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When Dawn is All We Have

Bestie!Jake x Male!reader ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡ ᵕ்̥♡˖۪۪̥°̥.♡ ᵕ்̥♡˖۪۪̥°̥.♡ ᵕ்̥♡˖۪۪̥°̥.

☻ requested! by Anon, "hey i really love your works sm!! i got really happy when i saw that your requests are open!!! could you write a fluff/smut with male!bodied reader x jake? wherein the reader and jake are bestfriends but there lingers a tension between them for months. so one day when they hangout they finally snap and make sweet love to each other,, but its their first time for both so it might be a little awkward i hope you have a good day or night <3"

SYNOPSIS ✄ Jake is your childhood best friend that you have been in love with since forever. After finally attending one of his infamous house parties, an intimate moment between the two of you causes an unforgettable night of first-times and nervous giggles.

WARNING ✄ 18+/smut. This is an au (alternative universe) that takes place in high school. All characters are of legal age. Mild cursing. Read at your own discretion !

CONTENT ✄ AU - high school (18+), unrequited love, gay romance, boys' love story, friends forever to lovers, house party, other enha- members (briefly mentioned), ongoing tension, a lil bit of fluff, kind of sappy, a slice of angst (maybe..?), Richboy!Jake, top!Jake, bottom!reader, gentle-dom Jake, awkward (yet super cute) first time, plethra of kisses. neck kisses, nipple stim, slow and patient, protected sex (lube is also used), fingering, intercourse (penetrative sex), a crumb of aftercare

WORD COUNT ✄ 9.1k (pretty sure this is my longest story)

AUTHOR'S NOTE ✄ New setup, how do we like it? I was getting kind of bored with the last one and wanted to switch things up. I haven't written in a while, but when I was going through some of my requests to write, this was the first one that caught my eye and I had to write it. This took me a week to write, just cause I wanted it to be perfect. Also, I'd like to say that the tension between Jake and the reader has been longer than just a few months. LMK if there are any mistakes, cause I caught quite a few when proofreading, but I'm sure I didn't get them all. Hope you all enjoy!

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You lounged against the only wall that was empty of horny bodies and drunk people. You clutched onto your bag with one hand while holding a solo cup of water in the other.

Parties weren't your thing, but Jake insisted that you make it to at least one of his -- the ones you would hear talk about in the cafeteria, and the many posts you saw afterward on social media. Jake was notorious for his house parties. You remember getting a call from him at 3 in the morning asking for some help with cleaning. When you walked in, everything was covered in muck and trash, the furniture was moved all over the place, bottles and solo cups covered every inch of his house -- more so, mansion -- which was one of the many reasons his parties were so big. Who would pass up the opportunity to bang it out in the indoor pool? Or the four empty guest rooms that were just collecting dust? Or maybe even the full-size basketball court his parents insisted on having in case guests come over and miraculously want to play a game of one-on-one.

Jake was privileged. And he had been for however long you knew him. You remembered his top-tier birthday parties, even that one time they set up a carnival in his backyard equipped with actual rides, the times you both had sleepovers and their personal chef made you meals you've never even heard of, the different cars jake would pull up to your house or school in, and the little times you could ever remember paying for yourself when he was with you. Still to this day, you wondered how you became one of his closest friends, or how you even still were. He was constantly busy, with keeping up with his many friends, hosting his many parties, and to add on to his already impressive resume, keeping up with the many requirements of being student body president. Even with all his events, he still managed to find spaces to spend time with you, whether it was a call at 2 in the morning or a quick drop-by your place, you would at least hear from Jake every single day.

There were plenty of times that you could have easily spent all day with him, but you never liked being around his other friends, the ones that also wore expensive clothing and marveled at what normal people did. You would find yourself giggling every now and then when you remembered teaching Jake at 12 how to iron his clothes or wash the dishes by hand, or how to hold a broom properly. He was clumsy and a bit shy, but cute. Those were one of the first moments you thought of Jake as more than just Jake. He was Jake with a pretty smile, Jake with nice hair, Jake with sparkly eyes and smooth hands -- the first time you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about him constantly.

And since then, you've never stopped. There were occasions when you were too nervous to be around him, feeling like your heart would pound so loudly he would hear, that your cheeks would flush and he'd noticed. At that age, you weren't sure what was going on. It was scary, to think of a boy the way you were supposed to think of a girl. As hard as you tried, those thoughts never went away. You remembered wishing you could slow dance with him at the 6th-grade winter dance, hold his hand as you both walked to class, send him love notes in between lectures; do the things you saw the other middle schoolers doing. There were nights when you would cry yourself to sleep knowing nothing would ever happen, cause nothing ever could. You marveled at the time you had cut Jake off completely, hoping that whatever you felt would just go away. But it never did. And after two months of Jake not hearing from you, the summer before 8th-grade, he strolled up to your house as casually as ever, grabbing onto your arm without explanation and taking you to eat. He never asked why you stopped talking to him, and it didn't matter, since not even those two months stopped you both from talking your heads off like old times.

After that, there were things you just didn't do with him like you use to. Like sleeping without a shirt since you got insecure about him seeing the same skin he's seen before, making sure the door was open while he was in your bedroom just in case he did something cute and you needed a reason to leave just for a second, not letting Jake get to close or sneak attack you like he liked to do. And it only got worse as puberty started hitting you like a truck. You grew exceedingly taller in a matter of months, hair grew from places you didn't know hair could grow, Your voice cracked with every sentence you spoke, you kept waking up feeling the uncomfortable bulge in your underwear, and how weird it felt when you peed sometimes.

And you blamed puberty for one of the most embarrassing moments of them all. You both were at his place, not really talking much since Jake had lost his soccer game and moped around. You weren't much of a sports person, but you liked when he invited you, except, this was the one game you missed. And the only game they didn't win that entire season. He blamed you for losing, especially since you missed it to hang out with someone else. You both got into a mini argument. One, cause he was mad you didn't go and two, cause you wouldn't tell him who you were with. By then, you started to experiment with different guys. It was nothing big, just fro-yo and a casual stroll through the park, not even a kiss. And as much as you liked Jake, you still never took his bullshit. After a couple of curse words flew from his mouth, you grab your bag to leave, but Jake stopped you. He grabbed onto your wrist, but you pulled back with force. He attempted to grab you again, but you dodged each one. After a while it was a goose game, you ran around his room that could've been its own gym, but after a while, you grew tired. Of course, with Jake being a soccer player, he still had plenty of energy.

In a matter of seconds, he knocked you onto the floor rolling you over on your back and pinning your arms to the side. You and he had wrestled plenty of times, some of those times were not fully clothed, but at that moment, you saw Jake in a different light.

His hair was cascaded over his eyes, his cheekbones glistened from his prior sweat at the game, his lips were barely parted, taking a few quick breaths. You remember he said something, but you never remembered what it was. All you could think about was how close his face was, the light scent of mint as he spoke, the way his lips were a slight red, not like the light pink they usually were. You remembered he stopped talking and took a minute to stare back at you. For just a moment, just a quick moment, you thought he might actually kiss you. But instead, he leaped off when he felt something hard touch his skin. You remember he shouted dude, covering his eyes. You ran to his bathroom so embarrassed. It took you an hour to leave out. Jake insisted that it was okay, things like that happened, but you made him swear he would never bring it up again. And he didn't.

But you felt that he subtly liked to tease you. It started with air-poking at your crotch, but by high school, he was bold enough to actually poke it. Then you knew it was your imagination, but sudden awkward gazes happened between the two of you, more often than not. There were occasions where it felt like Jake sat closer to you than usual, where he placed his hand on the small of your back or thighs, which you would push away out of nerves. There was once a few months back while Jake was taking you home, he stopped you from getting out, and pulled you closer, in a joking manner is what you assumed it was, but the way he peered into your eyes, struck a chord in your heart.

That's why you were pretty sure he knew you were gay, and he teased you cause he knew. But you never did come around to telling him. There were multiple occasions when you almost did, but you were scared of his reaction, you were scared he'd stop being your friend. You were sure he wouldn't, but there was always that what-if. But he had to know. There was that one time he saw a message from a guy you talk to for a short period. He teased you about it, but you swore it was nothing like that and he went along with it. But you knew he knew. He never did say anything, and you were more comfortable with that than letting him in on the truth.

Hours before, you face-timed Jake. Since this would be your first house party, you wanted his opinion on your outfit.

"Ok listen, I bought this at Good Will and still haven't worn it out. I think it gives me rich kid vibes," Jake just laughed off your comment as you stepped into the frame.

You decided on a light green knitted vest over a white t-shirt, paired with grey jeans and black Birkenstocks. Jake took a moment. You could only see half of his face but you knew he was frowning the way his eyebrows furrowed. "lose the t-shirt." You whine in protest. "I have some hot people coming to this thing, you're going to want to look good." So, of course, you lost the t-shirt. Stepping back in frame Jake gave a dramatic expression.

"Woah Hercules, put away the guns!" You flash him the bird.

"Is it ok or should I wear something else?"

"It would be fine if we were going to one of your choir concerts, but this is a house party," You rolled your eyes. "Then why didn't you say that in the first place?"

"Cause I didn't feel like it," he giggled before continuing. "Just throw on a graphic tee and switch your shoes for sneakers. That'll do." And again, you did. Jake teased you a few more times before you eventually hung up.

When you did pull up to his house, you observed the dozens of cars already pulled up. You waited at the last minute to show, hoping that it would somewhat be empty, but it was the complete opposite. You walked up closer and stopped, suddenly debating all prior choices. The music was so loud, you could hear the base from where you stood. People were coming in and out, some were guiding their drunk friends and others were on their way to find privacy. You held the grip on your tote tighter. In a sudden moment, you missed your bed, the one that didn't require social interactions or peer pressure. You took a deep breath and walked in. It was stuffed with bodies. Bodies dancing, smoking, drinking, partying. You stepped out of the way of a girl that stumbled past. The lights were low but you could still see the foggy haze that filled the house. You walked to where Jake said he'd be, and there he was.

You watched him laugh, and it was like it happened in slow motion. His hair was let loose for once, some waves falling in front of his eyes. He was laid out on the couch, the same way he always was when you guys did nothing but watch movies all day. He took a look at you and smiled wider. Your heart thumped a little. You'd think after 6 years, your crush on him would've faded, but if anything it grew deeper. You remembered when the wishing for hand-holding turned to wishing he'd kiss you. By the time high school started, you couldn't stop the wet dreams from playing. You couldn't stop yourself from staring at Jake in his indecent areas, especially when he was playing soccer. You try to avoid it by talking to other guys, but you never let them in. The most affection you showed them was a hug; once you let a guy kiss your cheek. but that was it. You still had this terrible hope that Jake would wake up one day and realize he was in love with you just as much as you were in love with him.

He did one of those weird bro-hugs he's never done with you, probably cause you complained to him how dumb it was. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you understood he was with his other friends. The ones that were the exact opposite of you, and to be quite honest, Jake too. He introduced you to each of them, the ones you tried to avoid at every cost.

They were all pretty much how you expected them to be: tall, cute, good hair. One in particular caught your eye since he had a sense of style you'd never expect from one of his rich friends; Jay was his name if you weren't mistaken. His two friends Ni-Ki and Heeseung towered over your small frame, Sunghoon and Sunoo kept to themselves on one end of the couch, and Jungwon seemed extremely friendly, widening his arms as if asking for a hug.

Jake hit his arms. "Here." Jake handed you a cup. "Before you shake your head, it's just water." They say you're supposed to pour your own drink at parties, but you trusted Jake with your life, and this was no different. You grabbed it but didn't drink.

You spent a few awkward minutes mingling with his friends who had nothing important to say until a specific song came on. Girls around you started to scream, rushing themselves to the self-made dance floor. Jake's friends whisked themselves away dragging him with them.

Then you were alone. And that's how you ended up by the wall, watching as girls danced, moving their hips in circular motions, swaying their arms in the air. A few of them attempted to dance against Jake, but he managed to find a way out each time. You felt a sharp pain strike your chest. Jake has had girlfriends before, and you've met every single one of them since middle school, all of which you told Jake weren't his type, not because you liked him, but because you knew they were gold diggers. You wondered if he'd lost his virginity yet, since he teased you quite a lot about how you were still one. You knew he'd at least had his first kiss when you caught him making out with the captain of the girl's soccer team, and you remembered going home and crying. But that was back in middle school, and now you were seniors in high school, both 18 and about to be in college. Which you couldn't wait for. Jake would be off at some ivy league, probably his dad's alumni, and you'd pray you were at least a few hours out from home, maybe community college or a small university.

You didn't know you were staring at Jake until he made abrupt eye contact with you. You look away, shyly, as if you hadn't known Jake since forever. But here it felt weird, different. He was in a space you weren't familiar with, in a space that made you feel like an outcast, which you didn't mind being, but in the public's eye, it felt daunting. In your room, you didn't care cause you simply didn't have to. Here, you felt more exposed than ever. It was no lie that you and Jake were complete opposites. He was rich, you weren't. He was the typical popular kid who was captain and president, you were tech in your production of The Little Mermaid, lead soloist in the choir. You both couldn't have been more polar. You didn't even know if Jake's friends knew you existed. You both had your own identities at school. Sure, you had few classes together, and occasionally walked the hallways in conversation, but it was nothing more than you would do with an acquaintance from math class. Even at his games, he would give you a quick wave, and after that, it was like he forgot you were there. You knew it wasn't out of malice, so you didn't want to burden him with your feelings, but it didn't feel good.

You wanted to leave, but Jake promised you he'd pay for your lunch for three straight weeks if you stayed at least 4 hours. He already always did pay, but you knew he would purposely forget his wallet, and you'd be the one paying. But by the second hour, your social battery was running out. You went from the wall to the couch, switching anytime it seemed like someone was going to try and strike up a conversation with you. You watched Jake who moved around the house casually talking to every person, refilling his drink, and moving back on the dance floor. There was once he nudged his head in your direction, as if asking you to accompany him, but you shook your head harshly, looking away as to ignore the problem.

Then came hour three, and by then you thought you'd die before hour four, boredom and the smell of sweat clogging your brain. You'd lost track of Jake and couldn't find him. Paying for three weeks of lunch didn't seem so bad anymore. You crowd-surfed to see if you could make contact with him, but no luck. You wondered if you could just leave and he wouldn't notice, lying to him and saying you stayed the actual four hours. But after thirty minutes, you notice how the house starts to clear of bodies, the air wasn't so clogged, and eventually, the lights came on. By the time hour four struck, Jake was saying bye to his little gang of friends, before closing the door.

Now it was just you and him.

"Should we check the bedrooms for stragglers?" You joked, Jake gave a sleepy smile.

"Everyone knows not to go upstairs smarty pants," Jake sat beside you on the couch. "Just like they know to leave by three," you checked your phone and by surprise, it was three on the dot. You nod your head impressed, "wow, so this was the infamous Sim party."

Jake nods again, sleepiness rolling over him. "I can't believe this is your first time coming."

"This isn't really my forte."

"Did you enjoy yourself at least?" Jake looked at you for an answer. You wondered whether to lie or tell the truth, but Jake could tell when you weren't being honest.

"I stood in the corner to avoid social interactions, so.." Jake laughed at your comment.

"Oh wow," he took a minute, daydreaming up at the ceiling before turning to you abruptly.

"This is the perfect time to show you," He leaped up from his spot on the couch and grabbed your hand, pulling you up the stairs, past the first hallway, and down the second where his room was located.

"I've already seen your signed ball Jake," You thought he might've been so drunk he forgot he already had shown you.

He shook his head, "no not that, just come on," And he dragged you through the rest of his house that felt like trying to find your way out of a maze.

By the time you had made it to his destination, Jake pushed open a door connected to the ceiling and climbed the steps attached. He reached for your hand. "Jake, I'm not going in you fucking attic,"

He just laughed again, "It's not that. Give me your hand." You gave Jake a glaring look, but of course, you put your hand in his. It was dark for only a second, but by the time you got to the last five steps, you could see the night sky peeking out. When Jake made it all the way up, he grabbed ahold of your hands and hoisted you the rest of the way. That's when you found yourself on the top of Jake's roof, looking out over the rest of the house. The night sky was empty, you were up so high that you could see above the large oak tree sitting in the front lawn. The sound of crickets and a cool night breeze serenaded you into finally being able to relax. You were no longer in the trapped hold of society, but in the grasp of Jake and his company, and that made you feel more at home than anything.

Jake, still holding your hand, guided you to sit down beside him. You both situated yourself against a window, the window that was above Jake's bed. "You finally found a way up here," you said, as you still admired the view.

"Yep, just took 18 years," You both remembered the different techniques you both tried to do to get up to that stupid window that was at the height of his room. But nothing worked.

You both laugh along together. You tried to control your aching heart when Jake laid his head in your lap, sighing out of relief.

You both stayed like that for a while. You couldn't explain this feeling, but it was enough to make you emotional. At that moment, you had two things you wanted the most, peace and Jake, something you never got at once. You felt like you could do anything up here. There was a sense of relief that you'd never felt before, and after a few more minutes, you felt a tear slip from your eye.

You were sure Jake was sleeping from the slow breaths he took, but after a while, the tears started to fall, and you couldn't stop them. You weren't even sure why you were crying, maybe it was hysteria from being up so late, maybe it was from all of the people in one setting that you'd hadn't had to experience before. But when you look down at Jake's soft face, at his freckles against his nose, his perfectly aligned eyebrows, his beautiful sharp eyes, you knew it was because of him. Your best friend, whom you've loved forever, was now lying in your lap, and you felt guilty for keeping such a big secret from him. You felt guilty for all the years you felt so much love for him, the type of love that was not reciprocated back, at least not in the way you wanted it to be. And now more than ever you wanted to scream your truth louder than your voice would let you.

But all that came out was a sniffle.

"If I open my eyes and you're crying, I'm going to punch you in the face," You watch through your blurry vision and saw his eyes sparkle open. And when he made eye contact you wept softly.

You squeezed your eyes shut and weren't sure what Jake was doing, but the sudden coldness on your lap led you to believe he had lifted himself off.

You try to gain control of yourself, but it was like something was pushing out, even if you didn't want it to.

You felt Jake grab ahold of your wrist and pull them away from your eyes which you knew were swollen.

"Hey, what's going on?" Jake's voice was slightly above whispered, and it crept up your back with a shiver.

You shook your head. "Nothing, I don't know why I'm crying."

A moment passes. A few more tears fall out and you wipe them away. Jake didn't say anything, just watched as you did, his eyes dipped in worry, but he knew to give you time.

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. The silence drags on and now you're not sure what to do.

"I want to," you stop talking to take a few deep breaths when you hear how shaky it sounded.

You have trouble speaking like your voice wouldn't let you, and you felt like crying again at how weak you were being. But you didn't have time to be frustrated when Jake grabbed at your hands and intertwined them, something he's never done, but it felt nice for his warm hands to come in contact with your cold ones.

"You don't have to speak if you're not ready," You look up from your lap to Jake's face, which you realize is scarcely close. You look into his dark brown eyes, and it only took that one look to know that he knew, he was just waiting for you to tell him. You keep staring at his eyes. Gosh, how they mesmerized you. The way they glimmered in the slight moonlight, the way they made you feel so safe. You watched his eyes flutter, the curve of his eyelashes, his small pores that never seemed to catch acne.

Then you noticed Jake's eyes avert from yours down. You had to be dreaming, there was no way he was looking at your lips. But he looked back at your eyes, his pupils wide and shaking as if asking for permission. And out of response, you part your lips slightly. If Jake was teasing you, you would never forgive him. You could hear your heart pulsing in your ears, you clutched onto Jake's hands tighter.

And you couldn't even believe it when his lips touched yours. It was a nice feeling. Jake's lips are as soft as they had always looked, smooth in texture and so gentle in touch. You don't even grasp the fact that your eyes are still open until you feel yourself drift into a trance you'd never been in before, and you closed them softly.

And it's over before you can even marinate in it. You're left with a cold wet sensation, and it burns your insides. You looked each other in the eyes once more, before chasing his lips and finding them pressed harder than the last time.

You kiss him mindlessly, like everything you were feeling up to this moment didn't matter. You were kissing Jake, the Jake that you had loved since forever; and he was kissing you back with just as much force, letting loose of your hands to move them across your thighs.

You were clumsy with your own, trying to find spaces to touch his skin, but the revelation that you were doing this in the first place was still something you were processing. His hands keep on trailing up and down your legs, and you decided to just do the same. It was weird that the desire you've always had but refused to indulge in was now your reality. Minutes before he was only your friend, and now you weren't sure what that word meant anymore. You had memorized the outline of Jake's lips, the color, the width, how his bottom lip was always thicker than the top. But now you got to taste them.

You had come to full terms with being gay and what that meant and what that felt like -- but with Jake -- it was something much more. Jake was like a distant star you'd reach out and pretend to touch with one squinted eye, knowing that it was impossible to actually grasp. But here you were kissing him and it still hadn't fully reached your brain in a way that you could connect.

Jake was the first one to break away, catching his breath from the prior fit he had with your lips. He looked down at his hand that had found comfort on top of your lap. You didn't know what to say, or if you should say anything. Maybe it was better to let the silence be the spokesperson, maybe it was better to just let it absorb the two of you until you both turned to thin dust.

"Come on." Jake didn't meet your eyes, and he didn't the entire way back to his room. When you both entered, he closed it quietly as if you two weren't the only ones home. You noticed the way his hand shook as he turned towards you.

He had a look on his face that you've never seen. Was it worry? Fright? Gloom? It scared you to see his face like this. It was even scarier that you couldn't decipher what was happening.

Jake made his way beside you on the couch. He sat in proximity that wasn't far, but closer than you were able to handle. His knees slightly touched yours, and you swallowed down the blush creeping its way up.

There was another moment of silence -- it made the air clammy -- as if you were back at the party. You can't help but fiddle with the fabric of your tote, pretending to marvel at its rough edges and colorful print. But you didn't want to be stupid, you knew Jake was watching you as he fiddled similarly with his shirt.

You've never felt like this ever around Jake; like you wanted to crawl into a small hole and wake up ten years later. Just the subtle touch of Jake's skin made you overthink that you were coming on too strong, or maybe that you were secretly asking for something more and that's not what you wanted him to think.

You were even more worried that Jake might've kissed you out of pity, out of empathy. He saw you cry, not like he ever has before, and at that moment, he felt that it was the right thing to do. And it hurts to think it, but you wanted to bring yourself down before he had the chance to. You wouldn't let it falter your demeanor, you would just laugh at it and ask not to speak about it ever again, and he'd most likely agree. Then you could go back to living in secret.

"I really liked kissing you," Jake's voice is as casual as ever, a bit shaky on the word 'kiss', but nonetheless, it caused you to quietly panic, waking you from your ironic thoughts. Your turn to him in a frown -- out of habit -- meeting his big brown ones that sparkled under the fluorescent lights, full of an innocence -- or maybe vulnerability -- that you've never seen him express.

"Really?" You felt so stupid for that being the only word you could think of.

"Yeah.." Jake smiled boyishly, He opened his mouth again to speak. You watched as he contemplated his words, which come tumbling out of his mouth. "If you're okay with it, I'd like to do it again."

His words were like a punch to past you that yearned for him, it was a soccer ball to the head for the thoughts you've just had seconds ago. It was like the times you'd cried for him, hurt for him, longed for him; were for nothing. Cause here he was, asking if it were okay to kiss you again. If you weren't so frozen by the initial shock, you'd grab his face and twist his tongue with your own.

But all you could do was sit in silence, lips slightly parted in surprise.

Jake sighed, "Sorry, forget what I said, I don't know what I was thinking."

"No!" You practically scream. Jake looks up with uncertainty. "Yes, yes is what I meant. I would really like to kiss you again too."

Jake's eyes lit up, like that one time in second grade when his parents surprised him at school with a box of cupcakes for the entire class.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." It comes out in a whisper and a lot softer than you meant it to be. A little shiver played up your spine, and as much as you wanted to gaze into his chocolatey brown eyes, you couldn't stop staring down at your sweaty palms.

You're aware in that moment that you'd be kissing Jake Sim. Sure it's happened before, not even an hour ago, but it still was hard for your brain to fully come to terms with. His lips would be on yours, your lips would be on his. And it wasn't a dream you'd wake up from in a few minutes, this was real. This was the real thing.

"Hey," was the last thing he said before lunging forward and catching your mouth with his own. You twist your head milliseconds before, only just missing his nose, avoiding the awkward noise bump you'd rather not have. You feel his lips part slightly with enough room for you to slip in your tongue. Jake scoots closer, closing the gap. He pressed his body closer to yours, causing you to lean back into the couch. He was slightly above you. He set his hands upon your hips and squeezed gently, kind of like he did when he teased you during a sex scene when you both watched movies, but obviously, this was different. You do the same, gliding your hands up his hips, feeling like you were stuck in a void for continuously copying his every move. But this wasn't Jake's first rodeo, not if you remembered correctly the way he grabbed a hold of the soccer captain's waist, tugging and groping. This was your first kiss, something else you had to recognize on top of kissing you're forever crush.

His hands moved up against the dark brown cotton of your t-shirt, roaming over your chest. When they graze over a particular part, something in you changed. It's like a nerve in your body was spiking to its highest height, it was strange, yet endearing. You inhaled sharply at the newfound sensation, and Jake pulled away out of fear.

"It's okay," You spoke softly. "That felt...nice." Jake smiled sheepishly, placing his hands back and moving them closer to where your body had reacted the most. This time, his lips moved slow on yours, paying more focus on the finger that began to circle your nipple, it was as light as ever, but it still caused your breath to get stuck in your throat. It tingled through you, both up to your head and down to your groin, slightly terrifying you, but it was too good for you to want it to end.

You can feel your bud growing harder under his finger. "I guess you're really sensitive here." Jake nervously giggled, His finger rubbing harder. You can only nod, biting your lip to stop an unwanted groan from escaping. It was crazy how much of a simple thing was making you nauseatingly lightheaded.

Jake pressed his lips hard on yours, desperately. You feel him grab at the tote still on your arm and move it down, placing it on the floor. This kiss was more intense, impatient, and he used his teeth to suck in your bottom lip, causing him to giggle, and you would've too if you weren't so far gone. Your hormones must have crept in and automatically taken over every thought and action you made. Your thoughts were shrewd with the incapacity of him and his body. You huff in desperation when he moved his hand down to your stomach and curled around the hem of your shirt.

"I want you so bad," And you practically melt at the sound of his voice in your ears. It was low and seductive, something you haven't really heard before.

"I too," You choke on your words and hurry to rephrase. "I mean me too, like I want you too." You giggle out of nerves, but they catch in your throat when Jake doesn't hesitate to kiss you again.

He grabs a tight hold onto your waist, pulling you up from the couch. You shuffle over your feet, almost falling once, as he guided you to his bed.

It was hard to take in everything at once. That Jake wanted you as much as you did, how you both were about to share a vulnerable moment. But you pushed that all to the back of your head, the only thing important is that you were about to bask in the glow of him.

You scoot onto the bed until you find a comfortable position with your back against his headboard.

And Jake waste no time. "This should come off now I think." He mumbled into the side of your mouth tugging on the end of your thrift shop find. You help him pull off your shirt, throwing it into the wind. You want your lips on his again to avoid his gaze on your chest, but Jake purposely leans back admiring your skin. The same skin he's seen before, but now that you both were in a different setting, it felt like a big secret coming undone.

"Umm," you can't control the hunch that began to form in your shoulder, shy under his stare. You gestured at his own shirt, hoping you wouldn't be the only one getting naked.

"Oh, right," his hands fly down to his Nirvana graphic tee and pulled aggressively. He got his head stuck, and pleaded shyly for help after a few seconds, in which you untangle his eager arms. His hair was now disheveled across his head, the shirt joining yours wherever it was.

You sit there silently, watching his naked torso take a long deep breath, the veins that coursed his body drawing literal saliva from your mouth. You watch Jake bend at the waist. You think it's to come in contact with your lips, but you weren't prepared at all when his wet lips come in contact with your nipple, sucking harshly. It was like his finger but on steroids. Your back immediately arches to feel more of him on your skin. "Oh geez," You cringe at your awful word choices. You groan softly. It was the first time a vulgar sound had left your mouth, and you felt yourself blush. But you couldn't help it. You groan even louder when he lifts off and lets out a hot breath over your wet skin.

Your hands fly up to his hair, combing gently at first, but each time he sucked a little harder, you squeezed, tangling your fingers in his soft locks.

You felt so good that you couldn't help but want him to feel good too. In a surprise turn of events, you sneak a hand up to his back and down his waist, stroking at his sides until you can find the courage to reach your hands under and undo his jeans. It was difficult to pull his fly down when you had such shaky hands, but they managed to come down after a few tries.

Jake gasped when you reached your hand in and began to feel along the bulge in his underwear. You've never seen anyone's dick in person, and you were frightened to even think that Jake would be your first in that too.

He can't seem to handle the pleasure you were sending his way when his lips hum over the top of your chest, moaning softly.

You watch as his face screws in ecstasy. His forehead was starting to collect sweat, his lips were wet and slightly swollen from sucking, the sounds coming from his mouth were enough to get you moaning as well.

After a while, Jake fiddled with the buttons on your jeans until their off and thrown into the atmosphere. He hovered over you and kiss you for the umpteenth time. But Jake was bolder than you, carelessly and as casually as ever taking ahold of your cock and holding a firm grasp.

You whimper helplessly, pressing your head back against the headboard with a muffled thump. "Jake," you moan under your breath, staring up at the ceiling. And he must've taken that as an invitation to place his mouth back on your overly aroused nipple. You wanted to know what Jake looked like sucking on your nipple. His eyelashes were probably fanning over his perfect cheekbones, his tongue a hot pink as it licked over your bud. You remembered this in a dream once, the one that you woke up to in a ball of sweat in the middle of the night, dying at the fact that it wasn't real. But now it was, and you weren't sure that you were able to handle it much longer.

"Jake," you repeated a little louder, unsteadily when Jake stroked his hand faster against you. Your teeth bite into your bottom lip as you try and hold back louder whimpers, but his mouth and hand worked too hard to keep you quiet. Sweat starts to build all over your body, the pleasure grazing your skin -- and soon you feel a pool forming at the tip of your cock. "Jake, Jake," you're voice is more urgent this time, worried that the moment would be over before it really gets good. You push on his chest. He stopped immediately, worry crossing over his face. "I'm getting -- really close and I don't want to be yet." your eyes flicked nervously to the side.

Jake chuckled, "right, you just feel really good." You didn't realize how hard your heart was beating until he spoke. You playfully hit him on the shoulder as he takes his hand out from your boxers, causing you to groan from that alone.

"So, how do you want to do this?" You asked. "I didn't -- bring anything with me."

"Not to fear," Jake leaned over your body to reach into his nightside table with his free hand, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube.

Your heart faltered a little, imagining that you're not the first person to see him vulnerable, knowing that someone has been in his bed, sharing his pleasure equally.

"My dad drops off condoms almost every month. He must think I'm a freak," Jake chuckled.

"So this isn't --" You trail off having a hard time finishing your sentence, but after a while Jake gets it.

"Don't let my nightstand fool you," he took a deep breath. "This is my first time."

"Like -- with a guy?"

"Like with anyone." Jake gleamed down at you. Out of habit, you roll your eyes, but you couldn't stop your excitement at the fact that you would be his first.

"You get to be my first." And there was the tingle again, one in your stomach and the other in the groin. He bent down and started sucking the skin on your neck, causing you to melt. "And you have no idea how long I've wanted this." A whimper escaped your mouth on accident.

"Do you want me to top? I'm fine if you want to, I don't think I have much of a preference."

"I want you on top," You squeak out. He giggled at your shyness before swooping back in for a kiss, and you both quickly fall into a rhythm. Jake reached down and tapped his fingers against your hip and when he lifted them, he carefully gripped the edge of your waistband and dragged your boxers down. You lifted your hips to facilitate his request, following quickly after to take off his own.

You kissed for a while. Jake moved you down so that your head was laying comfortably on his silk pillows that smelt like him. You don't remember when you spread your legs open, but all you could remember was the heat of Jake between your thighs, grinding sheepishly. It was so overwhelming to feel his dick hard against your own, to feel the smooth skin of his ass as you groped it, the pleasure of just rocking your bodies together enough to get you over the edge.

Eventually Jake reached for the half-empty bottle of lube laying beside his leg, and you tried not to stay fixated on why it was half-empty.

He snapped open the bottle and squeezed some out on his fingers, leaning down to kiss you once more. He grabbed ahold of your hip with his clean hand to steady your moving body. He roamed with his lubed-up hand on your ass. After a while, you realized he's trying to search but has a hard time feeling where the texture of your skin changes. You move your hand down to help him navigate, and moaned at his cold fingers when they found your opening. He circled your entrance carefully, and in response, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Jake met your gaze as if asking for permission, and you nodded in response.

He pushed in slightly, and it felt like rockets going off. You scrunched your entire face, holding onto your breath until finally letting out an exasperated exhale as his finger moved in and out. After a while, the pressure died down, and you wanted more. "Can you -- add one more?" And Jake obeyed, pressing in until your body allowed the intrusion.

You felt yourself stretching at the width of his fingers, feeling them touch a base you never knew was there. Yeah, maybe you've experimented before down there, but it was nothing like this. Jake's fingers were rough, probably from all the times he's played goalie and rolled around on the turf field, yet he moved with such cautiousness that it was killing you. There was something that Jake barely grazed, and it caused you to tighten around him, your hands went from being around his neck to squeezing his shoulder blades. "Shit." and it's the only thing you can repeat over and over again.

You can feel Jake's breath as he panted over your ear, and you whisper for him to go harder, not be so gentle. and he does. In seconds, you're overtaken with pleasure, your arms drop from his body to grip the pillow behind your head. Jake was touching something -- what you presumed to be your prostate -- but you never expected it would feel this good. You've watched as much porn as the next person, but god, the real thing was an entirely different beast.

You felt Jake straddle over your right leg and grind slowly. You could feel the wetness coming from his tip which only made you go crazier. Your whimpers and groans grew louder by the second until your body seized up and arched off the bed. Jake bent down to kiss at your neck again, and things felt like too much. He continued to stretch out your walls, adding another finger in between the gaps he was continuously rubbing against that spot that drove you insane. He thrusted into your prostate like it was a punching bag. After a while, you can't handle it anymore and stopped his wrist with as much strength as you could muster.

"Okay, that's enough," You manage to pant out. Jake hummed sweetly in your ear and gently removed his fingers. He pulled back to look at your sweaty face, only just realizing the wetness that scarfed your face.

He kissed away your stained cheeks softly before reaching over and grabbing the condom, ripping it with his teeth, and you watch in awe. For someone who's never done this before, Jake seemed to be an expert, groaning softly while it rolled down his length with lube following after. You couldn't name the number of times you had pictured this happening, Jake over top of you, getting ready like this, but now wasn't time to fall back into dreamland, there would be plenty of time for that when Jake wasn't getting ready to take your virginity.

Jake leaned back over you and kissed you just as gently as he did the first time. He laced your fingers into his and squeezed gently. He fully pressed his body on top of yours, you could feel the outline of his abs and the dip of skin where his belly button was. His body was so hot that you felt yourself beginning to sweat immediately.

"Do you want -- like a pillow maybe?" Jake's voice quivered as he asked, and you can't help but giggle with nerves.

"Sure," and Jake grabbed with his free hand a pillow from the side and you awkwardly angle your legs until he can push it directly under your hips.

He pressed another kiss down against your lips. "And you're sure? Your not second-guessing right?" Jake breathed out. He's never been this nervous about anything, not even when he had to make the winning goal during the championship game. But here he was -- his voice shaking, his eyes pouting a bit, his lips parted in caution.

"I'm not," you exclaimed. "Are -- are you?"

"No, no, I really want this, but I just want to make sure you really want this too." You scanned Jake's eyes before letting loose of his hand to pull down his head and place a quick kiss. "I can't even explain to you how much I want this."

"I'm still having a hard time believing that this is actually real." You both giggle at your comment.

"Me too," Was the last thing he said as he pushed forward into another kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You kiss for a while, feeling Jake's member casually swiping over your bottom area until Jake removed his lips to watch what he was doing. You can see his hands shaking over the top of his cock, the one you did realize was so veiny and long. You take a deep breath as he approached your entrance and guided himself gently.

You were tight, even with the harsh thrust of Jake's finger, it was nothing compared to the real thing. It doesn't hurt like you were intending it to, just a little odd.

And Jake move exceedingly slow, as if to tease you. You placed your hands on the small of his back and pressed him closer to you, his hand falling beside your hips and grinding you up gently. There were times that he would move but stop in sporadic occurrences, causing you to whimper for him to keep going.

So he does, pulling out halfway before sinking back in, both of you matching rhythm to the sound of your moans. Jake began an ongoing back and forth, leaving delicate kisses on your neck, sometimes sucking at the nape that caused you to clench your nails against his skin.

He sped up as the sound of your moans grew louder. And it's weird how you can't seem to stop them from escaping your mouth, and you hope that Jake doesn't hear the weird throat ones that come out unsuspectingly.

You gasp when Jake's fist closed around the base of your erection and pumped fast. His hips drew in strong thrusts, some so strong that you weren't even able to make a sound.

Jake hovered his lips over yours as he finds his pacing and seems stuck in his pleasure, just as you were.

It went as smoothly as it could. There were a few times Jake slipped out, but he was quick to guide himself back again. You started thrusting up in pleasure, causing the rhythm to become jagged, but you stopped for a second to match it again.

You desperately push your lips onto Jake's -- maybe a little too hard when you hear him wince as your teeth collide with his -- but you giggled it off through moans. After that, the rhythm just stays uneven, but you don't mind. The sound of his skin slapping against yours causes you to blush when you think back to all the videos you had watched, wondering how such a sound could happen, and yet here you were making it. You were such Jake's sensitive skin was a dark red from the slamming and slapping with every thrust, and you wonder in awe how such a thought could create a low groan from the back of your throat.

But it wasn't until Jake angled his hips closer towards your pelvis that you felt a surge of pleasure travel straight to your tip.

And it caused you to scream. And not stop until you felt your seed coat your stomach and his chest. You feel yourself squeeze tightly against his cock, and you watch as his eyes gloss over with pleasure, a single tear escaping his eye as he collapsed on top of you, pushing in desperately as he reached his climax.

You no longer had the strength to keep your legs wrapped around his waist, having them fall clumsily against his side. He thrust in gently, riding out his aftershocks, still gripping with his left hand tightly on your hip.

You feel him pull out and lift his head, a dazed smile spreading across his face.

"Hey," Jake muttered out. You both can't contain your laughter after what just happened and the fact that it even did.

He ran his fingers through your sweaty hair. You leaned into his soft touch with a smile of your own.

"Hi," You nervously repeat back. Jake slumped back down on you, kissing your cheeks wetly before nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

After a while, when your heart and his calms their pounding beats, You watch as Jake rolled down the soaked condom. He tied it together and threw it in a nearby bin. When he turned back towards you, you meet his eyes only for a second before he smirks at the mess on your stomach.

"We did that." He breathes out moments later. You hit him on the shoulder, a little embarrassed after recent events. Jake playfully laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in. It wasn't long before his breath evened out and he fell to sleep, but even with the time of night it was, you didn't want to miss the face of Jake sleeping now that you were so close to him.

Your mind couldn't stop replaying the encounter with Jake that you had imagined happening over and over again. You wanted to punch middle school you that cried every night, you wanted to shush recent you that thought it was impossible for Jake to love you back.

Because now, more than ever, you felt so loved. And that was all that mattered.

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Porcelain Face - Chapter 3

WARNING: Sexual Harrassment

Bullying, F-Girls....

(At least brain-bleatching, not detailed, no touching. Just cringy words)

Two weeks later Logan was about to walk past the corner when he noticed Virgil with a bunch of the "dressed up" girls.

He hid himself quickly inspecting the scene before further investigation.

The girls were all laughing at the poor cardboard boy and pulling by his hair and clothes.

Some of them called him names like:

-"Stupid fag" or "freak"

All of these were very rude and unacceptable.

He pulled out his phone real quick and recorded the rest of the scene.

He wasn't planning on showing it to the principal yet.

The girls had to pay a bigger price than just detention or calling their parents.

It was clear it wasn't something rare to happen to Virgil from his poor state.

Logan started to form a plan until he heard the girls talking about him and he froze.

Maybe that's another way to get rid of them?

-"Hey Jess, what do you think about the new hot teacher?"

Said one of the girls which made usually emotionless Logan cringe on the inside with only the thought.

-"Same as you Diana. I bet I could smash him till Monday comes, Miller passed, Jenkins passed, so how could this be harder? Just look at me, he won't resist it when I pull out my lipstick."

Now Logan was sick. What the hell was wrong with these girls?! Having affairs with their teachers?! Clearly not seeing the fact that he was gay.

Now they NEEDED to be thrown out.

Logan already had experience with it, since he didn't really care about people much do to his emotionless state.

He got rid of some students in his high school easily for yet unknown reasons.

Now was the time to return to the old bad habits...He thought.

But this was worth it.

This boy needed to be at least a little bit happier.

Logan knew that there were a lot more bullies but he had easily spotted the "real" bullies.

Some had pretty bad issues from what he could see, some were doing this because of a bribe and the other ones....they did it for fun, they had no issues at all, these were the ones that deserved it the most. The sadistic people.

The girls belonged to the last type of bullies.

They clearly made him sick.

He had evidence now, but he had to set up something greater.

'So Jessica says she wants to "smash me"? I wonder how does she even do that.... She probably tells the teacher to meet him in some class after school from what I've heard.

He started thinking of a new plan this time, but in that moment Diana and Jessica had started talking about where and when is Jessica going to meet him at.

It was all in whispers, but Logan had "good ears." Class 24, 3.20 PM

-"So be it" Logan said to himself.

He had just the perfect equipment prepared for things like that.

Later on Jessica asked Logan to meet him in the same exact place and time she mentioned before.

He agreed obviously...

For a reason.

When the clock had finally shown 3.20 PM, Logan was already in the class, waiting.

When Jessica came into the classroom he honestly wanted to puke. She looked like a hoe bag or some sort of prostitute, he would've described it if it wasn't so....disturbing and slutty.

-"May I ask you, what on earth are you wearing, Jessica?" - Logan said with an annoyed look.

-"Awww, come on Mr.Berry you know you like it~"

Stay calm Logan... He said to himself

it usually was easy, probably becuase he didn't have to deal with girls like this all the time.

Then he reminded himself of the plan.

Act and ask the questions.

-"I'm not sure, Jessica. What are you even trying to do...?" He obviously was waiting for the cringiest answer

-"You~" - She said in a lustful voice

-"Wait a minute. Would you mind answering my questions first? Because I have three."

She signed with a bored expression and replied: -"ugh...Fine. Shoot."

-"Am I the first one that you're willing to....ugh...you know...?" He stuttered a bit but it was clear that she knew what he meant.

-"Depends, do you want it to be?"

She smirked.

-"Answer, honestly. Please? "

-"Nope you're not the first one, I've fucked Miller, Jenkins and even that one substitute teacher....what was his...Oh! Yeah, Rayens and a bunch of other high school guys, if that's what you wanted to hear."

First one, check. Logan thought.

-"Ummm....May I ask about your honest opinion about one certain student? I won't get mad as long as you answer honestly."

-"Kay'..Which one is it?" She asked.

-"Virgil, the cardboard boy."

-"Pffffff...Haha! That loser? I think he's a useless fag honestly. And- uhhh...Sorry teach' for swearing I guess...?"

-Mhm" Logan nodded.

As he thought, a horrible person, really.

-"Jess? May I ask you that third question and get this over with."

-"Sure~ I thought the same." She replied.

-"What the hell did you have had in your mind to even think of such a pathetic way!? People are not dolls, why do you "score them" ?

-"Just because your wifey says so, doesn't mean I can't play."

-"First of, I don't have a wife and i'm not willing to have one"

"Ohhh, So you're si-"

-"Please just shut up.

I will never have an affair with you, young miss.

You are definitely too young for my liking and I'm not foolish enough for this.

Second, I'm really sorry you haven't noticed yet but I do not feel attraction to women."

-"W-wha-?!"

-"In other words, yes I'm one of these "stupid fags" that you've been calling homosexual people."

-"UGH!? WHY DID I EVEN WASTED MY TIME WITH YOU!? YOU'LL SEE THEY WILL FIRE YOU FOR THAT, HAH! THEY'LL BELIEVE ME THAT YOU'RE MOLESTING ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS AND YOU'LL GO ON COURT, HAHA!" She yelled.

-"If I could I would laugh in that moment, you are clearly missing something. Nothing of what you have just said will become true, because the principal has already heard about this."

-"W-what are you talking about?! You must be joking! Hahaha! Very funny." the girl laughed nervously.

The door suddenly swung open as the very angry principal has came into the room.

-"YOUNG LADY, MIND EXPLAINING ME WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO?!"

-"N-Nothing! I swear! He tried to molest me and forced me to wear these clothes!" She faked crying but no one could believe her.

-"I don't think I would be able to, you know? Since well, I've already told you I'm homosexual."

-"Quit the act, Miss Willow. You've violated the most important rules in this school and ruined it's reputation. I'm very sorry, but I'll have to kick you out and apparently a bunch of your friends, including some teachers as well..."

-"W-what?! No! No! My parents won't let you- they won't believe you!"

-"I have enough evidence that I think they will, Jessica." Logan said plainly showing her the videos.

-"NO-"

-"Check-mate."

Before the "act" Logan had set up a microphone and a small camera that was hidden in one of the paintings like in the thriller movies.

That was the the fall of one of the most popular girls and the worst bullies of their Academy High.

Logan had her in his little finger.

It was as simple as a chess game.

She was really naive, huh? She thought everyone was going to serve her and that was her Achilles's foot.

-"Pssst what happened to Jess and a bunch of other people??" - One kid asked in whisper.

-"I heard that someone has recorded her while trying to seduce one of the teachers, he somehow made her reveal her dark secrets and she got caught and kicked out!" Someone else replied.

-"That's good that she and her squad are gone. I hated them anyways." - Roman said simply.

-"Yeah, she sucked. She was a total slut." Remus added with a squimish expression at the uncomfortable thought..

Logan saw as everyone reacted to Jessica's and her friends fall as he turned to the twins.

He thought:

'Such mean words, yet such fragile hearts,

I wonder when they'll finally drop they act...'

#logan sanders #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides au #ts virgil #ts anxiety #ts logan #ts remus #ts roman #roman sanders #remus sanders

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bootheng · 5 years

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modern!au k(lance)

they're all in their 20's except for Shiro who's 30 and coran who's 50

first of all. miss me with that 'pining roommate' shit. I love miscommunication and making characters that r sexy bffs with one another

Lance meets Nyma through a Craigslist ad he put up saying he needed a roommate. the moment they met was a tragedy for everyone but them because they're that powerful and beautiful

lance with tousled hair, wearing a half-unbuttoned silk shirt and designer jeans, Michael kors sunglasses pushed up atop his head, arm wrapped around nyma: hi guys this is my roommate, nyma!

nyma, with her blonde 3-ft long box braids down her back, perfectly manicured red nails, bodycon dress and loubitons, hand on lances waist: hey

allura, shaking and on the verge of tears: STOP MAKING US LOOK POOR AND UGLY

Lance is in school for marine biology and Nyma works as a hairdresser and the both of them are small beauty gurus on YouTube that collab with one another

lance: hey guys we're going to be trying out the new anastasia pallete we got today :)!

nyma: and by got we mean shoplifted from sephora

lance: NYMA YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT

they're also insta baddies and both gender non-conforming baddies. Nyma is a nonbinary lesbian icon and lance is a nonbinary bicon.... those are like the fucking BEST senses of style

anyone with eyes can see that nyma is into and ONLY into girls but of course... heteronormativity.

rolo: I still don't get why you're dating lance. he's super annoying.

nyma: he doesn't bitch nearly as much as you even when he's got my cock in his ass

they do this thing where when people assume they're a couple they pretend they're some kind of kink couple and freak everyone out

which is why when hunk and pidge meet nyma they're like :eyes: but when nyma flirts with pidge lance doesn't even bat an eye and then lance starts pining about Keith's greasy mullet and his bags under his eyes and nymas got this look on her face that perfectly resembles a man who's lost all sense of normalcy and righteousness in his life and now sits in a bar every night listening to this dumb romance novel type shit and then pidge and hunk are like. oh. no they're just gay.

speaking of keith. he's one of those gays. one of the quirky emo gays that never sleeps and listens to 'coffee and cigarettes' on repeat and has like 3 strings of lights in his room and not only is an art major but ALSO a photographer. and yet somehow he still has the will to wake up at 5 am every morning and go to the gym like some kind of HEATHEN.

Lance knew Keith in high school for 3 years until he got expelled for fighting at the end of his junior year. He was also universally crushed on and was the bad boy jock of the school with a heart of gold so naturally Lance pretended to despise him so he could pine for him in peace

that all goes down the drain when Lance recognizes Keith in one of his classes and goes through the five stages of grief because a) he's hot and b) Lance is openly bi now so he doesn't have an escuse to not tolerate him

(He wasn't gonna do anything about it until he was put in a group with Keith a few weeks into class and he off handedly mentioned he went to Keiths high school, and Keith claimed he didn't remember him, and Lance was just a tad bit upset but was gonna leave it at that except after like 5 days of working together Keith slams his fists into the table and is like 'HOLY FUCK LANCE MCCLAIN?' And Lance is like. w. What.)

turns out Keith does remember lance. very vividly, actually. because he was the guy that everyone kind of had a crush on because he was so nice and charming to everyone he met, and Keith was SO gone for him. he just didn't recognize him tbh, which makes sense, bcuz in high school lance wore blue contacts and had straight hair and now he just wears glasses occasionally and leaves his hair wavy. Keith is gay and stupid don't blame him

keith, bursting into Shiro and Adams apartment at 2 pm: SHIRO HOLY FUCK

adam, bags under his eyes, underneath the covers of him and shiros bed: good fucking god not again

I'm tired of talking about ppl other than Lance and nyma though so I'm gonna talk about them for a bit because im love

as I said Lance has wavy hair and his actual eye color is brown but as he was growing up he was hella insecure about it that's why he wore blue contacts.... nyma caught him once trying to put them on again and put an end to All That Real Quick

nyma has brown eyes too and they're super dark, almost black, and that shits breathtaking bro. she usually has her real hair dyed blonde all the time and permed but she also likes to wear wigs and get braids too because she knows she looks damn good in them. everyone is jealous.

lance has tons of super light freckles. Enough said. nyma has a birthmark on her hip that's kind of shaped like a horse if you look at it from the right way

lance: you were a horse girl as a kid weren't u

nyma: how fucking dare. how fucking dare you say that. I really do have to laugh.......

nyma: obviously I was a warrior cats stan

lance's sense of fashion ranges from 'i went to California for a week once and now I can't stop wearing sweatpants and slides' to 'It's surprising I haven't gotten robbed at this point'. Lance is a scholarship baby so all the money he saved up through countless jobs and the one he already has at a coffee shop almost exclusively goes to clothes and kombucha

Nymas sense of style is definitely more on the eccentric side but since she looks good in EVERYTHING she gets away with it. think dollskill but with more neon colors and designer. she's the kind of person that never wears the same shade of lipstick for a whole month and has a box full of makeup palletes that are almost untouched and everyone who has seen it is both jealous and in wonder FENTYWAYS...

Keith goes over to lance's apartment for a project of sorts and immediately assumes that Lance and Nyma are a thing (they're very platonically affectionate, Nyma will kiss lance's cheek and they cuddle sometimes) which is disappointing but it's not a surprise considering Lance is so Lance and everyone else acts like they are dating so that must be the case, right?

lmao you thought.

nyma: holy shit. holy Fuck. God, allura is so hot. I would probably die if she brushed past me. I would die happily knowing I've been blessed by the touch of an angel.

lance: yeah haha she's really pretty.

keith, struggling to not choke on his coffee hearing All This at 9:31 A.M. in starbucks:

Keith asks if he can take photos of the two of them for his photography insta and they both jump on it so they can flex being sexy and afterwards Lance thanks him with a kiss on the cheek and Keith is sent REELING into gay mayhem.

lance: do you think that was like..... too much.

nyma: i think men are dumb that's what.

I mean u can't really blame Keith because Lance and Nyma are constantly joke-flirting with one another on social media and are in almost every one of the others photos in some way, or at least tagged, so by the time Keith actually works up the nerve to ask about that, it's been WEEKS since Lance kissed him and he's been miserably failing to ignore it

keith: so.... how's nyma doing?

lance: she's good! She's spent all day dying one of her wigs so she went for a coffee run lol. probably will hang with allura and shay later too

keith: and.... that doesn't make you jealous?

lance: LOL no.... they could never compete with me (talking about being Nyma's best friend)

keith: oh.... well, it's good that you trust each other a lot in your relationship.... you seem like a really good boyfriend

lance: wat the fuck did you just say.

as soon as lance explains that nyma is not his gf and they're just bffs Keith is like ohthankgod.jpg and almost accidentally asks lance on a date before he stops himself and is like.... dumb gay bitch calm DOOOWWWNN

after that it becomes very obvious that nyma and lance r just friends at least for Keith mostly through dumb shit they say to one another

lance, sitting with hunk, pidge, and Keith at the library: hey guys wanna see something cool.

pidge: go for it

lance, clearing his throat: she think she bad but I'm better, these bitches tryna play catch up-

nyma, coming out of nowhere: SHUT THE FUCK UP WHEN I'M TALKING LIL BITCH, PUT YO HEAD DOWN WHEN YOU TALK TO A PIMP-

Nyma and Lance have self-care nights every Friday, sometimes Allura or Shay will come, and very RARELY Keith if only to spend time with Lance. also? Allura and Shay are dating, die mad about it.

They do waxing, exfoliation, mud masks, moisturizing treatments, hair masks, painting nails.... need I go on. it's basically whatever they want to do that week and when Keith reluctantly agrees to participate one day Lance goes mental

lance: OK so here's what I'm thinking. it's obvious you haven't really had a self care day for a while, which is like, fine, you do you, but holy shit are your split ends bad. I was thinking maybe I could trim them and then we could do a hair mask? Oh! A face mask would be good as well, even though you've practically got perfect skin. I'd offer to wax but for first timers the pain is a bitch to handle on the face. I'm not sure if you'd be an acrylic kind of guy but I have some black nail polish that I could put on- wow, your hands are really big compared to mine, and they're so soft, haha, isn't that crazy? so what do you think?

keith, still reeling from the fact that lance is going to touch his hair, face, and hands in the next several hours: uh......yeah..... sounds great.

nyma, sitting on lance's bed in nothing but a bra and sweatpants, smoking a blunt and readjusting her sheet mask: *long exhale* christ

Shay got Lance into the whole healthy organic food thing and in turn he got Nyma into it so they're both the bitches who drink nothing but Fiji water and almond milk and will offer you a plate of sliced cucumbers and tomatoes as a snack. we Stan a vegan couple.

keith: these are actually really good.

nyma: we usually put them on our eyes, but go off I guess.

keith:

nyma: nah I'm just fucking with you, we have different cucumbers for that

by the end of the night Keith feels like he's been cleaned by a car wash and he's dizzy from all of lance's thoughtless affection and when lance says he can stay the night because it's already late, Keith mindlessly blurts out 'only if it's with you' and nymas like.... um. Wig.

keith, laying stiff as a board on one side of lance's bed: uh

lance: oh my God you gay bitch get over here and spoon me. also kiss me on the fucking lips bro.

Nyma owns a cat named Beezer that she stole from her old roommate (rolo) but calls her beebo because quote 'beezer is so fucking lame bro i hate men'. Lance owns a Russian blue mix called, you guessed it, Blue, that he found stuck in his apartments basement only a few days after moving in. Nyma and Lance are WEAK

lance: ohhhhh look at my pretty baby sitting on the table all cute and relaxed!!! look at that baby!!! fantastic stuff!

nyma, putting her head on beebos belly: You Are So Soft And So Chubby I Would Die For You

pidge would also die for the both of them

OK I'm tired and uninspired so I'll stop here but I MAY ADD MORE LATER

#klance #voltron #voltron tw #voltron au #lance #keith

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im-the-king-of-the-ocean · 6 years

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could I nab an aro/ace jim? going along w/ life before it hits him that crushes?? exist?? because I personally never realised that this was a thing people experienced, and realising my experiences weren't the norm. I thought I was bi for the longest time because I felt the same towards everyone. perhaps his 'crush' on claire is a squish, or becoming qpps with toby? or maybe something else if you feel you've got a rad idea :o

Ace of Spades

When Jim found out about being aromantic and asexual, it was because of a set of pride flags he stumbled across online. He knew what some of them were. He’d spent months trying to figure out if any of those ones fit him. Then realizing they didn’t. Not really. The only one that came close was bisexual. Still, it felt like there was something different about him. Something that didn’t quite fit with the bi label. Something that was it’s own thing entirely.

Mom said he could be a late bloomer. That he’d figure out romance in his own time. There was no rush. She’d always be there for him if he wanted to talk or if he needed help in getting resources. Jim never took her up on that.

What if that supposed magic moment where he’d figure romance out never happened? He asked himself on occasion. Did he really want it to? Jim wasn’t sure. He’d never considered himself different from anyone else. He always thought the way he felt was the norm. That the “romance” he saw in media was something exaggerated by Hollywood to sell all the movies they could.

The fact that he was apparently the different one felt strange to Jim. He didn’t know what to make of the feeling. He’d gone through life without really thinking about romance as A Thing. He honestly didn’t want to start now.

So, seeing those pride flags and learning of the aro and ace labels felt nice. Like the beginning of an answer to a question Jim didn’t know he needed to ask. “Aroace” rolled off the tongue in a pleasant way. It was a secure feeling, to know he didn’t have to be anything else but what he already was.

In the coming days, Jim learned more words, an entirely new vocabulary. Squish. Queerplatonic relationship. Zucchini. That last one made him smile when he used one of the vegetable for dinner one night.

An entire world he didn’t know existed, one that felt right, had been opened up to him.

And something, for once, felt comfortable.

Jim soon found it was hard to deal with everyone else. Before learning of being aroace, he hadn’t realized (noticed) how much everyone else around him seemed to be obsessed with romance. Now that he did, it was grating. Just a little bit.

Jim didn’t mind that romance existed or that people were interested in it necessarily. It just, it wasn’t something he was interested in. Not really. Sometimes it was downright frustrating when everyone assumed he wanted or would want it. Eventually.

His mom, in particular, seemed to be waiting for that “eventually”, given her regular comments that “girls” were a natural part of high school that he should be worried about. Jim generally avoided talking to her about it if he could. He loved her, but there were times when Mom could be pushy when she thought she was being helpful (when she was really not).

Jim still hadn’t figured out how to talk to her about that one yet.

Toby was easier.

“So aroace, huh? Sounds like you’re some cool archer dude. Like you’re an ace ninja with a bow and have like a bajillion arrows that you can shoot with deadly accuracy and you’re going to become a superhero—wait, hang on, I gotta look this up.” Toby whipped out his phone and started typing. “There’s gotta be some cool aroace superhero already.”

Jim laughed. “Only you, Tobes, would react by thinking of some hero thing.”

“Laugh now, Jimbo, but one of these days I’m going to be right. Just you wait.” Toby paused. “Anyway, you good?” He turned to face Jim. “How do you feel? Like are you “I just came out to my best friend and I’m totally awesome sauce cause I know we’re awesome sauce forever” or “I just came out to my best friend and I’m kinda panicky about it?”

“The first one. Mostly.” Jim shrugged. “I wouldn’t put it exactly like that, but yeah. “We’re good, Tobes.” He took a cookie off the plate Nana had given them and lay back on Toby’s bed. He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in.

“Master Jim, I must apologize. For I assumed you and Tobias were already in a partnership.” Blinky spoke in an uncertain tone.

“Wait, you thought we were dating? Like gay?” Jim clenched his hands arounds his knees. This conversation was not going how he’d expect it to. After talking to Toby about it, he’d decided to come out to Blinky too (and ARRRGGGHHH!!! depending on how the conversation with Blinky went). So far, he’d made it past telling Blinky that he was aroace. That had gone well. Blinky had accepted his explanation of the labels. But now they’d gotten here, where Blinky apparently assumed he and Toby were an Item.

Blinky spoke up again, “I would not put it like that necessarily. Not too many years ago, while scavenging on the surface, I overhead a set of humans talk of what they called a ‘queerplatonic relationship’. From what they said, I gathered it must be a meaningful sort of relationship that exists independent of the usual trappings or symbolism of traditional romance. Since then, ARRRGGGHHH!!! and myself have found it a wonderfully useful term to define what we are to each other. We are something that is both strong and deeply emotional. Somedays there are no words to eloquently put how I feel about him nor him about me. For us, queerplatonic fit what other words could not possibly hope to describe.” Blinky paused. “Ah, my train of thought seems to have gotten away from me. But my assumption was that you and Tobias share a similar relationship. That you are, I believe the right term is zucchini? Partners?”

“Oh, um no. We’re just friends.” Jim’s grip tightened on his knees. He hadn’t thought about being anything with Tobes. Not yet. He was still adjusting to his identity. That was what this conversation was supposed to be about. His identity. “Blinky, I’m…I may never want a relationship. Of any kind. I haven’t really so far. Like I haven’t gotten crushes or anything ever. I didn’t even think they were real for the longest time, but according to Toby they are.” He sighed. “I just…I don’t know.” He threw up his arms. “I’m ok with the possibility of a queerplatonic relationship, but I don’t want you guys to just assume I’m going to do that. Or anything else. Because I don’t even know what I’m going to do yet. I’m still figuring this out!” He paced around with his fists clenched. “Just…don’t say I can still have relationships despite my identity. Cause being aroace? Is really important to me. It’s a part of me.” He spun and glared at Blinky. “Not something that needs to be overcome.”

Blinky approached him slowly. “I deeply apologize, Jim.” He cautiously put his hands on Jim’s shoulders. “It was not my intention to convey that that needs to happen. It does not.”

“Thanks, Blink. I…I kinda like the idea of a qpr? Just not right now. Or yet. Or something.” Jim inhaled. “For now, I want to be just me.” He paused. “But, can you tell me more about them anyway? Just so I know?”

“Of course.”

Jim backed up a step, away from the classroom door. “Are you sure I can be here? I mean, I don’t know, they may—”

“Dude, chill.” Toby grabbed his shoulder. “It’s going to be totally awesome sauce. Trust me. I got you’re back. Worst case scenario, we run out of there and become school legends.”

“Really, Tobes? Running out of a GSA meeting will make us legends?” Jim sighed. Ran his hand through his hair. “This was a bad idea. We should—”

Toby interrupted him. “No buts! Trust in your wingman. When have I ever led you astray?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Good point. But I’m right about this, Jimbo.” Toby faced him. “I know you read some stupid stuff online, but this isn’t the Internet where anyone can say anything. I know everyone on the other side of that door and I can say with certainty, you belong with us and they’ll think so too.”

Jim sighed. “Fine. Let’s do this.” Worst case scenario, he activated the Amulet of Daylight so he could break through the classroom window as an escape and then have to deal with the fallout of revealing magic to a bunch of high school kids.

Toby opened the door with a flourish. “I hereby welcome you to the Gay-Straight Alliance of Arcadia Oaks High!” He led Jim into the classroom. “Where we have doughnuts, friends, and on special occasions, Miss Janeth’s dramatic interpretations of other teachers!” In a quieter tone, he added, “You should hear her Strickler. It’s hilarious, dude.”

“I heard that, Mr. Domzalski.” Miss Janeth spoke from where she was hanging up a poster on the board. “And welcome, Mr. Lake, we were just about to get started.” She turned to address the entire group in the classroom, which included Eli Pepperjack, Shannon Longhannon, Mary Wang, Darci Scott, Claire Nunez, and even the new students Aja and Krel, as well as others Jim didn’t recognize immediately on sight. “As many of you know, the club fair is coming up and I’d like us to have a station.” Miss Janeth went on. “We’ll have signups for those of you who want to help man the table and, like last year, Señor Uhl has agreed to maintain a ‘security presence’. Now, Ms. Wang has submitted the idea that we get mini pride flags to put on the table, so everyone, especially if they’re still in the closet, knows they’re welcome with us. She’s volunteered to acquire the flags and start a list so we don’t miss anyone’s labels…”

As the meeting went on, Jim relaxed. No one asked him to come out or prove why he should be there. He was welcomed easily into the conversation. He was ok.

Jim set up the mini pride flags along the front edge of the GSA’s fair table. It had taken then a while to find them all, but in the end they’d been successful. He set both the aromantic and asexual flags down next in the lineup after the genderfluid and agender flags.

A part of him regretted letting Toby talk him into helping today, but a part of him really wanted to be there too.

“Ah, they look lively!” Aja bounced into the chair next to him. “It is so exciting! We will educate the people of the municipality of Arcadia all about the wonderful identities they don’t know they can have or they know they have and don’t know that have support for!” She spun around in her seat. “Either way it will be a totally legal day!”

“Arcadia’s a city and we’re only manning the table for the school’s club fair. I don’t think that many people are going to show up.” Jim was quick to reply. The idea of a huge number of people showing up made him nervous.

“Yes, but some will still come That is exciting!” Aja playfully punched his arm. “We will help people! Toby told me you’re an archer ninja. Between your mad skills and my…errmm…also mad skills, we will do good for the next two hours!”

Jim couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#trollhunters #pride month ficlets 2k18 #jim lake jr #aro ace jim #jades-harley #qpp blinky and arrrgh!#literally no one is straight #not even the arcadia high teachers #ok so i maybe had a couple different ideas and decided to go with all of them and this is the result of that #whirls writing

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Hogwash-idea

(So since JK Rowling is asking like a trash again, I figured I’d posted the Hogwarts story idea I wrote when I was in middle school baed off of a tumblr idea about a few ideas a read on tumblr, mainly one about a Muslim student at Hogwarts, which happens to be Alma but, I never learned enough about the religion to feel like I could write it even remotely correctly.)

And pleas let me say that I also had plans to add two gay couples (one was two boys, one from Spanish boy from Slithern named Cole and one was from Raven claw, was an African American named Jack) (other couple was to girls, one named Oliva and was from raven claw and one was Abbigail who comes uo later in this rant part) a bisexual boy named Eric from hufflepuff puff ti the group and a trans griffindor girl, name Abbigal, who was supposed to have freckles and always wear pink just b/c she likes it.)

Year one, day zero

It was a normal day at platform 9 3/4. Wizard and muggle parents were hugging their children goodbye before they left. One family had a young eleven year old who was trying to escape his mother's grip.

Graham's mother was hugging him to death while giving him kisses. Each time she would kiss his blushing cheeks red lip stick stain in her lips place. Meanwhile behind his mother, his father was holding back a stiff laugh while his little sister hugged his legs tightly. Meanwhile his grandfather just watched from a distance with a look of disgust on his face as he saw muggles walk by. Each one of these family members had bright blond hair so, it was easy to tell who was related.

"Ma, stop it. You're embarrassing me!" Graham complained. His mother kept hugging him to death. Like always her long blond hair flew in the wind with ever move she took. As for her black dress, it went to the floor, covered her arms completely and had a red belt to it. She also had a grey cape over her back.

Meanwhile his little sister Tulip whipped her running nose on his black pant leg. She was wearing the same perfect red puff dress as always. Her hair was always in perfect curls too. The young six year old girl always found a way to look as cute as possible. Even while crying her eyes out.

"Melissa, we have to let him go. Even his owl is getting impatient." His father chuckled. Graham's mother let another snuffle escape her mouth as she let go of her baby boy. Tulip copied her mother but, ended up hugging her mom's legs instead.

"I know but, I can't help it. It feels like just yesterday I was holding him in my arms and now he's off to Hogwarts." Melissa sobbed looking at her young son. Her dark brown eyes were filled with almost as much tears that were in her daughter's brown eyes. She pushed her hands through her son's blond hair with a sad smile. Graham reached up and held his mothers hand.

"Mom, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I'm gonna be just fine." Graham smiled. His mother gave him another sad smile before she walked over to her husband. She some how had escaped her daughter's grip. Which was probably why she was back to hugging his legs while crying.

"Tulip, I gotta go." Graham smiled as he messed with his sister's perfect hair. She looked up with big tears in her eyes.

"Don't forget about me." She begged as she finally let go.

"How can I forget my favourite flower?" Graham asked as he put his left hand back on his suit cases. Meanwhile the snowy owl that had been walking back in forth on it's cage was now trying to find a way out. The cage began rocking back and forth while sitting on top of his suit cases.

Graham just sighed as he began to walk into a large train that had just pulled up to the station. Meanwhile his crying mother and sister were hugging his father to death. Yet, his grandfather raced over and pulled him into a hug. Graham froze before hugged him back. His grandfather usually was never like this. Not even at his great uncles funeral.

"Stay away from mudbloods. They don't deserve to be with us today." His grandfather whispered in his ear. Graham sighed. Wizards born by normal non magic users were known as his grandfather's worst enemy. In fact, there were rumours going around his home that he killed two muggle children at a beach and was never charged.

Graham preyed that those weren't true. Yet, he knew there was a chance that this happened. After all his grandfather talked about being a death eater at house parties at their place. Were they true? Only his grandfather knew.

"I will." Graham lied. His grandfather pulled away with a Saturn smile on his face.

"Good." His grandfather stated as a loud whistle rung out from the train behind them. Quickly he turned his back and hurried into the train. A few more children ran in after him. You could hear them laughing an stalking with each other. Then everyone ran to the windows as the train began moving.

Graham hung out an opened window. His little sister, mother and father were waving goodbye from where they stood. That is until his sister as well as his mother chased the train with tear running down their faces. He waved goodbye whole yelling,

"See you all this Christmas!"

The he turned around to see six children staring at him. Quickly they all turned around but, he knew why they were staring.

(Sorry text is stuck like this for some reason now)

He was apparently related to a death eater. It was like a sort of disease at this school. Everyone hated them. They did kill a lot of people though. Like thousands of non-magic users and magic users. Thousands of families were ripped apart before the dark lords defeat in 1999. Yet, it was 2017 and no was one was over it. No one would ever be over it. There were even rumours of the dark lords child being around. So, every child was ready to turn on a slitherin or others if needed.

Graham quickly ran down a hallway looking for an open compartment. The first one he saw was full of ravenclaw second years. As for the second one, it was full of fifth slitherins. Now the third was full of fourth year griffindors. Then as you could guess, the fifth was full of third year hufflepuffs. After that when ever he would look in a compartment someone would close the door quickly. That is until, he entered a compartment with a brown haired girl in current world muggle clothing.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked. The young girl's bright brown eyes drifted from the window to him. Looking in them made him think of the best hot chocolate ever. Her eyes also made his heart speed up a bit.

"Nope. It probably won't be either unless you sit in it." She stated. Her voice was high pitched but, had a sort of tone that made it sound like she was singing a beautiful medley. It also lacked the same accent that everyone around him spoke. This some how made her more unique in his eye.

Graham sat down next to the strange girl. She was wearing a weird hoodie that was rainbow coloured with a symbols that read "nike". Graham assumed that 'Nike' was some sort of secret muggle club. She also appeared to be wearing long blue pants with rips in them. Which also look a little weird to him. There was also a golden heart necklace around her neck.

"I'm Graham by the way." He smiled as he extended his hand. A tiny cute smile spread across her large pink lips.

"I'm Melody. And if you don't mind me asking, what the fresh heck are you wearing?" She asked looking at his outfit. Graham was wearing a green fancy robe that had a black gem stone right under his neck. He kinda looked like he was a vampire or something. Or at least to Melody it did. Maybe she should stop watching monster movies with her family.

"It's a robe. A very fancy expensive one. Plus, I wanted to know what are you wearing?" He asked.

"This is common non-mag, I mean muggle clothes. What? Never seen a muggle born before?" Melody asked with a smirk. Wait, this girl was a muggle born? He had never seen one this up close before. Especially one who knew about the wizarding world.

"Your a muggle born? What's life like for you? No wait, is it true you have some sort of machine to wash dishes for you that can't use magic? Is it also true you have a machine to wash clothes? Is it true that ghost can talk to muggle too? What's your house like? I bet it's tiny! Oh do you have a pet? Not like a magic pet but, a normal pet that cane be handled by muggles. Is it true that you can adopt a large dog and have it be a hard dog for you? What's this LGBTQ I heard about?" Graham asked over 21 questions after these. Melody just felt her face heat up a bit until he stopped talking. After words a tiny bit of laughter filled the room. It was one of the prettiest things Graham had ever heard.

"You've never meet a muggle or muggle born before have you?" She asked. Graham shook his head no. With a smile she began to explain all of these things as the train continued down the track.

Eventually the two twelve year olds bought candies. Oka, Graham went to guy the candies then heard Melody stomach rumble. Then he found out she didn't have any money, just a couple sandwiches. Which she searched for and couldn't find. So he bought candies for them to split. What kinds? Well he got chocolate frogs, jelly slugs, Bertie Bott's every flavour jelly beans, acid pops, ice mice and fizzing whizbees. All of which Melody loved.

The two began joking around while, eating wizard candy until Graham put a single yellow jelly in his mouth. Then he had a look of disgust fell across his face. Quickly he stuck his younger out and tried to look for a place to spit it out. He raced around their art until a laughing Melody opened a window. He spit that out the window before she could say anything.

"W-what flavour was that?" Melody asked through a lot of laughter. Graham whipped his tongue on his hand once. Then he realized that the taste was still there. So he did it again. And again. And again. He ended up doing this 15 times before the taste was gone. While he did this Melody continued to laugh her butt off.

"Vomit. It was vomit flavoured." Graham stated. Melody laughed before saying one thing.

"This is going to be the best school ever."

~time skip~

The large sorting hat was placed on top of Melody's long brown hair. She looked as nervous as everyone else did. Yet, she didn't whisper which house she wanted to be in or not be in like everyone else now a days. Nope. She just kept whispering,

"Please let me have friends where ever I go for once."

She just kept repeating it over again and again. That is until five seconds later when everyone heard it say something. Which was...

"Hufflepuff."

Graham felt his face fall from where he was sitting. He had kinds hoped that Melody got sorted into Slytherin with him. Not so she could be the fist muggle born in there. Nope. So he could be friends with a non rich kid. Yet, this didn't mean they still couldn't talk.

Soon Graham found him self sleepily walking to the dungeon to the Slytherin dorm room. He rubbed the sleep out of his blue eyes as the people around him were laughing and talking. They had tried to avoid him. These kids seemed to hate him too. Who knows why!

"This year the password is mudblood." The perfect let out a crew smiled. Graham felt his face fall. He wasn't going to say that word daily just to go in his room. Nope! He would rather sleep in the hallway. So would two other Slytherin. Which they would end up doing in exact two days.

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Year one, day one

Character based on this head canon.

Graham could feel his eyes bulge out of his head as he saw a fimilar brunette race across the room to the ravenclaw dining table. Students were supposed to sit with their houses while eating. Not other houses. Yet, he soon realized she was talking to a girl with olive skin wearing a blue scarf over her head. The young girl she was talking to was sitting all alone at the end of the table. Which was probably why Melody was able to get to that seat quickly.

The two girl's laughed a bit as the scarf girl ate vegetables. Which seemed to be the only thing on her plate. The scarf girl's brown eyes seemed to be filled with as much joy as ever as she seemed to tell a joke. He only assumed it was a joke since it made Melody laugh so hard she snorted.

Then they seemed to talk about something else. Something Melody said made the scarf girl look that way. Her dark brown eyes were confused before she turned to Melody. Graham's face heated up as he saw this scarf girl saying something to her while pointing her long olive fingers at him. Melody's brown eyes flew over to him. A large smile spread across her face as she waved him over. Meanwhile scarf girl giggled a bit.

Graham looked to his left. Then his right. Afterwords the large table where the teachers ate. Luckily the teachers were all to gust talking to notice the hufflepuff sitting with a ravenclaw. Then there was also the fact that no one at this table would ever listen to him. He was really bored at this table anyways.

So he made a mad dash over to that table. Somehow he got over to the seat in front of the two girl's without being seen. Both girl's giggled a bit seeing the look of fear on his face. Plus his hair was a mess. Quickly he ran his hand through his hair before smiling back. Hopefully it was back to normal.

"Hi. I'm Graham." He smiled. The scarf girl giggled the same time Melody laughed. They both had large smiles on their face.

"Graham this is my friend, Almas." Melody smiled. Graham smiled as he extended a hand to her.

"It's nice to meet you Graham. Melody talks about you a lot." Alma smiled. She had a accent he had heard before. It was a nice accent. A beautiful one but, not as beautiful as Melody's voice all together.

"Nice go meet you Almas." Graham smiled. Almas looked at him for a moment before a large smile spread across her face.

"You know, you are unlike any other Slytherin I meet here so far." Almas stated as she ate a fork of vegetables. Graham sighed. That would make sense. Other Slitherns weren't exactly the make friends kind of people. They preferred to stay together like a wolf pack so that no one would judge them. It seemed to be the only thing anyone did any more.

"I know, I am the most handsome boy in the house." Graham smiled leaning back in his seat and holding his leg in the air in a bit. All while making something called 'duck lips' that Melody said models in the muggle world used. Both girl's giggled while looking at each other.

"I don't know about that." Almas smiled. Graham sat up straight before putting on a a fake pouting look on his face. This just made both girl's giggle again. Which in Graham's defence was his plan.

"but, you're the only one who has actually talked to me in your house and mine." Almas sighed. Graham could feel his face scrunch up. No one had talked to her? Why? She looked like any other kid here. So, why had no one talked to her yet?

"Like I said Almas, if you want I could always make them talk to you." Melody stated looking at her. Almas sighed.

"I know you can but, I still I just want one person in this house to talk to me on their own will. Not because they're forced to be my potions partner." Almas stated again.

"How many times do I have to tell you, that's not the reasons I talked to you for." Melody sighed. Graham looked at Almas again. Why would no one talk to her?

"If it helps, Melody talks to everyone. She likes everyone." Graham explained. Almas's eyes lit up as a tiny smile spread across her face. Meanwhile Graham was now frowning. Did she really think Melody didn't like her?

"I would never have suspected that." Almas smirked as she ate another bite of her supper. Melody rolled her eyes.

"I told you. Now, let's get back to the topic we were talking about before hand. Graham?" Melody asked. Graham jumped a bit hearing Melody say his name. Almas now had a larger smile on her face. Almost as if she knew something was there. Something that Melody wouldn't admit was ever there.

"Yeah?" Graham asked.

"Would you tell Almas that anime isn't all blood and guts! She's only heard of one and now she think all anime are bloody!" Melody complained throwing her hands up in the air. Graham stared at her for a moment.

"What the bloody hell is anime?" Graham asked. Melody's jaw dropped.

"You both have much to learn my apprentices. So much to learn." Melody explained.

#reblogs welcome #hogwarts #harrypotter verse #gay right #writing prompt #my writing #moregaypeopleshouldbeinhowarts #everyoneshiuldbeinhogwarts #dont matter who you are #we are all magic here #writing

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