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incorrect-nozaki-kun · 4 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet Headcanons: Hori Masayuki

As the winner of the simp poll the first totally nsfw post on this blog goes to short king himself Hori. If y’all want this for the rest of the characters let me know Original template by @fairy-tail-babes ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ IN THESE SITUATIONS

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

You can’t convince me Hori ISN’T the king of aftercare. Need water? He’ll get it. Food? Sure hang on. Just wanna chill? He’s down

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I mean we know he’s a legs guy and that probably means he’s more of an ass man too but definitely legs are his thing

On himself he likes his hands. He may not be tall but he’s good with his hands I’m sorry I had to

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

I mean man runs on like, red bull and spite so he’s not gonna taste great I’m gonna be real here but it’s not super watery or messy so it’s okay

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Everyone thinks he wouldn’t want his partner to wear shoes that make them taller bc he’s already pretty short but like he’s got a thing for heels. Gender doesn't matter he likes his partners in heels...and just heels

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

By college I think people have TRIED to get with him but I’m gonna be real mans has no firsthand experience he’s a romantic at heart

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Hori likes to be on top. If he isn’t on top he’s still in control so any position that allows him control he’s happy

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I mean Hori’s capable of having fun and goofing off so I don't think he’s completely stoic and serious he’ll smile and joke occasionally but mostly he's in the moment not trying to make jokes

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He really can’t be assed to actively groom it but he’ll clean it up if it’s getting too wild

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I think it depends on how he’s feeling that day. Sometimes he’s very sweet and romantic and sometimes he just needs to let off some steam you know?

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

The man has no time to himself he doesn’t really have the time to enjoy himself alone. When he does though it’s 100% in the shower where he can relax.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

...can we all agree that Hori is the kinkiest of all the squad?

Hori is a dom. Not an intense one but he likes to be in control you know? Lowkey bc of the height thing but mostly just his personality

He’s also into hair pulling idk why I just know he is

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Storage closet next question

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Legs

He’s also a sucker for big shiny/pretty eyes

His partner deadass just has to ask he’s not like constantly horny but he’s down to go pretty much any time he can turn it on and off almost at will

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not gonna be mean to his partner

He knows its a kink and some people enjoy it but he’s really just not gonna insult his partner or hurt them he’s like “the point is to feel good why do you want to be in pain”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Hori’s better with his hands but he can gets the job done regarding oral and will do so if his partner asks

100% prefers receiving he’s that asshole that puts his hands behind his head and relaxes

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As much as Hori is kind of a tease/a little shit regarding sex he’ll usually go slow but with hard thrusts

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Exception to the above is quickies which he loves

He’s that guy who will pull his partner into a closet or something, hook up, then leave the closet looking completely put together while his partner looks like a tornado hit them

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He likes stuff that feels like a risk but really isn't TOO much

Like he’s not gonna bang on a public train but he’ll give his partner oral in a bathroom stall you know?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Man has pretty okay stamina he’ll go for a couple rounds but they’re LONG rounds

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t personally own any but if his partner hands him one to use he is 100% down

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lmao so much Hori is a massive tease it’s the power trip he loves it

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He isn't super loud mostly just heavy breathing but his moans are probably really nice to listen to when he does get close to finishing

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When Hori get’s drunk and he’s single he WILL hit on everything and everyone and then leave to go home alone bc he likes flirting but doesn’t actually wanna hook up with a stranger and it is HILARIOUS to watch

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Not that long but thicc™ and he knows how to use it

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I like to think he’s constantly at 50/50. Like he could go either way unless it’s really been a while. if his partner wants to fuck he’s cool. If they don't that's also cool he’s got other shit to do

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not that tired unless it’s been an intense round but he usually just needs a breather than he’s down to do other stuff

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cupofteaguk · 6 years ago

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behind these walls

summary: you’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all of my cheerios

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: neighbors au, college au | fluff

warnings: lots of banter, sexual tension, yes it’s probably a very lowkey enemies to lovers au

word count: 4k

a/n: this is probably one of the first fics i had up on my old blog and i have a lot of love for this story so here you go!

When you first meet Jeon Jungkook, you aren’t entirely sure if you like him or not.

But, then again, it could be because the pair of you had met under extremely unusual circumstances—the unfolding of an awkward introduction that had been partially your fault.

Okay, maybe it had been mostly your fault.

But, in your defense, it isn’t everyday you enter the apartment belonging to your best friend and throw yourself upon the couch, only to find that it is already occupied by a strange figure—one that is much too tall and lanky to be a certain Kim Taehyung.

“Holy shit—!”

“What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry!” You exclaim reflexively, springing off the couch, really studying it this time and noticing that there is actually a lump underneath the blankets that you originally thought had been thrown haphazardly upon the furniture. It’s only then that you realize the figure underneath the blanket has barely poked his head out, just enough to see his mess of black hair and brown eyes glaring at you.

“Is this a habit of yours?” The boy inquires suddenly, voice low and husky from having just been awaken rather abruptly. “Sitting on people who are just trying to get a good night’s rest after working overtime for the whole week?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have sat on you if you hadn’t imposed in my friend’s apartment to take refuge on his couch!” You snap back, still quite unable to believe the situation you have found yourself in—and it’s only 8:00 in the morning.

The boy groans underneath the blanket as if he desires nothing more than to rid himself of this conversation and return back to his slumber. “Seems like you’re the one imposing on me.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing, nothing.” The boy waves off dismissively, turning slightly with his limited space on the couch to curl deeper into the cushions. “Taehyung let me stay here,” He states, voice slightly muffled by the blanket, saying this as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world.

You’re about to cross your arms over your chest and retort just why exactly Taehyung would let a complete stranger spend the night on his couch (you know that Taehyung has a heart of gold, but this a new sight to behold), when the very man in question comes out of the bathroom, the steam of his recent shower following them briefly. He is running a towel through his damp brown hair, stopping in his tracks immediately upon the sight before him.

Taehyung takes in the sight of a very tired, very disinterested Jungkook pressing himself as deeply into the cushions of the couch as he can possibly go and you, wearing a deeply unimpressed scowl, arms across your chest, clearly ready to start squawking at the poor boy before he decides to intercept. “Morning you two.”

“Tae, who is this?” You inquire suddenly, not even bothering to return the morning greeting. “You haven’t been taking in strays now, have you?”

“Wow, you are certainly a delight, aren’t you?” Jungkook retorts back, just barely craning his neck to give you another bitter look that could sour milk. “Annoying isn’t a good shade on you—I almost didn’t recognize you from the pictures on Taehyung’s wall.”

You flush slightly at the adjective the boy has used to describe you. Finally, you spin on your heel to fix Taehyung with an incredulous look. The latter boy simply looks amused at the dispute unfolding before him.

“Tae,” You start, the slight waver in your voice clearly displaying your barely suppressed anger and irritation. “Why is this very rude and bitter man sleeping on your couch?”

“There’s a blanket over my head, but I can still hear you—!”

“His name is Jungkook,” Taehyung interrupts cheerily, running the towel through his hair one more time before discarding it onto another, much smaller couch in the living room. “His apartment is getting renovated—something about finally getting all the walls repainted and fixing up the layout of some of the appliances. I offered him a place to stay at until his gets finished.”

Taehyung is giving you an expectant look, as if expecting you to argue about this arrangement. You open your mouth a few times to try and say something—anything. But words fail you, because the reasoning actually makes sense and Taehyung still has a heart of gold.

Now that you have some context to match with the once mysterious man on the couch, a part of you feels guilty for impending so suddenly on the boy. Now that you know that Taehyung knows this… Jungkook (and must clearly find him trustworthy of sorts), a part of you relaxes. A little.

“Oh—alright.” You look at Jungkook, blinking a little in surprise when you find he has pulled the blanket entirely from his face. He’s wearing a suddenly sly half-smile, but that’s not why you stare.

Jungkook, in spite of his grumbling attitude and messy glares, actually looks quite young—maybe he’s the same age as you. He has freshly dyed brown hair, currently messy and sticking up in different directions from sleep. His eyes are brown, gently crinkled in the corners, lips painfully distracting, curled up into a small smile. He’s staring right back at you.

You blink again. “What?” You snap, not meaning to sound as harsh as you probably do.

Jungkook is still smiling, but he sits up this time. He’s wearing a relatively loose black t-shirt. “Taehyung told me that you come over a lot because his place is closer to campus than yours.”

You look over your shoulder to find that Taehyung has disappeared, probably to get his belongings for your first morning lecture. “Yeah,” You manage in a slightly uneasy tone. You hope Jungkook hadn’t noticed you had been checking him out moments ago. “So I suppose we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then.”

If Jungkook notices your nervous disposition, he doesn’t comment. “Maybe,” He answers vaguely. “I work a lot—but I’m expecting some time off this week because I have midterms coming up and everything. You’ll probably be seeing me in my natural state with coffee and ramen noodles in my blood.”

“Touche,” You agree quietly, well aware that midterms are rapidly approaching and that you too will be surviving the week off hot cheetos and coffee.

The pair of you are about to trail off into silence (whether it be awkward or comfortable, it’s too hard to tell right now), before Taehyung reappears from his bedroom. He has his backpack slung around his shoulder and slightly more presentable clothing on compared to this original sweatpants and oversized t-shirt. “Ready to go?” He asks you, and you nod in return.

“Okay, see you back here for lunch, Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung says brightly. “Lucky for you, Y/N is making beef bowl—it’s to die for.”

Jungkook visibly brightens at the topic of consuming food. “Looking forward to it, hyung.” He fixes you with another smile. “See you later, Y/N.”

You give him another look, wondering if this is how the next few weeks are going to play out. Instead of returning the friendly, polite gesture of parting, you merely give him a coy smile. “Don’t eat my cheerios.”

To say that Jungkook is an interesting roommate (forget roommate, just human being in general) would be an understatement. He’s actually quite unpredictable—he just doesn’t fit into the stereotypical prototype mold you once assumed of upon first meeting Jungkook. It’s kind of unsettling to you. He never fails to surprise you.

One prime example of this finds you in a Tuesday afternoon as you use the spare key to Taehyung’s apartment to enter the empty space. At least, you think it’s empty.

As soon as you shut the door behind you, you immediately become aware of the running water sounding through the apartment. Frowning, you gently discard your backpack onto the breakfast table, eyes flinting to the post-it note taped to the surface, your name dancing across in Taehyung’s familiar scrawl.

Y/N,

I’ve gone to my professor’s office hours to ask some questions about the upcoming physics lab. I should be back in about 3 hours.

-Tae (his name is accompanied with his classic smiley face, one that makes you smile slightly)

It’s around this time that your ears pick up a distant melody echoing between the walls of the apartment. The melody is lead by a familiar tune that you can’t quite place, yet…

Then, the voice starts belting the song, using words this time instead of mere noises, and the realization makes the smile curl almost unconsciously on your lips, because Jeon Jungkook doesn’t just sing in the shower. He belts out the notes as if he’s front stage in the middle of a sold out concert.

It’s endearing. Cute, even.

Your lips curl down when you realize that your thoughts are betraying your previous attempts to dislike this boy as much as possible.

Before you can possibly try to decide your next motives, the sound of the running water shuts off. However, Jungkook is still singing. He is still singing (still quite loudly, mind you) as the door to the bathroom opens and suddenly Jungkook is standing right front and center in the middle of the hallway. Drenched in water, shirtless—hell, practically naked if not for the towel wrapped around his waist.

And you can’t help but stare again (God, is staring the only thing you can actually do when you’re around Jeon Jungkook?), because holy shit, who knew the very tired, very bitter, very eager-to-get-rid-of-you boy was so fit? Fuck, had he been lying to you this entire time about working overtime when he really just spends every pretty penny of his life at the gym?

It takes you a second to realize that Jungkook is actually asking you a question. “I—I’m sorry, what did you say?”

You will yourself to look at Jungkook, wondering whether you will see his amused smile or sly smirk this time, along with some sort of teasing on his part. It seems as if Jungkook is incapable of getting through one conversation with you without doing or saying something to get that red dusting your cheeks…

“I asked if you had been here this whole time.”

You fix your gaze upon Jungkook and realize with a shock that he looks positively nervous—there is red across his whole cheeks, his hand is scratching the back of his neck, and he looks as if he’s suddenly trying to make himself look as small as possible.

You’re sure at this point, you’re looking a little nervous about the situation you have found yourself in. “Um… sorry,” You apologize instead of actually answering his question, although you suppose that you technically are answering his question in this way. “If it makes you feel better, you have a really nice voice…?”

Jungkook merely flushes more at your observation. The sight is so unlike the normally very confident boy you’ve become accustomed over the past week, so unlike the boy who looks as if he prefers to hide his real emotions underneath layers of easy smirks and pre-rehearsed sentences.

He finally breaks the silence. “I don’t normally sing when people are around.”

“Hm, well that makes me feel special,” You say, surprising yourself with next the genuine words that come out of your mouth: “You’re really talented, Jungkook.”

When you slide your gaze back up to look at Jungkook, he has a dark look in his eyes, intensely studying your expression—as if studying the lines across for signs of sarcasm, and growing troubled when he can’t seem to find anything.

“Thanks.”

The pair of you transition into a tense silence, neither able to look away from the other. Even though you thought your self control had developed over the few minutes you were conversing with Jungkook, your eyes unconsciously dip lower, beneath his neck and take in his collarbone, the muscles along his stomach—!

“Like what you see?”

You blink and immediately rip your gaze away from his figure—making sure to flip him off in return, a gesture he chuckles at.

You can’t help but let out a groan as you stretch your arms over your head, tilting back slightly and sighing when you hear the final satisfaction of bones cracking. So far, midterms have been kicking your ass in the least pleasant way possible, and you would have agreed to fling yourself off the nearest cliff if it hadn’t been for Taehyung and Jungkook keeping you company when you decide to spend a majority of your afternoons with Taehyung to study.

Jungkook’s constant presence in Taehyung’s apartment has become so normal for you that you start to expect seeing him eating in the kitchen, napping on the couch, or flipping through the TV—“He already paid for half of my rent this month as a thanks for letting him stay with me, Y/N, stop glaring at him like that”.

Today is no exception as Taehyung shoulders open the door to reveal Jungkook leaning against the kitchen counter, a spoon in hand. Immediately, the latter freezes at your appearance, his mouth parted halfway. He looks as if he’s been caught doing something, something he’s been warned against in the past.

“Y/N, you’re here…” He says by way of greeting, watching you carefully to observe your future expressions.

You eye him suspiciously. “Yeah… my afternoon classes got canceled.” You narrow your eyes slightly. “Jungkook, what are you doing?”

“Nothing?” The answer sets you slightly on edge. What has Jungkook done this time?

“Seriously, what are you doing—?” You round the corner and stop immediately when you see what Jungkook has in his bowl.

It’s your Cheerios, completely filled to the brim.

“Those are my Cheerios!” You retort, pointing at them and then pointing at Jungkook. “You’re eating my Cheerios!”

Yes, they are your Cheerios, as you had so graciously pointed out to Jungkook the multitude of times the pair of you had been in the kitchen together—and you had felt it both your duty and obligation to constantly remind the boy about your own personal box of cereal you leave at Taehyung’s during the cases you really needed something healthy to snack on during the day. The box had been emptying rather quickly over the past few weeks, leaving you to constantly go out to refill the stock, initially thinking nothing of it, until right now…

“You’re the reason I’ve been running out so quickly!” You accuse, pacing quickly to the cabinet to dig through and find the box in question.

“It’s not my fault they’re so good!” Jungkook snaps back.

Taehyung merely watches the scene with another amused look, settling himself down at the kitchen table to get started on his homework.

You pull the Cheerios box out of the cabinet, face falling upon discovering how light it has become. “You finished the whole fucking thing?” You inquire incredulously as you open the box and realize that while it is not completely devoid of those brown little donut shapes you’ve become so fond of eating over the past few years, Jungkook should have might as well finished the whole thing. Without a warning, you turn around and throw the box at him. It hits the back of his head with a hollow bang. “Asshole, I just bought this yesterday!”

“Great!” Jungkook says back, mouth full of Cheerios, holding up an empty bowl. “You can buy some more today. I just finished this.”

You narrow your eyes as you bend down momentarily to swipe up the box from the floor, straightening to bring the cardboard back down on Jungkook’s head. Although you have a tiptoe slightly (because Jungkook is tall, and you height brings you up to his neck at best), there is still a high feeling of satisfaction as Jungkook sputters something incoherent upon the box making contact with his head again. There is more force behind the attack this time, because he hunches over and tries to make himself as small as possible. However, this only makes it easier for you to continuously hit him with the cereal box.

“Ow—fuck—stop that!” Jungkook crows. “Why are you hitting so hard—you’re a lot stronger than you look.”

“Damn right!”

“Okay—okay—shit, ow!” Jungkook continues. “Fine, fine—what if I bought the Cheerios myself?”

“Then you’ll just eat them all over again!”

“Two!” He manages. “Two—I’ll buy two! I’ll label them and everything!”

Satisfied with the events, you elect to stop hitting him with the Cheerios box. You step away, watching Jungkook straighten out, his cheeks red. “You’d better.”

Watching Jungkook grumble out his response makes the smallest of smiles curl on your lips. Just a little bit.

One month upon Jungkook’s intrusion in your life through fate brings you into Taehyung’s apartment, pocketing the keys as you try to balance the take-out food you have in your hands. “Hey Tae, Jungkook.”

You enter the apartment to find Taehyung sitting at the breakfast table, but you stop upon noticing something wrong with the situation before you. There’s no other tall, brown-haired boy lodging around, flickering through the TV, or dancing around in the kitchen, or blasting music from his laptop.

Taehyung seems to read your mind, because he barely even spares you a glance as he answers the question you are about to ask: “Jungkook left.”

You blink, unable to help the feeling of a brick falling in your stomach. “What?”

“His apartment was finished yesterday, so he moved back in this morning.”

You bite your lip. “Well, I guess the place will be a lot quieter with him gone huh?” You turn your back to him as you rest the take-out bag on the counter, internally cursing yourself and the feelings that rumble in your chest with the realization that Jungkook was out of Taehyung’s apartment. While a part of you was supposed to expect his eventual departure (his place in Taehyung’s house had always been temporary), you still feel slightly disappointed to know that you will no longer walk into Taehyung’s apartment to find Jungkook coming out of the shower—water sticking to his bangs—or trying out new recipes when it was his turn to cook dinner.

“Mm, is that take-out?” Taehyung inquires, drawing you out of your thoughts. He laces his fingers together and stretches them over his head.

“Yeah, it’s…” You trail off, turning to read the restaurant name plastered across the take-out bag. “Jungkook’s favorite,” You find yourself saying before you can stop yourself.

Something glints in Taehyung’s eyes.

He looks at his phone and momentarily starts. “Oh shoot, Y/N, I totally forgot that I have a study session in like, five minutes. I have to go.”

Your face falls slightly. “But I bought all this food!”

Taehyung is still wearing a smile you can’t quite read yet. “Try room 267—the one across the hall. He would probably enjoy having company tonight.”

You frown, rubbing at your forehead. “Tae, I’m not in the mood for your games.”

“Trust me,” Taehyung says, swinging his backpack over his shoulder and disappearing out of the apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Room 267… what on earth?

However, considering that you don’t have anything to lose, you grab the take-out box and make you way to 267, which so happens to be a few doors down from Taehyung’s. Not thinking too much into it, you knock on the door and wait.

Jungkook opens the door, and looks startled. “Y/N, what are you doing here?”

You stare at Jungkook for a second before you start to laugh, because Taehyung, that motherfucker. “Oh, Jungkook, hey, how are you?”

He bites his lip as if he’s trying to diffuse a grin. “I’m good. Happy to be back in my apartment. Tae’s couch was a killer on the back.”

“Ah, of course. I forgot how much the drama queen needs his beauty sleep,” You retort with a roll of your eyes.

“How else was I supposed to go around and impress you?” Jungkook plays along, winking a little as his grin merely widens in response. “So what can I help you with? I didn’t realize you would have missed me this much—I just left this morning.”

“You’re hilarious,” You sneer lightly. “But, uh, no, not really. Tae couldn’t eat dinner with me, and I bought way too much food so maybe you’d like to finish this with me?” You hold up the take-out, purposely showing off the name of Jungkook’s favorite restaurant, watching the way his eyes darken as he suddenly opens the door wider.

“You know I never say no to free food.”

“Yah, that reminds me, you still owe me 5 boxes of Cheerios now that you’re gone!”

Jungkook scoffs as he leads you towards the kitchen. The remodeling of his apartment had definitely done wonders to the place, despite the fact that you have never seen Jungkook’s place before the refurbishments. Everything looks cleaner and fresh, with a slightly more modern twist that looks so Jungkook for some reason—the sight makes you smile. “It was just 5 boxes!”

“Easy for you say—you were the one who ate most of them!” You retort as you place the take-out bag on the kitchen counter, suddenly becoming aware of how disarmingly quiet the apartment has grown.

Spinning on your heel, you notice Jungkook leaning against the wall, giving you a look you can’t quite place yet. “How about…” He starts in a slow, delicate sort of voice. “I make it up to you by taking you out on a date?”

You blink, having not expected that. “What?”

You must sound so exasperated by the question that Jungkook averts his gaze from you. “Well, I don’t know—it’s free food for you, and I’d be the one paying—!”

“No, no, it’s not the food.” You take a step forward, your heart beating a little quicker in your chest. However, in spite of this, you can’t help the slightly smug smile that finds itself across your mouth. “You’re asking me out on a date?”

“Well—uh, yeah.” When he sees your smile, he flushes. “You don’t have to say yes, I just thought I’d ask—I just think you’re really interesting… and I’ve kind of always wanted to get to know you more—you know, outside of Tae’s apartment.”

“Jungkookie-ah,” You drop in a teasing voice. “Are you trying to say you have a crush on me?”

He manages a half-hearted, one-shoulder. “Maybe—but maybe I’m also asking because I saw the way you were checking me when I was naked that one time, and I’m trying to spare you the embarrassment of you having to ask me out yourself.”

You choke. “You weren’t even totally naked.”

“That’s a sight you would have liked to see, huh?”

You shake your head. “You’re unbelievable. You know, for a guy trying to ask a girl out on a date, you’re not doing a really good job of selling yourself.” You’re trying to sound serious, but the smile in your voice completely gives you away.

Jungkook detaches himself from the wall. “I’m trying a few different tricks. Are any of them working?”

“Maybe you could try asking me a little bit nicer,” You challenge, tilting your chin up a little.

“I already did—!” Jungkook starts, but he stops when he catches your look. “Okay, okay.” He approaches you with a cautious tap in his step. He takes your hand, and you let him. “Y/N,” He starts, giving you doe-eyes and tilting his head a little to give you a look you can’t help but smile a little at. “Will you pretty please, with sprinkles on top of vanilla ice cream—because I know you hate cherries—let me take you out on a date?”

The little fact he throws in about the ice cream and the cherries makes a giggle erupt from the back of your throat, and you’re laughing a little. Jungkook watches you fondly.

“Yes I will—but now that you’ve bought up vanilla ice cream and sprinkles, you know that I’m expecting a part of this date to incorporate dessert.”

He grins as he leans forward and swiftly kisses your cheek. “Honestly, I would have been surprised if you weren’t.”

#jungkook scenario #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts scenario #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #traci writes #repost: workofteaguk #i wasn't going to upload this #but it had like 1k notes on my old blog #and i was really surprised by how many people liked it #and it was one of my first fics ever so why not

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draconiium · 8 years ago

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2, 9, 18!

roleplay munday [ x ]

2. are there any muses you have wanted to write for, but would be scared to try?

i said alm and ( situationally ) lukas, right? continuing with the SoV train, i think python. he was a character that really appealed to me in the game right from his character art, before i even knew anything about him. and then the more i got into him, the more i loved him, from his lackadaisical and dismissive demeanor to his surprising skills of perception and honest, common sense. on that note, his support with clive is by far my favorite support in the game.

i think my issue with wanting to play him is that, although his character overall is very relatable to me and god i just like.........feel him on a spiritual level, i don’t think i could do his voice very well. he talks in a very particular way, and i don’t think i could get across his python......ness to the degree it has to be done in order to be properly python. ahh, if only, though.

9. what’s one character trait you have in common with your muse? one trait you don’t have in common?

i did zeiss, so ig i’ll do leif haha. leif and i have so much in common that it’s incredible, honestly haha. aside from the depressing traits, we both feel really hard? i mentioned this about him in an earlier ask, but he just feels emotions really intensely, which is something i share. it’s interesting cause i don’t cry very easily when i’m sad or whatever, but i’m sort of really Extra about every emotion. i’m never lowkey. i don’t think i know what chill is. sometimes i have to stop in the middle of walking places because i’m just hit with a huge wave of emotion and it’s not even any emotion in particular -- i’m not happy or sad it’s just like..... intensity.

fight on, little leif.

i do not, however, have leif’s incredible tenacity and determination. i tend to give up on things easily, and if i’m beaten down because i failed at something, yeah probably not gonna give it a second go. he’s also motivated by spite and by other people telling him he can’t do something. “yeah well i’ll show you!” i am decidedly not. someone tells me i can’t do something and i’m more likely to be like yeah you’re probably right.

18. what is your writing process? do you work in bursts of inspiration or have set times for writing? do you start drafts at the beginning or jump around? do you edit?

i pretty much make myself write every day if i can, with a typical goal of 3 non-ooc posts per day on whichever blog i’m working on. sometimes i reach it; sometimes i don’t; sometimes i smash past it with flying colors. so in that sense i like to keep a regimen of cycling through my blogs and making sure i do something every day. honestly, if i relied on bursts of hella inspiration to do stuff, i’d probably just never get anything done because i’m just so lazy.

i open up a draft, and go from beginning to end straight, and then post it when i’m done. i don’t make notes for my ideas; i don’t do some parts of a reply first; and i personally cannot stomach leaving a draft half-finished so if i start it, i’ve gotta finish it in one sitting or else it’s going to drive me haywire.

the only editing i do ( and this is gonna sound really silly ) is adding in / taking out / adjusting a word here and there for the sole purpose of making the lines as even as possible LMAO. it’s not even because i don’t think it sounds right or something; it’s just because i hate the fact that the dashboard doesn’t have a text justify option and if my lines aren’t all as close to the end of the window as possible before they cut off, i can’t deal with it.

i’ll also sometimes merge or break up paragraphs if only is too grossly long or short and it messes up how the shape of the reply looks as a whole. aesthetics drive me crazy and are 100% the only reason i do any editing at all.

#( thank you! :'D )#wisdomxseeker #( ✉ )

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a year in review ♥

meme stolen from @isadorator!!! (also she stored all of her fic there and i stg as soon as i can rest i’m diving in ITADAKIMASU ♥)

January

puppeteer chapter 6 (aka that threesome one)

river flows in you

ladrien --- marichat-style

secret valentine --- the introduction

of all the things to start the year with //faceinhands

i think this was the ‘this is really fun but oh my god so exhausting and I HAVE STANDARDS TO LIVE UP TO NOW HE L P’ stage right here, feat. me losing my computer to hardware failure and continuing to attempt writing anyway :’D

(my biggest memory of this time is that i was writing an akumized!marinette fic in a private mobile browser window with gmail, of all places, and accidentally x’d out of the tab and lost like 5 hours of work :’D //never recovered from that whoops ;;;)

February

secret valentine!!!!

aka the month of proving that:

green smoothies really work for brainfuel

i am actually capable of (at least short-term) consistency

ladrien is Some Good Shit

spite really is the best motivator :’D

basically, i started following the ladrien tag and at least once a week someone would come up with a new meta about why Marichat Is Better Than Ladrien (often featuring, Ladrien Is Unhealthy and/or Ladrien Would Crash And Burn Fast, And Here Is Why), and do you know

as a ladrien shipper

how infuriating that was

the last straw was someone insisting that you really just couldn’t slowburn ladrien

and like

bitch?

p l e a s e.

(i fooled you all by acting sweet; this is who i really am :’D)

(i am absolutely the kind of person who would write the longest fic i’ve ever completed simply to slowburn it because someone said that it couldn’t be done :’DDDDDDD)

(fuck you, person whom i can no longer remember. i showed you.

...with this fic that you will never care to read, because i wrote it about your notp long after you’d voiced your thoughts about said notp :’D)

(#hallielogic)

March

no room for jesus

fun with friends and.... that’s about it

(o hai there, impending existential crisis >.>;;;;

it was a month of panic attacks and essays that were probably a lot less shit than my english professor wanted to tell me and do you know how hard that was for someone as anxiety-ridden and a-type as i am

do you)

April

ladrien --- wrong number

ladrien --- swim

ladrien --- hug

fake married au

boku no hero acadamia au

aka, the month where i found out how spiritbreaking it is to:

start to consistently fail to please not one, but two people you admire greatly

one of whom is your teacher and in charge of your grades

whose job it is to judge your writing

which is your Thing

who doesn’t like you, but is too pleasant to let it on to your face

while you’re dealing with abruptly losing the sympathy and patience of the one person you go to for emotional support (explanation: my mom went on hormone treatment and it fucked with her mood b a d)

while dealing with watching both of your parents’ heath deteriorate fast

april was h e l l o n e a r t h

fake married au was an emotional crutch that sort of kept me back from the brink, honestly :’D (look! see! i’m not a waste of existence! people like this thing i made!! see!!!)

(orz)

major, major s/o to @peridipshit and giselle (no tumblr that i know of ;;; ) for counseling me through more than one lunch-table breakdown :’D;;;

(now excuse me while i go find a paper bag ;;; )

May

aka the month of ‘i am too mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted to do jack shit, someone please put me out of my misery’

also the month bang bang on tumblr hit 1k notes!

June

no room for the devil

hope we don’t get caught kiss

pillow fight!

pillow fight! the second

a time travel snippet

July

get lucky

a bunch of 3 sentence/short fic aus that i’m not gonna link bc #lazy

aka the ‘well i’m not in that hellish situation anymore so i should be able to just bounce right back, right?’ stage followed by the ‘okay okay that didn’t work; let’s start smaller‘ stage

i still plan to finish get lucky someday --- maybe we’ll see how alive i am after spring semester :’D

August

more short au fics

scary sabine au

unnamed ladynoir flirting

abo au

sidekick au piece

genderbent au

pictured: me, pumping my fists and going ‘okay, okay, okayokayokay i can do this’

September

somebody loves you

mlnsfweek (unfinished, dang it)

ladynoir --- reunion

everybody talks

getting better, getting better

everything’s still pretty disconnected and i still couldn’t bring myself to commit to anything that’d take longer than a day, but... improvement (9′-’)9

October

beauxbatons au

enemies phineas and ferb au

stop desire

more break-taking /o/

getting used to writing on my phone to fill the long hours of boredom that had taken my schedule by storm \o\

(also, unseen, i joined the remix challenge and loved and hated it :’D

also also started being almost kindasorta able to take concrit again (after the hell of march/april), and so started working with mirth again for the first time in months ;; ♥ \o/!!)

November

yuri on ice fics~~

soulmate au

make ‘em blush

exorcist au

self-indulgent marichat/ladynoir

yet another enemies au

mari-the-oblivious-lesbian genderbent au

genderbent crack smut

d a n . Adrien ur bobbie s

two important things happened at once in this month:

1) f i n a l l y got a medication that seemed to agree with me??? after literal years of testing???? everything is brighter now holy shit???????

2) rp!!! with!!!!!! mirth!!!!!!!! :DDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

which of the above is to thank for my astonishingly good mood??? i have literally no idea

aaaalso i got to remix bully’s fic in the remix challenge and that was great and fun as heck????? holy shit :D

lowkey dipped into another fandom there for a lil bit, but got too frustrated with the source material and dropped it ;;;

tl;dr: all in all, november was pretty great

December

marichat kissing lessons

do it 2 me

high-class callgirl au

cap-inspired crack

cru-inspired adrinette fluff-crack

moooore enemies au

shake up christmas

gods and godesses au

not pictured: like, almost 20k of rp goodness :D

medication and rp continue to do the trick, i start back in on things i haven’t touched in ages (’i want the k’ memes and get lucky, specifically), and the aus keep coming

signed up for waaaay too much towards the end there and spent like a week on too much stress and f a r too much caffeine, but actually feel well enough these days to start seeking help when i need it?? amazing

idk, mild caffeine od aside, the year ended on a high note

Total Year’s Output: ao3 tells me that it’s 93,383 words, but that not including a bunch of stuff i never bothered to upload there, and/or are still in wip form

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

mmmmh, a little less? i was pulling a steady 10k a month towards the end of 2k15, which is when i started writing for real, but understandable, considering the whole mid-year mental breakdown and subsequent recovery :’D

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January 2016?

aus of any sort! like actual legit ‘let’s fuck shit up’ aus :D i’ve always wanted to, but always thought my tastes ran just too weird to pull any off in any readable, enjoyable format? the exorcist au and the gods and goddesses au are pretty good examples of the aus i come up with when left to my own devices, except that those are on the tame end of ‘weird’ for me :’D

also i’ve relaxed my rigid stance on ‘love square o n l y’ and dipped my toes into poly ships and things like adrialya, which i probably never would’ve done before :’D

What’s your favourite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest.

HOT MESS

HOT MESS IS MY MOST-ADORED CHILD

i’m still not 100% sure why, except that it’s got all my favorite lines and all my happy excitement and, looking back at it, it’s not phenomenal, b u t

it’s just??? got so much that i l o v e tied up in it

most of my favorite lines and really good memories and a dynamic i love and just.

it makes me so happy to have written it >/////< ♥

in things that i still love upon rereading, secret valentine is pretty up there tbh. somehow in all my stress to get it out and get it out good i... actually managed to hit a pretty sweet dynamic? idk i reread scenes from it sometimes and i still like it ♥

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the New Year?

i wanna see where i can go, if anywhere, with get lucky. i wanna see if i can finish it. i wanna know where it goes, goddamnit.

i also want to beat this year’s wordcount, if i can.

and, if i’m well enough in november, maybe take a shot at nanowrimo? //fingers crossed ♥

i’m looking forward to it ♥

#adventures in writing #feat. me having and recovering from am existential crisis or three ;;;#hallie speaks

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