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[lightingsam]

My Superman || Self-Para

TAGGING: Sam Evans & Jessica (NPC). WHEN: October 2003. WHERE: Los Angeles, CA. NOTES: Sam’s first love. WARNINGS: None.

Sam remembers the very first time he ever fell in love. He was nine, and she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

Up until that point, the idea of liking a girl seemed outrageous, all the one’s in his class always called him names and weren’t very nice. He would much rather run around playing superheroes with his friends - why let a girl be mean to you when you could be Superman and save the world!?

This girl was different though, he could tell. She was new to the church that he and his family attended on Sundays, but unlike all of the other girls who would sit and play nice with their dolls after the service, she was outside running about with the boys. For a moment he had thought he was dreaming, it was like nothing he’d seen before. She looked so carefree, bright smile on her face as she roughed it up chasing everyone else around. He hadn’t ever seen a girl want to play games that he was into.

Right then and there, he knew that he wanted to make this girl his girlfriend. He’d seen what it was like in the movies, they would do all the cool things he did with his friends, but they would also hold hands. Maybe they would even run off into the sunset together.

The best thing about being a kid was the lack of fear of rejection. So, running up to her, he didn’t hesitate in introducing himself, obnoxiously blocking her path.

“Hi,” he greeted with a beaming smile, sending a wave her way, “I’m Sam. what’s your na-”  

Apparently his introduction didn’t go as well as planned though because suddenly she was getting bowled over as another boy, Timothy, came in contact with her. Rushing to help her up off of the floor, Sam sent a glare to Timothy for hurting his princess, the other boy brushing himself off and running off like nothing happened. Sam had always been taught to make sure someone was okay if you hurt them, accident or not.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, taking a quick look to make sure there weren’t any scratches or bruises.

“Yeah! I’m okay!” she replied quickly as she dusted herself off. “My name’s Jessica.” she greeted in return. “Thanks for being my Superman, Sammy.” Leaning forward, she placed a chaste peck to his cheek.

The blonde boy felt his chest swell at the action, a grin forming effortlessly on his face. She was perfect. And she had kissed him. He had always thought that it would be gross, that he would melt away from germs or something - but when nothing happened but his heart fluttering a little quicker than normal, he realised it wasn’t so bad at all. In fact, it was kind of awesome. He enjoyed the feeling and would do anything to feel it again.

Jessica ran off a moment later, wanting to get back to playing before her family went home, but Sam made himself a pact. He would make Jessica his girlfriend, no matter what.

[jakepuckermxn]

Blame it on the juice || Self Para

TAGGING: Jake Puckerman & Matt (NPC) WHEN: August 2012 WHERE: A nightclub, West Hollywood GENERAL NOTES: Jake’s first kiss with a man.

Jake had been in Los Angeles for about a month when the kiss happened. He had finally found some friends that he felt comfortable hanging out with outside of work and the group made plans to go out clubbing in West Hollywood. They got hold of some fake IDs and some beer, getting themselves buzzed before heading off to the clubs. From there they drank, danced and tried to chat up girls. It was like any other party night back home in Charlotte. A few hours later and Jake excused himself to go to the bathroom followed by a trip to the bar for another round of tequila. He started to head back to his friends, threading through the crowds of people on the dance floor when he suddenly found his path blocked by a man.

The man was taller than Jake, with a chiseled jaw and sparkling blue eyes. He had dark hair which although messy looking, had clearly been styled to look that way. As Jake let his eyes wander, he couldn’t help but notice the firm muscles that were obviously lying under the man’s shirt. The man was hot, Jake realised with a start.

That was a new realisation, that he could find men hot. Sure there were the times at school when he’d found himself giving some of the guys second looks in the locker room, but he’d always pushed any further thoughts away. He was just looking, what was wrong with that?

There was also the time that he’d gotten really close with his friend Ben one summer and he started to think that something was still missing from their friendship. But Ben’s family then moved to Louisiana and Jake didn’t give his unidentified feelings any more thought.

After all, boys liked girls – not other boys. That was how it was in his school, in his family, in movies and in everything he knew.

But Jake wasn’t in North Carolina any more. No, he was in California. Specifically he was in this club checking out the hot man in front of him. The hot man who had now noticed him looking and seemed to be doing some looking of his own.

“Wanna dance?” The man asked, barely waiting for Jake to silently nod in response before pulling him closer.

They just danced for a while, Jake feeling his inhibitions slowly fade away with each beat of the music. The alcohol helped too, and he just felt more and more free as one song faded into the next.

As the songs went by, the dancing was getting dirtier. There was more grinding, more eye contact and increasingly less space between them. It therefore wasn’t a surprise when Jake noticed Matt (they had shouted names at each other a few songs back) starting to lean in.

His heartbeat started to quicken, and he couldn’t tell whether the pounding in his ears was from the music or his building anxiety, but Jake didn’t back away. He tried to let go of his worries, closed his eyes and leaned in to meet Matt halfway.

The kiss was electric, as good (if not better) than any he’d had with girls. He found he enjoyed having to lean up rather than down, and the feeling of stubble against his cheek was really doing things for him too. Jake quickly initiated a second kiss, and then a third and shortly after he lost count as the two of them made out on the dance floor.

An indeterminate number of kisses later, they were interrupted by Matt’s friends, insisting that they were leaving and that Matt needed to go with them since he was their ride. Jake reluctantly said his goodbyes, with one final kiss before Matt vanished into the crowd.

Jake stared at the space where Matt had been for a moment, a hundred different feelings and thoughts whirling around his brain as he tried to catch up with what had just happened and what it all meant. Deciding that was a rabbit hole to disappear down later, Jake headed further onto the dance floor to find his friends.

He found them fairly easily, joining in with the dancing that was already going on. Jake was only there for a minute or two when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned, freezing as he saw Matt in front of him.

“Here.” Matt said, handing over a napkin which had some numbers scrawled on it. Jake felt Matt’s hand on the back of his head and quickly realised he was being pulled into another, somewhat dirty, kiss. “Call me anytime.” Matt whispered as he pulled back. With that, he quickly turned and disappeared once again into the crowd.

Jake slid the napkin into his pocket, and mentally prepared himself for facing his friends again. He’d never even expressed an interest in guys to himself, let alone to anyone else and he had no idea how they were going to react. He was starting to think of his friends back in North Carolina and what they might say, and panic began to set in.

But before it could really take hold, he took a deep breath and slowly turned round, being met with a lot of stares. Jake instantly began to try and wrack his brain for something to say when shouts of ‘Score!’ and ‘Nice catch’ started and he realised everyone was now grinning at him. A wave of relief flooded over him at that and he began to relax, looking forward to his future in LA more than ever.

[rybydesign]

The Words Slipped Out

TAGGING: Ryder Lynn and Santana Lopez WHEN: October 4th, 2016 WHERE: Santana’s apartment in LA  GENERAL NOTES: Flashing back to when Ryder and Santana were dating and said “I love you” for the first time.  WARNINGS: None

RYDER

“I’m driving over now. I love you, see you soon.” 

Ryder hung up the call instantly, his brown eyes wide with fear. The words spilled from his mouth before he was even able to give them a second thought. Santana and him had yet to even drop the L word, and, though Ryder knew he felt it, he hadn’t planned on saying it. And he was especially not planning on saying it like that. Now, he was on his way to her apartment and he knew what had just happen was unavoidable. 

Bringing his hand up to her door, he knocked his knuckles softly against the wood. The embarrassment he felt prevented him from really knocking loudly. He almost hoped Santana wouldn’t hear it and maybe he could get away with her not opening it and he wouldn’t have to see her that evening. There was just no telling what awaited on the other side of the door. All Ryder could think about was how awkward things were about to be and more importantly he couldn’t help but wonder whether or not she even felt the same way.