did i say hot

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Dorm Mates AU
  • Harry and Ron were SUPPOSED to be roommates but Ron fucked up and forgot to request him
  • On move in day Harry bumps into this asshole who’s bitching about someone touching his “imported scarves”
  • Harry doesn’t have a lot to unpack so he’s already set up when that same asshole barges into the room. He doesn’t even notice Harry as he orders the poor volunteers around, telling them how to set up and “that doesn’t go THERE what are you, an animal???”
  • When the storm clears Harry just stands there blinking as Draco finally notices him. He offers him his hand to shake with his signature “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And you are…?”
  • Harry reluctantly takes it. “… Harry Potter”
  • Throughout the school year they’re very short with each other, usually hanging out with other groups. They still respect each others rules and lifestyles within the dorm, but rarely ever talk.
  • One night, late into the year, Draco comes in shit faced drunk while Harry is studying.
  • He starts crawling all over Harry on the bed and ends up laying in his lap talking about how everyone wants to be friends with him because of his father and how sometimes he doesn’t even like the people he hangs out with and stuff like that
  • After his long rant they just kinda sit there and suddenly Draco looks up like “You’re really hot you know that? Like suuuper hot. That’s why all those girls are after you. But you’re so stupid you don’t even realize it. Honestly.”
  • He kinda goes on about how hot Harry is and how sometimes he wants to make out with his stupid face and how the way his expressions are on a day to day basis is practically killing him but then Draco starts falling asleep mid-rant and just passes out on Harry’s lap.
  • Harry just sits there in stunned silence before sliding out from under Draco and going to Rons to spend the night
  • Draco wakes up feeling horrible and he doesn’t remember a lot from the night before. When he sees he’s on Harry’s bed and Harry is gone he starts panicking like “fuck fuck FUCK what did I do??”
  • Later that night Harry comes back and they exchange awkward “heys” before Draco gets all formal saying he’s sorry if he said anything out of term or caused any trouble
  • Harry just laughs like “you’re fine its cute the way you act when you’re drunk”
  • Draco is internally screaming at "cute” but he’s like “nevertheless I should not have imposed you-”
  • Harry interrupts him like “dude enough you don’t have to act so up tight with me I’m not gonna judge you”
  • And after a bunch of back and forth they’re suddenly criss crossed on the floor talking about their stupid aunt and uncle or how strict their houses are and they’re up talking until 2AM and somehow Draco ends up in Harry’s lap again ranting away and Harry is playing with his hair, only stopping when he agrees with something (“RIGHT?? How stupid is that???”)
  • There’s a small pause as they catch their breath and wind down a bit
  • Draco closes his eyes while Harry combs through his bangs before asking “So last night I just ranted about my friends at you?”
  • Harry chuckled and makes a mysterious comment like “among other things”
  • “Like what?” Draco is sweating now oh god what did I say to this beautiful boy
  • “Apparently I’m hot and I don’t even realize it”
  • Draco’s hands are on his face because he’s beet fucking red and Harry is laughing trying to pry them away
  • “don’t worry, don’t worry! I thought it was cute-” “don’t make fun of me!” “I’m not! Really! It was adorable! To be honest, I think everything you do is adorable” “OOHMYGOD PLEASE STOP”
  • and they both act like total fucking dorks until Harry manages to get Draco’s hands out of his face and plants a weird upside down kiss on his lips
  • Harry half-expects him to get embarrassed, but after a beat Draco’s pulling Harry back down with messy kisses and reposition’s himself so he’s straddling Harry’s lap
  • They’re wrapped around each other, Draco holding himself up so he can curve Harry’s head back and force his mouth open
  • Harry’s clawing at his back, about to slide his hands down to grab Draco’s hips when there’s a loud knock on the door (“are you fucking kidding me” goes through both their minds)
  • Ron’s coming from a party, drunk, trying to get Harry to go with him. Harry just takes Ron back to his dorm instead.
  • He expects Draco to be asleep when he gets back, which he is.
  • But on Harry’s bed.
  • Deliberately leaving space for Harry.
  • For the rest of the year they switch off on cuddling and making out with each other on different beds. Ron finds out at the end of the year and is more upset about how he could have half-dormed with them since they had an extra bed than the fact they were secretly dating all that time.

I think I’m in love with muggle AU’s of drarry. Also, make out scenes are my life. Fight me.

Eight years

A/N- Hey! So I’m finally finished all my exams, thank baby Jesus!! Anyway, I’ve been playing around with this for a while. And I’m excited to show this to you all. There will definitely be a part two for this. 

Hope y’all enjoy! 

Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~

Originally posted by cuteguk


You got up and did your daily routine, have a shower, eat breakfast and go to work. You loved your job. You worked really heard and it payed off, you were now the CEO’S right hand man in Kim’s industries. Seokjin your boss and close friend, was taking a step back. He was doing so in order to spend more time with his growing family. You were said cause he was a really good friend of yours, and the thought of working with someone who wasn’t him scared you. What if the new CEO didn’t like you? What if you didn’t like him? So many questions and it wasn’t even nine o’clock in the morning. 

You got in to the lift and pressed the number of the floor you worked on. There was a soft melody playing in the back ground, the doors began to close. Suddenly someone stuck there arm in between the closing doors, stopping them from closing and re-opening them. It was a man. He was a masterpiece, he looked like he just walked out of a Calvin Klein ad. He was wearing a black tailored suit, which was obvious because it fit him like a glove.His hair was jet black, swept to the side to show off his fore head. He reminded you of someone, you just couldn’t pin point it. He stopped and stared at you for a moment. You moved a side to let him in. He walked past you and leaned up against the railing. You could fell him staring at you. You felt hot under his gaze. You felt arms snake around your waist. His arms. The beautiful man holding close against his hard chest. You could stay like that forever, but who was he and why did he want to cuddle in the lift?

“E-excuse me, Sir. But I think this is really inappropriate, could you please let me go.” You were a little shaky, you didn’t know who he was. But you could stay in his arms like that forever. Was he going to offer you sex? Like you’d consider it, he was really good looking and you’d say he’d be like a god between the sheets. Y’know what sayin. He chuckled, it was like music in your ears. 

“Really, Y/N/N (Your nick name)? You don’t remember me? He rested his chin on your shoulder, he was pouting. You’d know that pout anywhere. 

“Jeon Jungkook, you’ve turned into such a man.” You turn around his arms, wrapping yours around his neck and giving him a tight squeeze. 

“Handsome, I know right?” He smirked down at you. 

“I think fucking hot. OH MY GOD! Did I just say that out loud.” You try to pull back from him, to embarrassed. But he just pulled you tighter against him, his hands trailing lower down your back. He lowered his face down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck. 

“I think your fucking hot, too.” He whispered in your ear. 

*Flash back* - 

You met Jungkook when you were eight. You became friends pretty fast, never staying a part for too long. It was when Jungkook got his girlfriend that you realised you had feelings for him. As the years went by you understood that Jungkook would never look at you in that way. But why did he have to be so big on skin ship. He may look all innocent and shy, but no, not at all. He was a clingy motherfucker. He was big into cuddling, holding hands, a lot of times his hands would slip onto your ass and he would feel it up. Not that you minded, but you never really thought anything of it, because he was also always touching Jimins ass too. But it’s glories so who wouldn’t. 

The last time you saw Jungkook was at the end of year party, at graduation. He told you he was going to get both of you drinks and to stay right there. When it was hour later and he still wasn’t back, you went to look for him. He was basically fucking the girl that you hated most in the world, she called you nasty names and told you that you would never be good enough for the likes of jungkook. What a bitch. She was the definition of bitch. But your 17 year old little heart broke at the sight, and you ran away. The next day Jungkook texted you, but you didn’t reply. He called, you didn’t answer. He saw you walking down the street home, but you walked faster and pretended not to hear him. Jungkook was a great friend, but you could no longer hold it in. You had to let him go, even if that meant your friendship was ruined. It had to stop. 

*End of flash back*-  

“So how have you been?” He asked. You were relived he wasn’t bringing up the past. 

“I’m good, you?” He smirked, leaning down to your ear again. Does he know what hes doing to you right now? 

“I’m great, now that I’ve seen you.” He whispers. Your breathing hitched in your throat. He smirked…. little cunt. The lift opens, you pull apart from him. 

“It was good seeing you, Kook!” The old nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. He smiled bright, you missed it. 

“Oh, I think you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.” He leans back against the railing, smirking. The doors slowly close. 


You get to your office and sit back in your chair with a sigh of relief. Why did he have to be so good looking. Your heart was pounding and that was eight years ago that you were in love with him. You can’t still have those feelings, right? Right. 

A knock came to your door, and in pops Seokjins old assistant. 

“Miss Y/N, the new CEO is here. There will be a meeting in five minutes up stairs, in the conference room.” She informs you. 

“Okay, thank you.” You sigh taking off your coat and making your way to the board room. You take your seat next to your friend Namjoon. You chat to him till the meeting starts. You were anxious to see whom the new CEO will be. The man you’ll be spending a lot of time with. 

“All right everyone, settle down.” The room comes to silence, the door opens. Your looking at your schedule for today. Someone clears there throat. You look up. 

“Good morning, I’m Jeon Jungkook, the new CEO of Kim industries.” Your gobsmacked. No fucking way. This can’t be happening! He can’t be the new CEO. The meeting starts and everyone is in awe with Jungkook. Where as you are counting down the seconds till you can leave. And you thought work was a great place to be…. 


When the meeting finally ends, you  practically run back to your office. You want to try. You lay your head on your desk. You heard a faint knock at your door. “Come in.” You shout, not lifting your head from the table.

“Wow, your office has a great view!” You shut your eyes tight hearing his voice. He was no where for eight years, when you longed for him. And now he’s everywhere. You straighten yourself up. 

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr Jeon?” His smile fades at your words. 

“Y/N, you don’t have be so formal with me. We used to be so close.” He smiles taking a seat in front of you. 

“That’s true, but I’d rather if we kept this a professional relationship.” You give him a light smile. 

“And we will. But before that, I want you to answer a few questions for me.” Your heart starts to pound. Why is this happening to you? Why did the world hate you? 

“Okay.. go ahead.” You play with your fingers, a nervous habit. Jungkook smirks at it. 

“Why did you stop talking to me eight years ago?” You sigh. 

“Do you want the truth or the easy white lie?” 

“The truth would be preferred.” You take a deep breath. 

“Okay, well.. I was in love with you.” You laugh. “I am, I saw you making out with that fucking cunt that I hated, and it broke my heart. I didn’t want to put myself through pretending that I was okay with it, when I obviously wasn’t. So when you called and text I ignored them, and eventually you stopped. I never wanted you to know, so I stopped talking to you.” You sigh, it was nice getting that out after all those years. 

“Did the boys know?” You finally meet his gaze. 

“Just Yoongi and Jimin.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Things could of been different.” He states. 

“I told you I didn’t want you to know. I was afraid it would ruin our friendship, with my one sided love.” You giggle. “It did anyway.” You laugh again, not really knowing why. 

“Y/N, things would have been, could be different, because I-” Jungkook sentence gets cut short as your assistant comes in. 

“Miss Y/N, Mr Lee is here.” You sigh. 

“Already?” You get up smoothing out your skirt. “I’m sorry, Mr Jeon. But I have work to do.” You grab Mr Lee’s file and leave Jungkook in your office. 

“I love you, too.” Jungkook sighs. 


A/N- So message me if you want a part two. I’m quite happy with this. Hope you all enjoyed. Thank you from reading and for reaching 200 followers!! I love you all, thank you xx 

-Admin Abe x 

BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; Jungkook Version

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Word Count: 1,179

“Y/N! C'mon, hurry up! You move like an old lady!” Jungkook whined as you slowly got out of your car, checking and making sure that you had everything that you needed.

“Jungkook, the fair isn’t going anywhere.” you teased like a mother would to her child. Jungkook held open your door impatiently, hopping slightly from excitement. When your butt was finally out of the car, Jungkook slammed the door shut, grabbed your hand, and dragged you off to the entrance of the fair with a large smile on his face.

“I know, but I wanna go and spend as much time with you as possible!” he said, happily skipping into the fairgrounds with you trying to keep up from behind.

You chuckled and shook your head, gazing at his backside with a certain longing in your eyes. You and Jungkook had met that same year at university, in your intro to psychology class. You sat in the back of the lecture hall, since you arrived late and didn’t want to be scolded by your professor for tardiness on the first day. Jungkook sat four seats down to your left, obviously, he hadn’t woken up to his alarm either.

Your relationship went from shy smiles, to throwing notes over the empty seats, to him sitting next to you with your knees brushing and up to your best friend status that you proudly held today. However, you couldn’t deny the attraction you had for your adorable, yet cocky best friend and oh how you wish you could just tell him how you felt. For now, though, you were happy being one of his closest friends; supporting him through his studies and his dream of becoming a singer.

You took in the smells of the fair; powdered sugar, fry oil, and something buttery and fattening that made your mouth water. Jungkook’s eyes shined with excitement as he led you to a funnel cake booth, buying you both one to share as you wandered into the petting zoo area, sneaking the baby animals bits of your fried, sugary goodness.

“Hey look, I found your dapple gangers.” you teased when you ran over to the hordes of bunnies. Jungkook just stuck his tongue out at you, but cooed none the less when one of the rabbits crawled into his lap. As you were petting the bunnies, Jungkook gently grabbed your hand, locking your fingers together with his. You looked up at him and saw that he had a slight blush on his cheeks and another bunny perched on his shoulder, making you giggle at his cuteness.

“You alright Kookie? You’re looking flushed.” you asked, running your free hand over his forehead and pushing some of his hair back. Jungkook just smiled and squeezed your combined hands.

“Never better Y/N. Let’s go on some rides, yeah?” he suggested, gently placing down the balls of fluff and leading you out of the petting zoo; walking with you to the rides. He never let go of your hand, and you inwardly smiled to yourself. Sure, Jungkook was always close to you like this, but the small victories always counted.

He took you on some fast-paced rides first: the little fast kiddie coasters, spinning teacups, bumper cars (which you totally beat him in, even though Jungkook wouldn’t admit it aloud) and one of those drop-down rides that always made your stomach do flips. After begging him to allow you to sit and rest, he placed you on a bench by the game booths and you watched him play from afar.
He won game after game, and slowly the bench you sat at was covered with fluffy stuffed animals and a new fish friend that you both named Marius.

“Jungkook, there is one thing I’d like to do before we leave.” you told him as you shared a serving of blue cotton candy. Jungkook’s lips were tinted lightly with the dyed sugar, and you were sure that your lips mirrored his. In a large bag over his back held all the toys he won, and you insisted that you’d carry Marius safely in your hands.

“Yeah? Anything you want Y/N, we can do!” he said happily.

“Can we go on the Ferris wheel? The sun is setting, and I bet the view is amazing from up there.” you said dreamily. The corners of Jungkook’s lips pulled up in a smirk and he nodded.

“Of course, anything for my best friend.” he said, nudging your side playfully. You could feel your heart slow and the smile on your lips fall an inch.

“Yeah, best friend.” you mumbled quietly to yourself as you followed Jungkook to the Ferris wheel. You both secured your winnings in one of those large storage containers and hopped on the ride. Jungkook sat next to you and he poked your cheek when the ride started to move. You went around once, twice, and then the cart stopped at the top on the third spin.

“Wow, it’s beautiful.” Jungkook mumbled, staring at the pinkish orange hue of the dusk sky. You nodded.

‘It is, but it’s not as beautiful as you.’ you thought.

“You think I’m beautiful, Y/N?” Jungkook asked. You turned to look at him with confusion in your eyes. Did he just read your mind? The stupid smirk on his face made your cheeks feel hot with blush.

“Did I just say that out loud?” you asked sheepishly, looking down at your shoes.

“You did, you did. Is there something you’d like to tell me Y/N? Do you like me?” Jungkook teased.

“Not funny Kookie, don’t tease.” you said softly, taking a deep breath before looking up at him again. His lips were still blue, the mischievous glint in his eyes made him look younger, and you couldn’t help but fall even more in love with the cute, yet handsome man sitting next to you.

“I do…like you. And I hope that this won’t ruin our friendship. Because before anything you were my friend first and I hope that we-”

Jungkook cut you off with his lips gently pressing against yours. You could taste the remnants of sugar on his lips and you melted at the feel of how soft they were. You brought your hands up around his neck, pulling him in closer as his hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs stroking the soft apples of your cheeks. The kiss was slow, both of your lips just brushing together in between soft breaths, testing the boundaries and just feeling, tasting, and loving. Jungkook pulled away first, resting his forehead against your own as you both caught your breath, both your cheeks flushed in red.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now. Does that answer your question Y/N?” he asked softly, a small smiling tugging on the corners of his lips. You nodded and laughed airily.

“Kookie, you look so cute when you blush.” you admitted, and Jungkook grinned, leaning in to peck your lips gently as the Ferris wheel started to descend.

“And your blush is absolutely stunning…my jagiya.”

GROUPCHAT - Xmen x Reader

I decided to try something new. This is going to be trash! I’m sorry for it being on your dash. I didn’t actually plan this, I just kept going. You can request a group chat, and be sure to tell me who you want in the group chat. -Thai💖
___________________________________________

Jubes💖:
Hey guys! We should go to the mall.

Scotty😎:
Again?!? Jubilee no.

Jean:
This is the 6th time this week!

Y/N👑:
And this will be the 6th time getting kicked out…hmm I wonder why?

Warren:
It was an accident! Not my fault my wings are huge. But you know what else is huge, ladies 😉

Bamf💙:
My love for god?

Jubilee💖:
Kurt, never change.

Wanda🔮:
Leave it Warren or Peter to make it inappropriate

Speedy:
You shouldn’t even get that reference! You’re a baby!

Wanda🔮:
I’M YOU’RE YOUNGER TWIN SISTER! I AM NOT A BABY!

Jubilee💖:
Anymore, back on a more important topic. Mall?

Ro⛈:
How about we just stay in and watch a movie? I like watching American films!

Bamf💙:
Me too! They are very interesting!

Alex💥:
They are very boring, especially the romantic ones. They are so predictable!

Scotty😎:
I gotta agree with my bro. Romcoms are boring.

Speedy:
Now action movies on the other hand. Very fun to watch. There’s always a hot girl.

Scotty😎:
That’s true. May I add that the hot girls body is always amazing.

Jean:
So is that why you have so many action movies? To watch the hot girls, Scott?

Speedy:
Damn Scott. Now be careful with your answer.

Y/N👑:
Well there goes the movie idea…how about camping?

Ro⛈:
Camping sounds fun.

Jubes💖:
Gross! Bugs everywhere! You’re sleeping on the ground! Bad wifi! May I add NO BATHROOMS!

Wanda🔮:
I agree with Jubilee. Camping is a no.

Bamf💙:
I have never been camping before. Y/N we can go camping 😄

Jubes💖:
On second thought. I’ll go.

Alex💥:
Someone’s jealous

Warren:
👀

Speedy:
👀

Wanda🔮:
👀

Y/N👑:
👀

Ro⛈:
Question is of tho☕️👌🏼

Jubes💖:
I hate all of you.

Jean:
Minus one of us buts that none of my business

Speedy:
Ooo burn! Get it..because she’s all hot and firey and stuff?

Scotty😎:
Did you just call my girlfriend hot😡

Speedy:
At least I didn’t say she has an amazing body☕️👌🏼 She totally does though. Jean, you got some nice legs.

Jubes💖:
GROSS! PETER!

Warren:
He’s not wrong.

Y/N👑:
He is not.

Alex💥:
Not at all. If you think of it. All the females on the team have amazing bodies.

Wanda🔮:
Not I, but all my team mates look amazing.

Warren:
You have a nice ass🍑

Speedy:
What you say bird boy?

Warren:
What? She has an amazing ass. All the girls do.

Warren had been removed by Speedy.

Speedy has left the chat.

Wanda🔮:
I got to go save a team mate.

Wanda🔮 had left the chat.

Alex💥:
He’s not wrong about Wanda’s ass but Y/N’s has the best ass. Hands down.

Ro⛈:
Why do you look upon our asses?

Alex💥:
No one here can say they haven’t looked at Y/N ass. Maybe Kurt but I highly doubt it.

Jubes💖:
As much as I hate the fact we jumped off topic and is now talking about asses, Alex has a solid point.

Scotty😎:
Y/N, I’m not admitting that I look at your ass but you have a nice ass.

Y/N👑:
Thank you butterscott, you have…nice lips and hair.

Jean:
I just want to state the fact that I can read thoughts. @Scott

Jean has left the chat

Scotty😎:
Jean!

Scotty😎 has left the chat

Ro⛈:
Poor kid. So movie or camping?
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And I’m going to end it right there. This was messy and sloppy but oh well.

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If nobody else has asked for it, maybe 2B with Yuri K?

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An Ex From The Past

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Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend comes to town and hates the fact you’ve moved on, and he tries to win you back.

Side Note: Y/EB/N = Your Ex-Boyfriends Name


It was a call you never thought you’d receive. Your good for nothing ex-boyfriend had somehow got a hold of your new phone number, and announced he was in town. Panic set in, Mac wasn’t back from work yet and you hated the idea of being alone with your ex.

The doorbell rang causing your body to freeze. The options were to pretend that you weren’t home, but your car was sitting pretty in the drive way so that wouldn’t work. The next option was to slam the door in his face, you liked it but nonetheless it was a risky move. The last option was one that you hated but seemed to be the best, to get this over with quickly and hope that Mac comes back real soon.

Opening the door, Y/EB/N was standing there a sight that now made your stomach turn. The break up was messy and didn’t end well. You swore of men after that, but then Mac walked into your life and showed you how a person should love another, things changed. He was caring, thoughtful, sweet, compassionate, loving, handsome and so many other qualities that made you fall in love with him quickly and suddenly.

Now a year later and the two of you were as solid as a rock. There had been hardships but not even those could break apart the relationship.

“What do you want Y/EB/N?”. You asked, not caring if it sounded rude.

He greeted you with a smile, but you knew better and was prepared for whatever ulterior motive he had. “Is that anyway to speak to someone that you shared memories with?”.

“I call you an ex for a reason. Now if your done wasting my time, I have other things that require my attention. Things that I actually want to spend my time on as opposed to standing here and talking to you”. Getting ready to slam the door in his face, Y/EB/N prevented that by jamming his foot in between the door.

“That’s harsh Y/N, even for you. Come on, I just want to chat”. He smirked and it made you feel physically sick.

Y/EB/N casually invited himself into the home you shared with Mac and it made you feel the upmost level of discomfort. You broke up with him for several reasons, but the biggest being that he treated you horribly. He was always ready to call out your faults but never his own.

“You have to be invited in to someone’s house, and I did not say that you could come in. So please leave!”. The tone you used was direct and cold. But as per usual he wasn’t listening.

“Y/N relax, I just want to hang out like old times. I’ve missed you, I’ve missed what we had”. He looked around and stopped when he saw a photo of you and Mac, the two of you were smiling. Picking up the next one beside it, it was of you and Mac kissing. Y/EB/N scoffed and put that one facing down.

Slowly making your way over to the bench, you reached for your phone and sent a S.O.S to Mac. While typing out another with the letter “x”. It was a safety measure that Mac put in place if your ex ever came to visit while he wasn’t home. Placing the phone back to where it was, Y/EB/N turned around. “Angus Macgyver”, he read picking up the mail that was laying on the coffee table. “What kind of name is that?”, he mocked and threw it back.

“He goes by Mac and his more of a man that you are. So if you’re done insulting the man I love, use the front door to be on your way out”. Maybe the wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but at this point you didn’t care, you just needed him to leave.

Just in time, you heard Mac’s car pull up the driveway. Y/EB/N must of heard it too because you could tell that he was panicking. He quickly muttered, “Fine I’ll go. Just came by to say a simple hello”. Watching as he made his way out the back door, as he was rushing to get out he knocked a table, causing the vase of flowers that were sitting beautifully on top to fall.

Mac came rushing in, “Where is he?”. His voice low and protective.

“He left as soon as he heard the car come up the driveway”, you replied bending down to pick up the glass from the broken vase.

“Did he hurt you?”, Mac stepped forward with his hands in a fist.

Throwing the glass in the bin, you inhaled deep and noticed that you were shaking. Mac rushed on over and pulled you into his embrace. “No, I’m just overwhelmed. I never thought I’d see him again. So him calling and showing up so unexpectedly took me by surprise”.

Mac rubbed your back and kept his eyes firmly on the back door. “His not coming near you again, I’ll make sure of that”.

Pulling away, you placed both hands on Mac’s chest. “I told him that you are more of a man than he is”.

His face lit up. “Oh yeah, that’s my girl. Knowing him, that must of been a blow to his ego”. You couldn’t help but smile at that thought. Mac grabbed your hand, “I don’t want to talk about him anymore. Let’s just lock the doors and go to bed. Because right now I want to spend quality time with my girlfriend”. He put emphasis on the my and Mac cheekily kissed you.

Following him down the hallway, you felt a lot safer with Mac around. “How can I argue with that”. Responding as the two of you entered the shared bedroom.

There was nothing better than being in the arms of the person you love and Mac was that person. Your ex couldn’t compare and seeing him again just proved to you that the choice to break up with him, was the best decision you ever made.

My Boyfriend the Pharaoh

Originally posted by violet-phantomhive

Ahkmenrah x Reader

My Boyfriend the Pharaoh

As an aspiring actress, it was not easy to find a job in New York. You’d think jobs would be open all over the place, but with an abundance of acting opportunities came an abundance of extremely qualified super-talented people that somehow always stole the spotlight from you. Of all places, you had never expected your first job to be here.

The New York Museum of Natural History was sort of famous for their amazing night program. The museum, as they said, “came to life” with actors and animatronics and all sorts of amazing special effects, all managed by the “Night Guard”, Larry Daley. And it just so happened that you were friends with his son.

Nicky had hooked you up the minute you mentioned a fascination with the 1940’s.

“It’s pretty simple. All you have to do is sing some songs with the other 40’s girls and maybe talk to the guests a little. Nicky said you know a lot about the 40’s right?”

“World War II is my favorite.” You nodded.

“Perfect.” Larry nodded and showed you where he kept the costumes and had you pick a dress that suited you. Surprisingly, there weren’t very many. Just a sparse collection of clothes from specific eras, particularly the ones that were getting new actors. “All right, so, everything starts up an hour after sundown. Just be there like fifteen minutes before opening.”

“Will do. Thank you so, so much, Mr. Daley.”

“See you tonight.”

***

The Victory Rolls had been nearly impossible to put in, but you thought they looked pretty good, although, at this point, your hair was more hairspray and pins than it was hair. You topped off the look with some simple eyeliner wings and red lipstick and then walked in the door fifteen minutes before they opened for their night session.

It was as though history had thrown up in the lobby.

People from several different eras were walking through the museum to get everything ready. And it took you a while to find a familiar face, but finally, you found Nicky. He was standing at the DJ booth talking to a man wearing a tall golden headpiece and a shimmering orange cape. The moment his eyes fell upon you, they widened. A small smile pulled at his lips.

“Nicky, where’s your Dad?”

“Woah, (Y/N), I barely even recognized you!” He looked pretty impressed. “Nice…hair.”

“Thank you.”

“I don’t know where Dad went.” Nicky looked around for a second before noticing the look on his Egyptian friend’s face. “Buuut, I can introduce you to this guy! (Y/N), this is-”

“I am Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king.” He took your hand in his own, and instead of shaking it as you had expected, he brought it to his lips. Your cheeks had never burned so bright. “And it is a pleasure to meet someone so beautiful.”

“Wow, is everyone here so into character?” there was a crack in your voice as you replied. “N-nice to meet you too. You’re…hot. Oh my God, did I just say that out loud?” Nicky smiled, as did Ahk. “I gotta go, byeeeee.” You started to walk away and eventually ran right into Larry.

“You okay, (Y/N)? Your face is all red.”

“I’m f-fine. Where do you want me?”

***

The night gig was fun, you decided. You got to sing with a 1940’s trio and then teach kids about World War II. And a few hours before sunrise, when the night hours were officially over, you were once again greeted by the handsome Pharaoh.

“Hi there.” You cursed the crack in your voice.

“So how did your first night on the job go?”

“It was amazing. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun in a long time.” He smiled at your response.

“I hope that means I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Perhaps I could show you around my exhibit sometime.” He suggested.

“I’d like that. A lot.” You yawned and then glanced at a watch. It was waaaaay past your bedtime. “Goodness, I’ve gotta get home and go to bed. But thanks for the chat. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He smiled. “Definitely.”

***

Because the night program only ran Friday and Saturday nights, it was with a heavy heart that you started to pack up your stuff after your shift at the museum. The few months you had been working there had felt magical. There was no way to describe it. And now that you had to face another week without him- I mean working, it was bittersweet, to say the least.

One of the storage rooms had become a sort of dressing room/lounge for yourself and the other performers. That was where you were as you packed your duffle bag with your costume and makeup and hair supplies.

“I thought I might find you here.” You looked to the door to find Ahk standing there with a beautiful flower in his hand. “I was wondering if you might want to accompany me tomorrow evening.”

“Me?” You looked around, a finger pointing to your chest. He nodded and took a step closer. His large hand gently wrapped your own around the stem of the flower.

“There is no one whose company I would like more.” His voice was soft, and his eyes were warm as they met yours. He leaned closer to whisper in your ear, and as he did so, his breath ghosted across your cheek, causing a shiver to run up your spine. “Meet me here after sundown.”

“A-all right. Will do. Can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.” He smiled and left the lounge, a proud expression etched into his handsome features. Nicky was waiting for him just down the hall.

“So…?”

“She said yes!” Ahk’s calm and collected demeanor shattered to pieces, and all of his relief bubbled to the surface. He would have been one brokenhearted mummy if you had said no. “Now tell me, what must I do to make (Y/N) happy?”

“Dude, I think she’d be happy watching paint dry as long as it was with you.”

“Perfect. Where do I get some paint?”

“Figure of speech. I don’t know…I could bring you a few movies and you could set up the projector down the hall.” Nick smirked and shook his head as it finally hit him. “I can’t believe my best friend is dating a mummy.”

“But…perhaps we should keep that last part between us for the time being.”

“You got it, dude. But…(Y/N) is smart. She’ll figure it out sooner or later.”

***

You showed up to the museum the next night wearing something casual and comfy but definitely date night attire. You did not, however, expect Nicky to be the first person you saw.

“Good, you’re just in time.” He said. You looked around at all of the activity in the museum. You had sort of expected the place to be empty, but instead, about 80% of the night staff was here wandering around in full costume.

“What’s going on? Why is everyone here?”

“Um, I’m not sure.” Nicky lied. He punched something into his phone and then looked back up at you. “Anyway, Ahk is up this way.”

“Is his-” Nick looked to you, stopping in his tracks. “Nevermind.”

“What?”

“Is his name really Ahkmenrah?”

Nicky was quiet for a long moment. This was the first time you suspected something was up.

“Y-yeah. Haven’t you ever met anyone named Ahkmenrah? I know like four of them.”

“Oh. Okay then. Didn’t realize it was that common a name.” You paused. “I guess.”

You followed Nicky up the stairs and into the room where Ahk was waiting. He looked so different than you were used to, dressed in street clothes instead of his very regal Pharaoh garb. His long shimmering cape and colorful beads had been replaced instead with a gray hoodie and some jeans. His face lit up at the sight of you, and he immediately got up from the couch he and Nick had dragged into the room not long before.

“Hi.” He waved shyly. “You…you look very beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You blushed and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“Nick helped me in selecting some films I thought you might enjoy.” He said, motioning to a small stack of DVDs sitting on the table beside the projector.

“Thank you, Nicky.” You gave your friend’s chest a little shove before taking a few steps toward Ahkmenrah. You looked through the stack and then picked a romantic comedy and popped it in. Ahk sat down on the couch, heart racing as you took the spot beside him. Then, as Nicky had told him to, Ahk inhaled a large breath, stretched, and then wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his strong chest, basking in his warmth.

“I like seeing you this way,” Ahk confessed after some time, “you seem more…you.”

“What, you don’t like the Victory Rolls?” you teased, giving him a little nudge. He laughed. “No, I feel. They’re fun, but they’re a hassle. My hair is much softer without all the spray.”

“I agree.” He smirked. “And though you seem quite comfortable on the stage, I much prefer the sight of you in my arms.”

“I do too.” You nuzzled in closer to him.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“There is something I must tell you, but I fear you would not believe me.”

“Okay.” This was the second time you suspected something was up.

“But I swear to you, I would not lie.” His eyes locked into yours and it was as though he was staring into your soul. Your heart fluttered. For a moment, you thought you might explode. The world stopped, and when he removed his arm from around your shoulders to take both of your hands, you could finally see the fear in his seemingly ancient eyes. His fingers wove through your own, gripping them tightly.

“I trust you, Ahk.” You whispered and gave his hands a squeeze. He smiled gratefully. “What is it?”

“The museum…it’s not-” he paused, arranging the words in his mind. “It’s not exactly ordinary.”

“I figured as much,” You chuckled softly. He was quiet for a moment, thinking. Suddenly, an idea struck.

“Come with me.” He stood and led you down the hall, across the second floor, and finally into the Egyptian exhibit. His hand gripped yours tightly as he led you to stand in front of the sarcophagus.

“The tablet of Ahkmenrah?” you asked. Your eyebrows crinkled as you thought it over.

“It’s said to have magical powers that bring the museum to life every night.” He stated, waiting for the pieces to click. “And inside the sarcophagus…” he slowly pushed open the lid revealing…nothing. Nothing but bandages. You gasped.

“Where did the mummy go?” and immediately as the words left your mouth, it finally clicked. The mummy was standing beside you, holding your hand. “Oh my God.”

“Are you all right?” he asked with concern.

“How are you even-” you looked him over, bringing a hand up to stroke the soft skin of his face. It felt so real. Too real to be dead. You pressed your ear to his chest, and sure enough, his heart was beating, racing even. “I don’t understand.”

“Every night for thousands of years, I’ve come to life again because of the tablet. And yet, I’d never felt truly alive…until I met you.” One of his hands rose to caress your cheek. “I promise to treat you like the queen you are…if you’d have me, that is.”

There were a few moments of silence as you looked into his eyes. And then, nodding rapidly, you rushed into his embrace.

“Yes, Ahk. A million times, yes.” You held him tighter than you had ever held anyone, afraid that he would suddenly slip away.

“I take it it went well?” Nick poked his head around the entrance of the exhibit. You rested your head against Ahk’s chest as you turned to look at your friend.

“You could say that, yes,” Ahk told him with a smile.

“Nicky, my boyfriend is a Pharaoh.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you said it. It was unbelievable. Impossible. And yet, here he was.

“Thank you, Nicky, for introducing me to the love of my life.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it.” He smirked. “If you need me, I’ll be downstairs partying with the others.” He walked off, leaving the two of you alone.

“What would you like to do now, my love?” he asked, his voice merely a whisper.

“Just hold me.” You gripped him tightly, and he held you fast against his chest.

“I can certainly do that.”

*Bonus*

The following evening, you arrived at the museum precisely five minutes before sundown. When Larry opened the door, you were one of the last people he had expected to see.

“What are you doing here? Work isn’t until Friday night.”

“Well, my boyfriend is a mummy that only comes alive at night, so he and I kind of have some time to make up for.” You replied. Larry smiled slowly.

“He told you then, huh?”

“Last night was a bit more eventful than I had expected.”

“Welcome to the madness. It only gets crazier from here.” He handed you a key. “I’ll let you do the honors, then. His royal highness gets kind of impatient while waiting for me to lock up the lions.”

“All right.” You nodded. As you made your way up the stairs, the fun began. Teddy rode off of his platform and off to find Sacagawea and you ran up the steps and into the Egyptian exhibit, where you could hear your boyfriend yelling and pounding on the lid of his sarcophagus.

“LARRY LET ME OUT!” You could barely make out the muffled shouts, but you rushed to shove aside the stone slab, unlock the glass case, and then finally pull the lid off.

“Hey, Ahk, it’s all right.” You stated. His body was fully covered in bandages, and he smelled like an attic, but you didn’t care. You helped him undo the wrappings around his face. As soon as he was free, he turned his head to cough up a cloud of dust. “Good morning, babe.”

“Good evening, my love. Now, if you’d help me undo these wrappings so I can greet you properly, that would be splendid.”

“It’d be my pleasure.” You grinned and pressed a soft kiss against his lips as you pulled his wrappings further off, revealing the rich orange cape and beads that lie beneath. In all of his time, Ahk had learned many things. But he finally knew that after four thousand years, being here with you was where he truly belonged.

Taking a break from finals studying! I wrote this one shot where none of the Red Queen characters can get a jar open, and basically, everyone just slowly gets angrier and more annoyed.

Takes place sometime in the second half of King’s Cage at the Scarlet Guard camp. Enjoy!

A loud thud followed by a distraught “UGH” is what brought Mare into the kitchen that morning.

“Here Gis, I’ll do it,” she says, reaching for the jar that was in her sister’s hand.

Gisa shuts the sink off and lets out another huff. “I swear I’ve been trying to open this for twenty minutes.”

“Oh come on, now your just being dramatic,” she says with a smile.

“Mare calling someone else dramatic?” Kilorn says, walking into the room. “The irony…”

She fixes him with a glare and debated punching him for that. Before she could get violent, she gives the jar a twist and unknowingly started what would be an infamous story for years to come in the Scarlet Guard camp.

“Damn, that IS stuck!”

“Let me try,” the fish boy says.

“No just give me- a second- I almost-”

“Yeah, looks like it,” Kilorn says, laughing at her aggravated expression. “Give it to me.”

Mare scowls, but hands it to him with a sigh.

“All that training with Mr. Perfect Prince and- you can’t even- op- shit.” The lid didn’t budge.

“Ha ha,” she teases.

“Told you,” Gisa sighs.

“Give it to me let me try it ag-” Mare starts to say, but gets cut off by Kilorn.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 2: Cedar Point

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. 

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2057

Author’s Note: I LOVED Cedar Point as a kid, but hubby pointed out to me while I was writing this on the road that not everyone knows what it is… I think I’ve explained it in the fic, but if not, google it and be jealous. It’s mind-blowing. Ok I added this gif after because it totally looks like a roller coaster harness…

Originally posted by pxggycxrters


“Okay! Okay! I recognize this!” Y/N shouts slapping my arm absentmindedly as she leans forward between the front seats. “Go left up here.”

I had been pleasantly sleeping before this rude awakening. I groggily force myself more upright and swat her hand away “Stop hitting me.”

She stops, but doesn’t answer me in any other way. She doesn’t lean back to include me or tell me where we were, or even turn her head in the slightest to acknowledge me. Shit. I’ve really pissed her off. I thread my hand into my hair, pushing it off my face and catch Steve’s warning glare in the mirror. I can practically hear his mom-voice ‘You don’t have to snap at her Buck, she’s just excited.’

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anonymous asked:

Jesus Christ, why do find Ozai hot?

Umm, this is an ambiguous question. You’re missing a noun there, so I’m going to try to answer this as generally as possible.

If you’re asking why I, Seyary, find Ozai hot? It’s because he is.

Look at the man:

Appreciate the smoulder. The perfectly manly jawline. That fucking ridiculously lustrous hair he probably gets combed thrice a day because he’s a diva. DEM CHEEKBONES.

I’m sorry. Even better smoulder. (I did not tweak this screenshot somebody please help me I can’t stop laughing!)

And he’s ripped as heck. Dorito proportions, six pack, wtf Ozai. Stop working out so much, you need to give other guys a chance.

Now, that’s my personal opinion on him. But since I’m not sure if you were asking about me, I’m going to address all possibilities from your question:

“Jesus Christ, why do you find Ozai hot?” could mean you’re asking Jesus Christ instead of me. No intent to offend any Christians with this answer of course, but Jesus has always been a man who was very kind-hearted, loved everyone even if they hated him, advised his followers to love even their enemies. Jesus Christ would tell you, Anon, that Ozai is hateful but you don’t have to be. The kingdom of heaven will be open for you if you’re not as hateful as Ozai. So hating Ozai is not something Jesus Christ would approve of (I went to catholic school, I’d know!), and denying his hotness just out of spite is a hateful practice. So don’t do it.

More importantly, the Bible’s ten commandments also establish that you mustn’t lie. The ninth commandment, was it? So Jesus Christ would not have lied and claimed Ozai wasn’t hot when Ozai is actually hot. He would have said Ozai is a very cruel man who needed to see the light from God, but he would have never thought Ozai was ugly out of spite for all the hideous things he did. So this is why Jesus Christ would hypothetically not deny that Ozai is hot.

Now, maybe the problem isn’t me or Jesus Christ. Maybe the question was meant to be: “Jesus Christ, why do I find Ozai hot?!”, alluding at you suffering from a severe crisis where you’re realizing Ozai is in fact hot as hell. Well, all the previous explanations apply. If you’re having such a crisis, don’t feel bad. We all know he’s hot. Doesn’t make him less of an asshole.

Nickelodeon say he’s hot too, see?

So maybe you were asking why did Nickelodeon say he was hot? I mean, I did post this screenshot once before so maybe that’s what prompted this ask… 

Anyways, fact of the matter is, Ozai was indeed designed to look like an older, scar-less Zuko. It was a cruel play from Bryke to make Zuko fans scream in outrage because they wanted to hate every little thing about Ozai, but if they hate his looks out of spite, they’re hating the image their beloved Zuko will have in the future (just, Zuko is scarred, of course). So yes. It’s hilariously cruel but it’s actually pretty funny. Ergo, even Zuko fans are forced to say Ozai is hot despite how much they may hate him, because if you were to think Zuko is hot and Ozai is not, it means you’re into teenagers only and if you’re over 18 years old you probably should be more interested in fully grown men instead of teenagers…

Lastly: SCIENCE proves Ozai is hot.

See this?

Just look at all that fire. A candle’s fire, according to wikipedia, is at 1,500°F, 829°C. Just how much heat do you think this shithead is creating through his bending? Yes, Azula’s fire is way hotter but that doesn’t mean Ozai’s isn’t. Try putting your hand in a fireplace and don’t get burned. You can’t. You can’t touch Ozai without getting burned either. Cuz’ he’s hot and his fire is hot, too (and hella aggressive, I don’t think he’d like being touched by strangers). Get it?

Long story short, Anon, if you’re actually indignant that people find Ozai hot, if you are simply not attracted to hot maniac bastards who want to set the world on fire

Originally posted by anoutlandishidea

well that’s on you, really. But it’s not every day that Jesus Christ and Science would agree on something. I’d say regardless of which one you prefer, you should believe them. Just sayin’.

Something (lafayette x reader)

summary : its laffy taffy birthday and u cook him somin and he duznt kno u speak french 

warnings : crappy french & fluff,, cussing?? and mumbaiya hindi- basically the slang of hindhi which is the only hindhi i ever learned,, fite me 

992 words m8 thats so little but f1t3 m3

a/n : i wrote this during math class bc i already know all this shit so excuse me if its bad. 


It was laf’s birthday. he was out with the boys celebrating, so you had decided that try to cook for him. He’d be back in 4 hours, so you decided to call your grandma in france. Laf was your best friend, so close you lived together, but you had managed to keep the fact you spoke french a secret from him. Laf muttered under his breath and talked to Alex in French, and never realized you could understand everything they were saying. You remembered last week, when you had overheard the most peculiar thing. 

“Je n'aime pas la façon dont elle regarde John” he muttered to Alex. (I do not like the way she looks at John)

“Qui voulez-vous dire, notre John?” Alex replied (Who do you mean, John?)

“Oui, bien sûr, notre John” (Yes, of course, our John)

“Que fait-il?” (What is he doing?)

“Regardez-les, tous amoureux, c'est dégueulasse” (Look at them, all love, it’s disgusting)

you snorted at this, and Lafayette turned red. “Connait-elle le français???” he practically screamed. (Does she know French ???) you looked away, hoping he didnt notice. Alex shook his head. “I don’t think so” he replied in English. 

“Don’t think what?” you asked, innocently. 

“Laf here was wondering if you speak french?”

“Oiu Oiu Baguette?” You laughed, trying to butcher the word and visibly seeing Laf cringe made you laugh harder. 

But you couldnt get the thought out of your head. Did Laf like you?


you were with your grandmother, cooking a wonderful smelling broth. she had recently moved to the city to help your mother get back on her feet after her recent run in with cancer. since you did not eat meat, she was cooking the chicken while you prepared the desserts and broth the meat was to rest in. 

you tossed in the potatoes and carrots, adding a bit of indian spices from your fathers side to spicen it up. 

“Vous faites tout cela pour un garçon?” she asked you. (Do you do all this for a boy?)

“Alors, que faire si?” (So, what if?)

“Rien, rien, juste vous deux peuvent vraiment avoir quelque chose de spécial” (Nothing, nothing, just you two can really have something special) she winked suggestively. 

“Amama(hindi)! Nous ne sommes plus que des amis” (Grandma! We are only friends)

“Est-il un garçon français?” (Is he a french boy?)

“Peut-être” (perhaps)

“Ensuite, j'approuve” (Then I approve). 

“Amama,Est-ce que je peux te dire quelque chose” (Grandma, can i tell you something?)

“Oui chérie, qu'est-ce que c'est” (yes, darling what is it)

“Je ne pense pas que je suis amoureux, mais je veux que nous soyons plus que des amis” (I do not think I am in love, but I do want us to be more than friends)

You heard a loud choking noise from the door and you turned to see Lafayette, mouth agape, red in the face. 

“Ye wala he?” your grandmother asked in hindi, knowing he could speak french. (Its this guy?) 

“hanjee. ye mera dost he” (Yes ma'am, this is my friend).

“both acha dekte” she winked. (He looks very good)

“merku malum. usku malum. sab malum” (i know, he knows, everyone knows)

“uska baal merku both acha lakte” (I like his hair a lot)

“me too” you said in English, laughing slightly at his confused face, then frowning. 

“wait- how long were you standing there?” 

“I just came- you speak french? what? wait?” he stuttered out. 

“enough to get by.”

“it is her second language” your grandmother adds. “hindhi being her first”. he can only nod slightly in response. 

“Merde, ma vie est un mensonge. Je ne peux pas y croire. Comment parle-t-elle le français? Elle le sait tout, n'est-ce pas?” he muttered angrily under his breath. You were only able to catch a few words. 

“Je suis désolé de ne pas vous le dire. Je voulais que ce soit mon petit secret” (Im sorry I did not tell you, I wanted it to be my little secret)

“its fine. I just- wow. wow. you speak french thats really… hot. did i say that aloud? I mean like its just cool like i can bitch about john to you and-” he stopped himself. 

“you’re cooking for me?” 

“yessiree. coq au vin and tarte tatin. i asked amama to come over to help prepare the meat. we are almost done. take a seat, Lafayette, its your birthday.” you say, pulling out a seat for him to watch you two cook. 


your grandma was telling laf embarrassing stories of your past. you laughed at the both of them, fluently talking in french, as you added the finishing touches. 

“dive in!” you exclaim, setting down the meal in front of him. he smiled as he finished it in one go. “reminds me of my ma’s cooking. la magnifique!” he laughs. you look at his eyes, twinkling with happiness. then you heard someone clear their throat behind you. 

“tera pedas or kya ne” she laughed. (your sweets or what not). you nodded and pulled it out, handing it to Laf. 

“Happy Birthday to my favorite boy ever!” you exclaimed, watching him almost moan at the flavor. Your grandmother slipped outside and onto her motorcycle, speeding away. what a badass. 

“so. about earlier” you knew exactly what he was talking about. 

“I’m sorry- i didnt mean it just,” you took a deep breath. “fuck it. I fell in love with you. or something like that. I noticed it the first time you punched Jefferson in the face for calling Alex’s mother a whore. Something fluttered inside me and its been growing. I don’t know if its love Laf- I just feel something, here” you say, and point to his heart. He looks at you, studying the lines of your smile and your hopeful eyes and realizes you needed an answer. 

“you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that” he said, and brought his lips up to you. It wasn’t movie fairytale firework explosive everywhere kissing, but it was goddamn something. it felt good, and thats all you needed to validate this feeling. you pushed the dessert out of the way, and jumped onto the table, Laf continuing to makeup with you. His eyes were closed in bliss, and his hands made his way up your shirt. 

“Je veux vous baiser si bien” he growled and attacked your neck.  (google translate it its too vulgar for my innocent eyes)

College!AU Jun
  • [double] major: italian / french 
  • minor: translation studies 
  • sports: track & field 
  • clubs: italian opera enthusiasts, french film club, part-time model when the fashion majors need him
  • someone call a doctor because jun is out here on campus breaking HEARTS 
  • as in he’s the most flirty, handsome, witty, “campus casanova” eVER
  • from the fact that he’s studying italian and french because quote on quote; “i wanna to speak the language or romance” to the fact that he refers to anyone he’s speaking to as his ”tesoro” *darling 
  • also like have you seen him?? double language major jun walking around in expensive foreign brands……..aesthetic to the MAX…..jawline for days……one time during a track meet he took his shirt off because it was too hot and everyone discovered that he has a tattoo in italian on his ribs and when asked what it said he just smirked and said “Ho saziato la mia sete alla fontana dei tuoi baci…….” some one translated it and it meant “I quenched my thirst at your fountain of kisses.” and literALLY JUN WOULD 
  • wants to translate operas and plays and things like that when he’s older so that’s why he has the translation minor. he tutors in italian and people who don’t even take italian as their language will BEG him to teach them and when he’s in the library his table is literally just surrounded by students asking question
  • freshmen love coming up to him and asking him to speak to them in french or italian and like they’ll giggle and videotape it and long story short jun has a campus blog dedicated to him probably
  • studied abroad in france and bought a neck scarf that he loves dearly and wears whenever he’s going out and roommate minghao is like “what. is that.” and jun is like “FASHION.”
  • so here you are in this. intermediate italian class because your schedule got messed up because university sucks and you already told admissions but they were like we need a week to fix it so you’re stuck taking ITALIAN for the time being 
  • and like you come in and some overly excited student tries to greet you and you’re just like “buddy. the language i signed up for was beginner chinese. not this.” and the kid gives you a sad look and you’re like yEAH i KNOW 
  • and just as you’re about to take a seat someone taps your shoulder and you turn around and you’re not sure but you think you’ve just come face to face with a real life Angel (it’s jun)
  • the boy smiles and he’s like “are you new to the italian major?” and you’re like “i………….i……………………i…………….um……………….si?”
  • the kid you just told you were in the wrong classroom: ???????
  • but like you sit down and he’s like….right there in the next seat and he like flips through his notebook and god his fingers are long and he’s so lithe??? and gorgeous, his side profile is like an actors or models
  • and ok you’re totally drooling but so is everyone else. like half the class is shooting darts at you w/their eyes because you GOT A SEAT BESIDE A GOD
  • finally the teacher comes in and thank god she’s like “we’ll just do introduction today in english!!” and she’s like “say your name. major. and the best italian food in your opinion!” and so like it goes around and it gets to the boy beside you and he’s like 
  • “im junhui!! jun for short please. my double majors italian and french. best italian food? pizza.”
  • and in your head you’re like: HOLD UP
  • and the teacher turns to you and you say your name and major but you’re like “the best italian food is pasta. everyone knows that.”
  • jun like looks at you and scrunches up his face and is like “it’s pizza.” and you’re like “UM CAN YOU TWIRL PIZZA AROUND ON A FORK??? NO” and jun’s like “CAN YOU EAT PASTA WITH YOUR HANDs???” and you’re like bOY I WOULD IF IT WAS SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE and Jun’s like WELL WITH PIZZA YOU CAN 
  • and honestly you two get up out of your seats to argue about this and the teacher is just like um
  • but now your onto what kind of toppings and sauces are better on pasta or pizza and you’re like first of all. pizza isn’t even historically italian you can trace it back to the middle east??? and jun is like you can trace flatbread. real pizza comes from naples- 
  • and you two just stand there going @ it about the history of pizza for like twenty minutes before the teacher is like SIT DOWN
  • and you’re like “you may look good but you don’t know what you’re talking about.” and jun snorts like “i do look good and i do know what im talking about.” and you’re like “WELL Obviously you’ve never had REAL GOOD pasta in your life if you say pizza is better.” and jun’s like “what constitutes ‘real good pasta’ for you??” and you’re like this place downtown is owned by an italian family and it’s the best ill give you the address so you can go and SEE THE LIGHT
  • and jun’s like FINE then ill make you see the light with my favorite pizza place
  • you two are still bickering and the teacher is like “YOU TWO CAN TALK ABOUT PLACES TO EAT FOR YOUR DATE LATER!!!! SILENZO”
  • you and jun slip into your seats grumbling but you’re also like ,,,,did the teacher say date,,,,,,,,,,i wouldnt,,,,,,i mean he’s hot but,,,,,,,,pizza > pasta,,,,,,no
  • and jun, you don’t notice, but he likes peeks over at you and grins because like usually he’ll say something and everyone will flock to him and be like yes!!! you’re right!!! even when he knows they’re differing in opinion but you just seriously argued with him over food and like ….
  • he thought you were cute doing it hehe
  • anyway class ends and you’re getting your things and jun clears his throat and you’re like ??? and he’s like “so the pizza place is pretty close by here. do you want to come with me?” and you’re like
  • “now??” and he’s like “yeah??” and you’re like “um id love to go and disprove you but i have another class so……” and you wave and throw your bag over your shoulder and leave
  • and jun’s like stunned because you legit just shot him down (for good reason but…….) and he grins and he’s like “there’s something about that one. they’re fun.”
  • and the next time you have to come in for italian because admissions is taking 29048 years to switch your schedule jun waves and like points to the seat beside him
  • you like awkwardly go over and he’s like “so, you free after class?” and you’re like ?? and he’s like “i still gotta take you out for pizza.” and you’re like oH right and jun’s like wigging his eyebrows and you shrug because you’re like “maybe. i kinda wanted to get some study time in. ive got this presentation in a week so i cant slack.”
  • and like at the end when it’s over juns like “so lets go!!” and you’re like “sorry i really do need to study, my group chat is like telling me i have to go!! sorry!!!”
  • and jun once again watches you leave but he’s not mad tbh he’s grinning even more because he was right, this is going to be fun
  • and like when you don’t show up to italian the next week because your schedule got fixed jun ends up asking around the whole campus to find out where you might be
  • and like he finds you outside the study hall one day and he’s like “hey!” and you’re like “jun????” and he’s like “you’re hard to find, had me running around the whole campus.” and you’re like “why are you looking for me??” and he’s like “pizza, remember?”
  • and you’re looking at him like seriously, you’re not over that?? and jun’s smiling at you and you’re like “i dont have time now-” and jun’s like “give me your phone. im going to give you my number and just text me when you do  - ok?”
  • and you hesitate but you pass your phone over and he puts his contact in and gives it back and you almost throw it at him because hE SERIOUSLY NAMED HIMSELF “Pizza King *crown emoji* *pizza emoji*” and he winks at you and is like “addio~~”
  • truthfully like you get to wrapped up in your own work that like a month passes and you don’t text jun until one day you like look at your contacts and see the dumb pizza king one and you’re like ………….i have this weekend off so…………..and so you nervously text him like “hey, im free tomorrow at 1?”
  • like ten seconds later: “really? can you meet me outside of the theater on campus?”
  • and you’re like oh my god but you’re like sure!! and that’s how you set up your first date (of many coughs) with wen junhui
  • but it’s hilarious you get to the theater at like 12:50 the next day and you can hear music inside and one of the students tells you that the fashion majors are doing like a practice show
  • and you’re like huh and then at 1 you see someone running toward you and it’s jun and he’s wearing ?? like ??? a full tux ??? and like has makeup on ?? and you’re like UM and he’s like
  • “sorry i was just helping the fashion kids out. sorry i look like this-” but then he stops because he sees how you keep looking down because like the buttoned up part of his tux and tie are undone and you’re kinda red in the face and jun bites his lip and he’s like “you know. ill borrow this clothes for our date.” and you’re like AHGIKFS NO PLEASE CHANGE
  • and you like push him back toward the theater like !! go put on some normal clothes !!!! and he’s laughing because aww you’re cute when you’re embarrassed 
  • he finally agrees to change and comes out looking AMAZING anyway and he’s like “the place is close to campus, don’t worry.” and you two walk there and jun orders you guys his favorite kind of pizza
  • and like you’re waiting and you’re like “why are you studying languages?” and jun like drinks some water and is like “because im not good at anything else.” and you’re like ??? what do you mean and he lets out kind of a bitter laugh and he’s like “people always tell me there’s not much beyond my looks and they’re right. language is all memorization, you don’t need skill.”
  • and you can feel his voice is dripping with like sarcasm and you kind of cringe because as confident as he comes off, is this really what he thinks of himself????
  • and you’re like “you must be crazy, language is the hardest major. you’re learning something you don’t even have basic knowledge of.” and jun’s like what do you mean and you’re like “bio majors know the difference between something alive and dead. it’s common sense. literature majors know whats a real word and whats not, what sentence sounds right and what doesn’t. every major has a platform to start on except foreign languages. double majoring in two is something only a real genius could pull off.”
  • and like you shrug because you feel like you’ve said to much and like you try to distract yourself when the pizza comes but jun watches you and he’s just like “i knew it. i knew it was you.” and you’re like ??? and he just shakes his head and eats his slice
  • the rest of your conversation is like cute and small jun flirts in between asking you questions and you mock him in between answering them but somehow you two like fit together the conversation never dies
  • and by the end you’re like “i have to admit, this is good pizza - but…………pasta owns my heart.”
  • and jun sighs and he’s like “fine, ill give up on pizza owning your heart but how about this’; me or pasta?”
  • and he like leans over to look you in the eyes and you’re like …………..”pasta duh” and he’s like DAMMIT 
  • but you both laugh and he walks you back to your dorm and he’s like “since i took you for some life changing pizza, you owe me life changing pasta.” and you’re like “of course, how about next week?”
  • and jun jumps at the offer like yes. anytime for you. anytime anyplace and you roll your eyes because like as much as you don’t want to admit you like jun. but you cant risk letting him now that because something itches at your mind that he’s probably not the committed type
  • and so you and jun say goodbye and he pulls you back to him when you turn to leave and he’s like “we have to say bye like the italians do.” and he kisses your cheek and grins softly before waving and walking off
  • and you’re like I hate his corny butt BUT DO YOU DO YOU…….
  • the next week you and jun meet up to go to the pasta place you wanted to show him and like on your way there you’re waiting for the train and you hear like a group of boys go bye snickering and pointing at jun and you hear one of them basically call jun a slur and another one says he’s good for nothing but how he looks and like it’s within earshot so it means jun can hear too and so you like
  • immediately take his hand and move him further away down the platform and he’s like “dont worry about me.” but you’re like “jun, is that why you were telling me you’re not good at anything? is it because of what people say?”
  • and he just looks down and tries to smile but you can see it’s hard for him and you’re like “jun, you know theyre just jealous right. that they cant shine confidence like you and that they will never be as smart and capable and kind like you. you know that right?”
  • and you like lift his face so he looks directly at you and he’s like “no one…..no one ever tells me that im doing the right thing. that im doing well-” and you’re like “jun, listen to me, you’re doing amazing. you’re handsome, yeah but you’re a sweet person and you’re incredibly intelligent. don’t take a word they say into consideration ok?”
  • and he chuckles but he nods and you let him go but he pulls you into a tight hug and you’re like jun!!! people can see!!! and he’s like with his head in your neck like let them see i dont care,,,,,
  • once you get to the pasta place you order your favorite dish and like you guys are eating and jun’s like “let’s do the pasta kiss.” and you’re like “jun. no.” and he’s like “………c’mon…….” and you’re like jUN NO and he’s already twirling one end of the pasta on his fork and you’re like aklhfw OK 
  • and it’s cute it’s like the scene from lady and the tramp except you bite off the noodle before jun can and he’s like hey!! and you’re laughing but the second you’re distracted he leans in and steals a kiss and you’re like j U N and he’s like “you wouldn’t do the pasta kiss with me SOOOO”
  • and jun admits at the end that the pasta might be slightly better than the pizza but only because there was a kiss involved and you’re like god you’re so greasy and he’s like “just like pizza (;”
  • everyone knows you and jun started dating because the night of the pasta date he made you two take a selfie outside the resturant and when you woke up it was all over SNS and your roommate was practically yelling in your ear like YOURE DATING WEN JUNHUI PRINCE OF TRACK TEAM ITALIAN SPEAKING HEARTTHROB
  • and you roll over like let Me sLEEp but yes im dating him 
  • you dont have many classes with him but you meet up inbetween and his friends minghao and hoshi are like “break up with jun. you think he’s a flirt before you dated him, now it’s just gonna be worse.” and you’re like looking at jun whose got his arm around you and keeps making hearts with his fingers and you’re like “yeah……..i know what i signed up for.”
  • you complimented hoshi’s shirt once and jun was like “should i buy one just like it?” and you’re like oh my god chill
  • jun likes it when he’s kissing you and complimenting you in italian and you’re like giggling but you’re like !! what are you saying what does it mean!!! and he’s just kissing your neck calling you cute things and saying sweet nothings and he just likes seeing you get all red
  • took you to french film club with him and you were like “jun, this movie doesn’t have subtitles?” and he’s like ‘don’t worry ill live translate” but all he kept saying was how cute you looked and how much he loved you against your ear the entire movie (the head of the club kicked you guys out 15 min in)
  • he likes having you sit like between his legs with your back to his chest especially if you guys are like chilling somewhere with friends or like at your dorm like you’ll be typing on your laptop and he’ll be like sitting against the wall on your bed and he’s like “sit in my lap” and you’re like “jun” and he’s like “please, it’s sad if we’re in the same room and im not like holding you.”
  • jun the type to triple text you good mornings + send a selfie of himself like “look at me. your beautiful boyfriend. you’re so lucky!” LOL
  • jun talks about you so much and like even fore a class he was supposed to recite something in italian only and he recited all the reason he liked you and the teacher was like jesus christ
  • you spend a week trying to learn a phrase in italian for jun and it’s something like “you’re very special to me.” and when you tell it to him he throws his arms around you and is just like im so in love goD
  • you guys still argue over ordering pizza or pasta when you stay in and minghao, jun’s roommate always has to be the icebreaker or he’s like “you two are so loud just get BOTH”
  • jun kisses you in the middle of your sentences and it gets so bad you have to like cover his mouth while you’re saying something because it’s cute i love you jun but GIVE ME ONE SECOND TO BREATH
  • makes out with you against walls and you get shy because like he leaves you breathless and it’ll be like against the wall of the library and freshman walk by and giggle and you’re like ahsdgikw with your face in his chest and he just laughs and fixes your hair 
  • you go to his track meets and jun wears like a headband in his hair and he looks sooooo good in the uniform and like he always teases you by sending kisses to you from the field and you’re like sTOP but he wont 
  • you like pass him water from the bleachers and kiss his forehead and jun is like “if i win- we’re getting pizza the next time you come over.” and you like push him away playfully and he grabs your hand and kisses the top of it and idk it’s cute yall are cute
  • jun in italian: you look good 
  • you: i cant understand you
  • jun: love is a universal language
  • you: im gonna smack you with this book

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