#nerd!jk

[jungkookfanfictionhappy]

This is one of those fics where, even though so much time passed since i last read it, I still remember most details. I really love these sort of stories where the reader is cool, nice and badass and jungkook is a hot cutie pie simp. Also the funny tone of it is chefs kiss 🤌🤌🤌

-------> lil drabble

chasing butterflies | jjk

you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.

pairing | jeon jungkook x reader

genre/warnings | fluff, college au, coffee shop au, pining, somewhat idiots to lovers, jock!reader, nerd/weeb/otaku!kook, swimmer!kook, jock!jimin, kook smiles a lot, reader is a dumbass, jungkook is a dumbass, everyone’s a dumbass tbh, love confessions, profanity, like a lot of profanity, smut: oral (f receiving), face riding, grinding, hickies, unprotected sex (wrap ur willy before things get silly kids!), creampie, soft!kook except when horny, this is somewhat crack-y, there’s also a very fair amount of secondhand embarrassment in this just fair warning i cringed a lot while writing it

word count | 12.8k | cross posted to ao3

a/n | i busted literally all of this in one day because i couldn’t sleep and had the idea for a coffeeshop au with pining nerd/jock, but i didn’t want to do the trope of pining nerd and i also kept seeing @strawbxxymilk‘s tags saying she was going to fight jungkook, so you can partially blame her for his (love u reni xx) i’m honestly REALLY in love with this fic, it was so much fun to write and even edit, like i honestly have never been happier with how a fic turned out.

If asked, you don’t think you’d be able to point to one exact moment that led to this. You aren’t sure why anything about your college life has been the way it is. You went through almost all middle school and part of high school intending on coasting through under the radar. You didn’t have many friends and you didn’t mind that, citing quality over quantity, and you definitely expected that to continue into your extended school career.

Somehow, though, you ended up on the volleyball team - the captain had seen you playing in a gym class and recruited you. She was adamant that with practice and training, you’d be great, and also they needed at least one more person if they were going to have any chance at competing that year. So you agreed, started practicing, got good, and…kept doing it. You were a talented player, and you made several close friends through the game, ones that had lasted you until even now.

You only got better and better, too, earning you more than one offer from various universities. It was exciting when you finally chose one, and even more exciting that your friend group almost tripled overnight. University teams were large, you discovered, and while that meant more competition, it also meant more friends. More friends that had more connections to people on other teams, in other sports, who were also fun and extroverted and threw really good parties. 

You like to think you’re still that little nobody from middle school. You enjoy your readings and your coursework, and a lot of nights you choose to stay behind in your shared apartment instead of going out. As much as you like to think that, though, you can’t help but face the truth every time you look in the mirror after practice or a game or a workout.

You’re a jock.

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[muniimyg]

BED CHEM // JJK

♡ extra: manifest that you're oversized

series m.list // taglist unavailable

warnings: smol argument (slight angst), jk and oc ignore each other for a few days,,, smut ! somewhat virgin au... jk guides oc and oc is unsure but curious the entire time !!! very domestic of them :') ,,, jk eats her out, jk lives out a fantasy and face fucks oc, oc tries cowgirl for the first time & jk takes over in the end lol. raw sex, both of them orgasm & get all mushy in the end <3

note: oh my gawd this smut took me so long to write . tmi one of the side effects of my meds is a lower sex drive so i haven't been in the headspace for this ,, i'm so happy i got around to it. obviously it's not perfect or even close to what i envisioned for them ,, but i also think that's what makes them so hehe haha .

enj !

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tuesdays are never good. 

jungkook decided this a long time ago. tuesdays are always the busiest—the most inconvenient and the longest. worst of all, with all of tuesday’s chaos—it means no you. 

that’s what jungkook hates the most. 

days without you. 

but today is an anomaly.

a breath above water.

a break.

his lab professor extended their assignment deadline. his afternoon class got canceled. shit, jungkook even hit a new personal record at the gym. 

not to mention that the weather isn’t miserable. for once, april isn’t pouring rain. instead, the sky is blue and the sunshines almost as brightly as you. currently, he’s on his way to surprise you with a matcha latte from your favorite cafe. which, was difficult for him to do. 

“one iced matcha with oat milk and less ice please.” 

god, it sounded so insufferable coming from his mouth… but it’s whatever. he’d do anything for you. you two have been together for almost one year and he’s utterly in love with you… he just hasn’t said it yet. 

you talked about it every now and then… how your favourite moments with him are the ones where he initiates seeing you. ever since you verbalized that, he’s been keeping a list of random things he could do in his notes app. though it’s a small act, getting you a surprise matcha is on the top of his list. 

your class should be ending right about now.

he timed his matcha gesture perfectly. 

and it is, because just as he rounds the corner, he sees you walking out of the building. surrounded by a group of people. jungkook snickers under his breath. of course. you’d never just walk out alone like a normal person. you always have an entire entourage.

as everyone disperses, he reaches for his phone.

nerd [11:45AM]: so popular nerd [11:45AM]: u have time for ur bf or what ? yn [11:47AM]: it’s tuesday :(  yn [11:48AM]: tuesday takes my handsome man away </3  nerd [11:48AM]: not today. i fought a few dragons, sailed across the 7 seas and crawled my way to u n shit  yn [11:49AM]: HAHAHAA yn [11:49AM]: wtf are u on  yn [11:49AM]: i’ll call u tn. focus on ur day. miss u :p  nerd [11:48AM]: turn around dummy  seen

he watches as you put your phone away and stretch your neck, scanning the area for him.

jungkook’s chest swells. but before your eyes land on him, someone else beats him to you. some guy—who jungkook assumes is a classmate—runs up from behind, surprising you.

you let out a playful scream, throwing your arms up as the guy engulfs you in a hug. and then—fucking then—he lifts you off the ground and twirls you around.

right then and there, jungkook feels his blood pressure skyrocket. irritation creeps up his spine, jealousy curling in his chest like a tightening fist. the guy sets you down, and you scan the area again. this time, your eyes find his. you brighten, beaming at him, and then—you point. 

to him. 

to jungkook. 

your boyfriend. 

and the guy follows your gaze, lifting a hand in acknowledgment. jungkook barely raises a hand back. 

half-assed. 

dismissive. 

unimpressed.

then, as if his patience wasn’t already paper-thin, the guy pulls you in for another hug before saying goodbye. jungkook rolls his eyes as you do this. just as he shifts his feet to close the distance, you’re already halfway to him.

you tilt your head, pouting. 

“hi baby—oh my god. is that for me?”

his gaze flickers to the iced matcha latte in his hand. 

then back to you.

before he can answer, you’re already leaning in, wrapping your lips around the straw and taking a long sip—right from the drink he’s still holding. he watches as your throat bobs, as you hum in satisfaction, as your fingers brush against his wrist.

without a word, he reaches over, slipping the tote bag off your shoulder and swinging it over his own. it’s muscle memory at this point. second nature, the way he carries your things like they’re his.

you tiptoe, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he turns at the last second, catching your lips instead. you giggle, and like always, your fingers intertwine with his, your free hand still gripping the matcha latte. 

suddenly and then all at once, jungkook can’t help but notice how pretty you are. 

just like that, his mood begins to fade. 

“how was class?”

“boring.” you frown. “i hate elective classes. they’re so extra for no reason. aren’t they supposed to be gpa boosters? what the heck are they doing assigning me exams and group projects? it’s painful.”

“it may be painful, but that doesn’t give you the excuse to be attempting to sext me during class.”

you glare at him. 

“it’s really annoying that you’re a nerd and actually care about my learning.”

“right,” he huffs. “i’m a shitty boyfriend.”

“you are,” you agree easily.

silence follows. 

but it’s not uncomfortable.

after a beat, you exhale. “oh, the guy earlier—he’s my first friend from first year. he just transferred, and his transcript has been all over the place. but he just found out his credits got accepted, so he doesn’t have to retake a class. fuck, i’ve been stressing for him all week.”

jungkook glances at you, voice softer now. “you shouldn’t stress over things that aren’t yours to stress about.”

“but he’s my friend. am i not allowed to care—”

“that’s not what i meant,” he interrupts, shaking his head. “you know that.”

you hold his gaze, the fight dying in your throat. you let it go.

“also…” you hesitate. “he invited me to his party on saturday. it’s a costume party.”

jungkook scoffs, rolling his eyes. “who throws a costume party in the middle of april?”

“the entire class is going.”

“okay,” jungkook says with a plain tone. “so what?”

“what do you mean so what?” you huff, stopping in your tracks to face him. “what’s with your mood?”

jungkook clenches his jaw. he doesn’t know. today was good—until he saw that guy hug you. “i don’t know,” he exhales. “sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to—”

“forgiven.”

he blinks. “that easy?”

“yes, because you’re coming to the party and you’re dressing up.”

he scoffs. “no, i’m not.”

“yes, you are.”

“i don’t do costumes.”

“well, you do now.”

he exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “babe—”

“don’t babe me.”

“i have a meeting with the dean about the marine conservation club and our potential donners. i’m not going to that stupid party and i was hoping you’d accompany me to my thing.”

you pause. 

“you decided that for me?” you ask. 

jungkook sighs. “i never said that. i said i was hoping you’d accompany me.”

“but you can decide right off the bat that you aren’t going to my thing because it’s not your crowd and it’s not important to you.” 

he stares at you. 

you glare at him. “newsflash, jungkook… i don’t give a shit about dolphins, but i do care about you. but there’s no way i’m going to your meeting with the dean to be your arm candy if you’re acting like this over a harmless costume party—” 

“that’s hosted by some guy who clearly wants to fuck you.”

his words come out faster than his thoughts to filter them. he knows how you’re going to react. he knows he’s digging himself a grave right now… but a part of him doesn’t care. he’s upset. he should have the right to express his feelings and the reality of the situation. 

your mouth falls open. 

“what?”

he huffs a humorless laugh. “come on, baby… you really don’t see it?”

“see what?” you furrow your brows. 

“he’s into you.”

you stare at him, brows furrowing. “jungkook, he’s my friend.”

“yeah? and how many of your ‘friends’ have tried to get with you? be honest with me… he at least had a thing for you, didn’t he?”

anger rises in your chest. “that’s not fair.”

“what isn’t fair? the truth?”

you gawk at him. “so what, you don’t trust me?”

“of course i trust you.” jungkook exhales sharply, looking away. he’s beyond frustrated at this point… and so are you. “i just don’t trust him.”

“holy shit, jungkook.” you shake your head, throwing your hands up. “it’s just a party. you’re blowing this way out of proportion.”

he doesn’t respond, jaw set, eyes fixed on the pavement.

“it’s stupid,” he breathes. “i’m not going. i don’t want you to go either, if i’m being completely honest.”

your face drops. 

you don’t mind the honesty… you hate the audacity. 

“you know what?” you walk forward and turn to him. with a final defeated breath, you tell him; “text me when you pick me over your stupid dolphins.”

then, just like that, you turn on your heel and walk away, leaving him standing there, fists clenched at his sides. jungkook watches as you shove the matcha latte into the nearest trash bin and storm off towards the direction of your home. 

his feet feel glued to the ground for some reason. 

the rational thing to do is run after you, apologize, and make up with you… but instead, he sulks. jungkook turns the other direction, choosing to be a complete idiot.

you don’t text him that night. 

you don’t call him the next morning, either.

jungkook doesn’t reach out, but you catch him viewing your stories, and liking your tiktok reposts. 

he lingers closely when you hang out with the guys throughout the week. like maybe he’ll say something. like maybe he’ll tap your shoulder and ask if you still want him to come. but he doesn’t.

you bump into him around campus once. 

you pass each other—his eyes flick to yours, but you look past him. not out of malice. you just don’t have the energy for his half-hearted apologies or defensive silences. you don’t want him to say sorry because you asked him to. you want him to say sorry because he means it. 

when thursday passes with no message, you wonder if he’s really not coming.

you wonder if he’ll just let this linger, like it doesn’t matter.

you go shopping with your friends on friday. pick out a costume that’s just silly enough to make you feel like yourself. 

then it’s saturday.

and you still haven’t heard from him.

the party is lame. 

you hate to admit it, but maybe jungkook was right. costumes in the middle of spring? it just doesn’t feel right. regardless, you're laughing at a story you’re only half-listening to.

you’re having fun. 

you swear.

you’ve been having fun for the past two hours. smiling, mingling, keeping the energy light… but your phone’s screen is a little too smudged from checking it every ten minutes.

no texts.

you open instagram. he watched your story.

you close it again.

you’re mid-sip when someone bumps your side—not too hard, just enough to jostle the drink. you turn instinctively, lips parting to apologize, when you see him.

jungkook.

in his marine conservation blazer, white shirt crisp under the low light. tie loosened, hair pushed back like he’s been running his hand through it all night.

and on his head?

tiger ears.

he doesn’t say anything at first. just stands there beside you like he’s been there the whole time. then he glances down at you, voice low and casual.

“you waiting for your shitty boyfriend to text you?”

you blink at him.

“you’re a tiger.”

he nods. “roar.”

you snort. “do they even roar?”

he rolls his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s trying not to smile. then he shifts, turning to face you properly. his hands find your waist without question, like that’s still his place. like you’re still his.

his voice softens. 

“they roar. and they say sorry.”

you look at him.

"sorry," he adds. his brows are furrow just a little, like he means it. like he’s been thinking about it all night. like the headband was his way of saying i miss you in the dumbest way possible.

you reach up, adjust one of the ears so it’s standing upright again.

“well... you look stupid.”

“you like it.”

“unfortunately.”

he presses his forehead to yours, sighs quietly. you glance at the headband again, then back at him. he’s fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt, refusing to meet your eyes. for once, jungkook looks nervous. 

you soften.

“you didn’t have to come. we would've worked it out regardless.”

“i know,” he says quietly. “and i would’ve been here faster but the dolphins…”

“those damn dolphins,” you laugh. 

he joins you. 

then, a beat.

then he lifts his gaze, eyes meeting yours for the first time in days.

“i wanted to come,” he confesses. “i want to be wherever you are.”

and just like that, the fight breaks into dust.

you step closer, close enough to touch. your hand brushes his. he doesn’t move, but his pinky curls around yours like muscle memory.

you don’t talk about the argument. you don’t ask if he’s sorry. you don’t need to.

you lean in, voice lower now.

“one dance. and then we go.”

he rolls his eyes, but there’s the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “just one?”

“two.”

“three.”

the door clicks shut behind you.

you kick your shoes off with more force than necessary and drop your bag somewhere near the wall. jungkook follows behind, slower, undoing the top button of his shirt as he steps inside.

the silence isn’t uncomfortable. just thick. waiting to be cut. so here you two are—ripping the bandaid off.

you turn to face him.

“you were a dick.”

he nods. “i know.”

“and jealous. for no reason.”

another nod. “i know that, too.”

you cross your arms. “so?”

“so…” he sighs, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt like he needs something to fidget with. “i got in my head. and then i got mad about being in my head. and then i made it your problem. i'm sorry i said all that. but also, i don't think i'm wrong to feel intimidated by him. he's someone from your past.”

you watch him. you don’t say anything.

he finally meets your gaze.

“i trust you,” he says, voice quieter now. “i do. i just… get scared sometimes. that someone else will be better. smarter. funnier. more patient with me when i’m acting like a five-year-old.”

you blink at him. “you’re not five.”

he snorts under his breath.

“you’re like… seven. max.”

he huffs a small laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit.

“i should have considered why it could have made you feel uncomfortable. shit, you gave up tutoring just because for me... although you could have said it in a nicer way, i understand where you were coming from... and not to mention... you’re the smartest person i know,” you say with no hesitation. “i’ve never met a bigger nerd than you. i wouldn't worry about me dumping you for an even bigger nerd. don't think i could handle more nerdology behaviour.”

jungkook cracks a smile.

still, he huffs in frustration and tsks. “i… i just didn’t want to lose you over something dumb. i hate messing things up with you,” he murmurs.

you step toward him, hands slipping under his blazer, palms resting against his chest. 

“you aren't messing anything up.”

his hand covers yours. his eyes flick between yours.

“i'm really trying, ___. i swear.”

you nod, smiling sweetly at him. “you did good tonight.”

“the ears?”

“the ears.” you smile. “very charming.”

he leans in slightly, voice lower. “wanna pet me?”

“maybe later.”

jungkook rolls his eyes before dipping his head low. he kisses you for the first time in so long and literally feels his heartache dissolve. you reach over his neck and kiss him with more passion. then, when you pull away, you murmur; “i’m sorry i wasn’t very patient. can you and the dolphins ever forgive me?”

“forgiven.”

kiss. 

“that easy?”

kiss. 

“you’re too pretty to stay mad at.”

jungkook is laid back against his pillows, hands planted lightly on your thighs like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to grip you tighter yet.

you’re straddling his lap, your fingers curled into the open collar of his shirt, your lips pressed to his like you’re trying to memorize the shape of him again. like you need him to know: i missed you.

his mouth moves under yours—eager, but letting you set the rhythm.

you pull back just a little, your breath shallow. “we were really mad at each other. didn’t even text.”

his eyes open slowly. “yeah,” he murmurs. “i hated it.”

you lean down, kissing the corner of his mouth. “me too.”

before he knows it, your fingers make their way to the buttons of his shirt. you begin to unbutton them, one by one. his breath shakes. this is only the third time you two have ever had sex… the first time you’ve ever initiated it, too. the first few times you two have had sex, it’s always been a little slow and soft. he’s always been sure to make it as easy as possible for you because, in your words, it feels weird. 

you like it, of course. 

it’s just different. losing your virginity recently to him is a completely new experience. in all honesty, he’s done everything right so far. jungkook is always so gentle and caring. but something about the way you look at him right now tells him that maybe… tonight that isn’t what you want. maybe, you don’t want gentle. 

you want him… 

hard. messy. hot. 

“can you take this off?”

jungkook freezes. 

then, his hand slides up your waist, thumb brushing under your shirt. “you’re sure? we don’t have to.”

he wants you to be sure. he wants you to know that sex is always in your control and that you get to have it your way. to finish your way… to start? this is new. it makes him nervous too… but excited more than ever. 

your reply is barely a whisper. 

“kiss me again.”

and so he does. 

slower this time. 

deeper. 

one hand cups the back of your head, the other squeezing your hip like he’s finally letting himself touch you the way he wants to. the kiss grows hotter, messier—your teeth graze his lip, and he exhales a shaky breath through his nose like he’s barely holding it together.

“fuck,” he whispers. “missed you so much.”

you smile against his mouth. “good.”

jungkook is buried between your legs. 

he kisses your thighs slowly, slightly lifting his head up for air. then, he reaches over to your hips and palms them, pressing some pressure. without warning, he dips his head low and begins to eat you out again. 

his tongue flickers back and forth, fast and messy. he digs his nose in as he sucks your clit and pulls away. he takes his time, flattening his tongue against your clit. your toes curl, your head throws back, and your stomach tightens as the feeling. 

“d-don’t laugh at m-me, okay?” you stutter.

he lifts his head. 

“what’s wrong?”

“i… i t-think i might pee,” you pant. “i don’t wanna pee.”

jungkook chuckles, not mocking, just warmly. 

“you’re not gonna. promise.”

your eyebrows furrow. “but what if i do? that’s so gross.”

“do you want me to stop?”

you nod. 

“sorry.”

jungkook shakes his head and reaches over to kiss your forehead. “don’t apologize. let’s do what you want and what makes you feel good, okay?”

you swallow. 

“w-what do you wanna do?” you ask him shyly. jungkook breathes you in, resting hs body on top of yours. like second nature, you wrap your arms around him and hold him close. he trails kisses on your neck as you murmur; “i wanna do something for you too.” 

he smiles against your skin. 

“we don’t have to do anything,” he tells you honestly. “we can just go to sleep—”

“do you wanna fuck my face?”

his breath hitches. 

“uhm…” jungkook shifts and chases your eyes. you stare into his eyes and smile warmly. “w-what?”

you shrug. 

“i wanna try it,” you confess. “and you mentioned it once jokingly… why not, right?” 

he blinks at you. 

before he can register this, you shift and slide lower down the bed. he lifts his body, following your lead and positioning himself. jungkook kneels over you, straddling your chest. his knees are on either side of your body with one hand on the headboard for balance… the other cradles your cheek, thumb swiping your puffy lips. 

“if it’s too much—”

“i wanna take it,” you pout. “manifested for you to be oversized. this is me facing my consequence.” 

that’s all it takes 

as jungkook tilts his head with a playful smirk, he shoves his heavy cock inside your pretty mouth. he shifts his hips forward slowly, sinking himself deeper inside your mouth. 

“too deep?” he asks, fingers brushing your hair back. 

you shake your head, eyes watery but committed. 

shakily, he lets out a deep and wrecked groan. he drags his cock out, bringing the tip to your lips to play with. you swirl your tongue around it, playing with his slit. he inhales sharply before you part your lips for him to thrust himself back in again. jungkook then slides his hand to cup the back of your head, lifting you just a bit for a better angle. the slight move causes you to gag around him. 

his stomach sinks. 

he pauses instantly. 

“you okay?”

you blink twice at him and begin to suck him off. jungkook throws his head back, moving in slow and shallow thrusts. he tests the waters, as the headboard begins to creak. 

“god,” he moans. “look at you, baby… taking me so well. i’m so fucking proud of you.”

then, his pace gets a little rougher. his hips roll forward with more intent, but his hand stays gentle on your head. he doesn’t force you to take more. when you moan around him, your nails begin to dig into his thighs. 

“shit—baby,” jungkook begins to lose his breath. “say something… gonna cum just like this.”

you pull off for air. 

“you can… if you want.”

jungkook hisses. “you can’t say shit like that.”

then, he leans over you, bracing both hands against the headboard now. he cages you in. his abs flex with each thrust, and the view of him above you—eyes wide, flushed chest heaving—is seared into your memory forever.

god, he’s so handsome. 

you keep your hands on his thighs, letting him set the pace. he watches you the entire time, making sure you’re doing okay. it backfires, though because all he can notice is how your mouth stretches around him. how your eyebrows furrow and how your eyes flutter shut like you enjoy this.

spoiler: you do enjoy this. 

then, he feels his body tighten. 

he knows the feeling all too well. 

without warning, he pulls himself out and with a groan—drops down to kiss you. 

“gonna stop,” he pants. “gotta be inside you when i finish.”

you let out a laugh against his lips. “okay,” you agree. “want you to finish inside me too.” 

with that, you feel your legs tremble when he pulls you upright. he kisses you slow and settles back against the pillows. his cock is angry, twitching between his thighs. jungkook pulls you into his lap. 

you hesitate a little, as you swing a leg over. your knees rest on either sides of him. his eyes flicker to the way your hands hover above his chest. you look unsure… but also desperate. he can’t fight with that. 

“what do you wanna do?” he asks gently, fingers tracing your thighs. 

“wanna ride you,” you say shyly. “like cowgirl… b-but—”

“you don’t know how?”

“i’m gonna look stupid.”

he rolls his eyes at you. “not possible.”

jungkook leans in, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “take your time with it. you’re in control. i’ll help you figure it out, okay? do what you want. i’m all yours, baby.”

with that, he lies back as you grab the base of his cock rather awkwardly. you lower yourself down slowly. sinking inch by inch, you gasp. 

“sorry—”

“don’t apologize,” he reassures you, as he reaches over and helps you line himself up. “here, like this.”

jungkook holds himself still while you slowly sink down. your hands are planted on his chest, steadying yourself. he groans as he feels your tight pussy clench. his hands grip your hips tightly. you let out a shaky breath in response. 

you both pause when once you realize you’ve taken him in fully. 

you catch your breath as his hands soothe up and down your sides. 

“f-fuck.”

“you okay?”

“yeah,” you nod, taking a deep breath in. “just… big.”

jungkook chuckles, leaning in for a kiss. “your fault.”

you let out a small laugh as he rubs circles on your hips. you adjust, locking eyes with his. 

“should i move now?”

he blinks at you. “yeah. try rocking your hips. you don’t have to bounce or anything—just move how you feel.”

you nod and try it.

it’s awkward at first, but his hands guide you. soon enough, you’re rolling your hips against his. the slow grind of your bodies both make you moan. you feel his cock harden inside you, and the sharpness is something you never expected to love so much. it feels so good. jungkook’s head lolls forward, kissing your breasts and then your neck. 

he’s breathless. 

“that’s it,” he praises. “good girl… you’re so perfect, baby.”

you lean in to kiss him. then, you pick up your pace. you roll your hips forward, grinding and humping him however your body wants to. he’s biting his bottom lip as your movements quicken and you begin to feel tingling in the pit of your stomach. you chase the feeling by riding him harder. soon, you begin to let out breathey moans. 

“ohh,” you almost cry. “f-fuck. oh my god…” 

“that’s it,” jungkook moans. “shit. just like that.”

you fuck him harder. 

jungkook slaps your ass and you let out a whimper. as you two fuck, you begin to feel the pressure of it all weigh in on you. for some reason, as you look at him, you can’t help but pant and want more of this insane feeling. 

“look at you,” he hisses. “you’re doing it, baby. fuck. you’re riding me.”

before you know it, you’re whimpering. 

your grinding gets lazier but the high is still there. you’re out of breath, sweaty and tired. you’re still moving in his lap, but your thighs are burning. he looks up at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. 

(he hasn’t)

“you okay?”

you give him a small breathless nod. even before you tell him with words, jungkook pulls himself out and reaches over to you. he checks in you. 

“everything okay?”

again, you nod but your rhythm falters. your legs shake a little as you try to lift yourself and sink again. you whimper, frusterated at yourself. 

“sorry—”

“hey,” jungkook murmurs, quickly sitting up. he kisses your forehead. “you’re doing so good. nothing to be sorry about.”

“i think my legs are giving out,” you murmur, nuzzling into the side of his neck. “but don’t wanna stop.”

he chuckles, running his hands up and down your back. jungkook kisses your jaw. “lay back for me?”

before you can even answer, he shifts—scooping an arm under your knees and the other behind your back, rolling the both of you with practiced ease until you’re lying against his chest, back to his front.

“this okay?” he asks, lips brushing your ear. 

you nod quickly, already breathless as he hooks your thighs over his, keeping you wide open while he stays deep inside you. his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you in tighter, grounding you completely.

he starts to thrust again—slow, deep rolls of his hips that push into you from underneath, the angle making you whimper. your head tilts back onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you melt into him, letting him do the work.

jungkook fucks you like this for a while. you focus on your breathing and the feeling of him inside you. all your thoughts and efforts crumble when he places his hand over your pussy and begins to play with your clit. 

“j-jungkook… i can’t—”

“you can.”

“i’m gonna—nghhh…. oh my g-god. jungkook!” 

your body starts to tremble, back pressed flush against his chest, every nerve ending alive as he keeps grinding into you from beneath.

his arms stay locked around your waist, one hand splayed over your stomach, holding you still while the other toys with your clit—soft, steady strokes that match the rhythm of his hips.

“fuck—” you gasp. “jungkook—i think—i’m gonna—”

“i know, baby,” he whispers, his voice shaky but so sweet. “you’re close, yeah? it’s okay.”

his mouth is right at your ear, so gentle despite how deep he is inside you.

“breathe through it,” he hisses. “i feel your pussy tightening. you’re gonan cum soon and your instict is to hold your breath—don’t. i want you to breathe through it. want you to feel it all, okay? can you be a good girl and do that for me, baby?” 

you whimper. 

“uh... mhmmm... shit, shit, shit! nghh… i… i’ll try.”

jungkook fucks himself inside you deeper and harder. you hold your breath as you take him in, and then shut your eyes to exhale. 

you breathe through your nose, trying to focus on his request. 

and when you do—your body curling forward, a desperate whimper falling from your lips—he wraps you tighter in his arms, guiding you through it with slow, grounding thrusts, his hand not leaving your clit until you're twitching and whining from the overstimulation.

you cream his cock. 

“you’re so perfect,” he breathes, kissing the side of your neck. “you did so good for me. so fucking good.”

you’re still catching your breath when he carefully lifts you off, laying you back down on the pillows.

“you okay?” he asks, brushing your hair from your face.

you nod, dazed, your skin flushed and glowing. he kisses your forehead.

“gonna finish, yeah?” he whispers. “just wanna be close.”

and then he’s sliding back in—slow and deep—his body over yours, elbows tucked beside your head as he holds himself up just enough to look at you.

“feels so good,” he moans, dropping a kiss to your cheek. “so warm.”

your hands trail up his back, pulling him in. his movements are less frantic now, more like he’s savoring it—each roll of his hips drawn out, every kiss messy and sweet.

“look at me,” he whispers, foreheads touching. “wanna see you when i cum.”

and when he does—hips stuttering, a low groan leaving his throat—you kiss him through it, soft and open-mouthed, your fingers carding through his hair as he falls apart right there, with you.

his whole body trembles, but he doesn’t move—doesn’t leave. just stays wrapped around you, breathing hard, kissing your lips again and again like he doesn’t want to let you go.

just like that, jungkook cums inside you—filling your pussy up with every ounce of himself. 

you’re draped over him like a blanket, one leg tossed over his hips, face tucked into the crook of his neck. the room is quiet, save for the low hum of the fan and the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing as it evens out.

jungkook's fingers trace lazy shapes along your thigh, slow and thoughtless, like he’s just making sure you’re still there. still his. still real.

beside you, hello kitty stares from the edge of the bed. a little crooked. still wearing the ribbon he tied on her hours ago.

“you think she judged us?” you mumble against his collarbone.

his chest shakes with a quiet laugh.

“she was appalled. horrified, even.”

you snort.

“poor girl didn’t sign up for that.”

“we should apologize.” he suggests. “sorry, kitty.”

you giggle agaisnt his chest. then, you lift your face and say; “next time… i think the tiger ears should stay on.”

he stills, then looks down at you slowly—like you just said something criminal.

“what’s with you and props? if it’s not my glasses, it’s the tiger ears. what’s next? blindfolds and whips?”

“i’m dead serious.”

“oh, i know. that’s the scary part.”

you both dissolve into soft laughter, his fingers still moving along your bare skin. at some point, he tugs hello kitty into the covers, nestling her between your bodies like a little buffer. a witness, maybe. or a silent secret keeper.

your eyes flutter closed soon after. sleep is winning.

but jungkook stays awake a little longer. watches you. breathes you in.

and once he’s sure—sure your breathing is slow and even, sure you won’t catch him in the act—he leans down, presses a kiss to the crown of your head, and whispers against your skin like it’s sacred.

“___?” jungkook whispers, voice low and careful, like he’s scared of waking you.

he shifts a little, just enough to see your face in the soft lamplight. your lashes are fanned out across your cheeks, your lips slightly parted, breath slow and steady.

you don’t answer.

he watches you in silence. listens to the hush of the room and the tiny creak of the mattress as he adjusts his arm under your waist. your leg is still hooked over his hip, and your fingers rest gently on his chest—right over the spot where his heart is beating just a little too fast.

maybe you’re asleep. maybe you’re not.

but he takes the chance anyway.

he turns his head, nose brushing the side of yours. and with a kiss so soft it almost doesn’t land, he presses his mouth to your hairline.

“i’m so in love with you,” he breathes. not even a whisper—more like a confession carried on his last exhale. “i love you.”

you don’t move. don’t speak. don’t flinch or blink.

but your fingers twitch. just slightly.

and then they curl in, sinking into the fabric of his shirt. slow and gentle, like your body coudn’t help but respond before your mind caught up. like your heart heard him first.

jungkook’s eyes flutter close.

he doesn’t say anything else. doesn’t push or ask or even hope. he just sinks a little deeper into the sheets, into you, pulling you closer like maybe, if he holds you tight enough, the moment won’t break.

and you—still quiet, still pretending—feel everything.

the weight of his arm around you.

the warmth of his skin against yours. the truth of what he said lingering in the space between your bodies.

you don’t say it back.

not yet.

but you feel it, too. so, in your head you say it back. drifting to sleep, tangled with the love of your life—

i love you too. 

[mister0ctopus]

Dolbeault's Theorem

Pairings: Top (wink hehehehe) Student JK  x Reader

Summary:  When you found out you’d be paired with the smartest guy in class for a math project, you couldn’t help but anticipate all the things you could learn from him.

Ratings: 18+ ONLY!!! MDNI!

Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents, JK is a warning but its ok because he is jeykey!!! they’re kinda cute idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

Au/Genre: Smut (X), Fluff if you squint (-_-), college au

Word Count: 2.1K

Note: This is my first post… kinda nervous, but fuck it lololol please let me know what you think!!! Aaaaaaaagh

:)

🐙 Masterlist / AskMe!

When you found out you’d be teamed up for a math project with the smartest guy in class, you have two reasons why you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning like a fool:

you were certain your grades were gonna be great! At least you knew you wouldn’t fail.

you’d been nursing the fattest crush on him since last year.

There was just something about the way he explained complex formulas, his voice always calm and gentle. And then, there was the way he pushed his glasses up his nose, almost absent mindedly, mid-sentence while he’s patiently simplifying every confusing calculation.

So, you found excuses to sit closer to him. To brush your hand against his “by accident.” You don’t miss the way his jaw tightens. But he never touched you back. Never gave any indication he noticed your lingering glances or the way your voice softened just for him.

So, when imagining how his lips, or his cock, might taste as you touch yourself at night wasn’t enough anymore, you decided to take a chance. It was bold, it was brave. But you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

One late afternoon, when the two of you were alone in the lab, you pushed your luck. It started with a subtle brush of your breasts against his arm while pretending to look at his computations. He froze, but he didn’t move away. Encouraged, you pressed harder and you saw his hand curl into a fist, his breathing falter, his jaw clench like he was fighting something within himself.

And then, when you felt there was no going back, you leaned closer, grazing your lips against his.

Silence.

Just the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t move either. And just as you were about to wish the ground would swallow you whole -

Jungkook kissed you.

It was gentle but full of intent. He kissed you like he had been waiting, holding back, and now he couldn’t any longer. He kissed you like he was studying you, tasting you, learning you.

From that day forward, you weren’t just partners in math—you were partners beyond the four walls of the classroom. Partners in exploring each other's bodies, learning each other's sweet spots, tasting each other's skin.

And as days pass you learn a lot about him – like how he’s gentle in the classroom but not in the bedroom. How he spoke softly in school, but rough in bed.

And you couldn’t help but anticipate all the things you could learn from him.

So, when Jungkook offered to teach you Dolbeaut’s Theorem, he didn’t realize the kind of lessons you were truly eager to receive from him.

The moment he sat in his chair and started explaining how Dolbeault's theorem is a complex analog of de Rham's theorem, your mind was on the dripping need between your thighs. So when he told you to focus on the lesson, you dropped to your knees, unzipped his jeans, freeing his already hard cock, your mouth watering at the sight of it.

Your tongue licking along the length of his cock, measuring his girth with your soft, eager lips, wrapping around his swollen tip.

His groans and filthy sounds filled the air as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper. His fingers tangled in your hair, pushing your head down further.

You choked, tears spilling down your cheeks as you took him to the base, your throat tightening around his cock.

“Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum,” he hissed, voice strained as you licked and sucked, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head. The salty taste of his pre-cum drove you wild, and you feel your cunt clench.

He tastes so sweet so sweet you want more.

And when he couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed you by the jaw, another hand on your back, as he pushed you to the bed.  

You were about to crawl onto the mattress when he grabbed you by the ankle, flipping you onto your back. In one swift motion, he dragged you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide.

His mouth lapped on your wetness, his tongue flicking over your clit with determined precision. Your back arched as he sucked hard, the nasty wet sounds of his tongue against your pussy filling the room.

“Jungkook!” you cried, your hands fisting in the sheets.

He smirked against you. “So wet for me.”

When he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, your vision blurred. He pumped them hard and fast, his lips never leaving your clit.

“You taste so fucking good,” lips glistening as his fingers slammed into you harder, hitting that spot, driving you to the edge of release. But just when you were about to cum, he pulled away, leaving you gasping.

“Fuuuucccck!!! Kook, please!” you gasped, your voice trembling.

And as you writhed in need, hands clawing the sheets, he grinned – or was that a chuckle?

“Hmmm? What’s that baby?”

“Please baby, please…” you begged, whining, as you watched him pump his hard member, tip glistening with pre-cum. He rolled a condom over his length as he watched you squirm. He towered over you as he slapped his cock against your slick entrance, teasing you as he smirked.

“I need words baby girl” he taunted, tapping your swollen clit with the head of his cock.

You just groaned as you stared at his toned abs. Your hips lifted to try and take him in, but he held you down with a firm hand on your stomach.

“Fuck… this pussy” as he pressed just the tip of his cock inside, stretching you torturously slowly.

“Oh god…baby, please. More!” you pleaded, as your breath hitched in need.

“Greedy little whore,” he chuckled, sliding an inch more, slowly.

Oh, you want more. You need more more more -

“You think you can just suck my dick like that?”

You whimper in torment, sobbing, breaking –

He pushed another inch in quick and steady motions, but still not burying all in. And it's driving you crazy, so crazy you claw on his biceps.

“Jungkook! Please!!!”

He chuckled again, staring you down like the beautiful, pathetic mess you were. “You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, his gaze drinking in every inch of you.

Your velvet skin glowed under the light of the computer screen, and your dark hair sprawled messily across his bed.

You grind yourself to him, trying to take more of his hard dick.

“Goddamn baby. You want this dick? You want to take it all?” he growled, pushing in another inch, making you cry out.

Utterly helpless and succumbing to need, you yelled. “Jungkook, please! I need you to fuck me hard baby please!”

He gave a raspy laugh, leaning over you, his eyes dark with a promise. A warning?

“You act like a slut, you’re gonna get fucked like a slut. Do you understand?”

And with both his hands on your jaw, he slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Your scream echoed in the room as he set a punishing pace, his cock hitting deep, every thrust stealing the breath from your lungs.

“goddamn, so fucking tight” he hissed, one hand now gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.

You cried his name because words left you, and you can no longer form coherent sentences. You were so drunk on lust, feeling full of his dick – and yet, you still want more. You craved his dick every day and you couldn’t get enough of him.

“Turn over baby. I wanna see your ass” he ordered, flipping you onto your stomach before you could process his words. He yanked your hips up, pressing your face into the mattress as he entered you from behind. His hand fisting your hair, pulling your head back as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You like being used, don’t you? Being my little toy to fuck however I want?”

 “Yes! Fuck!” you sobbed, your body trembling as he pounded into you.

He bit his lip, feeling you clench around his cock, his free hand snaking around to pinch your nipples, then your clit.

“You’re taking me so well.”

Your body tensed, the knot in your stomach tightening, your head blank but seeing stars, and all you can feel was his dick slamming torturously inside you. And as you thought you couldn’t feel fuller, he inserted his thumb into your asshole, his pace never faltering as he stretched you further.

“Fuck!” you cried, your head spinning from the overwhelming sensation.

“You like that?” he chuckled, his voice dripping with pride. “Taking my cock and my thumb like a greedy little slut?”

You could barely respond, drool in your mouth, your moans turning to screams as he fucked you harder, faster, both holes clenching around him as you feel the build to an unbearable peak.

“Speechless now, are we? You like all your holes filled?”

He grabbed the base of your hair, pulling you back to him so you could feel his chest, and hear him whisper filth in your ears. You’re feeling everything, everywhere all at once.

You’re so close, so fucking close –

“You coming baby?”

You could only respond with a nod and noises unknown to man.

“Yeah?”

His thumb pressing deeper, his cock slamming into you relentlessly as he bites the side of your jaw.

“Then come for me”

Your release hit like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as you screamed his name, along with words you couldn’t comprehend.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You come so hard you collapse on the mattress. How Jungkook can make you feel like his nasty little whore, you also don’t know. But you love it.

But just as you thought he was done, Jungkook’s hand slid between your thighs again, his thumb brushing over your abused clit. You jerked, a whimper escaping your lips as the overstimulation sent a jolt through your body.

“Oh, you thought we’re done?” panting, with a smug grin spreading across his face. "We’re not done baby."

“Jungkook, wha—”

And before you knew it, he slammed his hardness back inside you, fingers rubbing your clit until you arch into the sensation. He pressed kisses along your spine, his voice a soothing contradiction to the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Come for me again baby”

Your body obeyed his commands before your mind could catch up, pulse after pulse, as you ascended to the sky. He slams so hard you feel your eyes roll at the back. You're so close close clo-

“Look at you,” he said, his voice laced with pride. “So fucking perfect. Taking everything I give you.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you felt your thighs trembling. He watched you, his dark eyes devouring every reaction, every twitch and moan.

“Jungkook- im g-gona fucking come”

“I know baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “I know”

And so you come again. Your body shattered under his touch, your orgasm crashing over you in waves so intense that you couldn’t hold back the sobs that broke from your throat. Jungkook didn’t stop, movements quicker now, your walls milking him for all he was worth. He hissed, his thrusts growing erratic before he buried himself deep one last time, his cock twitching as he came hard, filling the condom with a groan.

Fuck.

You left the earth, because there’s no way that wasn’t heaven.

As you both came down from the high, you lay there, spent and trembling. He took his time easing himself out of you. Your spent body still twitching with aftershocks. He laughed lowly, leaning down to brush a soft kiss against your shoulder.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” he murmured, his voice gentle now, his hands soothing as he helped you sit up.

He disappeared for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth. The care he took in cleaning you up was almost as overwhelming as the pleasure he’d just given you.

When he was done, he climbed into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. You nestled against his chest, inhaling his scent – a mixture of musk, vanilla, and sex.

“I think you did a great job explaining Dolbeaut’s Theorem tonight,” you joked weakly, your voice muffled against his warm skin

Jungkook chuckled. “Uh huh. Guess I’ll have to teach you another lesson tomorrow,” he sighed dramatically, his fingers brushing through your damp hair.

“And what’s that?”

“Equilateral triangle.”

“…because I have three equal sides?”

“Because you’ve got all the right proportions.”

You rolled your eyes. “Baby, sometimes you’ve gotta know where to draw the line.”

Before he could say another punny joke about lines, you kissed his smile and swallowed his laugh.

And once again, you feel the soreness in your core—a reminder of your just-concluded learning session today.

Oh, the perks of dating the smartest boy in class.

[v0nv]

teen edd and tord

they definitely joined anime and art clubs together lol

[jungkookfanfictionhappy]

love me some boob love

distractions

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely 

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl 

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

Keep reading

[bubmyg]

328/547 posting a picture every day until jeongguk is home

[sidthedragon]

EUGH HE LOOKS SO DUMMM

Ima redraw this in digital so y’all can see the vision better 😭😭😭

[makeriia]

Fantober day 31!! A free day again.

Recently gotten into HADES, and I think about them a normal amount (lie)

[skyblueartt]

Whatre my hobbies? Why, drawing Charlie and Elizabeth from Fnaf lore if they got to grow up saying quotes from the show Smiling Friends, of course!

Idk why I like making Charlie a grunge 90s teen. Why not!

[sombra7567]

One thing you will never have to apologize to me for is being a nerd.

Don't you dare apologize, I will literally fight you.

*ranting about your specific fixation for 10 minutes* "Omg, I'm so sorry for talking about that so much, I'll stop-" *me who's been paying close attention the entire time and listening with interest* "NO KEEP TALKING DANG IT PLEASE-"

[be-more-silly]

WARNING: PRETENTIOUS CHOIR KID YAPPING Kinda crazy how much of the rtc fandom (THIS IS JUST FROM MY EXPERIENCE IRL AND ME BEING PRETENTIOUS AND NITPICKY ON AO3 I LOVE Y'ALL YOU'RE COOL) doesn't know shit about choir and like ik a lot of choirs do things differently especially smaller choirs hell my school's choir could be doing something wrong ya never know but I can always kinda tell in a fic who's been in choir and who hasn't if you're gonna focus on the choir being a choir try to do it right

And like there's so many ways you could write it well: is it a class or an after school club? Do you have to audition or just sign up? What section would everybody be In? Do you walk in there and father Marcus is super strict and there's no freetime or anything they just lock in and sing or Do they maybe have time right after the class starts and before it Ends where idk maybe Mischa is messaging Talia and ocean is (in a very pretentious fashion) help anyone who needs it understand the music? Do they go to competitions? Give me details please I'm desperate

[disastersteps]

neets had wore charge briefs, its the hot mad good doctor merch this time around!!!!! 😤😤

anyway that loser is totally working!!! not posing!!! or anything!!!!!!

anyway i gave into @kidhellion's trend ft everyone's sidesteps that i had seen so far...... and since neets route is such. a poly mess. why not!

[muniimyg]

♡ 06: before the i love you

series m.list // taglist unavailable

note: make out session (not descriptive),, slight angst (so tiny) ,, da vibes !

//

you’re in his room, half tangled in sheets.

jungkook’s hoodie is hiked halfway up his chest, and the hello kitty plushie on his shelf has been deliberately turned to face the wall like it’s being spared the visual. not that what you two are doing isn’t hot—no… 

it’s inappropriate. 

you and jungkook will never let your child see such things. 

in your commitment to keeping hello kitty’s visual pure—you don’t do a great job with the audio. 

no. 

you’ve been moaning his name a little too loud lately. he’s been huffing and groaning; “baby,” over and over again… and tonight? instead of your words, the room is filled with breathy exchanges. 

you and jungkook are both breathless. 

honestly? a little dazed, still chasing the heat of the last kiss when you pull back slightly, your palm resting on the middle of his chest.

“i thought the point of dating a nerd,” you murmur, teasing, “was so he could do my homework or something. not distract me and make out with me for an hour.”

jungkook doesn’t move. 

he just blinks at you, glasses askew, lips kiss-bitten. 

“…this is homework.”

your brows pinch. “how?”

he exhales like you’ve asked him to explain quantum mechanics. his hand slides up your thigh, slow, then curls around your waist like he’s scared you’ll float away.

“we’re home,” he mutters, “and making out with you is a lot of work. homework.”

“w-what? how is this work?”

he shifts, sits up a bit, arms still holding you snug. one hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing along the dip of it like he’s memorizing the shape. 

“well, for one—you were supposed to be studying. then you told me something that made me sad. and now you’re trying to make it up to me.”

he kisses the corner of your mouth. 

just a press. barely there.

then, he continues. 

“it’s a lot of emotional processing,” he whispers, almost sulking. “i’m horny. i’m sad. i’m horny again.”

you pout at him. 

he taps it with his index finger, then leans forward and kisses it gently. then your nose. then your forehead. then just stays there, forehead to forehead, eyes closed.

“babe—”

kiss.

“mhmm?”

kiss. 

“baby—”

kiss.

“j-jungkook—”

“i’m really sad you’re not coming to auckland with me.”

this time, you make the move. 

you tilt your face up, try to catch his mouth again, but he tucks a hand into your hair to still you. doesn’t kiss you back.

“i can’t say no to this clinic internship,” you whisper.

his heart drops. 

it dropped when you called him two days ago and told him that you the application you sent in for a clinic a few months ago finally got back to you. you never mentioned it to him because well.. they took three months to get back to you. you had lost hope. but… they called. 

made an offer you couldn’t refuse. 

so you didn’t. 

you couldn’t. 

… and jungkook immediately understood. because his life was going the same way. he’s just heartbroken your paths aren’t crossing. 

“i know.” his fingers are combing through your hair now. “and i can’t say no to auckland. my little nerd fellowship—”

“marine conservation environment internship,” you correct. his voice was teasing, but it still made your chest ache. “my handsome boyfriend and his long ass title.”

he rolls his eyes. “you always call it something else.”

“just trying to annoy you.”

jungkook scrunches his nose at you. “you’re cute when you try to annoy me.”

you boop it. 

“thanks. i don’t have to do much. you’re always grumpy.” 

then, he narrows his eyes.

you grin, leaning in. 

this time he kisses you back like he means it. palms framing your face, fingers splayed under your jaw. it’s warm, desperate in the way he holds you closer mid-kiss, like he could climb inside your lungs if you let him.

you part just long enough to breathe, and he mumbles against your mouth, “so… we’re gonna be long distance for two months?”

you sigh. “maybe we should make a game plan. a schedule or something—”

“we’ll have phone sex, right?”

you blink. 

“i… i d-don’t know how to do that.”

he smiles, forehead pressed to yours again. “wow. this is actually awful for me.”

“how so?”

his hands are still on your face. his thumbs brushing across your cheekbones like you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever wanted to ruin. “you just… always ignite my corruption kink.”

you snort. 

“how romantic.”

“mhm,” he hums. “and other feelings.” 

“what other feelings?”

“like grumpiness.” 

you huff at him. jungkook laughs and without missing a beat, he rolls you back onto the bed, mouth on yours again like he has two months of missing you to prepare for.

and he’s already feeling it.

he loves you. 

he’s known it for so long. the words are there in his head, heart, and mouth… but it just… never comes out. and moments like these—before the i love you—make it so much harder for him to leave.

god, he’s going to miss you so much. 

because he loves you so much. 

… so this summer? he’s screwed. 

so fucking much.

[geeking-n-tweaking]

Dating Andrew Neiman - SFW alphabet

not my gif!!

{ note: real talk I started this in august, finished it in december and now it’s january??? if it seems ooc for andrew atp idc bc I’m TIRED & REFUSE to work on it anymore 😭😭

I tried to make this as fluffy as possible!! however obviously neiman is a self destructive person and suffers abuse at the hands of fletcher :( bc of that warnings posted below, they seem worse than they are but better safe than sorry!!

warnings: censored antisemitic/homophobic slurs (author is Jewish & queer), mentions of PTSD, a car accident, nightmares, blood, vomiting.., sex mentioned like once

reader: no gender is mentioned for the reader!!, musician!reader mentioned }

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He definitely likes affection but he would be really shy to initiate it with you. I think he’s very hesitant, like, he would brush your hand with his while you’re taking a walk… but he won’t hold it…he’s leaving it up to you to take the plunge.

He would want to hold your hand, have his arm around you, put his head on your shoulder, put his hand on your knee/thigh.. that kind of thing :) It will just take a while for him to really build up the confidence to DO it.

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B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Uhhh…Andrew doesn’t have friends, he says it straight up: he doesn’t see the use. (Whether or not I believe that is just defence mechanism doesn’t matter rn, the point is… a friendship would be hard to start with him.)

“Friendly acquaintance” would be the way to go. I honestly think the best way to become Andrew’s friend is to be in the same social situation as him. If you were in a class together either in high school or Schaffer, if you played together in Nassau band, if you were in the same study group…those kinds activities would force you to spend time together and let him warm up to you.

I really feel like building a sense of familiarity with him would lay a good foundation— saying hello and goodbye to him everyday, smiling at him, little things like that would make him notice you, like… oh!.. that person again.. :)

From there, you could start conversations with him and sort of let him feel it out. If you really want him to like you, lay it on thick with the compliments. Say he has a good taste in music, or that you heard him play sometime and he’s talented, just… anything. Any nice thing you can say about him— say it.

Andrew loves compliments, (the way he smiled when Fletcher compared him to Buddy Rich!!! 🥹🥹) he really doesn’t get them often between his emotionally distant family and school (in fact he usually gets trashed 😕) so he absolutely relishes in them.

Once the two of you establish a friendly school-mate relationship, you could take it further by going out to see a movie in the cinema, lending each other CDs… little things that friends do to build it up and let him see that you care and actually want to spend time with him :)

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C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

God, yes. Andrew is totally touch starved and is just DYING for a little affection :(

Remember how he watched Connolly brush his girlfriend’s hair out of her face?

Remember how he smiled when Nicole nudged her foot against his under the table?

He needs those things, so badly, those little touches, that little bit of love and reassurance. And to cuddle you, to be cuddled…? He could die happy. He would want to cuddle chest-to-chest, as in the two of you facing one another on your sides, arms around each other 🥺

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D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’s not ready for all that yet, not even close. The two of you are so young, you have your whole life ahead of you, and he’s just getting started. He has a career to think about… he wants to tour, playing music… he’s not ready to be tied down right now.

He’s happy to be your boyfriend, nothing more. Like, the most he would do is move in with you, maybe get a little pet together like a fish or a turtle… but marriage or kids is not where his head is at. He hasn’t thought about it, and would be shocked if you did.

As for his habits, he’s not the most organized or cleanly…I mean, he’s a busy guy. It’s not that he has a ton of stuff, it’s just that he doesn’t have the time or energy to keep his things in a consistent, contained space.

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E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

There are a few break up situations I could see happening…

⁃ It fizzled out (mutual):

The two of you had a relationship before the original timeline of the movie, like he was your boyfriend in high school. You would be really excited for him when he got accepted into Schaffer!

However, you knew that the situation wasn’t ideal for you to have a thriving relationship… maybe you took a gap year, maybe you got into a less prestigious university, maybe you had to move and were doing long distance…either way, the two of you couldn’t spend a lot of time together anymore.

It went okay at first, you really missed him and the two of you would text and talk on the phone a lot, if you could you would visit in person on some weekends. Then slowly, his messages became more dry. He didn’t say much on the phone and seemed to not listen to what you were saying. He stopped asking to see you so much, or “didn’t have time” to hangout… Eventually he replied less and less, stating that he was really busy with music now… then stopped answering you all together, not texting you back, not answering your calls, not listening to your voicemails… essentially he ghosted you time and time again. You did the same, whether you were focusing on school work or a job… the two of you grew apart.

It was a mutual decision between the two of you to end things, the stress of your failing relationship was just too much for both of you.

⁃ Nicole 2.0 (he dumps you):

A beat for beat recreation of the Nicole situation. He started dating you right as he got into Studio Band, and then broke things off with you to “focus on his career.” If you didn’t study music ( just like her) he would say that “you could never understand what it’s like to be a musician” or something like that.)

⁃ He became your rival (you dump him):

Originally, the two of you were in Nassau Band together. When he switched he became very snobbish about your abilities and the level that Nassau was playing at compared to Studio.

Your band was “cute”, as Fletcher said.

Not bad, just…well, you wouldn’t be playing Lincoln Center anytime soon…

Oh you “practiced really hard”, huh? Well he had blood dripping down to his elbows yesterday… You want him to look over your charts…really? This is the song you need help with?… okay…

Finally you’d snap at him for being so mean. It’s not like he was any better than you. That comment would NOT go over well, he’d tell you that he had bigger things to focus on than you now that he could start playing “for real.”

This would hit especially hard. “For real”? So Nassau band wasn’t “real”?

You were in it…so what, you weren’t good enough? He definitely has a superiority complex about the whole thing, stating that he clearly had something that you didn’t…why else would he be picked?

At that point you would have had enough. You would dump him right then and there, he may be a good drummer, but you weren’t gonna kiss his ass any more.

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F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said, he’s down to be your boyfriend. You’re exclusive and you have a good relationship as it is. He’s happy with that, and wouldn’t want to get married to you any time soon. If this whole music thing really takes off… well he could be travelling the country…and where would you be? At home? That wouldn’t sit right with him.

So yeah, he doesn’t have any plans for a proposal in the near future. Rest assured, he does love you! But if you asked him to marry you he would have to say no. 🙃

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G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically? Extremely so. Andrew would never, ever be agressive with you. He would honestly be constantly nervous about doing something you didn’t like.

Like I said, he’s shy and touch starved…he’ll take whatever YOU give him. He isn’t pushy about affection at all, he’s not in a position to be making demands, anyways.

In the off chance that he makes you uncomfortable, he will back down immediately and be really embarrassed.

Remember how quickly dropped it when Nicole acted like she didn’t want to go out with him? Yeah, it would be like that. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry…”

If you’re not in the mood for cuddling, or kissing, or sex it’s a non-issue. He would never be upset with you about turning him down, or try to force you into it.

Whenever he touches you it’s extremely delicate. If you like a tighter hug, or a deeper kiss you’re going to have to tell him because it’s just not in his nature.

Emotionally, he can get a bit prickly if he’s pushed to it. It’s clear that he likes to argue (“None of us knew Buddy Rich, that’s the point.”) but he tries to keep that side of himself hidden from you as long as he can.

Even when he’s upset at you…he saves all the roughness for himself, and will throw himself into his work to let it out.

The gruelling hours he spends practicing, bandage after bandage covering his fingers, the blood blisters, the calluses, the ice water… that’s for him. All for him.

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H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes he does! Andrew would hug you whenever he saw you, at the very least to say hello and goodbye. When you first started dating no matter HOW BADLY he wanted to touch you he treated you like you were made of glass; his hugs were loose…he would barely envelope you and would let go too fast :/ buuuut he eventually learns to not be so guarded around you and give a proper hug.

His hugs are still gentle though. They’re cheek to cheek (unless you’re much shorter than him, then your cheek will be pressed more against his upper chest) and he puts his arms around your back, rarely your waist…(because he views touching your waist at as more suggestive)

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I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would take while. I’m not convinced he ever said it to Nicole, we never see it. Is it crazy to say at least 6 months?…. Idc I’m saying it. 6 months.

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J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I think he’s a self-pitying, sulky kind of jealous. Like, he’ll see you talking and laughing with someone who’s clearly flirting with you and he gets this sinking feeling in his stomach.

It’s like torture, watching the way you chuckle at their jokes, the way their hand brushes your arm playfully, the way they eye you up and down. Ugh…did you seriously not notice it? They’re being so obvious…or did you know? Did you like it? Did you like them? Fuck, what if you left him…

Andrew won’t say anything about it in the moment, but when you’re finally done talking to the flirt, you’ll see that he’s not happy. You don’t know why exactly…but you know something’s up.

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K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I honestly don’t think Andrew had that much kissing experience before he met you…but he’s learned a little bit. He kisses softly & slowly, mostly closed-mouth.

Kissing your lips or the back of your hands would be his favourite :) & he particularly likes when you kiss his cheek ( and neck 🤭)

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L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Ehhhh… he’s okay, I guess. I don’t know if he would really know what to do or say around a young child. I could definitely see him warming up to it though, especially if you have a younger sibling/cousin/etc that you’re close with (as long as they aren’t an iPad kid.)

I think overall he would get along better with tweens & teens, especially if they’re kind of soft-spoken and like music too.

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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Expect alarms early in the morning and him fumbling around in the dark to turn them off. Not only does he go to bed late but he gets up at the crack of dawn for extra practice time. (At first you begrudgingly accept the fact that’s he’s choosing his music over you in that moment…especially if you’re not living with him— but either way you would learn to get used to it.)

He would adore it if you took a hot shower with him and had some breakfast but if you’re not a morning person he gets it— he’d make sure to leave a fresh pot of coffee/tea for you and kiss your forehead while you stay warm and cozy in the bed.

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N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If it’s just a normal a night in, Andrew has a specific routine. He would….

⁃ spend a few hours each evening practicing and going over his charts

⁃ then help you make dinner, eat and talk about your days…he would tell you what he’s been working on lately, what breakthroughs he’s had, what he’s struggling with, what his plans are….

⁃ watch a movie/tv with you until you get too sleepy and turn in for the night.

⁃ then he spends a few MORE hours listening to his music (with headphones, don’t worry) to memorize it and make notes

⁃ he’d also take some time to write some of his own stuff

⁃ and THEN only when he’s satisfied with his progress— which could be anywhere from 1-4am —will he slip into bed with you and sleep </3

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O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He reveals things slowly, little bits of vulnerability come out as you get to know each other— especially if you’ve just been vulnerable with him (“…I still go to the movies with my dad.”)

I think Andrew would get skittish about over sharing, especially if it’s really serious stuff. He doesn’t love to talk about himself in the first place so the prospect of traumadumping on you mortifies him.

I also think he would get overwhelmed if you did that to him so don’t let it all tumble out in one conversation.

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P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Andrew is (for the most part) patient and a people pleaser… he puts up with a LOT of bullshit. Yes, he does have his moments when he’s really pushed to the edge but between his unsupportive family and cutthroat peers…he’s developed thicker skin.

He would not be easily angered by you, and I think even when he does become angry with you he won’t yell at you— because he knows how it feels to be screamed at…he wouldn’t do that to you :(

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Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has a really good memory. If he can memorize tons of musical information then he can memorize things about you too.

The question is, would he?

As he said to Nicole“…when I do spend time with you, I'm gonna be thinking about drumming. And I'm gonna be thinking about jazz music, my charts, all that.”

Soooo would he actually listen to you?.. I would say… sometimes. It’s not that he doesn’t WANT to pay attention to you, it’s not that he doesn’t WANT to remember things, it’s just that there’s so much going on up there…he’s not very good at staying on track with it.

But it’s okay! He’s developed a habit of writing things down. He started doing when you first met, just little things that he wanted to remember about you. Your middle name, your birthday, your favourite food…and it’s developed into a whole-ass FILE all about you. Just all the things you’ve told him that he found interesting or important. Obscure trivia, your funny shower thoughts, what book you’re currently reading… it’s a bit obsessive but he can’t store all this information in his brain, so there it goes. Not a perfect system, but he’s trying.

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R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I think he would cherish a moment where he was really vulnerable with you. It’s hard to pinpoint just one…I think the first time you saw the intensity of his stress?

When you found out that he punched a hole through his drums. You had seen the bag of ice in the bathroom. You had seen his hands. You had seen the bags under his eyes and you just… beckoned him closer and gave him a hug.

He was a bit surprised. He had expected you to ask a million questions about what happened, to scold him for not answering his phone when you had been calling, to shy away from the blood… but you didn’t. You just held him. The two of you were silent for a while before you helped disinfect and wrap the wounds on his hands, kissing his knuckles, rubbing the insides of his wrists.

He really appreciated you in that moment. The quiet, unconditional love that you had showed him that night meant more to him than any grand gestures. <3

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S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I feel like due to his trauma with… everything, he’s become pretty defensive. He’s had things thrown at him, he’s been hit in the face, he’s been degraded and demeaned, screamed at… he would 100% be your first protector and would be hyper aware of how people treat you. Not necessarily in a “anyone who looks at you wrong is gonna get beat up” way, but he would never ever want you to feel unsafe or upset because of someone else.

Anyone giving you a hard time is getting told off by him, not so much threats but like “hey, we don’t want any trouble, why don’t you stop being such a dick/bitch?” type stuff. And yeah, if it really came to it, he would fight someone for you. It’s not really his style but as we’ve seen he can be pushed to violence.

As for you… well he would want the same, someone who defends him against his aggressors and naysayers.

Someone who tells off the guys in Nassau band that made fun of his drumming, and his conductor for overlooking him.

Someone who gives Tanner shit for hogging the set, and yelling at him about the stupid folder. Someone who chews out Fletcher for how obsessive he’s made Andrew.

Someone who tells his family to listen to him when he speaks…

He just wants to feel valued and loved :(

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T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not a ton when dating, which is neither good or bad. Andrew is a very casual guy. He likes to catch a movie, he likes to pop into jazz clubs and get a couple of drinks. Those are his favourite kinds of dates, the kind where you sit around with some snacks & drinks and just sort of…vibe?

There are things I’m sure he’d love to do with you, but I feel like they wouldn’t involve much planning from him. They would be somewhat spontaneous. He saw a flyer downtown for a record sale? You’re going. A new book store opened up near the campus? Why not check it out? His dad scored a couple of tickets to an art gallery? You’ll make good use of them!

For an anniversary, he will make sure to do something that will take a bit more effort, to show he cares.

I think he’d try to make you dinner. If this seems like it’s coming out of left field HEAR ME OUT!!

Personally I headcanon him to be a pretty good cook. Like, it’s not his passion or anything but I think that (I’m projecting here!!) being in a single parent household would force someone to step up their game, in a culinary sense.

His dad is not shown to be a great cook (i.e the overcooked meatloaf) soooo I feel like there would be many situations in which Andrew would have to feed himself, either because his dad’s cooking was bad or because he didn’t have time/wasn’t there to prepare something for his son.

Anyways, I feel like he’d make something simple…dare I say it…homemade pizza? I 100% believe that not only is it his favourite food (we see him eat it twice ☝️) but it is stupidly easy to make, and would be a no brainer meal for a young guy to cook on his own (especially if the ingredients were ready made like jarred/canned sauce.)

Okay, now I think gifts are where he sort of kills it.

Andrew’s a musician, and a music buff right? (For jazz, at least) so he’d probably be dating someone with a good music taste. I can TOTALLY see him getting you some awesome music related gifts related to your favourite musicians.

If you like to own physical copies of your music he would buy you tons from your favourite musicians…CD’s, vinyl, cassette; whatever you like.

If you prefer equipment he would get a little turntable, a super retro Walkman, some good headphones/earbuds, nice speakers/a stereo… he just wants you to be able to enjoy your music!! <3

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U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Well…

⁃ he’s passive to a fault & is unable to stand up for himself

⁃ he doesn’t make/maintain eye contact (he’s so me..)

⁃ he pushes down his emotions until they burst

⁃ he’s too obsessive about his hobbies

⁃ he overworks himself until he has a mental/emotional or physical breakdown

⁃ he pushes away people who care about him (Nicole, his dad…)

⁃ he “doesn’t see the use” in making friends

⁃ he is self righteous about the fact that he’s a musician, and brags about it

⁃ argumentative!

⁃ he’s overly competitive (with Tanner, Connolly, Dustin & Travis)

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V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He was more insecure when he was younger, like 13-16. Andrew grew fast and adjusting to growth spurts during puberty wasn’t always easy for him. Being tall and thin made him a bit gangly, which in turn made his gait and mannerisms feel and look kind of awkward…

He was totally that kid who didn’t know how to take care of his wavy/curly hair (if you’ve seen younger pictures of Miles Teller you know exactly what I mean) so I feel like he had a really hard time trying to “tame” it, and got really frustrated with all his little cowlicks and frizz 🥺

At this point though, I think he’s kind of gotten over it… if he’s going to be recognized for anything, it’s his talent, not his looks…so he really doesn’t care what anyone thinks.

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W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Ehh…no..? Sorry, but like, really…he was all too ready to dump Nicole the second that he got an opportunity to play music “seriously.” The way he broke it off with her was very cold, and to the point. (Yes, he looked longingly at her phone contact once, yeah he called her and apologized… But that doesn’t mean he wanted *her* back, as her own person. I honestly think he was just feeling lonely, and/or realized no one would come to see him play at the JVC Fest besides his dad. Just a personal theory there!)

Listen…he may love you… he may miss you…it would really fucking suck to break up with you. But he does not need you per se. He is super individualistic — to a fault — which leads him to isolate himself. He would not feel any less “whole”without you there, and that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you, he just doesn’t believe in that “my other half” kind of romance.

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X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Not really random: Andrew is Jewish.

This is based on a few things:

1. Miles Teller (Andrew’s actor) has Jewish ancestry (1/4. His paternal grandfather is Russian-Jewish. Also yes, I believe in patrineal Jewish people. & jewornotjew.com identifies him as “borderline jew” which is incredible. )

2. Paul Reiser, (Andrew’s father’s actor) is Romanian-Jewish.

3. His last name, Neiman is an Ashkenazic variant on the name Neumann.

4. In the film, Fletcher calls Andrew a “h*mie fuck”, a derogatory term for a Jewish person. While he uses other slurs for Andrew and other students (like “f*ggot”) this one only appears once — in reference to Andrew, which I believe is extremely targeted.

( Bonus: 5. I’m Jewish, let me have this. )

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Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

(This one hurts ☹️) As seen with Nicole, Andrew wants to be with someone who is driven and passionate. They need to know what they want to do, how they want to do it, and a plan to make it happen. He likes people who have big dreams, intense hobbies, “5 year plans”.

If his partner is generally indecisive or unmotivated for too long… sorry, it just won’t work. He’s rehearsed and delivered that break up speech once, he can do it again.

He would however support whatever it is you want to do, when you decide (even if he honestly finds it silly…) Just as long as you love it and are putting the work in!

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Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Andrew is a really light sleeper, and has frequent nightmares.

He probably has PTSD…his main ones are about the car crash. He was extremely lucky that all of his injuries were superficial. His subconscious often delves into more serious possibilities. What if he permanently mangled his limbs, or worse, his spine and could never play the drums again? What if he was paralyzed? What if suffered brain damage? What if he was comatose? What if he even died that day? What if, what if, what if? His anxious mind never lets him escape all of the morbid details of what might have happened..

He also had a lot of nightmares about screwing up really important performances. Sometimes it was THE performance, the one in Dunellen. After the fact, he replayed that day in his mind over and over, and it was no different when he was asleep.

The way his body ached as he ran, blood and sweat dripping down his forehead, his palms, his back. The way his head pounded in a way that made him dizzy and made his vision fuzzy. The way his chest felt tight, waves of nausea ebbing and crashing in his stomach.

Sometimes it was a perfect recreation, him bursting in late, dropping his drumstick, scrambling to grab it from the floor. Him keeling over the drums, body broken and exhausted. Fletcher firing him. The tackling, the screaming, the crying.

That day was a nightmare within itself.

Sometimes the dream strayed from reality. In some versions, he arrived too late…and Connolly or Tanner played the part. Watching them perform it perfectly while he sat there, battered and bloodied as he stewed, turning their pages… it was almost worse than what had really happened. (Yes, it’s selfish… but if he didn’t get to play, no one should have. It was HIS part.)

In other similar nightmares, it’s random performances, with random mistakes. Forgetting his sheet music, breaking his drumsticks, fumbling his fills, being off tempo… then there were weirder things, like tripping when he got up to take a bow, wetting his pants, throwing up mid-song… classic nightmare fuel.

This poor boy will never have a peaceful night :(

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{note: aaaaand that’s it! I’m considering writing for him a bit more but since this one took SO LONG it will probably be some more small headcanons & the like :p}

[goldbiz]

booster thinks star wars is cheesy and has heavily criticised those movies whenever they are put on / are showing on cable. he’s more of a varsity blues guy obviously.

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

tbh i think that even unwinnable fights should be winnable. some of the BEST fights i've ever run as a dm were ones i built kill the players (in a fun way. I had some cutscenes prepped so even the loss would be a different flavour of win)- but then they were clever bastards and managed to either win the fights or pull themselves out of trouble. I think it's perfectly fine to plan for a fight that players aren't supposed to win, but you need to let them. if they can't win, they can't lose, and the meaning of that encounter is diminished. do that too many times, and they stop trusting you to give them roleplay prompts and start expecting to sit there waiting while you drive the story for them.

but if they can win... if there is always the chance to win, no matter how impossible the odds, then they ALWAYS have hope. they always get invested. they feel the big emotions of success or the big emotions of failure, and you fucking Win as a dm/roleplay prompter/lead bastard.