#math notebook full of not math!!

[asphodelis]

deer

[indelen]

I love that scene in the archives when Kipps needles Lockwood about his family in The Screaming Staircase because the emotions are like:

Lockwood: tense, angry, upset but trying to control himself

Lucy: confused, concerned for Lockwood, frustrated

George:

[m0thmachine]

I love learning, I love gaining proficiency in skills and tasks, I love making diagrams and articulating information

[gynkgobilobo]

my average chances of greening out are low but never zero

[gnaga37]

still don't understand why my elementary teachers were so obsessed with having a perfect neat and organized notebook

[aerifim]

nerdy bf! gojo who pushes up his glasses absentmindedly—but not in a dorky way. he does it in an effortlessly cool way, sliding them up with two fingers, his sharp blue eyes flickering with focus as he talks. 

nerdy bf! gojo who bites his lips in concentration as he scribbles down math equations, cleary being in a deep thought on how to solve. sometimes he’ll even mutter under his breath, his voice low and breathy, completely oblivious how distracting it is to you. 

nerdy bf! gojo who rests his chin on his hands while he watches you work, fingers lazily tracing his jawline. he never realizes how intense his gaze is, but it definitely flusters you. 

nerdy bf! gojo who rolls his sleeves up when he’s working something—and somehow, the simple action of exposing his forearms (that also gives you a glimpse of his muscular arms) makes him 10x hotter. 

nerdy bf! gojo who loosens his tie with one hand (when he has one) or ruffles his hair when he’s frustrated, letting out a breathy sigh as he leans back on his chair, not knowing the kind of effect it has on you. 

nerdy bf! gojo who has the habit of stretching his arms over his head, revealing just a hint of skin, especially when he’s been sitting for too long—leaving your brain short-circuiting as you try to finish up your calculus homework. 

nerdy bf! gojo who reads things out loud in his smooth, low voice, and even though it’s just dry academic material, he somehow makes it sound worth reading. 

nerdy bf! gojo who leans in way too close when explaining something to you, his voice dropping slightly as he points at your notebook. he also loves leaning over you to grab something on your side of the desk or whispering in your ear to see you flustered. 

nerdy bf! gojo who teases you with a smug, lopsided grin when you do something dumb, knowing full well that it gets under your skin (and makes your knees weak). 

nerdy bf! gojo who holds eye contact just a little too long when you talk, tilting his head slightly with an amused smirk. 

nerdy bf! gojo who takes off his glasses sometimes just to clean them, knowing full well that the sight of him without them stuns you for a bit. he’ll put them back on and say, “like what you see?” with a teasing wink. 

nerdy bf! gojo who smirks every time he catches you staring. then he’ll casually say, “careful, staring too long might make you fall in love with me,” as if you weren’t already deeply in love with him.

♡ we luv u nerdjo

[solaceseven]

high school sweethearts

pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader, sukuna x reader

summary: jjk characters as high school boyfriends

genre: fluff

SATORU — steals your notebook just to doodle silly hearts and stars in the corners, grinning when you notice. sends you selfies with dumb captions like, “thinking of u during math :)” always ends up next to you, even if it means switching seats without permission. buys your favorite snacks from the vending machine. drapes his jacket over your shoulders when you forget yours. always has to be touching you in some way—holding your hand, resting an arm around your shoulders, or tugging you closer by the waist as you walk. playfully tugs at your hand in the hallway until you finally hold his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles absentmindedly. steals kisses when no one’s around, his laughter soft and warm against your skin. is the class president but lets you get away with anything, flashing you a cheeky grin whenever someone calls him out on it.

“satoru, i have to go,” you mumble against his shoulder as he traps you in a loose hug, swaying both of you gently in the empty hallway. “five more minutes,” he says, voice muffled as he presses his face into your neck. “you said that five minutes ago.” “exactly, so one more won’t hurt,” he grins, pulling back just enough to steal a quick kiss. you laugh softly, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “i’m seriously going to be late.” “nooo, wait,” he whines, tightening his arms around you for a second before giving you another kiss, slower this time. you sigh, smiling against his lips. “you’re impossible.” he grins, leaning his forehead against yours. “yeah, but you love me.” “unfortunately,” you tease, finally breaking free. “hey!” he calls after you with a pout. “at least say it back!” you glance over your shoulder, rolling your eyes playfully. “i love you too, now go to class, dummy.” he chuckles, watching you leave.

SUGURU — always waits outside your class, no matter how far his own is, greeting you with a soft smile and a quiet “ready to go?” ties your scarf for you when it’s cold, his touch gentle and thoughtful. listens patiently to every rant, every story, every little detail about your day. lets you nap on his shoulder during study sessions, brushing his fingers through your hair absentmindedly. helps you study, sliding his notebook toward you with the answers already written out, whispering, “i’ve got you, don’t worry.” if you get frustrated, he chuckles softly, resting his hand over yours, “relax, you’re smarter than you think.” soft smiles across crowded hallways and even softer glances when you’re not looking. and if you don’t like someone? he doesn’t either—no questions asked. “if you’re not a fan, why would i be? i’m on your side. always.”

“and then—ugh—he just kept going on and on about how this assignment is ‘so simple,’” you huff, taking another bite of your food mid-rant. “like, maybe it’s simple for him, but some of us actually need time to process things!” geto hums softly in agreement, resting his chin in his hand as he watches you with an amused smile. “mmhm, sounds exhausting.” “right?!” you nod, waving your fork around. “and don’t even get me started on how—” he reaches out gently, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “you had a little something,” he says quietly, showing you the crumb he wiped away. your cheeks heat up as you blink at him. “oh… thanks.” he chuckles softly, eyes full of warmth. “keep going, i’m listening.” you pause, blinking at him for a moment before gazing at him softly, eyes filled with quiet affection. then, you lean in to press a quick peck to his lips. geto blinks, surprised, before chuckling softly, his smile growing. “oh! let me tell you about this girl in history,” you suddenly say, eyes lighting up as you jump into another story.

KENTO — always offers to help you study, even when you insist you’ve got it, sliding his notes toward you without a word. shares one side of his earbuds with you during breaks, quietly asking, “this song’s good, right?” and stealing quick glances at you while you’re not paying attention. remembers every small detail—your favorite snacks, the books you want to read, the way you wrinkle your nose when you’re concentrating. walks you home in comfortable silence, the kind that feels easy and familiar, occasionally asking if you’re cold and offering his blazer if you are. not big on pda, but his hand always finds yours when no one’s looking, squeezing gently like a quiet reassurance. when you’re overwhelmed, he gently scolds you for not taking care of yourself—“you need to rest,” he says softly, brushing his thumb over your knuckles—but you know it’s because he worries. helps you solve the hardest problems during study sessions, leaning close to explain them in that calm, steady voice of his.

nanami finds you sitting on the library floor, textbooks scattered around you, and a tired pout on your lips. he sighs softly, crouching down beside you. “overwhelmed?” he asks gently. you nod, rubbing your eyes. “i’ve read the same sentence like ten times.” without a word, he settles next to you, close enough that your shoulders touch. “let’s go through it together,” he offers, opening his notebook. you smile, leaning your head against his arm for a moment. “you’re too good to me.” “i just don’t want you stressing yourself out,” he says, flipping through pages. “besides, someone has to remind you to take breaks.” you roll your eyes playfully. “sounds like you’re calling me a mess.” “not a mess,” he corrects, glancing at you with a soft smile. “just… someone I care about.” your cheeks flush as you nudge him lightly. “smooth.” “practical,” he counters, placing an earbud in your ear and pressing play. “now focus. and don’t fall asleep on me again.” “no promises,” you murmur, smiling as he rests his hand over yours while you both start studying.

SUKUNA — teases you endlessly, calling you ridiculous nicknames just to see you roll your eyes, but the moment someone else tries? his sharp glare is enough to shut them up instantly. only attends school events or the clubs just to spend more time with you, grumbling about how boring it is but never actually leaving your side. acts like he doesn’t care, but always waits for you to finish your school activities just to walk you home, carrying your backpack for you without a word, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. flicks your forehead when you’re being stubborn let’s you wear his jacket and grumbles, “don’t lose it.” casually holds your hand like it’s no big deal, but squeezes it just a little tighter when he thinks you’re not paying attention. tugs you away from your friends during lunch, finding a quiet corner to steal kisses from you,

“where are we going?” you whisper through a giggle as sukuna tugs at your hand, leading you away from your friends and down a quiet hallway. “you’ll see,” he mutters, finally stopping in a secluded corner where no one’s around. you smile up at him, slightly out of breath. “hi.” he grins, leaning against the wall with his usual ease. “hey.” for a moment, neither of you say anything, just smiling at each other like idiots. finally, you whisper, “i missed you.” his smirk softens just a little. “yeah?” “yeah,” you nod, cheeks heating up. he chuckles softly, reaching up to gently touch your cheek with his hand. “you’re so cute,” he mutters before leaning down to kiss you, slow and sweet.

[soubeomies]

꒰୨୧◞ ₊˚ 𝓨𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

⤷ 𝓟𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ﹕ yeon sieun x fem!reader

⤷ 𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹕ none i think

⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕ soft yummy fluff

⤷ 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝓒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ﹕ 847

⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕ omg i’m so obsessed with whc

⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕ getting frustrated at math equations, yeon sieun can’t help but patiently teach you.

cold, distant and reserved— words that people used to describe yeon sieun, who surprisingly is your boyfriend. honestly? you don’t know how it happened. it felt like it just.. well.. happened!

maybe being his girlfriend was already surprising, another thing is that he is a completely different person when he’s with you. sure, he was still quiet as ever, though he listened to you intently. eyes looking at you oh-so-sweetly, indicating that his full attention was on you. his gaze softens at the sight of you, his body slightly eases up around you. he really just had a soft spot for you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

arriving at school, yawning as you walk into class. as usual, sieun was already there, scribbling notes into his notebook like he always did. a faint smile bloomed across your lips at the sight while you walked to your seat and took out all your books and stationary.

the day went on, and it was math class. you internally had a mental breakdown at the mere sights of equations on a piece of paper. you can’t help but stare at the list of equations hopelessly. “ugh..” you murmur to yourself.

sieun hears your gentle groan, turning his head to face you, the both of you locking gazes. you shot him a glare that screamed “omg i can’t do this pls help”.

but then all your worries literally melted away as you see a small smile creep onto his face, you blinked. a soft blush spread across your cheeks while you quickly looked away. gosh, if he didn’t smile you’d tell him to.. but if he did? you feel your teeth and fists clench— not out of anger, but because your heart did a little weird flip and felt a wave of cuteness aggression.

the bell then rung, indicating that it was the end of school. you packed up your stuff and swung your bag over your back as you began to walk over to sieun. he finished up packing his bag as he turned to look at you, “.. do you need help in maths?” he asks whilst he gets up and pushes the chair back.

you look at him rather awkwardly, “that’d be.. nice.”.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

and now, you find yourselves in the library. books scattered across the table accompanied sounds of the gentle scribbling against paper. the occasional sounds of sieun’s voice explaining how things work before giving you small equations to finish.

he scribbled a few numbers onto a piece of paper as he hands the notebook over to you. “try these, i’ll go to the toilet. i’ll be right back.” he says, getting up from his seat. as he walks away, you feel a pang of sadness as you stare at the piece of paper. you’ve been holding it in, but you felt so so stupid.

stupid for getting lost in the endless spiral of numbers, you mentally curse yourself. what was wrong with you? it was all just numbers.. why did you find it so hard to understand?

you subconsciously feel tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall. as tears hovered over the edge, you felt soft footsteps approaching. you quickly wiped the tears away, a small sniffle escaped as you tried to keep yourself together.

his heart skips a beat, still standing up he spoke. “are you.. crying?” his voice softened as the last word, his heart couldn’t bear the fact that you were crying. but at those simple words, you can’t help but let the tears fall. he quickly realizes this as he rushes over to you.

your arms find its way around his waist as he stood infront of you whilst you sat down, tears flowing and dampening his uniform. his hands rest on your head before gently caressing your hair.

“what’s wrong.. hm?” he asks quietly, his voice patient and understanding. “i—i can’t seem to understand anything and i just— i feel so stupid!” your voice breaking up, tears still pouring out of your eyes.

his heart aches at the sound of your crying and your harsh words. “hey hey.. don’t say that.. you’re not stupid, okay?” he pauses as he quietly thinks about what to say next, his fingers still tracing your hair. “i’m more than happy to teach you, don’t cry okay? i’ll help you through this.” he says, giving you a fuzzy feeling in your heart.

you blinked away the tears, looking up at him as his hands cupped your cheeks, cradling your face with a surprising feeling of softness and affection. his thumbs wipe away your tears before he sat back down next to you.

“calm down, hm? i’ll help you understand okay?” he says, comfortingly rubbing your back. you nodded in response, “just tell me if you have any questions.”

and just like that, he went back to teaching you. he was so patient, his voice soft and gentle. he occasionally asks you the same question over and over again, “do you get it?”

he really does have a soft spot for you, and maybe only you.

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[syrecjh]

── .✦‧ᵎᵎ 🍒 Scribbled Affection

˚🎀༘⋆ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

He writes in the margins of your notebook.

Not hearts. Not encouragement. Not even his name.

Just insults.

Small, angry ones scribbled in quick, sharp strokes between your messy handwriting.

'Wrong formula, dumbass.'

'How are you alive with this math?'

'Fix this before I lose brain cells.'

You used to roll your eyes.

Now you’ve started leaving space for him—an empty margin just waiting for his chaos.

Because somehow, in all that scolding and sarcasm, he he always points you to the right one.

The right formula. The cleaner method. The concept you missed.

He doesn’t say, “You’ve got this.”

He says, “If you fail, I’m not carrying your grade weight.”

But then slides his notes toward you anyway, full of highlights and neatly labeled steps.

Sometimes you catch him watching while you revise, red pen hovering over your shoulder.

His hand twitches like he’s this close to fixing it himself.

“Don’t mess it up this time,” he mutters, eyes flicking away.

But on the next day, on the next page, another note appears:

'Better. Finally using your brain.'

You try not to smile when you see it.

And you definitely don’t save the page on purpose.

He’s not writing love letters.

But somehow, each scribbled insult feels like one anyway.

[harimenui-forever]

When you are finally cleaning out your drawers full of old study materials from middle/high school and you encounter an essay, the grade (when converted to the english system) being an A+ and it's A CHARACTER STUDY OF TOM HIDDLESTON LOKI I AM ROTTING INTO THE FLOOR AS WE SPEAK

[kxsagi]

HII

can you do bllk boys (specifically sae, shidou and reo) w a reader who is crying over a grade and acting like it's end of the world, but when they look at the grade it's like an 86% 🙏🙏

“𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧�� 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝟖𝟔% 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞”

a/n: reader in this one is me i fear

ft. itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi

itoshi sae

sae hears your loud sniffles echoing through the apartment and assumes, logically, that someone died. 

“what happened?” he asks, rushing into the living room with just the slightest hint of concern behind his usual deadpan expression. 

you’re face-down on the couch, curled up in a blanket like the world is ending. “i failed,” you choke out dramatically. 

sae raises a brow. “failed what?” 

you thrust your phone at him with trembling hands. 

he looks. then he blinks. “… this is an 86.” 

“AN EIGHTY-SIX,” you sob like you're starring in a historical tragedy. “I DESERVED AN A!! I DESERVED A NINETY-FIVE AT LEAST–” 

he just stares at you for a solid five seconds. 

“you’re crying like you got a restraining order, not a B plus.” 

sits on the floor next to the couch and flicks your forehead gently. “don’t waste your tears. save them for something serious. like when i retire.” 

but he does bring you your favorite snack and lets you sulk dramatically on his chest while he scrolls through his phone. 

“eighty-six,” he mutters again under his breath, still slightly baffled. “you’re unwell.” 

shidou ryusei

he walks in to find you on the floor, half-buried under a pile of notebooks and sobbing like the apocalypse hit. 

“WOAH. did someone dump you?” 

“NO,” you wail. “I GOT MY TEST GRADE BACK.” 

“damn. that bad, huh?” 

he picks up your phone from where it fell and glances at the screen. “babe. this is an eighty-six.” 

“I KNOW,” you cry, rocking back and forth like a medieval peasant in despair. “I’M A FAILURE. A DISGRACE. I SHOULDN’T EVEN BE ENROLLED–” 

“you know i’ve never scored over a 70 in my life, right?” 

“and that’s why you’re you and i’m failing algebra!!” 

shidou full-on cackles. “yo, you’re dramatic as hell. i like it.” 

flops down next to you on the floor and pulls you into his lap. 

“we should burn your textbook in protest. let’s cause chaos. vandalize the math department. make it personal.” 

“ryu, i just want an A…” 

“and i want abs, but here we are.” 

“but you do have abs!” 

eventually just tickles you until you’re laughing instead of crying. 

he still thinks your breakdown over an 86 is the funniest thing he’s ever seen. 

mikage reo

reo is the supportive boyfriend so the moment he hears you sniffle, he’s by your side in 0.5 seconds with a credit card and a comforting hand on your back. 

“what’s wrong, baby? what do you need? food? a nap? therapy? a yacht?” 

“i got my grade back,” you sniffle, teary-eyed. 

“okay, okay, we’ll fix it– wait.” he checks your laptop. blinks. reads it again. “… an eighty-six?” 

“IT’S SO EMBARRASSING,” you wail. 

reo looks at you like you’ve personally offended his rich-person sensibilities. 

“you’re crying over a B?” 

“A B+,” you correct through sobs. “it’s not even a full A. i’m useless.” 

“babe. be serious. you’re dating me. clearly you’re full of good choices.” 

wraps you in a giant cashmere blanket and orders your favorite dessert immediately. 

“listen, we can hire a private tutor, a therapist, and a hitman if needed, okay?” 

still buys you a ‘#1 smartie’ trophy and makes you keep it on your desk as a joke. 

kisses your forehead. “next time you cry over an 86, i’m billing you for emotional damage.” 

nagi seishiro

stares blankly at your sobbing form from the doorway. “did someone die?” 

you shake your head, sniffling violently. 

“then why are you crying?” 

you show him your grade. he stares. “… isn’t this good?” 

“it’s not perfect,” you say, wiping your nose. 

nagi, who has never tried harder than 50% on anything in his life, just tilts his head. 

“looks like a passing grade to me.” 

flops onto the couch next to you and steals your blanket. 

“wake me up when you’re done overreacting.” 

later sends you a meme that says “you vs the guy she told you not to worry about” with your grade and his 92% next to it. 

isagi yoichi

he rushes in like a worried golden retriever. “are you okay? what happened?? did someone say something to you???” 

you show him the screen. he stares. stares harder. 

“baby… this is an 86. you’re literally doing better than my ENTIRE high school career.” 

you sniff. “but i studied so hard.” 

“and it paid off??” 

you pout. “not enough.” 

isagi pats your head gently like you’re a distressed puppy. “you’re the only person i know who’d cry over a grade like this.” 

then he starts hyping you up aggressively. “you’re so smart. you’re the genius of my life. you’re basically a scholar. you’re the protagonist of my academic redemption arc.” 

kisses your temple. “let’s frame it and write ‘we’re proud of you’ on the bottom.” 

you hit him with a pillow. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[star-suh]

When the Nerd’s a Fuckboy

Jake Sim x Male Reader

an: just realized part of this fic is similar to the minho bit in the week of wonders one so forgive me for recycling material 😭😭

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yn has been failing his math subject on college, “why the fuck did i choose this degree when i hate maths so much” he cried in the shoulders of his friend sunghoon, “because you are a dumbass” he replied unfazed. “ugh.. whatever” yn blurted out while holding his chest, showing to his friend how much his words hurted him. “instead of being here crying, why won’t you ask one of your classmates, the most intelligent perhaps, to help you with the subject?”.

“hmm the smarter one… who’s the smarty pants in my class?” yn was lost into thinking about it that sunghonn thought he was simply dissociating, “oh fuck no, IT’S JAKEE!!” he yelled making everybody who’s passing by to turn their heads towards the pair of friends, sunghoon covering his eyes with his hand, “the fuck” he murmured embarrased. “sorry by the way but i can’t ask him to help me”, yn exclaimed, “why?” the other asks. “he’s just too scary to approach, he’s a smart guy but he gives off bad boy vibes like a fuckboy”.

“well that sounds off, how can a nerd be a fuckboy. aren’t you just overreacting yn?” sunghoon says with curiosity in his voice, “accompany me to the classroom, you'll see him there”.

“fuck he does give those vibes ynnie, he for sure likes it rough”, “oh my god sunghoon shut up” yn's face lit up in a shade of red, “go to your classroom pervert”. sunghoon waves a goodbye while laughing his ass off. “is he like that?” yn murmurs in a low voice when entering the classroom. 

minutes passed and yn was indecisive if talking to jake or not, the idea sunghoon implanted on his brain not leaving him alone, it's like a ghost coming time to time to haunt him. jake is such a hot guy that everyone who sees him from afar would think he's the bully of the class but they get surprised when they see how he's so nerdy. “h-hi” yn greeted jake, “hello” he greets back while still eyeing the notes written on his notebook, “i was wondering if you umm… could help me with math” yn’s whole body still, nervousness taking over his body. “why should i do that?” jake asks making yn gasp in surprise, if he was in an animated comedy he surely would be animated like a piece of glass shattering. he tries to laughs the awkwardness off, “you're the top student and i really.. really need to pass it with good grades”, “not convincing enough” he replied immediately. ‘fuck why does he has to be like that’ he thought and seeing there's no other way to convince him he took a desperate measure. he pulled his jeans right above his knees so he can bend them properly and kneel in front of jake, clasping his hands together he then proceed to say, “please help me, i beg. i’ll give you anything in return”.

something was awoken in jake, seeing yn kneeling in front of him, with those pouty lips and cock sucking eyes. he needs to have more of that, he needs to take yn. no, he has to ruin yn. jake was one of those smarty pants boys with a high libido so his hornyness was at max level every day, this can be proven when seeing his phone full of dating apps and how almost everyone in the classroom was head over heels for him knowing how good he was in bed, hell, even some teachers and staff members of the college were like that from him, truly a nerdy manwhore. so naturally he has to ruin yn expeditiously.

“anything?” jake asks, his tone laced with lust and depravity but yn wasn't as dumb as he looked like, he knew exactly what jake was asking for but nonetheless he decided ro play that game too.

“yes anything please” he keep on with that act because at the end of the day he's gonna learn something and will enjoy it too so it was a win-win to him but oh boy he doesn't know what's coming to him.

—

“what's the answer?” jake's bangs sticked to his forehead due to the sweat, the frame of his glasses falling off of his nose bridge but he quickly fixes it, he licks his lips “answer me slut” the sound of the spank echoed in the room, his hand imprinted on yn's butt cheek, who was sitting on the other's dick with his back facing jake.

“i-i don't rememberrr” yn gasped, letting his sweaty and marked body fall to the floor but with jake's meat still inside him, the nerd has been obliterating his hole the past hour. everytime he messes up one of the 10 questions on the sheet, jake punishes him and made him start again but with a new sheet of questions. “i won't be able to focus if you keep hitting my prostate” yn whimpers. “or you're just messing up because you love my dick stretching this pussy. even a high schooler could resolve this sheet in 15 minutes” jake pulls out his dick and quickly replaces them with his digits. four of them entering at once on the gaping pink hole, smeared in saliva and lube. “or maybe you're just dumb as a fucking rock” the top adds.

yn's head rests on the floor, no strenght left in his body, a pool of drool forming on the floor, “at least give me a kiss” he pouted, “i don't kiss my hook ups” the nerd replied.

“commme onnn~” jake slaps yn's cheek, “four fingers were enough for you to get fucked dumb?”, “n-n..noo~... i just need to-” he was cut off when jake put his fingers on his mouth, “ah ah ah ah ah.. you can't get distracted dumbslut but i'll let it pass this time. meanwhile i think on something to help you keep tasting your boypussy juices”.

jake's dick slid up and down on top of the other's pulsating hole, the burning friction making it shiver in pleasure as if it's asking for more, “hungry pussy” he blurted out, “haven't had one like that for so long”.

“jake pleashee~ help me with thish and then you c-can fu-fuck me all you wanttt~” yn tried to convince jake so he can rest a little but to no avail, “or i'll fuck you right now and then we study” he slaps his tip on top of the hole, then introduces only that part and starts whiping his dick with his hand, the vibration provoking squelching sounds that were like music foe jake's ears, “god how much i love a wet pussy”. “ish not a pusshyy~” yn talks back and it's received with another harsh spank, his ass bright red already, “it's a pussy, my pussy now” jake slams himself onto yn drawing a loud cry from the bottom, “FUCKK!! sho big~”, yn's eyes rolles back and his tongue was out, “look at you, all dumb over my cock”.

jake pulls yn towards him, locking him with his arm around his neck, bulging veins decorating that pretty skin. the headlock wasn't that hard but it has the right amount of pressure to choke yn. the dizziness making him squirm and by consequence it made his hole grip hard jake's dick. “holy fuck, i'm gonna nut in this boypussy” jake grunted, pistoning his hips faster and harder completely ruining that gaping hole.

“fill me up. fill me up” yn begged, jake’s dick throbbing inside him sending waves of pleasure throughout his body, “fill thish pusshy up. to the brimmm~”. the slurred words plus the beggin made jake's dick twitch, his thrusts becoming sloppier, an in an impulsive act he brings yn’s face towards him to kiss him –breaking his 'rule’–, his tongue eager to explore inside yn's oral cavity. in one of those sloppy thrusts he hit yn's sweet spot so hard that it made him orgasm right there –cumming hands free– the white liquid spilling over his body and then running down his shaft to drip on top of jake's balls.  jake spurted his spooge inside, riding his high while still buried on yn with a few more thrusts. he then let go of the headlock letting the other catch some breath. jake let's himself fall to the floor and yn plopped on top of him, tired he closed his eyes, while being caressed by jake's soothing heartbeat sound.

“what the-” yn woke up, scared. was that all a dream? he was asking himself mentally, “no, it wasn't a dream, get ready ‘cause we need to finish this sheet” jake said with a monotonous, cold voice, completely different at the beast who rearranged his guts moments ago, ‘what the fuck can he read minds now?’ yn thought, furrowing his eyebrows and his eyes narrowing at the nerdy boy. “i can't read minds, you're just predictable”.

“fuck you” yn started to mumble curses towards the other while going to the bathroom limping. jake just stares at him, his usually calm and cold expression changes to a smirk inmediately afterwards, he then fixes his glasses and direct his stare towards the piece of paper in front of him, licking his lips in the process.

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Where Light Bends Wrong | Wednesday Addams

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You’ve kept your secret buried and your power quiet, until Wednesday Addams came to Nevermore and turned your whole world upside down.

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Incessant knocking on my door makes me chuckle softly and put down my pen. “Yes?”

The door creaks open and Enid pops her head in with a blinding smile, revealing her canine teeth. “You busy?”

I shut my notebook and swivel around in my chair, shaking my head. “Not really, just doing some homework. What’s up?”

Taking that as an invitation, she enters the room and jumps onto my bed, buzzing with excitement so strong it makes my hairs stand on edge.

If she were anyone else, I’d ask her to leave because extreme emotions can be overstimulating, but she’s Enid and it’s obvious she has some exciting news to share, so I let her stay.

“I’m getting a roommate!” She dives right in, and I can’t help the way my eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Really? But it’s the middle of the semester.”

She nods excitedly and shuffles so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, facing me. “I know, but Weems just told me, said something about an exception, but I wasn’t really listening after the words new and roommate left her mouth.”

It takes everything in me not to playfully roll my eyes at that, so I just smile and shift in my seat, pulling one of my legs under me so I’m sitting on my ankle.

“Okay, so what do you know about her? What kind of outcast is she?”

Enid pulls out her phone and starts writing something down, her thumbs flying over the screen in record time—probably updating her gossip blog as we speak.

“Not much,” she admits, her eyes still trained on her phone. “Just that her name is Wednesday Addams and she’s transferring because she almost killed a normie boy at her old school which— I know, kinda terrifying, but those are just rumors, kind of. And I don’t know what kind of outcast she is.”

Huh. Addams. That name rings a bell. I try to remember where I heard it before, but nothing comes to mind and before I can comment on anything Enid just said, the school bell rings faintly in the main building, signaling the end of my free period.

“I’m glad you’re excited about your new roommate, Enid, but that’s my cue,” I say, making her look up with wide eyes.

“I— Nooo, we have to talk about this! This is exciting you can’t just leave now,” she exclaims, which makes me laugh softly as I get to my feet.

“Unfortunately I have to, but we’ll see each other at dinner and you can tell me all about this Wednesday girl then, okay?”

It’s almost the end of the day, and while Enid is done for the day now because she didn’t have a free period like me just now, I have one more math lesson to go before I’m finally off.

“Fine.” Enid gets up as well and I grab my bag before we make our way out of the room and down the stairs to the main school building.

I have my own room up in one of the east towers because of my powers, and for the most part it’s nice that I have my own space, but it sometimes feels kind of isolating.

No one at school knows what I truly am, and Weems has said time and time again that it’s for the best because it keeps me safe, but I just can’t help but wonder sometimes what it would be like if I didn’t have to hide my powers all the time.

Enid knows about some of my powers like my super hearing, because she noticed how I flinched once when someone dropped a pen in class, but she’s never asked about it or any other detail.

Other students have tried to ask questions before but Weems has been telling me not to say anything ever since I came here, so I usually just brush them off or say I don’t know myself.

That latter part is kind of true because I don’t know the full extent of my powers either, but I do know what I am and that Weems is right. It’s better if no one knows.

“So, I’ll see you at dinner later?” Enid asks once we get to the quad.

I nod, even though I already feel my chest tightening at all the emotions buzzing in the students around us. I can sense them all, and I can hear almost every ruffle of fabric and every stuttered heartbeat when someone talks to their crush, but I can't say no to Enid now. Sometimes I can ignore it all, but for some reason I can't do it today.

Nonetheless, I say, “Yeah, see ya later,” which makes Enid pull me into an enthusiastic hug that almost gives me whiplash before she skips away to join Yoko and some of her friends.

I look after her for a moment longer, shaking my head fondly before straightening my uniform and making sure my necklace is still hidden beneath my shirt. Then I head to class, already dreading the dinner later.

Dinner, as expected, was overwhelming to say the least. By the time I went to the dining hall, the news of a new student arriving tomorrow had already spread, and the chatter was louder than usual. The excitement was like electricity in the air, and it was so overwhelming that I left as soon as I had cleared my plate and Enid had finished rambling about her new roommate.

It turns out she did not know much more than she had already told me, so there was not much to "talk about", as she put it, but that was fine.

Now I am sitting in the courtyard after a restless night of sleep, having breakfast at an empty table in a far corner, away from everyone else.

Usually I have breakfast with Enid and sometimes even Yoko, but whenever Enid is not around, which she is not right now because she is welcoming her new roommate, Yoko is not either. Not because we have a problem with each other, but because we do not have anything in common except Enid.

I continue eating my oat meal in peace, doing my best to zone everyone out by reading, but then Enid’s familiar voice manages to cut through the chatter around me.

“Welcome to the quad.”

I look up to see her standing on the other side of the courtyard, wearing a slightly nervous yet still bubbly smile. It is strange seeing her unnerved, she is usually so carefree, but I don't dwell on it for long because the girl standing next to her deadpans, “It is a pentagon,” in a clipped, monotone voice, which makes my eyes snap to her.

She is short. That is the first thing I notice, but then I take in the rest of her.

She is wearing a long black trench coat, sleek and tailored, with a pristine white collar peeking out from beneath the lapels. Her pale skin is almost luminous against the inky fabric and her dark hair is braided into two neat pigtails that fall over her shoulders. Her bangs are sharp, perfectly framing her face making her look elegant and graceful, but in a dangerous way. Like a sharpened blade sheathed in velvet.

Her eyes sweep across the quad, dark and calculating, and something about the way she looks at everything makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

So that must be Wednesday Addams, I think.

Once again, her last name rings a bell, and I try my best to place it, but it slips through my mind like water through fingers.

Still, I find myself watching her. Not just because she is new but because I cannot quite figure her out.

Usually, when I'm near people I can sense what they are feeling. Loud, humming energy right under the surface. But with Wednesday, it's different. There is emotion there, yes, but it's quieter. Muted. Like it is buried beneath layers of discipline and control. Like whatever is inside her is kept under lock and key.

It's unsettling and yet, I can't look away.

Enid begins giving her a rundown of the school’s social scene, bright and animated as ever, but I barely register the words. My eyes are still on the girl beside her, and when she says, “I am not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés,” in that monotone and measured voice of hers, I can't help but pull a bit of a face.

What has gotten under her skin? Does she always talk like that?

Enid just scoffs lightheartedly and brushes Wednesday off, slowly leading her around the quad while going over all the outcast groups—Fangs, Furs, Stoners, and Scales all included—while Wednesday looks like she would rather be anywhere else.

She walks stiffly, with a rigid spine, and it occurs to me that she is physically just as composed as she seems to be mentally.

I watch them walk around the quad, my oatmeal now completely forgotten as my eyes follow them. My ears easily pick up what Enid is saying, but it is not her voice I am focusing on.

It is Wednesday’s steady heartbeat because it's calm and unmoving, completely unlike the heartbeat of a new student who should be nervous in a brand-new environment.

I am so intrigued that I don't realize I am literally staring until it's too late.

Wednesday’s dark eyes snap to me like she felt my gaze on her, which she probably did, and she falters in her step just momentarily before falling back in line with Enid, who is still babbling on about Xavier and Bianca’s failed relationship. But Wednesday’s eyes stay on me.

Although they seemed to be filled with boredom just a second ago, almost bordering on emotionless, there is now a spark of curiosity in them that I only notice because her muted emotions shift ever so slightly.

Her stare is so intense, though, that after just a split second— even though I am intrigued by her, just as she seems to be with me— I have to avert my eyes.

I stare at my book again, pretending to read, but I am not taking in the words on the page in front of me when I can still hear Wednesday’s heartbeat pounding in my ears and feel her stare on the side of my face.

Luckily, her attention is not on me for much longer, because Enid guides her along until they reenter the school, leaving me and the rest of the other students behind.

I look up tentatively when I am sure they are gone and let out a quiet breath of relief. It might have been the first time I saw Wednesday, but I know that by being caught staring at her instead of avoiding her gaze like everyone else, I have now made myself a person of interest to her.

And she seems like the kind of person who does not shy away from a mystery until she has uncovered the truth.

The mystery in this case being me, of course.

Well, shit...

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mean nerdy!rafe helps reader with physics…

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you played with your hands while walking along the corridor that would lead you to his dorm. you stopped recognizing the number of his room, you took a deep breath trying to relax yourself as you raised your hand, knocking two times on the wooden door. after a few seconds the door opened wide, your eyes met the figure of rafe, a white polo shirt with simple brown pants, his face decorated with a delicate pair of glasses. he gave you a small look before moving leaving you some space to enter, “come in”.

choosing rafe cameron as your tutor was one of the last things you would have wanted. you had tried to ask other students but everyone was busy with their sessions or they already had too many people to tutor for, and he was your last hope. he was a few years older than you and was fucking good at any scientific subject - math, physics, chemistry, biology - always getting the best grades, and this did nothing but increase his ego, exploiting his excellent knowledge as an excuse to be arrogant and presumptuous. your grades were really bad and failing in physics was certainly not among your plans, so you had to resort to his help.

you would never have thought that he would agree to give you private lessons, you thought that he would have much better things to do, like studying for the next sessions or maybe he already had someone else to whom he dedicated his time, instead he looked at you for a few seconds — maybe feeling your despair — and accepted, giving you an appointment for friday at 5 p.m. at his dorm.

you get inside, a strong smell of cigarette with a vanilla room perfumer flooded your nostrils. the room was quite tidy, very minimally furnished with few personal decorations — unlike yours— there was a small bookcase full of books, and not to mention his desk, covered with scribbled sheets, just as you had imagined it. he sat on one of the chairs fixing his hair, “sit” he said looking at you, you did as he said by sitting in front of him, placing your bag on the chair next to you.

“let’s just start” he said crossing his hands on the table, you nodded taking out your book with a small notebook, as well as a small pencil case. “what do you want to start with?” he asked you, his look stinging while waiting for your answer, you had never had a real conversation with him and being aware of his character you didn’t really know how to behave, you didn’t want to look stupid in his eyes. you opened the book showing him the topic you hadn’t understood, rafe gave it a little look without uttering a word, an imperceptible “mhm” was audible to you while he took his notes.

before you noticed it he began to explain, his words fluid and clear while he gestured lightly with his hands, his eyes fixed on yours sometimes fell on his notes or on your book showing you what he was referring to, not even the slightest difficulty transpired from his speeches, as if he was talking about a banal topic that did not include the most complicated formulas and most absurd meanings. holding his gaze was difficult for you, having to focus your attention on something other than his sharp blue eyes. no matter how much you got lost in the details of his face and how he seemed so involved in what he was explaining to you you could not afford distractions, you had to listen and you had to understand above all what he was saying, or you would not have solved anything.

he stopped leaning his back on the back of the chair, the biceps muscle contracted as he scratched the back of his neck, “got it?” it was all he said, his tone almost arrogant as if not understanding what he said was stupid. “yeah” you nodded placing the pen on the table, on the sheet of your notebook some small sentences were visible concerning some important formulas or terminologies.

“we need to make a little practice” he said taking your book in his hands, flipping through the pages in search of some exercise to put into practice what he explained. the room felt suffocatingly quiet, his presence was intimidating, his sharp gaze like a dagger that kept you on edge.

“let’s try this problem” he said, sliding the book across the table toward you. his hand brushed yours briefly, and you felt a jolt shoot up your arm. it was ridiculous how much his touch affected you, how even his scent—a mix of clean cologne and the faint, lingering cigarette smoke—was making your head spin. “okay” you murmured, trying to focus on the equation scribbled on the paper. but your mind was anything but clear. you picked up the pen, feeling his eyes on you, watching every move you made as if you were under a microscope. he got up from his seat, your breath hitched as you heard his slow step approaching you. you tried to shake it off, focusing your attention to what you should’ve solved, but then he stopped right behind you, you could feel his presence towering you, his scents even more clear now that he was so close to you.

“you’re doing it wrong” he said, leaning closer. his voice was low and curt, but not cruel. he reached out, his large hand covering yours as he guided your pen across the page. his touch was firm, his skin warm, and you found yourself holding your breath as he pressed against your back. “there. that’s how you set it up” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. his breath ghosted across your cheek, and you couldn’t help but turn slightly, catching the edge of his jawline and the curve of his lips in your peripheral vision. he was so close you could see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes when he glanced at you.

“are you even paying attention?” his words snapped you out of your thoughts, and you blinked, heat flooding your cheeks. “y-yeah, I’m paying attention” you stammered, though your voice betrayed you.

rafe smirked, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “doesn’t look like it.” he sat on the chair next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. there was something about his expression—arrogant, almost predatory—that made your stomach flutter in the most inconvenient way.

“i said I’m paying attention” you repeated, your voice a little firmer this time, your eyes never leaving his. you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how flustered you were.

“hmm” he hummed, tilting his head as if he were trying to figure you out. “prove it. solve the next one on your own.” he slid another sheet toward you, his fingers lingering on the edge of the paper. “let’s see if you actually learned anything.” his voice provocative, almost amused by the situation, as if he knew the kind of effect he was having on you. you did your best to hold back, the words threatened to come out of your mouth but you swallowed them; being given private lessons by the best student was certainly not something that happened to everyone, and you could not afford to lose this privilege just to retort his stupid provocations.

you picked up the pen, determined to prove him wrong, even if your heart was pounding like a drum. the numbers and formulas blurred in front of you, and you could feel the weight of his gaze, the heat of his body still lingering near yours. you tried your best, but you didn’t even have the slightest idea of where to start. minutes passed, and each seconds you became more discouraged, his gaze fixed on you almost judging you and you couldn’t take it anymore. “I can’t,” you admitted, your voice barely audible.

rafe chuckled softly, shaking his head. “of course you can’t.” he stood up, moving behind you. you felt your chair shift as he placed his hands on the backrest, leaning over your shoulder to look at your work. his voice was close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “let me show you again.” you froze as his hands settled lightly on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing against the base of your neck. it felt too intimate, too intentional, but he didn’t seem fazed. instead, he leaned closer, his chest just barely grazing your back as he reached for the notebook.

“this is where you keep screwing up” he murmured, his tone low and deliberate. “you’re overthinking it.” his hands squeezed your shoulders lightly before one slid down your arm, guiding your hand to pick up the pen again.

you could barely focus on what he was saying. every nerve in your body was hyperaware of his touch, the heat radiating off him as he stayed impossibly close. you managed to scrawl out the equation under his guidance, but your mind was a mess, the numbers meaningless.

when he finally pulled back, his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “see? wasn’t so hard.” your breath hitched, and you turned to look at him, your faces dangerously close. his smirk widened, his eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. the air between you felt heavy, charged.

“rafe—” you started, but your words faltered when he leaned in, his hand brushing your jaw as he tilted your face up. “relax” he said, his voice a mix of command and tease. “you’re way too tense” his thumb grazed your cheek, and before you could think, his lips were on yours—soft but insistent, a mixture of dominance and curiosity.

you were shocked by his gesture, it took you a few seconds to actually realize that his lips were on yours, and that he was kissing you. your hands tightened around his face pushing him towards you, the kiss quickly became more intense, both fighting for dominance.

rafe pulled away from the kiss trying to catch his breath, but was taken by surprise by your lips again on his, eager to taste his soft lips again. one of your hands went down his chest, pushing him so that he was sitting on the chair next to yours, and in a quick movement you sat on his lap. rafe didn’t utter a word, leaving you free to do whatever you wanted; he couldn’t hide his amusement in seeing you so eager, taking the lead.

his hand tightened around your chin, moving you away from his lips. his intense eyes stared at you for what seemed like an eternity, admiring the way you seemed so desperate after just one kiss, your lips flushed and your hair already messy, your eyes stared at him with a burning desire that you could no longer hide.

“so eager are we?” he was teasing you, a faint laugh left his lips. you tried to speak but his hand was too tight and you knew that if you opened your mouth nothing sensible would come out, he would only have made fun of you. he let go of the grip on your chin, letting it wrap more gently under the jaw, angled your face while his lips approached your cheek, placing a sloppled kiss right under your ear. you bit your lip closing your eyes while his kisses followed the line of your jaw, slowly going down towards your neck. for sure that bastard knew how to use his lips.

his lips moved skillfully against your neck, sucking and wetting the skin. unknowingly your hips began to move against his lap, looking for a desperate clutch with his bulge, your pussy almost praying to be touched. his free hand tightened around your waist stopping your movements, his lips let go of your neck bringing his gaze back to you. “didn’t know you were so needy” he said lowly almost as if he was talking to himself, his cock semi hard in his pants and he could feel through the thin material of your panties a wet spot.

"you were the one who kissed me first," you replied, raising an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth lifting into a sly smirk. you weren't lying-it had been him. he kissed you first, set everything into motion, and now here you were, the one craving more, so typical of him.

his gaze darkened, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "and you were the one who couldn't keep your hands off me, pushing me back so you could grind on my dick" his voice was low, dripping with heat, each word sinking into you. “just a consequence of your gestures” you said shrugging your shoulders, rafe couldn’t help but laugh at your answer.

“i think we should do less talking” he said in a whisper, resting his lips on yours, this time he didn’t stop you, letting you rub yourself on his bulge, earning you little whinings from him. his hand tightened around your breasts, squeezing it between his hand, you weren’t wearing a bra so it was easy for him to feel your hard nipple and squeeze it between his fingers through the material of the shirt, earning a small gasp from you.

“you want this?” he asked you, as if it wasn’t already obvious enough. but he needed to hear you say it, just to boost his ego even more. his hand made space under your skirt, playing with your panties. “yes” you answered without hesitation, the need between your legs growing more and more. his thumb gently brushed your clit, moving in a circular way, the contact sent a shiver all over your back and you couldn’t help but let out a little whine at the slightest pleasure he was making you feel.

“stop teasing” you ordered him in a firm voice, your hands clenched around his shoulders in search of support. “as you prefer” he replied in a moking tone, a grin on his face. without wasting more time with two fingers he moved the material to the side, with two fingers he collected all your wetness. he started teasing your clit again with his thumb, this time, however, he pushed two of his fingers inside you, a big gasp left your lips to the sudden intrusion. his fingers moved quickly and with experts inside you, touching all the spots that made you shudder, as if he knew you for years and knew by heart how to make you melt.

your head fell back completely overwhelmed by pleasure, small and continuous moans kept coming out of your mouth, unable to contain you. rafe loved how responsive you were, your moans were like a sweet song to his ears and he couldn’t help it, he angled his fingers inside you, his pace getting faster and faster making you continue with your melody. “love your pretty sounds” he said, his eyes completely fixed on you while his hands worked on you like no one had ever done, “fuck... just like this” you incited him, your voice choked completely out of breath, your hips moved slightly, riding his fingers.

you could still feel his hard cock against the soft skin of your thigh, and for the pleasure he was making you feel you couldn’t help but reciprocate. you brought your hands to his belt, unbuttoning it quickly, you unbuttoned his pants and with your fingers you tightened the zipper pushing it all the way down with a quick movement. you stopped for a few seconds, your legs trembled while rafe continued to hit your spongy spot. you continued your work by pulling out his cock, his pink and swollen tip practically screaming to be taken care of, he was long and thick. lke a magnet your hand tightened around it, your thumb rubbed on the fluffy skin of his tip.

“g-goddamn...” his head fell back, a spit fell from your mouth ending directly on his tip, using your fingers you spread it along the entire length, quickly working the hand around him. his expression was simply fantastic, his face corrugated, his eyebrows sulked while his mouth emitted small pathetic whimpers. despite this his fingers continued to abuse your little wet hole, his free hand tightened tightly around your thigh, his fingers dug into the soft skin leaving a mark.

“f-fuck” his voice completely broken as he continued to moan your name, your walls tightened around his fingers at the sight below you. you could not explain what you were feeling, in seeing a presumptuous, unpleasant, proud guy like him completely wrapped around fingers, a mess of moans and whines, bringing yourself closer and closer to the orgasm.

slimy sounds filled the room, coming from both of you. you tightened your hand around his tip, focusing on it again, having realized how sensitive he was. “h-holy shiiit baby” a broken moan came out of his mouth and you could feel his legs shaking under you, he was close.

and you were too.

he could feel it, from how your moans were more persistent and how your pussy was clenching around him, almost trapping his fingers. “as much as I love you pretty hand around me, i fucking need to be inside you” and so he took out his fingers, your hole clenched around nothing as you felt your stomach squirm for the orgasm just denied. your hand around his cock stopped,you watched him with a pout, even if you knew that in a few seconds you would finally have his cock inside you.

“you better make it worth” you provoked him. you knew he would fall into your trap, “oh don’t worry angel... you know I’ve got you.” and before you could realize his cock slung inside you, his length made space inside you while his thickness widened your walls. rafe let out a choked moan at the sensation of your warm walls, which welcomed him inside him. “feels soo good around me... so fucking tight” he praised you, his hand was around the flesh of your ass, holding it in his hands.

without giving you a any time to get used to him, he began to push himself hard inside you, his tip hit in no time your cervix. he helped you take off the shirt you were wearing, throwing it somewhere in the room. his hand immediately tightened around your breasts, squeezing it. he gave you an hard slap on the ass as his hot mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking it and biting it lightly. you wrapped your hands in his hair, pushing him closer to your chest, completely ruining his carefully done hairstyle.

you don’t know what happened to you, but you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him backwards so that his back was against the back of the chair, you dug your nails into his skin while you crossed his gaze — confused but intrigued by your sudden gesture of dominance — his cock stopped inside you. you began to ride him, your hips moved quickly as a hand of rafe came down to stop firmly on your waist, his glasses completely fogged. “shit rafe... feels so good inside me” you said with a big moan, his big cock sank into your hot and wet pussy. you lowered your face meeting his lips, the kiss was completely messy, your tongues quickly collided with each other, the salivas mixed together as well as your cum inside you.

“look so beautiful like this... riding me so fucking good” he said with clenched teeth, another hard slap on your ass. “i’m cumming” you said immediately after hearing his words, you could feel the weight in your stomach grow. rafe’s hips met your thrusts, while his hand went down, the index and middle finger moved quickly in a circular way on your clit, leading you to high.

with a big moan you finally reached your climax, your movements slowed down abruptly, your legs trembled at the intense pleasure achieved, and if it hadn’t been for his hands tight around your body you were sure that you would have already fallen. “fuuck” your pussy tightened around his cock, releasing your cum that was covering his tip inside you.

“that’s it baby, took me so well... f-fuck gonna cum” his voice hoarse as he used his last forces to push himself inside you, trying to reach his orgasm. it took you a few seconds to recover from the insane orgasm you had just had, despite the sense of overstimulation you moved your hips slowly, meeting his thrusts. “shit... here we go” when he feel he’s reached the limit he pulled out, he squeezed a hand around his length moving it quickly up and down, with a few pumps splashes of his cum finally fell on your lower stomach.

“thaaat’s it” his words dragged as he fully enjoyed the sensation, his hand tight around the tip not wanting to waste even a drop. without thinking twice you brought two fingers along your stomach, collecting his cum and then bringing your fingers to your mouth, savoring its flavor.

he didn’t say anything, but his gestures spoke clearly. he approached to give you one last intense kiss, savoring himself on your tongue, his hand gave a last slap to your ass before finally detaching from your lips, “we have to continue studying” he said, suddenly returning seriously. he lifted you slightly so that you were sitting on the chair next to him.

he got up from his chair, adjusting his pants and polo while sitting in front of you. “alright, let’s get back to work,” he said, his tone casual, as if nothing had happened. but the way his gaze lingered on you told a different story.

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So OBVIOUSLY Jayce is as smart as Viktor; I don't think Viktor would give him the time of day if he wasn't. But I think he does have a bit of the Elle Woods "What, like it's hard?" about his weird freak genius brain in that he doesn't realized quite how much of an outlier he is.

Like it seems from Jayce and Viktor's chalkboards and also the scenes of Ekko, AU Powder and Heimerdinger building the Z drive that there is actual rune math involved, in that runes have mathematical properties and you can do equations with them. And I think it's highly unlikely anyone in Piltover formally teaches this branch of mathematics because no one believes magic can be accessed in this way, and also it's not like Jayce is gonna be requesting an elective to learn the stuff needed for his illegal science project. So I'm guessing Jayce was teaching himself an entirely new branch of mathematics probably out of some weird old books imported through slightly irregular means, on top of all his regular coursework/research. Hell, he was probably inventing/discovering new rune math in the process of creating Hextech; by the time the Hexgates are open he could probably write the textbook on it.

With Viktor, I actually think the element he would think was no big deal is his engineering skill. Zaun is absolutely full of crazy tinkerers building shit out of nothing and jerry-rigging solutions to problems and keeping things working with spit, rubber bands and ingenuity. They have advanced prosthetics and body mods (I am sure Viktor's back brace is an Undercity creation; no one in Piltover knows how to make that stuff because no one needs it); they have "potions" that heal serious wounds quickly; even the Firelights' hoverboards are a technology we don't see in Piltover. Jinx and Ekko both figure out how to make usable Hextech artifacts with way fewer resources than anyone in Piltover has; Ekko and AU Powder invent fucking time travel when they have a bit of time to mess around with things.

And when it comes to book learning I'm guessing Viktor had no one to compare himself with as a child, so he's teaching himself calculus at age ten out of a book he stole out of some rich Piltie kid's backpack and thinking this is probably how everyone learns topside. He probably ran circles around his fellow Academy students when it came to formal classwork but he barely pays attention to that because it's not discovery; it's just demonstrating that you know the material and he already knows that he knows it. He spends one evening reading Jayce's notebook and is able to understand enough to know the science is solid and contribute to advancing it. (And how much do I love the idea that he fell for Jayce's brain, as seen through his research notes, before any other part of him.) Viktor builds what's essentially a magical AI (the Hexcore) which no one even knew could be done and is still frustrated that he's not figuring out how it works fast enough.

Tl;dr these guys match each other's freak on a brain level instantly and like no one else around them and that would already be some soulmate-level shit no matter what else you think is going on.

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Do You Think About Me?

`~Noah by Megan Moroney~

Author's Note: requested! so sorry it took forever to get out lol Summary: Sweet high school romance lol Word count: 8,749 Warnings: nothing too serious

Remember how we’d skip class? We were all that and in love.

She sat in the front row of her third period math class. Mr. Nicholson was lecturing directly in front of her. His back was turned towards the students as he was writing out the formula he wanted his students to learn. 

Dragging the eraser of her pencil against the paper slowly tracing absentmindedly along the corners of the paper. It was impossible for her to focus. It was the Friday before prom and she couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect tomorrow needed to be. 

After prom, all of their friends were staying at the local hotel. Jack’s parents booked the presidential suite with several rooms for everyone.

Tomorrow was going to be perfect, needed to be perfect. The room was hot and muggy with the sun glaring through the dirty windows. The class was full of muffled conversations between each of the students. She was the only quiet one as she lifted her gaze to see Mr. Nicholson awkwardly shifts in front of the class.

Brushing her hair away from her face she glanced towards the door that was propped open. Her heart jumped into her throat as she saw Jack leaning against the wall directly across the doorway. Her posture straightened as a small grin instantly formed to her lips.

A smirk fell on Jack’s lips as he raised his finger up towards his lips. Tilting his head to the side as he slowly walked backwards away from the view of the door. His bag was on his back. Clearing her throat, she looked towards Mr. Nicholson who was fully spinning around to face the students again.

Y/N raised her hand up and he instantly called on her.”Can I go to Mrs. Hanson’s office please?” she asked through a cracking voice.

“Yes, grab your stuff. Come see me during your study hall,” he stated before he looked towards the other side of the classroom. Without hesitation, she began to shove every notebook and piece of paper into her bag. She glanced down the hallway to see it was empty.

She knew Jack was hiding a few feet away from the door. Every once in a while he would sneak over to her classroom, wanting to see her for a few minutes. It wasn’t often but if he was hovering outside of the classroom, she knew he wanted to see her. 

It didn’t take long for her to gather all of her things before she stepped away from her desk. She tossed her bag over her shoulder as she took fast steps out of the room. Fighting the smirk forming to her lips. She turned left and instantly began walking down towards the hallway. It was dead silent as she walked down the hallway towards their usual meeting spot. There was an empty closet they would hang out in that was on the opposite side of the floor. 

She glanced behind her to see that no one was following her as she rounded the corner towards the closet. Suddenly, she felt hands take a hold of her waist. A gasp fell from her lips while she felt her bag slide from her shoulders.

Looking up, she saw Jack standing directly in front of her with a wide grin on his lips. “Took you long enough, Gorgeous,” Jack mumbled as he reached behind him to pull the closet door open.

“You have to stop hovering during Nicholson’s class, he’s starting to catch on,” she mumbled as he guided her inside by her waist. He chuckled as he reached towards the backpack against her shoulder. Quickly, he dropped the bag towards the floor. He pushed her back against the door. 

He brushed her hair behind her ear as he leaned towards her. “This is the only time I get to see you during the day,” he whispered against her ear. Slowly, he took a hold of her chin to tilt her head to the side. Leaning towards her, delicately pressing his lips against the side of her neck. 

Biting her bottom lip as she tilted her head to the side. He took a hold of the lock and twisted it. He glided his hand along her jawline as he began to suck the skin beneath her ear. Teasingly biting the skin as she raised her hand up and started sliding her fingers through his hair.

“Jack,” she mumbled out as she leaned her head back against the door. He hummed against her neck before he began to pepper kisses along her jawline.

“We only have so much time left together before you aban–”

“Baby, please don’t bring this up right now,” she mumbled as she took a hold of his cheeks, pulling his head back.

“Okay,” he let out breathily before he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers urgently.

The king to my prom queen, voted most likely to make out. That was us.

She stood in front of the mirror running her hands along her sides. A sigh fell from her lips as she turned to the side to look at her side profile. She ran her hand along her stomach while she continued to scan her frame. The dress was tighter than her normal wardrobe.

It was a satin red dress, with a tight sweetheart neckline with thin straps. The dress was tight right above her hips before it began to be more flowy. There was a high slit that stopped high up on her thigh.

Prom is meant to be the last hurrah of high school. She needed tonight to be perfect. Their future together was left completely uncertain. She needed it to be everything she wanted and more.

She brushed her hair away from her shoulder as she let out a huff of air. She took a few steps away from the mirror, pulling the dress up as she walked away. There was a soft knock against her door. Clenching her jaw, she took a shaky breath. 

Jack poked his head into the bedroom, his eyes were shut, “Can I come in?” he asked softly. Her body straightened as his voice rang through the tiny room. A wide grin formed to her lips as she slowly spun around to face the door.

“Yes,” she mumbled as she shyly rested her hands onto her hips.

Quickly, he shuffled inside, his eyes opening instantly. His mouth fell open as a blush instantly spread across his cheeks.  He raised his hand up as he covered his mouth, trying to hide the wide grin on his lips.

“Wow,” he muttered as he shook his head slightly. His eyes continued to scan her features, admiring every curve along her frame. She tilted her head to the side as her arms rounded over her stomach. He shook his head as he reached behind him to twist the lock towards the door. 

“Let me see you,” he mumbled as he took a hold of her arms and dropped them to her side. Carefully, he began to trail his fingertips along her frame. The satin fabric against his fingertips sent shivers down his frame. 

Her lips curled upward slowly as she tilted her head to the side, scanning his frame. Jack rested his hands on her lower back pulling her closer to him. Her hands rested on the base of his neck, his frame was covered in a black undershirt and a matching pair of slick black dress pants. His hair was styled perfectly, messy but on purpose. She took a few pieces of his hair between her fingertips. Looking into his light eyes she saw them widen.

“What?” she questioned breathlessly. He smirked as he raised his hand up and took a hold of her cheek. He dragged his thumb across her cheek as he looked over her features. He pouted his bottom lip for a second before he leaned towards her. 

Leaning towards her, he pressed his lips against hers softly. A hum fell from her lips as she leaned into him. Slowly, she ran her fingers through his hair as he pulled her closer to him.

After a few seconds he pulled back, “So beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, slowly her lips curled upward as her eyes flickered open. “And all mine,” he whispered as he leaned down, taking a hold of her waist and lifting her up off of the ground. 

“Jack!” she scolded through a fit of laughter as she tightened her grip around his neck. He rested his hand onto the curve off her ass as her chest was pressed aganist his shoulder. “Jack, oh my god!” she said as Jack swung the door open. 

“Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” he shouted as he reluctantly allowed her to slide down his frame and land on her feet again. Her hands rested on his chest as she stared towards the top button of the shirt. Fighting a smirk forming on her lips as she reached towards it and unbuttoned it.

“Baby?” he questioned barely above a whisper as she adjusted the shirt for him, showing off more of his chest. The silver chain on his neck became more apparent. She took a hold of it in her hand as she looked up towards him, meeting his gaze. “What’s on your mind?” he asked teasingly. 

She shook her head slowly as she dragged her hand along his chest. Dropping her hand, allowing him to interlock their fingers together. He tilted his head back while biting his bottom lip. Y/N began to climb down the steps, Jack shamelessly watched each sway of her hips.

They rounded down the steps to see both of their families scattered all over her living room.

“There they are!” her mother shouted as they continued down the steps. Jack’s eyes instantly widened as he lifted his head up. He pursed his lips forward as he tried to hide the grin on his lips; or the fact that he was staring at her ass.

“Can we get some photos now please?” his mom begged, getting the room to laugh. She nodded dramatically as they began walking towards their backyard where there would be beautiful areas to take photos. Jack looped his arm around her waist as they continued through the sea of people in the house.

~

It had been several hours since they arrived at prom, the food was amazing, the music was shockingly good and the dancing was incredible. Jack didn’t leave her side the entire night. She was half expecting to see him disappear with his friends but he stuck around. They would dance in the sea of people or sit down to relax for a while.

It was a dreamy night, not perfect but dreamy enough. Jack’s appearance alone was enough to make the whole night dreamy for them. 

The only part that seemed to bother her was the amount of girls that would still approach him and flirt. Rumors were going around school that the NHL was ringing him and his career was around the corner too. Girls were obsessed with the idea of becoming one of his groupies, hoping that one day they’ll get picked to be the one.

Even though Jack already had the one. He was completely oblivious to what the girls’ intention were as he only had eyes for Y/N. 

Right now, they were swaying along to the slow song that was playing loudly in the ballroom their school rented out. The class president was on stage, fumbling with the microphone in her hand as she was staring towards the paper in her hand. 

Y/N rested her head onto Jack’s shoulder as she shifted her gaze towards the stage. Jack’s hands were gliding along her back soothingly.

The class president was standing on the stage, spewing out a speech about how important prom is to everyone and how this is the last big moment before the graduation ceremony.

The words didn’t matter as she shut her eyes as she continued to sway along to the music with Jack pressed against her body.

The words didn’t matter until, “Welcome to the stage your prom king and queen, Jack Hughes and Y/N Y/L/N!” Her eyes widened as she lifted her head up from his shoulder. A wide grin was plastered to his lips as he quickly began to guide her towards the stage. 

He wrapped his arm around her waist while leaning towards her, whispering, “Just smile and wear the crown, my love,” he pressed his lips against her cheek. A small chuckle fell from her lips.

Walking onto the stage, the ballroom erupted into cheers. Many of the cheers were dedicated towards Jack but her friend group was cheering loudly for her in the back of the group of people.

She was dissociating while she was on the stage, there was loud music as a tiny crown was placed onto her head. The only thing keeping her within reality was Jack’s arm around her waist.

There was a small smile on her face but she never liked having attention on her; that didn’t matter when she was dating Jack Hughes. 

“Smile, my love,” he whispered in her ear as the class president stood in front of them with a camera. A soft laugh fell from her lips as she began smiling widely. She leaned her head towards Jack as they smiled for the picture. Glancing down, she saw the sash across her frame. She doesn’t remember that being covered over her frame.

Jack took a hold of her waist, forcing her gaze towards him. A small smile fell to her lips as she looked up towards him to meet his gaze. “So stunning,” he whispered before he leaned towards her pecking her lips briefly.

Smiling up towards him she reached towards him and took a hold of his hand as she guided him off the stage to the sound of cheers surrounding them. Quickly, she guided him away from the stage towards a secluded area of the ballroom. There were plenty of eyes watching their movements, watching them walk away from the crowd.

“Woah, baby, what’s happening?” he let out while letting out a nervous laugh.

She spun on her heel, turning to meet his gaze through the dark dimly lit room. “Do you want everyone to watch?” she asked teasingly.

“Watch what?” he shot back, a smirk toying to his lips.

She rolled her eyes without replying as she continued to guide him towards the secluded hallway barely hidden enough from the crowd of their classmates. But for once, she didn’t care. 

Y/N continued to guide him towards the hallway, instantly pressing her back against the cold wall. Without hesitation he pressed his body against hers, pinning her against the wall. He reached over to take a delicate hold of her chin.

“I love you,” he whispered. She smiled softly as she leaned towards him pressing her lips against his softly.

Her lips parted allowing him to deepen the kiss. His hands began to roam her frame while he pressed her body against the wall. His fingertips glided along the exposed skin of her thigh from her dress. He hummed against her lips as he lifted her leg to wrap around his waist. 

A giggle fell from her lips as she took a hold of his cheeks with her hands. “Never wear a normal dress again,” he mumbled against her lips, a low hum falling from his lips in the process.

“Yeah?” she questioned teasingly.

“Oh yeah,” he mumbled before he devoured her lips once more.

I remember you saying I’d sound good with your last name

She was hesitant to be here, almost worried that her presence would ruin the biggest day of Jack’s life. She sat beside him on the inside, his mother was sat beside him. The rest of his family followed.

It was a conversation they have had repeatedly about if she should be here or not. Jack wanted her here, rather needed her here. She was afraid that if one day they broke up and she would be a part of this huge moment forever. Jack didn’t care about that, he needed her to be there beside him.

He was afraid that at the last minute the Devils would pick Kaapo Kakko over him. There was talk that closer the draft came that he was the better choice than Jack. Jack had something to prove. Maybe being picked first meant that he would prove it to himself that he does belong in the league.

Jack had his arm draped across her shoulder as she rested her hand low on his knee. Slowly, she dragged her thumb soothingly along the checkered suit. “All this waiting is for show right?” Jack leaned towards his mom, whispering. His heart was racing dramatically as he looked over the New Jersey Devils themed screens. 

Y/N didn’t hear what his mother was whispering to him, but she continued to slowly run her hand along his leg. He wouldn’t admit it but he was nervous, everyone knew it. Jack instantly leaned towards Y/N, delicately pressing his lips against her jawline.

“What was that for?” she asked softly. He looked over her features while taking a deep breath. He shook his head as they all lined up towards the microphone. The entire space instantly simmered down and started paying close attention. He dropped his hand from her shoulder, reaching over towards her furthest thigh.

He squeezed the skin of her leg repeatedly, calming himself down. She rested her hand on top of his as she ran her thumb across the skin. He shut his eyes for a moment but he couldn’t not watch everything that was unfolding in front of him. His heart was slamming against his chest, cascading shivers all over his frame as he stared towards the stage. His hand was squeezing her leg repeatedly.

“With the first pick overall, the New Jersey Devils are proud to select from the US program, Jack Hughes,” 

Jack dropped his head as he squeezed her thigh for a second. Quickly, he stood up from his seat, turning towards her, waiting to embrace her. Instantly, wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her tightly to his chest. 

“I’m so proud of you, my love,” she whispered as she pulled back. He smiled widely as he mouthed I love you towards her before he spun around and began making his rounds to hug his family.

She stood on the outskirts of it and watched the light in Jack’s eyes erupt. He was so happy, so proud of himself now too. He was allowed to enjoy this moment, expectations were going to follow but right now he was allowed to savor every second of crossing that stage and putting on that Devils jersey. 

She brought her hands towards her mouth, covering her quivering lips as she watched him cover his frame with the jersey. The red jersey covered his frame beautifully, it fit like a glove.

Ellen inched over and wrapped her arms around Y/N’s body. A giggle fell from Ellen’s lips, covering a happy cry that fell from her lips. “I’m so glad you joined us,” she muttered against Y/N’s hair. 

Pulling back, she looked up towards Ellen, the tears that were brimming Y/N’s eyes were starting to fall slightly. “Really?” she asked softly. Ellen’s lips fell into a pout as she instantly pulled Y/N tighter to her chest. 

“Of course honey, he’s so in love with you. And we adore you,” she whispered into her ear. 

They hugged for a few more seconds before they were all escorted to the back of the stage. Jack had to do several interviews while they were waiting for him in the back.

~

Several hours after the draft day ended, there was a party that was supposed to happen in one of the hotel suites. Jack’s family was already there but Jack was emotionally and physically exhausted.

He was standing at the foot of the bed staring towards the jersey laid out on the bed. The Devils logo front and center, it made his heart race. She was laying on her stomach, kicking her legs back and forth in the air slowly. She watched him admire the jersey for a few seconds. He smirked as he looked up towards her. 

Their eyes instantly connected and he smiled widely toward her. She tilted her head to the side, pursing her lips forward. He forced his gaze back down towards the jersey, an idea circling his mind. 

“What?” she asked breathily as she watched him round the bed. He shook his head slowly as she rolled onto her back. Leaning back on her elbows, she watched him stand in front of her. Teasingly, he took a hold of her knees, gliding his fingertips along her skin. Slowly, gliding his hands down her thighs.

The corner of her lips curled upward as she continued to look into his eyes. “What are you thinking, pretty girl?” he asked as he pushed her legs apart teasingly. A dry chuckle fell from her lips as he continued to glide his hands along her skin 

“I’m thinking that we should go to that party before your parents start asking questions,” she explained as she looked into his light eyes. He bit his bottom lip as he reached towards the jersey laying beside them. 

“I’m thinking you should put this on right now,” he mumbled while reaching over and sliding it over towards them.

“It doesn’t belong to me,” she teased as she took a hold of the jersey sleeve.

“Just wait till our last name is on the back,” he said while pulling her body towards the edge of the bed. Slowly, she sat up while keeping eye contact with him. He reached towards her, dragging his fingertips beneath her shirt.

“Our last name?” she asked while she took a hold of the jersey, dragging it over her lap. Jack smiled softly as he leaned back, keeping his hands to himself. Slowly, she pulled the jersey over her body. Jack’s eyes lit up at the sight of the Devils jersey covering her frame. 

“Y/N Hughes, doesn’t it sound so perfect?” he questioned as he stepped back and admired her frame with the jersey drowning her frame. She leaned back on her hands as she watched Jack shamelessly scan her frame.

His Devils jersey looked as though it was made for her frame. It was better than he could’ve ever imagined, seeing her in his NHL jersey. He never wanted to see her in anything else. It was exactly what he wanted, maybe more. The soft smile on her lips, teasing him with a singular look.

“It’s got a nice ring to it,” she let out teasingly as he slowly climbed on top of her forcing her on her back. She giggled as she rested her hands onto his cheeks as he instantly leaned down and pressed his lips against hers urgently. A soft hum fell from her lips as he continued to kiss her as if it was the last thing he’ll ever do. 

Her fingers ran through his hair as he reached down and took a hold of her thigh, wrapping her leg around his waist. They stayed in that position for a while, their lips moving perfectly insync. 

After a few seconds, he rolled onto his back. He was biting his bottom lip as he watched her eyes squint slightly. 

She smirked as she straddled his lap, running her hands across his chest. A smile spread across his lips as he dragged his hands up and down the backs of her thighs. Teasingly pushing her dress higher and higher on her frame. Smirking, she brushed her hair over her shoulder.

“Can’t wait to see you wear it with our last name, baby,” he mumbled as he continued to glide his hand along her frame. Slowly, tugging at the fabric of the jersey. 

“Can’t wait,” she whispered as she leaned down, kissing him so delicately. He squeezed her thighs delicately as he parted his lips; for once letting her take control of the moment.

“Yeah?” he mumbled against her lips. She nodded as she ran her thumb across the skin of his cheek. “Y/N Hughes,” he let out a soft smirk on his lips before he leaned down and kissed her slowly. 

They stayed in that position for several minutes. Neither caring how late they were going to be for the party. Jack never wanted to get the image of her in his jersey on top of him out of his mind. She was beautiful, red was absolutely perfect on her. 

Time seemed to fly by, the longer they were together like this. Their clothed bodies grinding against one another as they were desperate to shed clothing. The lingering thought of the people waiting on them in the back of their minds.

Jack seemingly didn’t care, all he knew was that his girl was in his NHL jersey. That’s all he wanted, that’s all he needed.

At least he thought so before there was a loud knock against their door. She instantly leaned back, her hands covering her mouth as she stared down towards Jack. He simply had a cocking grin on his lips as he massaged the skin of her thighs for a second. She quickly climbed off of his lap, taking a hold of his jersey and pulling it over her head.

“Hey, hey, keep it on,” he let out with a pout on his lips. 

“Jack,” she scolded while laughing as she dropped it onto his lap. She climbed off the bed, adjusting the ends of her dress. Quickly, she walked towards the bathroom to adjust her frame. 

Jack rolled his eyes playfully as he jogged towards the door. He didn’t check who it was before he swung the door open. Trevor and Cole were both outside of his door. Smirks were evident on their lips.

Cole swallowed harshly as he glanced towards the bathroom that was lit up, “Your mother is wondering where you and your girlfriend are. We offered to search for you, in case it wasn’t a pretty sight,” Cole teased.

Jack shoved him back as a wide grin fell to his lips. “Shut up, man,” he let out while laughing, “Get in here,” he offered while laughing.

The two boys snuck inside of the hotel room, they were both still wearing their jerseys. “Did we have a good reason?” Trevor asked teasingly. Jack didn’t respond as he simply chuckled nervously. “Where’s your jersey?” Trevor continued while pointing towards the sweat stains on his chest.

“I was hot,” Jack mumbled, avoiding both of their eyes. 

“Bet you were,” Cole teased.

We were counting on forever till forever never came.

They were laying in her bed, facing one another. One of his hands was looped around her waist. His hand rested beneath her shirt, gliding his fingertips along the skin of her lower back. His other hand rested beneath his head. Their faces were only an inch apart. 

Her hand rested on his cheek, running her thumb across the apple of his cheek. His eyes were shut, simply savoring each passing moment. Long distance started tonight. He needed to leave for the airport in two hours. 

“Baby,” Jack mumbled out as he continued to run his hand along the skin of her lower back. She hummed as a reply as she took in a deep breath while she dragged her thumb along his cheek. “Have you changed your mind yet?” he asked somewhat as a joke. A breathay laugh fell from his lips as he opened his eyes slowly.

Their eyes connected as she squinted her own eyes. A pout fell onto his lips as he rolled onto his back, his hand gliding away from her frame. A huff fell from his lips as he stared towards the ceiling.

“Jack,” she muttered as she inched towards him. She reached for his cheek, pulling his gaze back towards her. His lips slowly curled up into a smirk. “Do you really want to have this conversation again?” she asked softly while watching his eyes lit up. He shrugged while looking up towards her.

“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you,” he muttered. Slowly, she leaned down pressing her lips against his for a few seconds. A hum fell from his lips as he reached towards her, taking a hold of her hip. 

“We’re not breaking up, Jack,” she mumbled against his lip, she dragged her finger across his bottom lip teasingly. He smirked as he rolled his eyes playfully. 

“I know baby, but I won’t see you for-like-ever,” he mumbled as he pushed her onto her back. A giggle fell from her lips as he laid on top of her frame. He wrapped his arms around her center as he rested his head into the crook of her neck. Their legs instantly entangled as he pressed his lips against the side of her neck.

“We’ll make it work,” she whispered softly as she dragged her hand slowly along his back. He let out a small sigh of relief as she continued to run her hand along his back. Carefully, she glided her fingers through the short ends of his hair.

“Can you transfer to Rutgers next semester, I mean–only if you hate it at Michigan State. I would hate it there too,” Jack mumbled jokingly. His question if she could transfer has been a topic of discussion between them since the draft. 

She would be lying if she didn’t consider it. Michigan State was her plan since she was a kid. Her parents both went there and so did each of her older siblings. There was no other plan, there couldn’t be another plan.

Her mom used to always tell her to never go to college with a boyfriend. Life was meant to start new at college. But Jack was different. They’ve been together since they were fourteen. She didn’t know life without him. He didn’t know life without her.

She always had the fear that they would break up, he would find someone better. Yet he always made her a priority, no matter what. He’s so in love with her, he didn’t know how he could be without her.

“We’ll talk about it later in the semester, you know that my love,” she explained as she continued to trail her fingertips along his back. He squeezed her sides for a few seconds while he pressed his lips against the skin of her neck.

“You’ll think about it though right?” he asked quietly as he lifted his head up, looking down towards her.

“I promise,” she muttered.

“Yeah?” he asked with a soft smile on his lips. She nodded. “Good,” he said before he leaned down and began to kiss her slowly. She hummed against his lips as she glided her hands through his hair. 

“We’ll be okay,” she mumbled against his lips. He nodded before he propped himself up, hovering on top of her. Parting her lips, she allowed him to deepen the kiss. Their tongues instantly connected, creating an instant wave of heat over her frame.

The kiss was slow and desperate as they were savoring every last second, every movement. Leaning back, he took a hold of the ends of his shirt. Instantly pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor.

A smirk formed to her lips as her gaze dipped towards his toned abs. A cocky grin fell to his lips as he felt her glide her fingertips across his muscles. She could feel his muscles tense under her delicate touch. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers delicately as she ran her hands across his upper back. His body erupted in goosebumps as her hands glided along his hot skin. Jack felt intoxicated with the way her lips moved against his. Her vanilla perfume engulfed his senses, a smell he could never get tired of. 

~three months later~

She sat on the half broken couch inside of the fraternity party. Her roommate was sitting beside her, drunk out of her mind. Y/N not so much. She was tipsy, sure, but she was definitely more self aware than Chloe. 

The music was slowly getting quieter as she was staring towards the group of people across from her. She knew almost everyone in the party. Her dorm floor had half of the fraternity brothers on it; so eventually it became easy for her to be friends with them. 

Jack would be lying if he said that he was okay with it. Most of her friends were guys and he wasn’t a huge fan of it. Especially since they would flirt with her constantly. She always claimed that they were being nice, but Jack knows when guys have different intentions.

She saw the group of guys dancing together, a few girls were in the mix. It was late, late enough that she should be making her way back to her dorm. But Chloe was in no shape to walk a quarter mile back to their room.

This wouldn’t be the first time that she would have to stay the night in the basement because of Chloe. Getting drunk like this was her way of coping with the fact that Owen, her friends with benefits that loved to flirt and dance with other girls. Y/N had a lot of cleaning up to do. 

Her phone started vibrating in her pocket and she quickly began to pull it out. It was Jack calling her. A small smile formed to her lips as she stared towards the contact photo. It was a mirror picture on his draft day. She was wearing his Devils jersey as he was pressing his lips against her neck while fighting off a grin. She brought the phone towards her ear. 

“Hey pretty boy,” she let out, a sigh of content leaving her lips. 

“Hey baby, are you busy?” he asked softly. 

Her lips fell into a small pout for a second before she pursed her lips forward. “I’m at a party making sure Chloe doesn’t swallow her tongue. But I can step outside for a second,” she offered while standing up from the couch. She pointed to her friend Kyle who was on the outskirts of the circle. 

“Yeah, I miss your voice, baby,” he let out, his voice was raspy as he spoke.

“I miss you too,” she let out as her voice broke as she spoke. Kyle wandered towards the couch and sat down on the opposite end of where Chloe was laid out. “How are you feeling?” she asked quietly.

She nodded towards him as she climbed the stairs out of the basement, there was another collection of party goers on the main level of the house. She shoved her way through the crowd, bumping into a few people in the process. 

“I’m so exhausted, my body hurts. Wish you were here, the usual,” Jack explained with a dry laugh leaving his throat. 

She stepped out of the house onto the back patio. There were a few people smoking on the patio, nodding towards her while she walked away. She stepped down the patio and began to pace back and forth along the gravel driveway. 

“I’m sorry, my love, I wish I was there too,” she mumbled.

“But you won’t transfer to Rutgers, right,” he said, a scoff falling from his lips.

She stopped dead in her tracks as she tossed her head back, “Did you call me just to have a fight, Jack? If that’s the case then I’m just going to fucking hang up, I’m not in the mood,” she shot back, rolling her eyes as she looked back towards the small group of people that were leaving the house. 

“I just don’t understand how you can be comfortable being so miserable away from one another,” he said, a crack in his voice was evident. She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip while dropping her gaze towards the gravel beneath her feet. 

“I am not comfortable with it! I miss you with everything that I have, Jack. How do you not understand that?” she explained with a sob climbing in her throat. “All I want is to be with you!” 

“Then be with me!” Jack shot back.

“Jack, I’m not in the mood to have this conversation again,”

“You cannot tell me you are happy there,” Jack let out, evidently holding back tears as he spoke.

“I can be happy here and still want to be with you, J,” she let out while wiping the sudden tear that fell on her cheek.

For a while, he didn’t reply. She wasn’t even sure that he was still on the phone with her anymore. He hated that she was happy without him, he hated that it was even an option for her. Yet, all he wanted was for her to be happy. He simply wished that her being happy was with him and not hundreds of miles away.

“Jack?” she let out quietly. 

“I want you to be happy, baby.” he let out as he tilted his head back against the headboard. Her body straightened as the words left his lips. She had no idea what he meant by that. A small gasp fell from her lips as she watched another group of people walk out of the house and start walking towards the main street. 

“I want you to be happy too, J,” she mumbled. Jack took in a deep breath as he shifted his gaze towards the ceiling. “I want to be with you, Jack, but I love it here,” she said as a sob rose in her throat.

He squinted his eyes shut as he stared towards the ceiling, “I know, love,” he muttered before he began to chew on his bottom lip for a few seconds. “I just wish you could love it here with me,” he let out while swallowing harshly. 

“I want to, Jack,” she said as she glanced behind her to see Timothy, Kyle’s roommate, standing on the back patio. He was leaning against the railing watching her. “I need you to know that I wish I could just drop everything and move to Jersey. But I can’t drop every dream I have for your dream,” she expressed as a sob fell from her lips.

He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip as he looked towards the framed photo on his nightstand table. It was a photo of them before prom. Her sister took a photo of them while they were still at her house. Jack had his arms around her waist as he was swaying their bodies back and forth. 

“Why don’t you call me tomorrow? Get some sleep, beautiful,” Jack let out after a sudden deep breath. She sniffled as she looked towards Timothy. He was patiently waiting for her to get off of the phone. 

“Can I call you when I get back to my room? I don’t know if I wanna sleep alone tonight,” she asked softly. 

“Absolutely baby, FaceTime me, yeah?” he question quietly before clearing his throat.

“I will, love you,” she mumbled.

“Love you more, baby,” Jack said as he hung up the phone. 

She kept the phone near her ear for a second as she heard it disconnect. She knew what was coming. They were crumbling as the days went on. She could feel it. He could feel it. Neither of them wanted to hate each other at the end. She was still in love with him. He was madly in love with her.

Distance was destroying them. She has visited several times over the last three months. But a weekend every three weeks can only do so much for a relationship. Especially since Jack was so emotionally exhausted and he wasn’t even halfway into the season yet.

Carefully, she brought her phone back down from her ear and into her pocket. She looked behind her towards Timothy. “Destiny is with Chloe now, if you want I can walk you back towards your dorm,” Timothy called out. She nodded while she instantly turned on her heel to start walking away from the party. “Are you crying?” he asked as he jogged after her.

“Not a big deal,” she mumbled as she kept her head low, she watched her feet carefully at each step.

“Did your hotshot boyfriend make you sad? I dont’ care if he’s good at hockey, I’ll beat his ass,” Timothy jokes. She let out a small laugh while rolling her eyes. 

“He’s not good at hockey, he’s amazing at hockey. Stop calling him hotshot,” she let out as she met Timothy’s gaze for a second, “And let’s be real, you wouldn’t stand a chance against him,” 

“Seriously though, are you guys alright?” he questioned while they were walking side by side.

“I think we’re breaking up tomorrow,” she let out softly.

“What?”

“Long distance is killing us. He wants me in Jersey, I want to be here. It’s just going to make us hate each other,” she said as a sob fell from her lips. 

Timothy reached over towards her, politely wrapping his arm over his shoulder. He swayed their bodies back and forth a few times. “Fall break is coming up, why don’t you visit him and mend things?” he offered.

“He’s on a roadtrip during the long weekend, can’t even see him,” she explained while she still kept her gaze low.

“Maybe you two just need a little mental break and you’ll be back to normal,” 

“Maybe,” she mumbled.

~~~

They’ve been avoiding the topic for nearly an hour. It was never deliberately implied that this is what they were going to be talking about. But with how everything has been going for several months, it was the most likely topic of conversation.

For a while, she talked about the party last night. She would rant about the music, her friends, and her roommate who has yet to make an appearance at it was almost ten in the morning. She received texts from Kyle and Destiny saying that Chloe was alive and being taken care of. 

It just meant that she had enough time to talk with Jack without any interruptions. 

Although, Jack had his fair share of avoiding the topic discussions. For a while, he talked about his morning skate. How his coach pushed them an extra mile even though they had a game this afternoon. He talked about how great his teammates were and how he was trying his best to be hopeful about the rest of his season. He was wearing his suit, his hair was already done. 

For the first time since he answered the call, there was a long moment of silence. She kept her gaze low, staring towards the promise ring on her finger. She spun it slowly before she pulled it from her finger to see what it would feel like. The only time she didn’t have it on was when she showered. Even when she slept, she kept it on. 

It felt wrong to not have it on. It was as if it was a part of her. It’s been a part of her for years. Years that were amazingly cut short by a difficult few months. Distance was destroying them. They knew that.

“Y/N,” Jack let out softly as his voice cracked. He wouldn’t look away from her and she wouldn’t look up. He watched as a tear fell on her cheek. She raised her hand up and wiped it away, with the hand that had the ring. His body erupted with heat as he saw the ring no longer on her finger. 

His own eyes began to get watery as it dawned on him. He wasn’t making her happy anymore. He knew that if she was with him in Jersey and if he was there in Michigan they could be happy and be okay. 

But that’s not how things panned out for them. She was his right person, wrong time. He knew that. 

“Are you happy?” Jack asked as he tilted his head to the side. She raised her hands up and brushed her hair away from her face. The ring was back on her hand. His heart was slamming hard against his chest. 

“I’m in love with you, Jack,” she let out while shaking her head. 

“That’s not what I asked, baby,” he let out before he covered his face with his hands for a second. “Do you think we can beat this?”

“I don’t know, J,” she mumbled while shaking her head.

Silence fell between them. That was the answer. Neither of them knew if they could say the words. Admit it out loud that they were ending. She covered her face with her hands, a sob falling from her lips. Jack tilted his head back, a tear falling onto his cheek. 

Jack watched her cry. The thought of booking a flight to go see her crossed his mind. Maybe it’ll fix it, seeing her one more time and just looking at one another and maybe fixing things. 

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’m sorry that this–” he began as he had to stop himself or he would let out a sob. She shook her head as their eyes connected through the screen. 

“D-Don’t apologize,” she muttered with a sad smile on her lips. He nodded as he chewed on his bottom lip. 

There was an echo of the doorbell through his apartment. He switched his gaze towards the door. He knew that Nico was here to drive them both to the arena. Jack tilted his head back for a second before he looked back towards the screen. His lips parted, seeking out something to say.

“Go be great,” she mumbled to him as she wiped another tear off of her cheek. Jack saw the ring still on her finger and nodded to himself for a second.

“You too,” he muttered before he ended the call. He stared towards his laptop screen, waiting for her to call back; maybe to change their minds. 

He stood up from the couch, wiping his hands across his cheeks as he walked towards the door. He pulled it open and instantly spun on his heel and started walking away. 

“Hey man, you ready?” Nico asked as he awkwardly stepped into the apartment. His eyes were dancing around the apartment. 

“Yeah, just give me a second,” he mumbled. It was obvious he was holding back tears. He slammed his laptop screen shut. He quickly switched his gaze down towards his phone screen.

It was a photo of him and Y/N. He took a deep breath as he instantly opened the settings app. He can’t keep looking at that, it would shatter his heart more.

“You alright?” Nico asked while he shoved his hands into his pockets.

Jack shook his head while avoiding Nico’s gaze. He walked towards the door while shoving his phone into his pocket. He switched the background to one of the generic onces that Apple provides.

“Wanna talk about it?” Nico questioned. Jack didn’t reply at first as he walked towards the door. He pulled it open, letting Nico walk out first.

“Y//N and I broke up and no I don’t want to talk about it,” he let out quickly so that he didn’t have to think about it too hard. He needed to play, that’s all he knew at that moment.

Jack, did you know at night I think of you and me?

It has been five years since they last saw one another in person or even spoke. Jack’s career continued to grow exponentially. He was confident in his game and he was playing with his younger brother. He was happy. Everything seemed to be perfect.

She graduated college a semester early. After college, she began to post content on TikTok. She was successful on the app, but it was only a side hobby. She moved to New York around two months after she turned twenty-three. The job she got was perfect and she was living the most perfect life in New York.

Being in New York, Jack’s name was thrown around a lot. She would do her best to ignore it, try not to think about him. They’ve been broken up for as long as they’ve been together. It didn’t make sense for her to still care about him. Let alone think about him as much as she does. It didn’t feel right. Especially after she found her boyfriend that she's with now. He was kind and caring. There was no spark or thrill. It was easy. 

Maybe she needed easy after everything that happened with Jack and after him. She lost plenty of friends after that. The second their relationship had ended, her friends all tried to make a move. As if she wanted to be with them, even though she was so madly in love with Jack It never crossed her mind to want to be with anyone else.

She was scrolling through her Twitter feed to see a clip of Jack playing against the Golden Knights. It didn’t look right. Everything about his movements after the play didn’t look right. He appeared to be in so much pain that she almost could feel it in her own shoulder.

The game happened last night and she saw that the team announced that he was out indefinitely. It shattered her heart. She’s watched him from afar, dealing with the injuries. Her boyfriend was lying beside her, dead asleep. She was wide awake, contemplating on hitting the button.

What’s one little conversation with him going to do? It’s been years without speaking to one another. Years of moving on, it was going to be fine. Nothing could happen that could make this ruin what she has with Riley. Nothing could ruin that.

A sigh fell from her lips as she tossed the comforter from her frame. She tiptoed out of the bedroom, delicately shutting the door behind her. She stared towards the contact that no longer had a photo. All it read was his name and nothing else. 

She squinted her eyes shut as she brought the phone towards her ear. The ringing sent a shock to her frame as she tried to decide if it would be better to just hang up. But instead she continued to let it ring. It seemed to take forever but in reality it only rang four times before he answered.

“Hi,” she let out breathily, almost as if something was restricting her voice. She could hear his smile as a small laugh left his lips.

“Hey,” he muttered out.

“I was thinking about you and I wanted to call and see how you were doing…with everything,” she said while her eyes were still shut. It was as if she was trying to picture him on the other line.

She wondered if he would havea cocky grin on his lips or if he would be blushing. She landed on it would be a combination of both, it was always a combination of both.

“I was thinking about you too actually,” he said with another small laugh.

“Oh yeah?” she asked while chuckling.

“Yeah, you popped up on my for you page, didn’t realize you moved out here,” he expressed.

“About two months ago,” she mumbled. He hummed.

“I mean, I’m out for the season so if you want to get lunch or something we should–we should catch up,” Jack offered.

She tilted her head to the side, staring towards the bedroom door. Tilting her head to the side as the vision of Jack sitting across from her again crossed her mind. She tried to hide the fact that the idea was exciting. Maybe this was her sign. Forcing a relationship doens’t mean that happiness will happen. She wanted to be happy but forcing it was obviously not working. 

“Yeah, sometime–yeah,” she muttered while tilting her head back. She began to pace back and forth while she contemplated on bringing it up. “Just let me know once your feeling better,” 

“Will do, hun,”