OMF I can’t believe I’m actually posting this. XD; I have written quite a bit of smut before (most rp-related), but it pretty much never gets actually posted anywhere, soooo… yeah. idk. Hopefully it’s not too bad? >A<
Note: This takes place in the same timeline as my RPNAU fic “Biology”, but can be read completely separately. And if you don’t want to read it, you can still continue on reading “Biology” and not miss anything. ♥
THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL THE FOLLOWS AND REBLOGS AND COMMENTS!! HERE IS YOUR REWARD!!
PLEASE NOTE: This contains NSFW boyxboy SMUT. You have been warned.
THE COLLEGE EXPERIENCE
First year of college, like the first year of high school, was probably the hardest. Particularly, Jack had learned quickly, when you were going to a different college than your boyfriend after getting used to seeing him every day in classes during high school.
Jack was taking a variety of courses at Berk Community College: some creative classes like art and writing, a couple of more serious courses like computer programming or ancient religions, and even a class about early childhood education. He had a lot of different interests and had found it hard to narrow anything down, and his father had been supportive of him trying a bunch of different things.
Hiccup, meanwhile, was going to a trade school and taking courses on mechanics and engineering. He eventually planned to open his own garage, which Jack had been aware of, of course—but he hadn’t thought, at the time, about the fact that his boyfriend would end up going to a specialized school for it.
At least both of their schools were in Berk. And really, despite the change in their situations, some things were the same: Hiccup had never stopped his habit of climbing through Jack’s bedroom window in the middle of the night.
i can’t get over how sad and funny it is when you see a teenage boy being real snotty about what he finds sexually attractive like oh no he doesn’t like bright lipstick and gladiator sandals make you look like a whore
like buddy sorry you are not some kind of sexual wine connoisseur you are sixteen and would probably fuck a grapefruit
I think about this post a lot.
- Germany: We've called this conference to solve the world's problems, not to fight about the problems of our past. And since I'm the only country who seems to know how to run a meeting, we'll follow my rules from here on out. Eight minutes each for speeches, no chit chat about side deals, and absolutely no going over the time limit. Now if you want to go, make sure you're prepared and raise your hand, but do so in a way that does not mock any salute of my country's past.
- Italy: *raises hand*
- Germany: Germany recognizes his friend, Italy!
- Italy: chill