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Title: Metallic Finale

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

Summary: so the idea for the entire finale was from this evil critter:
The idea of Metallic was born from the very request of MC going to a platonic ride with Zen and to this request here regarding a convo Jumin and Zen had that goes, “If something happens to me, protect her for me.”

a/n❗️ have fun reading, everyone!! this is the fin of Metallic!
for those who have messaged me throughout the course of the story and took their time to show support, thank you so much!
we’ve now reached the end! but the end does not always mean that it’s going to be gone. sometimes, it’s the start of a new beginning.
i love all of you! you know who you are guys. anon or not, unanswered messages or not, i treasure you all. it was an interesting roller coaster ride. thank you for everyone who rode with me throughout. pls never forget that ♡
see you guys on my next fanfic project: Frostbite.

after story/epilogue will follow.

Part 11.

Disclaimer❗️ this prompt is based on days 7 - 9 of Jumin’s route but i took it from there. fic might contain themes that is not suitable for some audiences.
you’ve been warned!

update mentions❗️
@the-sloth-woman ;; @yuri-luciel ;; @ell3nj0y ;; @yoruwasu ;; @jetblckcrow ;; @thewibblywobblyfamilybusiness ;; @brightandkawaii​ ;; @directorjumin​ ;; @ihavenotfallenyet​ ;; @a-rattling-skeleton​ ;;

❝ My heart is running on empty
One more day and then we go
Yeah, the time goes on now
Don't ask me how
I don't know
We'll be home tomorrow
But a thousand miles too far away
Say you won't forget and I'll be okay

At least tonight
It's just you and me and honestly
That's everything I need

I don't wanna fall out
But we're all out of time
(Is this over?)(Don't want an ending)
In one day
No way you'll be mine
(Is this over?)(Don't want an ending) Tonight's the countdown
'Til the day we're not around
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
And you're gone
And we're on with our lives
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
No, don't want an ending ❞

“Jump!”
You heard him shout from 2 floors below, his arms wide open, anticipating your fall. You thought twice regarding this as you pondered whether you’d be able to land towards his arms perfectly. You highly doubted whether it’s a safe alternative since it is high above ground and you know that the speed versus pull of gravity while falling might cause fatal results.
But his eyes looked at you as if what he’s telling you to do was the easiest thing on earth.

His face showed no second-thoughts. He looked so sure that he’d be able to catch you despite the circumstances. What if you land on the wrong foot? What if you’re going to break one of his bones as he catch you? What if you both are going to be hurt? You debated whether you’d be able to successfully orchestrate the fall. You couldn’t predict where you’d be able to land or whether he’d be able to successfully catch you in his arms. You were a nervous wreck since you’re on the second floor and the building was pretty high itself.

You shook your head as you swallowed hard, your heart beating like crazy against your chest when you heard the growing commotion inside the room. You can hear Seven’s distress as Yoosung grunted in pain when he was forced to the ground, his shoulder hitting something hard.
You wanted to badly help them.
But you knew it’ll put their efforts in vain if you interject now.

“Jump!” You heard Seven’s voice thundered as he tried to stand up. Your kidnapper stared at you with the coldest of smiles but what puzzled you is why he left Yoosung and Seven alone and dashed out of the room instead. You were jerked out of your reverie when you heard Seven speak again as he draped Yoosung’s arms around his shoulders to aid him in standing up.
“Jump, MC. Jumin and Zen are downstairs. We’ll follow you there. Go now!”

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anonymous asked:

After a night of drinking with some friends, this girl and I escaped to a quieter place. We sat and cuddled and listened to music. We started making out and feeling each other up. She said she really needed to have sex, but I wasn't sure cuz I was still a virgin. After 5 minutes, she said "fuck it, lets have dirty bathroom sex". She pulled me into a single bathroom, undressed me, and rode me. And that's how lost my virginity (this was last week)

Lost Our Way - Jungkook

title ; Lost Our Way

pairing ; Jungkook x OC

genre ; 25% sour love + 75% sweet love

word count ; 1.5K

a/n ; this wasn’t really inspired by their song, this was inspired by what happened to me yesterday when i rode the wrong train twice, but either ways ‘lost’ would be a really great bgm while reading this. anyhow, this is requested by my soulmate, fiona. i hope this was okay, i really can’t write fluff without a glimpse of despair.




his long legs stretched wider than she could ever do. his legs can skip up to four steps of the stairs while.. she could barely skip two. his movements were even more rapid, she couldn’t speed up any much longer. there was no use running anyways. it was just too late.

when they got to the other side, the train moved along and left. he squeezed his temples effortfully and let out a loud sigh, making her feel a lump grow in her throat. “we weren’t fast enough,” he said as he turned around, his chest heaving heavy breaths. she was limping her way to him. it struck in his mind that she probably tripped while running,but his guts didn’t manage nor convince himself to ask what was wrong.

her, on the other side, felt like shit. if only she could parkour her way to the other side, or at least have longer legs, they would have gotten on that train. if she was able to run faster, they could have been on their way home. everything is just filled with ifs. she wanted to sigh, but she knew it was her fault. there was no place for someone at fault to puff out a sigh.

she trudged her heavy steps to the bench, feeling a pool of tears well up in her eyes and threatening to fall. but she couldn’t cry in front of him. she can’t cry.

as soon as she walked pass him, she bit her bottom lip to transfer the pain that was overwhelming inside her chest. she walked with her back facing him, the beads of hot tears fall slowly as if it was caressing her cheek. it seemed hard for her, she felt guilty for it. extremely blameworthy.

she slumped on the bench and avoided any contact with him, she didn’t even want to hear him breathe around her.

“i can’t believe you said that was the right train..” he said as he sat on the other end of the bench, he knew she was crying and he knew she thought he didn’t, he acted as if he had no clue. “i was right all along.”

she didn’t understand why he was being a dick at a time where she just wants him to wrap his muscular and long arms around her. he was supposed to put her on his lap and cradle her like a little baby, not being all salty and judgemental. the tears didn’t stop coming down, and a sob hitched at the back of her throat, making her feel a tiny desire to throw up.

he looked over at her, feeling his heart break while watching her cry like that, watching her trying to control her tears so it didn’t seem overly dramatic. he truly didn’t care about how dramatic she is, because it’s her. nothing is annoying whenever it’s her.

he turned his head halfway and looked at the LED lighting panel that displayed the updates about the train. “the next train will arrive in seven minutes.” he smiled. the train station was empty, only a few people at the other side and them. he scooted closer to her, holding her waist and gently pulling her closer.

his presence near her made her feel even more culpable, but also made her feel safe. she wanted to snuggle onto him so badly, but something pulled her back. a strange magnetic force, maybe gravity played games, it was something that she didn’t know. she was sure her mind and heart had the same desire, her body just didn’t move.

“are you tired?” he asked. his voice was so gentle and light, it was like a feather.. like a petal.

she wiped her eyes with her sleeves. the near end of her sleeve had a dried crust, probably it’s her own snot.

she nodded a few small movements, answering his question and making him chuckle. his hand that cupped her waist trailed to her head and lightly pushed it onto his shoulder. he kissed her hair for a long moment before resting his chin on her head. “now, aren’t you going to tell me why you’re crying?”

“i’m tired,” she whispered softly.

“and you think i’m going to believe that?” he fell on his knees and knelt down in front of her. for some reason, her hands landed in his, and his thumbs where rubbing simple shapes on the back of her palm. “tell me. tell me what made my sweetheart cry like this.”

she replied with silence. her eyes roamed across the empty railway that a few meters from them before linking eye contact with his eyes. “by chance, is it about me? did i hurt you?” he asked with a voice full of concern. his eyes filled with gentle worry, he was clearly afraid of the truth.

“no, jungkook..” she started. “maybe yes, but no. i am just tired, and that the train still has like five minutes to arrive.”

“sweetheart..”

“i.. i just feel so guilty. i thought we were going the right way but i made a mistake again, like how i did this morning. i was confident, but i was wrong. i live here all my life, i should know better about the paths here compared to you. but it’s just that i’m not familliar with trains, i don’t even know we had to make two stops.”

he knew she wasn’t done yet, but he didn’t interrupt. he remained staring in her eyes that started to pool up in tears again. his slender fingers pressed her cold hands in his warm palms. his thumbs were still comforting her.

“and now it’s almost midnight, we have been out more than fifteen hours. you must be exhausted, your back probably hurts. your shoulders probably are weighed. your hands must be sore by holding all the bags. i tried to carry them for you, but you won’t let me. you never do. i’m tired of wondering how tired you are. you probably would dump me as soon as we get back, you probably would never go out with me anymore. you’d be done with me and i'll—”

“okay, now you’re being ridiculous,” he chuckled. god he sounds so handsome when he laughs like that. it makes her fall in love with him again, all over again. it sounds dreamy, like how a teenage girl dreams about dating the hottest guy in school. the only difference is, this guy is already hers. jeon jungkook is her other half already.

“first of all, i don’t care if we go on the wrong train. i don’t even care if we overshoot this stop. i don’t care if we reach the end of the road, and have to go through twenty stops to get home. this is cliché, but at least i’m spending my wasted time with you. i’m using the unused moments, not empty-handed because i am holding your hands, and i achieve more precious and memorable memories with you. i’m breathing the cold air, in sync with you, and i’m happy with that.”

her waterline couldn’t restrain the tears from falling anymore, so she just let it go. her cheeks were getting soaked again, and none of them bothered to wipe them off. and so he continued.

“my back isn’t sore, because you constantly touch me. my shoulders aren’t heavy, because you often lay your head on them. my hands aren’t sore, because they have your beautiful hands glued to it. and you’re right, i would never let you hold the bags. i would even carry a twenty ton dumbbell without needing you to help, just so you can walk freely. i just like it that way.”

“jungkook..”

“and why did you mention about me dumping you?”

“jungkook, it's—”

“i would never,” he scooted himself closer to her face. “ever,” she didn’t move a single bit. “ever,” they moved closer to the point they can’t see each other’s eyes anymore. their foreheads touched, their noses brushed against each other’s, their hands are all over the place. “leave you.”

their lips touched, it felt soft, like the skin of a peach. they moved in sync, feeling each other complete one another. the kiss was gentle, but needed. she needed this kiss, she needed it to cure the open cut of culpability in her heart. they needed this kiss to forget the bad things that just happened.

as they pulled away, the train came. they locked eye contact and giggled at nothing.

“somehow i’m glad we didn’t reach the end of the railway, i want to get home fast,” he said.

“and why is that?” he laughed and scratched his nape. “jungkook wants to cuddle with his cute and fluffy girlfriend in bed,” he pouted. 



A veces llego a medir el nivel de encanto de tu voz
a sentirlo como una pulsación
a veces tengo profundas ganas de seguirte con la mirada
de verte a través del filo de una sonrisa
de observar tus manos mientras hablas
Quiero esconderme detrás de tus versos
                                            de tus besos
quiero que me rodees con tus brazos
y quedarme ahí mientras me hablas al oído
tan bajito 
que nuestras tensiones bajen
y nos fundamos en un suspiro.

 

Opposites Attract AUs

- “you’re a metal guitarist and I’m a classical violinist and due to scheduling errors we have to share the practice room at school” au
- “I hate poetry and you keep writing love poems for me” au
- “we both rode as singles on this giant roller coaster and I didn’t realize how afraid of heights I really was and you don’t seem scared so please let me hold your hand for emotional support” au
- “my photography project is due tomorrow and I know you don’t like to have your photo taken but I need a model now” au
- “you’re a sports jock and I’m a bookworm and it looks like we got partnered up for a project worth half of our grade” au
- “I’m a morning person and you’re a night person” au
- “I can hear your heavy metal music from upstairs and I can’t hear my classical music over top of it” au

  • More Than Just Survive
  • Lila
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As a tribute to Lexa and Clexa and the fact that they’re soulmates I wrote a song centering around that, the focus being on Lexark from Elyza Lex’s perspective to Alicia Clark. 

Sorry, I don’t have a better mic atm and I’m not good with editing, so yeah I would appreciate any suggestions or tips from other musicians who are more versed in recording stuff than me. :P Please reblog and I’ll love you foreverrr! Well, I already do. *HUGS CLEXAKRU*

Lyrics:

I rode for miles and miles alone like the dead
Keeping watch on the road
Just in search of a bed

I saw you sitting on the roof by yourself
Keeping watch of the stars
Looking out for someone else

I don’t know you
But I know you somewhere
Some place in some time
Some age in some life

You don’t know me
But you knew me before
In our hearts
In our eyes
Is the earth
And the sky

Will you come with me
There’s room on my bike
We can fend for our lives
We can try to survive

When it’s dark
We can be each other’s light
Rembering that life
Means more than just survive

I don’t know you
But I know you somewhere
Some place in some time
Some age in some life

You don’t know me
But you knew me before
And you’ll meet me again
You said death is not the end

The living are hungry but so are the dead
It takes more than a feast to keep us fed
I’ve been waiting to feed this spirit
It’s awakened now that you’re near it

This is not the first time
I won’t let it be the last time
All we have now is time x2
Let’s make the best of this time

A hunger aches
For something more than to fight
More than stay alive
More than just survive

Would you believe me
If I said that we are old
That we know each other’s souls
That you are mine and I am yours

I don’t know you
But I know you somewhere
Some place in some time
Some age in some life

You don’t know me
But you knew me before
And you’ll know me again
Oh this is not the end

Would you believe me
If I said that we are old
That we know each other’s souls
That you are mine and I am yours

  • Loretta Bell: How'd you sleep?
  • Ed Tom Bell: I don't know. Had dreams.
  • Loretta Bell: Well you got time for 'em now. Anythin' interesting?
  • Ed Tom Bell: They always is to the party concerned.
  • Loretta Bell: Ed Tom, I'll be polite.
  • Ed Tom Bell: Alright then. Two of 'em. Both had my father in 'em . It's peculiar. I'm older now then he ever was by twenty years. So in a sense he's the younger man. Anyway, first one I don't remember too well but it was about meeting him in town somewhere, he's gonna give me some money. I think I lost it. The second one, it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin' through the mountains of a night. Goin' through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin'. Never said nothin' goin' by. He just rode on past... and he had his blanket wrapped around him and his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin' fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. 'Bout the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin' on ahead and he was fixin' to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold, and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up...
Exhilaration- Ryoumarx

A sort of sinful fic that was heavily inspired by this lovely fanart. (they are the best ryoumarx artist go follow them)


Ryoma would never understand how Nohrians could wear such tight clothing, and so much of it, too. 

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Chapter Ninety-three

First of all a Happy new year to all you guys and that the year may bring all that you wish for. 

We drove into the underground airport as we arrived at my old apartment. “you want to take Nathan with us or not?” Harry asked, looking at me as we rode up the elevator. “I guess we could.” I shrugged my shoulders. “You want to take him with us?” I asked, turning my head at him. “Wil we be able to keep him here that is the question?” Harry chuckled.

“fair question.” I chuckled. “I can drive one of the two cars.” I nodded my head. I unlocked the door and walked in to  a full house, even Mark, Rina and his kids were here, I guessed they were more here than at their own place.

“What’s this? Full house?” I asked, it was already 5.30 the lunch at tea of our engagement having run out and me having arrived late wanted to stay a bit longer out of respect. “you could say that?” Daphne chuckled, swinging a pot around and putting it on the table, shaking my head in amusement at the scene. “Autie Liv, Uncle Harry;” Charlotte yelled from behind us. “hey sweetie.” Harry said, picking her up and throwing her in the air a couple of times.

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