hi im really sad about what i am about to say since i was able to meet amazing and such lovely friends through this (and my original) blog, but i don't think i'll be writing for hq anymore. i still love the characters that furudate has all blessed us with (theyre still rlly fun to read thanks to the fics of talented writers in the fandom!) but i've just lost the words and motivation to write for them -- which i think has been a long time coming since i havent had the motivation to start on my wips and since i've fallen into a new fandom i guess.
anyway, this blog would serve as an archive instead for the few works i have posted here.
summary: jungkook's had his fair share of kisses, but god yours is the best he’s ever fucking had
genre: jungkook x reader, fluff, romance, friends to lovers, college au!, angst but it's barely there
warning/s: mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of jimin and taehyung
words: 697
note: hello! this is kinda like my debut work here in the bts side of tumblr and i rlly hope you guys like it! + this fic was from one of my old hq blogs
“m’dizzy.” you slurred, still clinging onto jungkook's shirt as he tried to put you onto your feet.
it was no secret that you were a lightweight, that’s why you never really say yes to him or jimin whenever they invite you (more like beg, but jungkook would never admit that) to go out with them to parties or night outs — but he didn’t know that two shots of vodka were enough to have you turn into a giggling and clingy mess.
“c’mon, you drunkard, let’s get you cleaned up.” he said, tying your hair back for you while you sat on the toilet seat, talking about how fun the party was.
“kook,” you whined when you noticed that jungkook was barely paying attention to you. “you didn’t have to ditch the party to babysit me, tae offered to drive me home.”
“i wasn’t about to let you leave with a guy you just met.” jungkook scoffed as he opened a pack of makeup wipes. “and you were already shitfaced drunk, it’s not safe.”
it was true that he didn’t want to leave the party just yet, but when he saw how taehyung was getting too handsy — getting too close to you for his own good — as you hung on to every single word he spoke, it took every fiber in his whole body not to punch the guy in his stupid face.
and that was when he decided enough was enough for you.
you cooed, giggling a little as jungkook gently wiped off your makeup, tattooed fingers angling your face every now and then to see if he missed a spot. “kookie, you do care!”
“fuck, was i too obvious? maybe i should’ve just let you walk home.” he teased, chuckling at the pout on your pretty lips.
“oh shut up, you ass, i know you like me.” you singsonged with a dopey smile. jungkook froze mid-swipe, a blush dusting his cheeks.
again, this was true. jungkook has been pining for you ever since you partnered up with him for a project in literature class back in freshman year, but he’s just never had the balls to ever admit it to you — choosing to love and admire you silently than run the risk losing you.
recovering, he just snorted and turned away from you to dispose of the used makeup wipe (but it was really more to hide the fact that he was blushing). “you sure you only had two shots? you’re spouting —”
you reached out, laying your hand against his cheek, and gently turned his head so he could face you. “am i wrong though, kookie?”
jungkook’s’s breath was caught in his throat when he realized he was a hair’s breadth away from your face — your pretty eyes, now clearer, looking deeply into his, and the alcohol on your breath intermingling with your perfume invading his senses.
“because i like you.”
and before he could even let those words sink in, your lips were already moving against his.
too caught up in relishing how soft your lips were and how you tasted like cherries and vodka, jungkook — still frozen against your touch and processing what was happening — failed to realize that this was his chance to finally be able to kiss you after all these years of dreaming about it.
but fuck, your kiss was everything he’s ever dreamed of, soft and bursting with so much unspoken love.
you pulled back with a frown, cheeks flushed and lidded eyes brimming with tears at his lack of response. “i — oh my god. i’m sorry, i thought you —”
cursing himself, jungkook gently swiped his thumb against the corner of your eyes, chuckling softly as he tried to blink back tears of his own. “no, angel — fuck, yes i really fuckin’ like you, (y/n), but i-i just want to give you a kiss that you’ll actually remember.”
you smiled as you leaned further into his warm touch, eyes fluttering close. “then just kiss me in the morning to remind me.”
jungkook chuckled, heart pounding against his chest. “i’ll give you all the kisses you want, baby.”
Honestly I wish people with neurological disorders and mental illness talking to themselves was more normalized so here’s to people with autism who narrate things! people with adhd who talk out loud to remember stuff! people with tourette’s and tic disorders with verbal tics! people with psychosis who talk to their voices! people with DID who talk to their alters!
If you talk to yourself for any reason you are wonderful and not bad or weird. And if you see someone talking to yourself and think it’s weird? Maybe mind your own business!
i've been writing up initial evaluation forms and assessment tools for almost 4 days now :') my mind is running only on the clinical aspect now, to the point that i end up psychoanalyzing my friends now too 🤕
my attention span is just not with me today, but ive been thinking of mafia au! atsumu where you dont know that he's in the mafia but he comes home one night all bruised and bloody and he still has the nerve to give you a tired smile with a raspy "honey, im home"
my second semester and junior internship start on monday so i won’t be posting much by then (by posting i mean just spouting my ideas and rambling 😅) but i’ll be popping in every now and then!
i’m really sorry if i haven’t posted much content on the short time i was active, but hopefully by summer break after my summer term i can churn out some ideas!
college bf suna is that boyfriend who sets an alarm but hits the snooze button on purpose because he likes it when you call him to wake him up despite having just woken up yourself (and you even go out of your way to wake him up even on days when you don't have classes)
akaashi knows you set your alarm every night before bed (he always makes sure to remind you during your nightly video calls), but he still wakes up a couple minutes before your alarm goes off so he can call and be the one to wake you up with a raspy "good morning, my love," and a sleepy smile as he admires you and your adorably puffy face in the morning ("you're always beautiful, and seeing you first thing in the morning is the best way to start my day." akaashi smiled softly at you when you whined about him seeing seeing you in such a messy state)
one of my college bffs just got the prettiest minimalist tattoos ever and now i also want pretty minimalist tattoos 🥺 (and piercings !! i’ve been wanting to get pierced since last year)
