live in a fairytale of lies./And I can't hide from the feeling/cause it's right./And I go faster and faster and faster and faster for love.-faster by within temptation

14. And it's my whole heart/While tried and tested, it's mine/And it's my whole heart/Trying to reach it out/And it's my whole heart/Burned but not buried this time/I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out-which witch by Florence and the machine

15. Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near/Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear/Isn't it lovely, all alone?/Heart made of glass, my mind of stone/Tear me to pieces, skin to bone/Hello, welcome home-Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid

16. Another late night, another crazy mood/And I didn't think twice what it would do to you/I was a wild child, you always knew it/It was a matter of time before I blew it-Karma by Brit Smith

17. Yeah I heard you look good in a sundress/I heard you look good when you're undressed/I heard you like to get away/I heard you like to stay out late/I heard you had a couple boyfriends/I heard they didn't treat you right/I heard you're hated by your girlfriends/‘Cause all the guys want you tonight, yeah-rumors by NEFFEX

18. Don't overthink this/Look in my eye/Don't be scared, don't be shy/Come on in, the water's fine/You say the ocean's rising like I give a shit/You say the whole world's ending, honey, it already did/You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried/Got it? Good, now get inside-all eyes on me by Bo Burnham

19. Deep in the dark, I don't need the light/There's a ghost inside me/It all belongs to the other side/We live, we love, we lie-the spectre by Alan Walker

20. The words you whisper are like a love letter/Give you my heart now, for worse or for better/But when the fall comes, will you remember?-sugar high by Scott frenzel

21. Hey, we're just two people trying to love/Oh but how, how can we love/With this wall between us, holding us back-if you were a woman and I was a man by Bonnie Tyler

22. You think you're ready, think you're ready/You're already giving up!/(Woah, who? Oh, woah)/You show me what you've got but you know it's not enough,/And you think this isn't fair,/'Cause you're ready but you're not prepared-scary movies by the home team

23. Mother looking at me/Tell me what do you see?/Yes, I've lost my mind/Daddy looking at me/Will I ever be free?/Have I crossed the line?-all the things she said by t.A.T.u.

24. All I want to do/Is be more like me/And be less like you/Can't you see that you're smothering me/Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?-numb by Linkin Park

25. So insecure, so uptight/I break my neck, to be polite/I cannot take your/whispering, your whispering-dance without you by Skylar Grey

26. I play within my head/Touch my own skin/And hope that I'm still breathin'/And I think back to when/My brother and my sister slept/In an unlocked place/The only time I feel safe-lights by Ellie Goulding

27. Strawberries on a summer evenin'/Baby, you're the end of June/I want your belly and that summer feelin'/Getting washed away in you/Breathe me in, breathe me out/I don't know if I could ever go without-watermelon sugar high by Harry Styles

28. I see a ship in the harbor/I can and shall obey/But if it wasn't for your misfortune/I'd be a heavenly person today-blue Monday by new order

29. Big surprise you're not welcoming/Cause your cliques got cliques/And they don't pick me/No worries I don't want to be/A part of your A team/I came to make a scene cause/Who died and made you king/Nobody-I’m not sorry by NEONI

30. I'm on a cliff, should I enjoy the view/Or fear the fall?/Looking around I breathe in it all/Isn't it funny how things can change/Oh funny how things can change/Oh isn't it funny how/My heaven became my hell-my heaven became…by unlike Pluto

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skyechild · 1 year

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Wont let go

𖤐 pairing: Hyunjin x reader

𖤐 genre: angst :D

𖤐 warnings: just angst

𖤐 wc: 1.5k

𖤐 summary: You cant let go...

𖤐 notes: this hurt me writing, like i actually teared up. this is inspired but Till I Let Go by NEFFEX

𖤐 network and tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky / @stravvberrymilksan /

You stare at the little flowers in your hand, sitting on the wet grass infront of a pile of rocks. Your gaze turns up towards the sky, smiling weakly as the clouds opened up and the rain drenched everything, mixing with the tears on your cheeks. “Is this you telling me not to cry?” Eyes closed as you pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes. “You always hated it when i cried. Especially if it was over you.” You choked on a watery laugh, placing the sad bundle of flowers next to the rocks.

“I cant move on Jin, i cant move on cause i cant let go. I just-” You looked down at the pile of rocks, the clearing in front of you filled with soft pink tulips. “You always said that we would live forever. But now...” You bit your lip, eyes burning. “Now you arent...here...” You let out a heart wrenching cry, covering your face. “Your jokes you pulled on everyone.” You sobbed, adjusting to lay down, facing the sky.

“The pain makes it real, i dont want to feel...i just wanna kill the bad thoughts and steal a good thought.” You whispered, smiling at the faint feeling of a brush against your cheek. “I hate feeling broken.” You clenched your fists. “I drown in our memories, Hyunjin. I wonder if you can hear me.”

“I feel so lost, im never at home. This is the first time ive been out in two weeks.” You smiled softly. “You always were such a good listener.” You giggled wetly, watching the sky get darker. “What i just lay here with you?” You turned onto your side, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. “Just for tonight. We can stargaze together? Sounds good right?” You smiled, bringing your legs up to your chest and playing with the ring on your finger. “You promised we would get married...you remember that right?” You smile softly.

“Jisung and Felix have been trying to talk to me, trying to get me out of the house. The bed still smells like you...” You whisper, stroking the wet grass . “Ive been wearing your clothes.” You thumbed the stem of a flower. “You would be nagging at me to take care of myself...dont worry ive been trying. I’ve been eating and taking showers.” You breathed deeply. “But i spend most of my time in our bed, surfing through memories. The ones we have on our phones and on the computer.”

You cried softly. “I just...i miss you so much Hyunjin.” You hiccupped, gripping a patch of grass. “Im never going to let go.” You sniffled. “Im not going to move on.” You sobbed, curling into yourself. “I knows its not healthy but I made you a promise. You made it to. Its us against the world. Us forever.” You smiled. “I just wish you wouldve opened your eyes. Let me hear your voice and your laugh. Hold your hand and hug you.” You cried softly, resting your head on the grass.

“I just want to see you again...” You whimpered, closing your eyes. “I need time to heal...” You whispered, gripping your chest. “Hyunjin...” You choked out his name. “I hope they dont take me away from you again...i wouldnt be able to take it. Chris will probably come though. He seems to know where i am all the time.” You joked through tears.

“Remember when we went on that Ferris wheel? I was so scared and you thought rocking it would be funny?” You chuckled, sniffling. “We had our first kiss there...its also where you said you wanted to propose.” You smiled. “Since we had so many memories there.”

“I cant forget how you some how lost me that day. im not even that much shorter then you. But you found me, like you always do.” You hiccupped softly. “Remember when we took that trip to Australia?” You smiled, giggling at the memory. “You got so scared when we went to the rescue sanctuary. All the dingos and the roos.” You sighed. “Of all the animals, you got scared of the Tasmanian devils.” You chuckled. “I can imagine your whine to that.” You let your clothes soak in the water, leaving you soaked in the clearing you and Hyunjin had claimed as yours.

“I would have done anything to keep you here. To keep you with me and alive.” You whispered, already hearing the sound of tires on gravel. “After you, its always Chris that would find me. I can hear him now y’know?” You chuckled lightly. “Hes almost here, they probably got into my apartment since i wasnt answering the door. You gave him an extra key remember.” You wiped your nose on your wet sleeve. “Why did you leave me.” You whispered, shifting to curl around the pile of rocks. “I know you wouldnt hang out at your grave, you said you would always be here, roam around in this clearing.”

You heard the tires get closer. “I can feel you around sometimes.” You looked through the tulips. “Barely there touches, a could pressure on my cheek.” You smiled. “You never did leave me, just physically. Youre here with me.” You heard the car stop a bit away, not wanting to ruin any of the flowers. “Chris is here now. He is probably coming to get me.” You touched one of the rocks, stroking the smooth surface. “I hate emotions my love. Why did you leave me with these?” You could hear Chris’ steps coming closer.

You sighed, closing your eyes and taking a breath. “I guess he wont let us stargaze huh.” It was still pouring rain and you could barely hear your last words through the rain. “Probably going to storm tonight.” You whispered, not wanting to leave your place as you heard the squish of Chris’ shoes against the wet grass.

“I knew id find you here.” You could barely hear Chris over the rain. He came and kneeled next to you. “Lets go home Y/n.” You shook your head. “This is my home, hes my home Chris....ill never be home again.” You murmured and the rain started to let up. “He wouldnt want you to get sick.” You stayed quiet. “Youve been gone for a few hours....the others are worried.” He spoke, placing a warm hand on your head. “I cant even see his parents Chris.” You cried softly. “He looks just like them and my heart hurts everytime.” He nodded, stroking your head. “How about we come back tomorrow ok?” You shake your head.

“Baby i hate to say it but...i dont trust you alone...” You sniffled. “I know you miss him love. “Im not going to move on from him. Or let go of him.” You whispered. “I dont want anyone else.” Chris sighed. “I know love, and i can reassure you that he knows too. But we have to go, youve been out here too long and i know youre going to get sick. Meaning the kids are going to come and baby you.” You smiled slightly before moving and slowly getting up. “Take a warm shower then change into warm clothes. Felix and Jisung are already there, Felix is probably stress baking. Jisung is probably slowly losing it.”

You nodding, letting him help you up as your legs wobbled. “Chris?” He hummed, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you up. “Why did he leave me?” He smiled sadly. “Love, he didnt do it on purpose. He was just driving.” You shook your head. “Why did i survive and not die with him?” Chris shook his head, getting you into the car and turning it on, letting the air slowly warm you up. You stared out the window, jolting when a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Chris smiled as he starts to drive you both back to your house, your eyes watching the clearing til you could no longer keep it in eyesight. You stared out the window, quiet.

Thats the most you had talked to someone since the time Hyunjin left your side. Radio silence is what everyone had been getting from you since it happened. You stayed in your seat once he pulled up to your house. “We are home.” You shook your head. Its not home if Hyunjin isnt here. He smiled faintly before coming over to help you out as your front door swung open. His head snapped over to the door, giving them a look. They stopped in their spot, watching as he led you into the house. “Go shower, change too and we will be here.” You turned your gaze to Jisung and Felix. “Can you guys stay?” They nodded rapidly.

You looked back at Chris then towards the others. “Can one of you...stand by the door while i shower? I dont...I dont like how quiet it is now.” Chris nodded. “Ill be right behind you.”

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