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celeryb1tch · 8 months ago

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spencer reid x student!reader

18+! this post contains nsfw content

when spencer gets home from work he finds that you haven’t finished your essay, so he tries to ease your mind.

content: lots of pet names, fem!reader, you’re getting an arts degree lol, age gap but not too intense since this is early-ish seasons spencer, slight degradation at the end, reader orgasm, oral and fingering (r! receives), overstim, forced orgasm.

(i’m literally gay but i’ve been so delusional and in love with this fictional man lately i had to write something to get it out of my system!!!)

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when your boyfriend came home from work, tie loose and satchel abandoned on the kitchen counter, you felt a wave of embarrassment flush you. you were still working on the same essay you had been last night; the one spencer made you promise you’d finish today.

“how is my pretty girl?” he asked, laying back beside you on the couch. when he leaned over to kiss you chastely, your stomach churned and you shut your laptop quickly.

you could feel hot tears start to pool in your eyes, biting back the sob you so desperately needed to get out. spencer took one look at your face and sighed, wrapping an arm around you.

“oh, baby. you didn’t finish it?”

“i tried!” you protested, your eyes squeezed shut to avoid seeing his disappointed face. “please don’t be mad at me.”

spencer’s gentle hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb across it lightly. “look at me, angel. i’m not mad.”

the floodgates opened when you finally dared to look at him, seeing his mouth pressed in a flattened line. tears streaked your face and it only added to the embarrassment. your boyfriend was a capable man, and here you were crying because you couldn’t finish a stupid essay before he got home from his 9-to-5.

he tried to hold you closer, but you struggled against him. you didn’t deserve his comfort or his sympathy. he settled for running his free hand through your hair soothingly. “hey, just talk to me. what went wrong, can i help?”

you shook your head, fighting through a hiccupped sob to answer. “i couldn’t find the last source i need. i was sifting through articles for like four hours, and i just gave up.”

ever the problem solver, spencer smiled down at you softly. “okay, let me take a look. you know i have fairly good research skills, they’re kinda required for my job.”

“you don’t get it!” you huffed, frustration evident in your voice. “you go to work all day and i can’t even find one source. one! i shouldn’t need your help for everything.”

recognition flashed in his eyes, and then he really pulled you in. it was useless to relent, you could feel the determination in his touch. he shushed you softly, one hand wrapped around you firmly while the other drew patterns on your back. when your breaths slowed and your sobs subsided, he pulled back to hold you at arms’ length. “baby, you are one of the smartest people i know.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and spencer grabbed your chin to ensure you couldn’t look away.

“i wouldn’t lie. no one i know is as sensitive as you are, as empathetic and in touch with their emotions. that’s what makes you so good at this program. i certainly couldn’t complete your degree.”

and you knew how bad at concealing the truth your boyfriend was, so reluctantly you believed him. “thank you,” you just about whispered.

his eyes cast pure adoration on you, even as your tear-stained cheeks were red and raw. “your incredible brain is one of the reasons i fell in love with you. so if you can’t find anything, there must be a reason. could you please just let me take a look?”

spencer had indisputably won you over, one arm still holding you to his side as he opened your laptop on his own lap. you relaxed into him, head pressed to his chest where you could hear his heart beating perfectly. with a hum, he scanned your tabs in a matter of seconds, scrolling to the bottom of the search result page at a speed the computer could barely keep up with. “i know what it is, but you’re not going to be happy.”

lifting your head, you squinted at your boyfriend inquisitively.

“you were typing the date wrong, honey. the last two numbers were flipped.”

you felt that feeling of incapability rush through you again, your eyes stinging in preparation to cry. but spencer was right there to prevent you from shutting down, hand on your head passing slow strokes in comfort.

his lips hitched into a small sympathetic smile when he looked down at you. “my poor girl, worked yourself up so hard your brain stopped working. too much essay writing this week.”

and of course, he was right. you’d been running yourself ragged recently trying to keep up with deadlines, not to mention the extra work you’d taken on early to prevent overwhelm for finals. when you’d told him your plan, spencer had advised against it. he didn’t want you sacrificing your sanity now for a bit more time with your boyfriend in a few months. but never not supportive, he relented and instead helped you draft a schedule to complete everything.

you couldn’t feel too stupid with spencer’s sweet voice telling you that you weren’t. “it’s not even due until next week, remember? i just wanted you to finish it tonight so i could take you out to dinner,” he confided sheepishly. “you’ve been working so hard, i wanted to reward you.”

despite knowing it was physically impossible (as spencer reminded you often), you could feel your heart swell from the overwhelming love you felt for your boyfriend. you pecked kisses all over his face incessantly until he swatted you away, blushing crimson from the unexpected affection. “okay, where are we going?”

spencer hummed mischievously in faux thought, tucking your wild hairs back from your face. “you didn’t finish your essay, so i actually think it’s only fair to punish you. at least before i take you out anyway.”

a heat bloomed in you, both in your cheeks and between your legs. it was rare that your boyfriend was anything but tooth-achingly sweet with you, saving his more dominant side for certain circumstances. apparently this was one of them. “oh, really? how are you gonna punish me, sir?”

he pulled you into his lap, mouth finding your neck immediately. “if you’re going to be stupid, i might as well treat you like you are. i know how much you like it when i call you a dumb slut, despite the fact that we’re both aware of how intelligent you are.”

your core ached with need, fluttering at his words. “that’s kinda fucked up, huh? i shouldn’t want that.”

“actually, it’s fairly common, especially for women with a high amount of stress in their everyday lives. most people enjoy some form of degradation and or praise when having sex.”

“spencer,” you groaned. his beautiful brain always had to get in the way of the fun, not that you seriously minded.

he smiled, pressing his lips to yours again. “sorry, baby. yes, it makes you a very naughty girl.”

despite the pure love in his eyes and his touch, you felt a pang of arousal when he degraded you. it felt good to be demeaned by someone who thought so highly of you. so you let him pin you against the couch, clothes long forgotten, and relished in his nasty words as he sunk to his knees before you.

your laptop was somewhere on the ground, still open to that unfinished document. but it was the last thing on your mind when you felt spencer’s mouth trailing down your front. his fingers hooked your panties, pulling them down with a string of arousal attached. “fuck,” he grumbled. “you are a little slut, aren’t you?”

you struggled to respond as his fingers passed through your folds, thumb toying with your clit lightly. “mhm, yours.”

“that’s right, baby.” all of the showy dominance dropped for a second when he smiled up at you, that familiar twinkle of passion in his eyes. and then he ate you out.

all you could do was grip the bedsheets, small whines leaving you each time he ran his tongue roughly up your clit. he’d take a moment to kiss your inner thighs, slipping two fingers inside to hit that sweet spot when he wasn’t lavishing it with his mouth. it wasn’t long before you were on the edge, feeling the knot snap in your stomach. with a start, you gasped through your orgasm, spencer’s hand finding yours to soothingly stroke his thumb across your knuckles. but as your breaths slowed, he didn’t.

“spence, i’m done,” you panted, hand gripping his hair.

“no you’re not.”

with a roll of your eyes, you tried to pull your hips away to no avail. his fingers were still pumping into you at a relentless pace. his head raised to meet your eyes, slick across his lips. he looked wild like this, disheveled, so different from your normal boyfriend, who was almost too sweet for his own good. “i told you this was a punishment.”

even knelt between your legs, this spencer was in complete control. his gaze was locked on yours, watching every tiny movement when he skimmed his thumb across your clit again. your core reignited when you realized what was going on. he was going to force you to cum again.

“please, too much” you whined, free hand pushing the top of his head away in a superficial effort. you couldn’t think properly with the intensity of the overstimulation.

spencer licked his lips, voice gravelly in a tone it only reached when he was purely aroused. “you can take it, honey. i know you can be a good girl for me. don’t you wanna be good?”

you nodded silently. there wasn’t much you could do but let him fuck you stupid.

“that’s it. gonna make you dumb, yeah? i’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think.” his head dipped down, resuming his wet, sloppy kisses to your clit. and with the combined effects of his words and actions, you were cumming again quickly.

you were unabashedly moaning now, jaw slacked open and eyes screwed shut. you were far past the point of caring what you looked like to the man furiously devouring you between your legs. your hand gripped his tighter, feeling his fingers pound a bit harder in acknowledgment.

your second orgasm felt like being catapulted into the atmosphere. it was sharper, practically knocking the air from your lungs. it took you a few moments to stop panting.

spencer grinned up at you, a sight for sore eyes in your clouded vision. “thinking about anything, baby?” he asked. and when he only received a small shake of your head, “good.”

his mouth returned to your core, soft kitten licks causing you to twitch and wince away. he squeezed your hand firmly, giving you a stern look. “only cleaning you up this time, promise.”

once you weren’t dripping arousal down your thighs, spencer pulled you onto him when he sat back down on the couch. all you could focus on were his warm, strong hands tracing sequences on your skin. he loved to imagine binary code, mapping it out on you because he knew the motion calmed you down.

you were barely conscious, brain buzzing like tv static in the post-sex bliss. you heard spencer chuckle to himself before saying, “so i think we’re getting takeout.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #molly’s!#spencer reid one shot #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid smut

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rainbow-nerdss · 8 months ago

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7x04 coda

Buck watches Tommy walk away and he feels… he’s not sure, honestly.

Happy? Relieved?

His lips still tingle with the memory of it, the pressure left by Tommy’s kiss. He’s frozen on the spot, right where Tommy left him. He laughs, the quiet sound echoing through his empty apartment. He knows Tommy had to go, had to work, but Buck stands there, watching the spot where he’d just walked out, and he wishes he’d reached for him. Pulled him back in for another kiss, more than just a faint brush of lips.

He wants to wrap his arms around Tommy’s shoulders, pull him close, lick into his mouth.

Shit, the things he wants to do.

And it’s all new, it’s strange and different and wonderful, because when Tommy kissed him, he felt stubble scratch against his own, and Tommy’s fingers tilted his face up, not down, and even though Buck hadn’t quite managed to set his hand down, hovering it over Tommy’s shoulder in his surprise, he knew what he’d find there—broad shoulders, muscled back, so unlike anything Buck’s known before.

But he wanted it.

He wants it.

And Tommy may be gone, may be halfway across the city, or hell, maybe even in the air by now—Buck’s lost track of the time since he left—but there’s still time. They’re going out on Saturday, on a date.

He’s going on a date with Tommy.

Buck finally drags himself away from the kitchen island when his stomach rumbles. He stares into the fridge.

He grabs some leftovers, too much happening inside his brain to cook right now. The microwave turns, and the humming is the only sound in the apartment.

What does he do now? He can’t just sit back down and get back to work on the bills he was working on before. He can’t just… sit and watch TV.

He takes out his phone, scrolls for a while, then navigates to google. His thumb hovers over the search bar.

Buck’s never lived a sheltered life. Sure, football locker rooms, navy SEALs, and the fire academy weren’t the most openly queer spaces, but he’s worked in all kinds of bars, alongside all kinds of people. He’s had friends, co-workers, acquaintances from all walks of life.

And he’d never questioned himself. He always supported the people in his life, stood up for them when it was needed. How had he never even wondered whether he might have more in common with them than friendship?

That he’s… what? Gay? No… Bisexual?

That one feels better. He takes a breath, and the microwave beeps.

He ignores it, tapping his phone to stop the screen from going blank, then types in the search bar.

Bisexual

He clicks on the first link, and then the second, and he keeps scrolling, keeps reading until his eyes burn and his stomach is growling with hunger.

He takes out the now-lukewarm leftovers and shovels them down without really tasting any of it. Bisexual.

His phone pings. A text from Tommy.

Tommy: Busy shift, spending more time in the air than on the ground! Just checking in—still good for Saturday?

Buck bites back a smile as he replies.

Buck: At least it’s not Q! Definitely still good.

He hesitates for a moment before adding a heart emoji to his last message and hitting send. Is that too much? Too soon?

Tommy sends back a grin and thumbs up, and Buck lets himself giggle—just a little one, shut up— as he pictures Tommy’s grin, the way his whole face lights up with it. God, he’s cute.

Tommy: You better not use that Q word btw! Whole lapd knows about what happened last time someone on ur shift said that

Buck: Unfair! Was NOT my fault

Tommy: I’m sure… Gtg. call coming in

Buck: Be safe!

How is this the first time Buck’s noticed a guy like that? How has he never seen it before? Most of the articles he’s read are about people who always knew who they were, or figured it out once they understood what bisexuality was.

For lack of anything else to do, or another message from Tommy to reply to, Buck heads upstairs and changes for bed, not really sure what else to do, just going through the motions. When he lies down, he stares up at the ceiling.

Is this the first time he’s felt something like this for a guy? He forces himself to think back, looking at his life in a whole new light, his friendships, the times he’s felt that same tightness, the need to be seen by someone who wasn’t a family member or a woman.

He thinks of Carter, a kid he played football with, the star of the team, how Buck used to showboat every time they were on the field together, used to play that little bit dirtier against, used to maybe glance at a little more than usual in the changing rooms.

He thinks of Leo, one of the guys he met working at the dude ranch, the one who just seemed to have a way with the horses, who took Buck under his wing on his first day, helped his clueless ass not pull too hard on the reins. Buck thinks about Leo’s hand guiding his, or resting on his thigh, showing him how to balance in the saddle. Buck wanted to do well at the job, wanted more than anything for Leo to look at him, a spark in his eye, and say “Hey, good job, Buckley!”

He thinks of that firefighter in Texas, TK, who Buck had clicked with just about right away. Buck wanted to be friends with him, wanted to keep him around, but he’d shut down Buck’s offer to take him for a drink if he was ever in LA by letting him know he already has a serious boyfriend.

Huh.

Maybe Buck had been asking him on a date. Maybe this has always been there, under the surface, just waiting to be prodded open.

And, hell, he realizes with a start. He might actually have a type. Strong, cool under pressure, unnervingly good at their job, able to get under his skin without really trying.

No wonder Tommy worked his way under Buck’s skin so quickly like that.

Buck finally remembers Tommy’s parting words as he walked out the door. “For god’s sake, please call Eddie. Now would be a great time—he’s on pain pills.”

He needs to call Eddie. Needs to apologize—Tommy aside, he’s been a dick this week. He hurt Eddie, actually hurt him, all because he let his… jealousy? Crush? Get in the way of his friendship.

That’s not the way they do things.

It’s late, past eleven. If he knows Eddie, he knows he’ll be awake. Pain meds, plus worry about what’s going on.

He sits back up in bed and dials Eddie’s number. While it rings, he thinks about what to say. “Sorry” is obvious. But when Eddie asks him why? When he leaves a silence, full of understanding and concern, Buck knows he’s never been able to withstand one of those silences.

“Buck?” Eddie picks up the phone, and Buck’s suddenly choked up, at a loss for words.

“Hey, Eddie,” he manages.

Eddie says nothing.

“I’m sorry,” Buck adds. “For not calling sooner. And for—for hurting you.”

“Buck. You didn’t mean to.”

“I—Eddie, I don’t know.”

“What?”

“I just… I didn’t think, I just… went for it, and I think a part of me knew as I was doing it that I was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.”

“So you… meant for this to happen?”

Buck shuts his eyes, shuffles so he can sit against his headboard. “I… Eddie, I never wanted you to… I didn’t want to injure you, I just wanted… Something.”

It’s not an explanation, not even close to it, but it’s all he can give right now. Sure, he could tell him everything. I’m bisexual and I wanted Tommy to pay attention to me, not you, but you didn’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire like that.

He wants to tell Eddie the whole truth, but not now, not like this, not as some sort of excuse and definitely not over the phone.

Eddie laughs over the phone, and it doesn’t feel mean, but it’s not comforting, either. “You wanted attention,” he fills in.

Buck exhales. “Yeah. Don’t worry, Maddie’s already called me out for acting like a teenage girl.”

Eddie laughs again, but it feels more genuine this time. “Remind me to thank her,” he says. “So, you’re back to normal now? Honestly, I was starting to have flashbacks to my first day.”

Buck… does not think about that day. He doesn’t acknowledge any similarities in his behavior that day and how he’s acted for the past week, because that… that’s not something he needs, right now.

Instead, he just sighs, and says he’s sorry again, and asks if he can make up for it. “Well,” Eddie says, and Buck hears him grunt, like he’s shifting positions. “If you’re free Saturday, I’m taking Marisol out to apologize for spending so much time with Tommy this week, if you could watch Chris? Say, around eight?”

And Buck’s about to say yes, but he stops himself. “I’m so sorry, I have… plans, on Saturday. Raincheck?”

Eddie sighs. “Damn, okay. Guess I’m groveling to Pepa again. You should come over, though. Earlier in the day, I mean. If, uh… you can. Chris misses you.”

Buck’s heart breaks a little. It’s what Tommy was saying, after all, and he can’t believe he’s been dumb enough to let anything get in the way of what he has with Chris, and with Eddie.

“Sounds great, Eddie. I can come by in the morning, maybe we could go to the aquarium, or something?”

Relief washes over him when Eddie agrees. He’s got this. He’s going to be okay.

When he hangs up, he only feels a slight pang of guilt for lying by omission and not telling Eddie about his actual plans for Saturday night.

He doesn’t feel guilty enough to not send a text to Tommy, though.

Buck: Talked to eddie btw Cleared the air

He’s just about to drift off when he gets a reply

Tommy: Great! Glad you worked things out

Buck doesn’t reply, just smiles into his pillow and lets sleep take him.

#911 spoilers #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #7x04 coda #bi buck fic #my fic

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lesbianphan · 1 month ago

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One single thread of gold (tied me to you)

Genre: fluff, 2024!phan, tooth-rotting fluff, very little plot just fluff

Words: 1.4K

Pairing: Phan

Summary:

"Time, mystical time Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?"

Just a cute little fluffy one to celebrate the 15 years of Dan and Phil the best way I know how: through RPFing, of course!

Read on AO3

Authors note: Happy phannieversary! This community has been the best thing to happen to me, I'm always so thankful to be able to nerd out about my parassocial love for these gays with all of you. Hope you enjoy this fluffy offering I put together in one night, cause I couldn't stand the idea of letting a day this special go by without posting anything (FIFTEEN YEARS OF PHAN, MAN!). Hope you enjoy this silly fluffy one <3 No beta, all mistakes are mine alone!

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“Aww,” Phil coos at his phone screen, and Dan looks up from his own, quizzically turning his head to glance at Phil’s screen. They’re sitting on their rather large sofa, but, as usual, are all up in each other’s personal space.

‘What is it?”

“Oh, nothing,” Phil stammers slightly, continuing to scroll, slightly embarrassed by looking at shipping content of them during their free time.

“I see how it is now,” Dan mocks, “you’re gatekeeping cute videos from me. What’s it you’re playing at, Lester?” There's no real heat behind his words, but Dan’s frowning quite a bit, insulted he would ever hide anything from him.

“Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss,” Phil giggles, absentmindedly continuing to scroll his feed.

Dan huffs a frustrated sound, as he turns back to his own phone and continues his own doom scrolling, head now resting on Phil’s shoulder. He keeps chancing glances at his screen, like Phil somehow wouldn’t notice. He doesn’t mind, though. Phil could theoretically just tell Dan his little outburst was about something their audience posted about them, and he would probably leave it alone after that. Still, Phil had decided years ago that winding Dan up was way more fun anyways, so he didn’t bother.

A few more minutes go by in silence. It’s funny how a lot of their time is spent like this, scrolling on screens in the comfort of each other’s company. No matter where they are, this feels like home, just spending time next to Dan doing nothing in particular. Ever since the skype days, it’s been this way for them. He feels his heart skip a beat at the thought of fifteen years having almost gone by already. The craziest years of his life, and yet the ones that truly felt like living, breathing easier, finally feeling like he belonged with someone.

Okay, maybe the cute post got to him a little bit. Just a tiny bit. Phil found himself staring down at Dan’s curly head of hair, resting against his shoulder as he furiously typed something on his screen. He feels the urge to run his fingers through Dan’s hair, but they do have to see real people in a bit, and Dan would throw a fit if he messed up his hair.

“Freak,” Dan says, without looking up at him at first, “why are you being weird, bitch?”

“Hmm, am not!” he protests, a little bit squeaky, giving his lie away a little.

Dan finally looks up then, and his eyes are like honey, melty and beautiful in the sunlight coming in through the window of the home they built together. Phil feels his breath hitch a little and Dan’s eyebrows go up higher as he accesses him.

“Are you dying on me again?” he says, looking him up and down. He’s exaggerating, sure. But he does seem to worry about Phil a whole lot more these days, after everything.

“Nah, not right now,” he replies, casually draping his arm around Dan’s waist and holding him closer, “just… guess I like you a little bit, maybe.”

“Right,” Dan laughs, his private little laugh. Just for them, “I’ll remind you of that next time you’re too lazy to get off your ass and grab me a glass of water, leaving me to die of thirst,” he tuts, teasingly, but snuggles closer to Phil, pliant and easy as ever, “gonna tell the kids you’re being absolutely useless again, passenger princess.”

“Hey,” Phil protests, but a giggle betrays him, “you won’t tell the kids shit! They love me, you know?”

“They sure do,” he says, thoughtfully, “but that’s never stopped me before”, Dan seems to be getting more and more comfy, his head fully resting on Phil’s chest, who reckons he might be more comfortable if he went for a proper cuddle. But Dan had always been stubborn and a little picky on his need for affection, so disturbing him might be a terrible play and make him leave for a while. Phil was feeling more than a little clingy at the moment, so he’d take what he could get.

When he goes back to scrolling on his phone, Phil notices Dan’s phone lying forgotten next to them on the couch, and Dan seems to be getting heavier and heavier against him. He isn’t sure if he should let him doze off, or if that would be a terrible idea and give him a headache afterwards. He should probably do something about that, really, but to be honest he was feeling a little selfish, and having Dan’s warm body clinging to him was one of his favorite feelings. He decides if Dan’s gonna fall asleep there’s no harm in actually messing with his hair, so he starts to scratch at his head, always endlessly fascinated by the soft curls.

“Ummm that’s so nice, don’t stop,” Dan moans, hands gripping Phil’s shirt. “Ew, you made it weird,” he complained, continuing to pet his very own weird guy, lovingly.

“Did not,” Dan says, “your hands feel really good.”

“Sure, rat.”

They stay in silence a little while longer. Phil stopped scrolling on his phone, contemplating his own thoughts, as he cards his fingers through Dan’s hair. To Dan’s credit, he did stop moaning about it now, but still he’s as close to purring as a human being could actually get, Phil reckons.

“Will you tell me what that was about earlier?” Dan asks, slightly mumbled. Phil understands him perfectly, ‘cause of course he does.

“Do you really want me to?” he asks and Dan shrugs. That’s when Phil knows maybe it’s no longer time to keep joking and pushing his buttons; there might be some real insecurity behind this. They’ve decided years ago to become better at communicating feelings, and they work on it as much as they can, so he asks “would you tell me why?”

“Weird brain day,” Dan admits, meeting Phil’s eyes, “feels weird being left out of… anything today, basically.”

“Oh,” he feels his stomach sink a little, “ you should have said!”

“Just did,” Dan shrugs, holding Phil’s hand just because he can, and he’s through denying himself little comforts such as this.

“I don’t know if I can find the post again, honest,” Phil said, interlacing their fingers together deep in thought, “but it was a gifset of… well, us. And it was about that whole… invisible string thing?” he shrugs, and Dan’s eyes are getting a little shinier than he expected by bringing this up, “I know you think all of this fate talk is rather silly, but… I think it’s quite sweet that they seem to think there was a big plan for us, don’t you?” he feels his own tone getting reverent, almost whispery.

Dan looks down at their interlaced hands and squeezes, taking a deep breath. Phil isn’t sure if he’s in one of his “yap through the pain” sort of moods, or if he just wants some peaceful company. It really varies with Dan. He’s learnt to let him take the lead in days like these, and just be there for him all the while. Sometimes it’s all he can truly offer.

“You know, I used to think life was incredibly bleak until… well, you.” Dan shrugs, meeting his eyes again, soul laid bare, only for him, “I may not believe in fate, but I don’t think I’ve ever stopped really believing in this,” he points between them, “I don’t think that… ever really changed for me. So I don’t think it truly matters if we were tied by fate, if all this was meant to happen or just completely random. It’s always been you.” Phil sees the tears brimming in Dan’s eyes, and he feels his own eyes getting wet in return, chest swelling with the amount of feeling he has to fit in there. It feels like it could never fit, yet it always does.

He doesn’t say anything at all. It doesn’t quite matter what the right words are. He just reaches out and pulls Dan to his chest, holding him tight, kissing the top of his head and swaying them gently on the couch. He feels Dan’s tears on his shirt and he hums the first tune that comes into his mind, holding the love of his life against his chest, his entire world between his arms, right there. Breathing, alive, heart beating fast, filled to the brim with so much love and kindness. His absolute favorite person in the whole wide world, within his reach.

Doesn’t matter how or why, if it’s by fate or pure coincidence, this is real and it’s theirs. Only theirs.

#phanfic #phan #phan fluff #fluff #fanfiction #2024!phan #rpf #my writing #my phanfic brings all the gays to the yard #thanks for reading #hope you like it!#I decided to crosspost here cause why not yk #phanfiction

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vr46ridersacademyofficial · 6 months ago

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all the guys at the bottom like yeah they’re gay keep scrolling

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hustlebonezzz · 2 months ago

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Yeah yeah they’re gay, keep scrolling 🥱

#elden ring #messmer the impaler #oc x canon #mailwives #nsft #doodle #wip #miiiiight make this a full piece. because. I need uhhh commission samples #Stoli the official scratch post of Messmer the Impaler 🫡

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mrabubu · 6 months ago

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Heya! Ignore this if this is rude, sorry to just dump my opinions in your ask box like this!

About the Leosagi thing, it has a bit of a history in the tmnt fandom, that’s why it’s so popular now with the rise one. I’m not as knowledgeable as some older fans, but the Usagi comic book series and tmnt have been intertwined for a pretty long time. Crossovers and things have been happening almost every iteration, aside from rise. Each crossover tended to focus heavily on the friendship between Usagi and Leo, leading to a big chunk of the fandom shipping them in a bunch of the iterations.

The Usagi chronicles is widely regarded as a middle of the road show. It’s not amazing but it’s great to see the Usagi comic books get a show of their own! (in a, weird, several generations down the line way) The fact that it was released around the same time as rise, and that rise never got to have a Usagi crossover like most of the iterations before it, lead fans into taking the crossover into their own hands. It was tradition at that point, and those leading the charge happened to be the same ones who shipped Leosagi before rise, in 2003 and the like.

Leo being gay or trans has been a popular headcannon for a long time, probably because of the extremely queer fandom. Either way Leo in rise being more flamboyant than any Leo before him reinforced this I suppose. As someone who doesn’t mind the Leosagi ship (and is queer themself), I don’t think just because a guy is flamboyant or confident they’re gay. That’s a pretty small minded take and assuming that a guy can’t be flamboyant in any way without being “outside the norm” is a tale as old as time. But knowing this you can still have fun with flamboyant gay characters. I think some people can find comfort in head-cannoning a character as a confident, charismatic gay man!

But, aside from all of this, everyone should be allowed to do whatever they want with characters forever. People should not feel offended if anyone portrays a character as straight or gay, canon is fandoms personal playground and it doesn’t matter at the end of the day. I think your Y/N stuff is awesome and you should keep doing whatever you find joy in, because that’s what fandom is about. Try not to get too offended at the Leosagi shippers, tmnt has had this tradition long before rise, and it’s just the fandoms history moving forward with the newest iterations. Let the gay people go wild, doesn’t matter who they ship who with, if people are having fun and making art together.

I hope you don’t have to receive any kind of hate for the ship you prefer, you aren’t morally obligated to like anything, and this is your blog, you choose what happens here.

YOU are NOT being rude, anon, don't worry xd

Just in case, yeah, I know about history between TMNT and Usagi, and I know they had crossovers many times.

Again, I have no problems with people who enjoy their headcanons by themselves and don't touch anyone with it. You don't touch me, I don't touch you, simple as that. I'm not a fan of both these headcanons, so I just either keep scrolling or filter/hide them. I don't try to make people stop enjoying something they like because I have no right to do so.

About Leo, there was already a comment that I agree with, and I hope they don't mind if I quote them here:

"There's a difference between being flamboyant and being gay. Being flamboyant does not make you or someone gay. This is a common stereotype that can be harmful to the LGBTQ+ community. Being flamboyant is a way some people express themselves and their identity and trust me, it does not determine their sexual orientation or gender identity."

I have a little personal history with thing that is different, but has the same core, because I'm half-blood. One of my parents was from another country, and because of that some of my actions and personality have been judged based on my ethnicity.

Again, you headcanon Leo as gay? Okay, just please, don't try to make people believe it's canon. Because I've seen cases like this, and there's a whole video where a person basically says that Leo is gay and if you don't agree, "heck, you're wrong! And the fact that you don't agree only proves that it's canon" and a bunch of other "proves" that mostly made out of thin air. Like, wth...? Who gave you right to say something like that? You're not the creator of the show. And because of people like this there are a bunch of those who actually believe this headcanon to be canon.

For me it turns into a problem when people are crossing the line and start shoving their headcanons into your face, trying to prove/make you believe that it's canon, and simply being rude if you don't agree or just say that you don't like it. If a person didn't do anything to you personally, who said you have the right to being rude to them or even harass them?

If this behavior crosses the line of my interests, why do they have the right to be offended by my disagreement, but I have to ignore them if it hurts me?

Not to mention how bad I feel for RIse creators who are still being constantly pressured by people with all this which is NOT okay and shouldn't be okay.

Just in case, all this isn't directed personally to you, anon. I'm sorry for so much text again xd

#abubu ask

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halfblood-princes-crown · 2 months ago

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BACK WITH THE COWORKER DISCOURSE

Ok, this time I said fuck it and just gave them my phone

They scrolled through both the marauders side and the Snape side of tumblr as to not be biased

Interestingly enough, my boss seems to think BOTH sides have a weird obsession with gay and trans people.

“One one hand, the people interested in Severus, more often than not, seem to be projecting in a comfort type of way, but both sides have their fair share of obsession. Dare I say fetishizing it to an extent.”

This was interesting to me because that was the last thing I expected them to even look at. I was expecting more hypocrisy talk tbh. I have no opinion on this honestly. I do agree, but not fully. It’s rare I feel any weirdness about it so threw my hands up with that one

My fav coworker took notice of the two faced treatment of Lily. He stumbled upon one of THOSE Wolfstar posts and was like “Don’t they call yall misogynistic for criticizing her character?”

My boss: “I know I keep saying it but this is literally cognitive dissonance. They scream one thing and then their actions contradict it. This whole side of the fandom or whatever you call it is a walking contradiction. One minute they don’t like…death eaters? Then the next minute they’re infantizing and fetishizing them. Now it’s don’t hate on Lily, but we’re gonna use her as a baby oven for our gay fantasies. Come on now. Like, it’s weird.”

We haven’t even had lunch break yet omg 😭

Idk, what are y’all thinking?

UPDATE IN REBLOGS!

#severus snape #pro severus snape #pro snape #snape community #hp fandom #harry potter

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A Coming Out Party : Iggy Milkovich Style

Iggy don’t know much about this whole gay thing, but he’s fairly sure people did those whatchamacallit’s....comin’ out parties or some shit.

It’s been a few days since Mick got his ass beat at the Alibi when he told everyone there he’s gay. The house is quiet again now that Terry’s back in the clink. It’s always a good day when that happens.

Since that night, Mick’s been real leery around him and Colin. Total bullshit in Iggy’s opinion. Like they give a damn. But their youngest brother has this fucking stupid idea that they’re just like Tarry.

Fuckin’ rude is what it is.

Now Iggy isn’t the kind of guy that gets into touchy-feely territory with any of his brothers or sister, but he realizes this is kinda a big moment for Mick so maybe he should do something so his brother wouldn’t keep thinkin’ like a dumb fuck.

Maybe he should throw him one of those parties.

“You wanna throw Mick a party?” Iggy’s voice slurs. He’s more than buzzed by now, as he and Colin are sitting on the back porch drinking a couple or nine beers.

It’s late, probably after midnight. The moon’s shining down on them and everything.

“....kinda party you talkin’ about?” Colin is disturbed from his little daydream he’s got goin’ on. His eyes are still shut but he wiggles a bit to get comfortable again.

“One of those gay parties,” Iggy says. “You know, them comin’ out things.”

“The fuck does he need one of those ‘fore?” Colin says, confused. “He already did it at the Alibi.”

“Yeah, but he still thinks we’re gonna hurt him or somethin’,” Iggy sighs, taking another swig.

“He’s fucking stupid.”

“The stupidest.”

Silence falls over them. But it’s brief.

“You really gonna do that?” Colin asks, brow raised and all.

“Yeah,” Iggy shrugs. “Gotta show him what a dumbass he is. I don’t give a damn what he does.”

“Yeah,” Colin echos. “I mean, I don’t see what’s so great about dick over tits-” Iggy agrees. It doesn’t make much sense to him. “-but Mick seems happy with Gallagher. Pretty sure I saw him smile the other day.”

“No shit?” Iggy is smiling now. Damn, Gallagher was a miracle worker. Mickey never smiles. He must really like that redhead kid.

He takes another drink of his beer.

“You gonna buy all that rainbow shit?” Colin turns to him, and has a look of distaste on him.

“Nah, that’s too gay,” Iggy shakes his head. “I’ll do something better.”

“Like what?”

Good fucking question. What did gay dudes like?

“Dick,” Iggy says suddenly.

“Huh?”

“Gay dudes like dicks,” Iggy’s gettin’ all excited now.

“Ain’t that obvious, Ig?” Colin says like he’s the stupid one now,

Iggy waves him off. “We’ll throw him a dick party. It’ll be epic.”

“A dick party?” Colin repeats, and looks interested.

Iggy feels like a fuckin’ genius. “We’ll use streamers and make ‘em look like little dicks. And we’ll get hats and a cake from erotic shop downtown.”

“A dick party,” Colin grins, and Iggy can see his brother is way past drunk at this point but he don’t give a damn. He’s on a roll! “Yeah. Let’s throw Mick a dick party.”

“But we can’t tell him or Gallagher,” Iggy says seriously. “It’s gotta be a surprise so keep your damn mouth shut.”

“Fuck you, I can do that,” Colin says, offended.

“Then prove it, stupid,” Iggy leans back, determined to make this party a reality.

“Ay, do me a favor,” Iggy abruptly comes into Mandy’s room. She’s sitting on her bed, scrolling through her phone, and looks up, instantly annoyed.

Why is everybody around here so fuckin’ rude?

“What do you want, assface?”

“How about showing your brother some respect?” Iggy pouts.

“Fuck off,” she says without looking up.

He huffs. “I need a picture of Gallagher’s dick. You got one?”

The streamers and other shit are easy to get. Colin stole them yesterday. Now they just gotta get the cake and Iggy has the perfect vision for it. He’ll get a picture of Gallagher’s dick so the baker can put it on there. Fuckin’ brilliant if you ask him.

Mandy shoots him a weirded out look. “The fuck do you want that for? Are you gay too? ‘Cause I don’t think Mickey will be happy with you trying to steal his boyfriend.”

“Nah,” Iggy said. “Wouldn’t wanna disappoint all the chicks anyway.”

“You mean all the chicks that turn you down everytime?” Mandy snorts. “Those chicks, Ig?”

“Fuck you,” Iggy grumbles. It’s true he hasn’t had much luck lately, but it’s their loss. He’s a fuckin’ catch. “You got the picture or what?”

“No,” Mandy says bluntly.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Why would I have one?” She rolls her eyes. “I’m pretty sure Ian’s only sending those to Mickey.”

“Then ask for one.”

“No, I’m not doing that,” Mandy glares at him. “Go be a pervert somewhere else.”

“The fuck am I a pervert for?”

“You want a picture of Ian’s dick! You don’t think that makes you a pervert?”

“It’s for Mickey,” Iggy says defensively. “Me and Colin are throwing him a party.”

“What?” Mandy’s confused. “A party for what?”

“It’s a dick party,” Iggy watches her furrow her brows. “You know, cuz he came out.”

“You’re throwing him a coming out party?” she clarifies.

“Yeah, but it’s a dick party. None of that rainbow shit.”

His sister does this weird thing where she doesn’t know what to say, then she stares at him a little suspiciously. “That’s oddly nice of you, Ig.”

What can he say? “I’m fuckin’ thoughtful.”

“And modest too,” she says dryly. “But why do you need a picture of his dick for then?”

“Cuz it’s going on the cake. We’re gonna get one from that erotic shop,” Iggy says proudly.

Her eyebrows fly up. “Uh huh. Well, maybe you should just have them make one that looks like a dick because I’m not asking him for that.”

“Fuck that. Just text him.”

“No,” she sounds exasperated again. “Just go away. God...”

Nah. This has gotta be good. Iggy’s not goin’ halfway.

He snatches the phone from her hands, and she yelps. He quickly pulls up Gallagher’s contact, while trying to dodge her attempts at grabbing it back.

“Give it back!”

Mandy (2:45 p.m.): need a pic

“Iggy, I swear to God!” Mandy shrieked. “Give me the fucking phone!”

Gallagher responds pretty fast, so he’s obviously not busy wherever he is.

Ian (2.46 p.m.): what kind of picture?

Iggy makes it out to the living room with Mandy hot on his heels. He’s typing quickly, eyes darting back up to ensure that his sister wasn’t near enough that she could swipe it back.

Mandy (2.46 p.m.): a dick pic

Iggy thinks about this. He’s gotta make sure this sounds like it’s coming from Mandy. Hmmm.

Mandy (2.47 p.m.): ❤️

“Here ya go,” Iggy tosses the phone back at her. He’s back to his own bedroom when he hears her shouting again.

“Oh my God. I’m gonna fucking kill you, Iggy!”

Him and Colin are at the kitchen table working on making all those little paper dicks.

“This is fucking boring,” Colin groans. They’ve been at it for a while now. He’s sober right now, they both are and this isn’t the kinda activity someone should do when they’re not drunk off their ass.

“Almost done,” Iggy sighs. Feels like he’s been here forever.

“Mick better be fucking grateful. Nobody went this hard for me after I kissed a girl,” Colin grumbles. The sound of snip, snip is heard through the air as he starts using the scissors again.

“We should’ve. Fucking miracle a chick wanted to kiss you,” Iggy smirks.

Colin flips him off. “At least I got kissed at ten. When was your first, Ig? Oh, right. Fourteen.”

“At least I got fucked before you,” Iggy says, not to be outdone.

“You mean Viktoria? I don’t think fucking our cousin counts.”

“I didn’t fuck her,” Iggy makes a face.

“She says you did,” Colin lets out a laugh.

“No fucking way.”

“She did,” Colin insists.

There’s too much incest in this family. Iggy’s fairly sure this is why some of their relatives look so fucked up.

“I didn’t fuck Viktora. Jesus,” Iggy huffs. “It was Courtney Langston.”

“Courtney Langston?” Colin ponders this. “The one with the split tongue?”

“Mhm,” Iggy wiggles his eyebrows. “Came in real handy.”

Colin barks out a laugh.

“You’re disgusting,” Mandy stalks over there with folded arms. She was seriously pissed for a while after Iggy sent that text off to Gallagher.

“Come back to us when you’ve gotten fucked with a split tongue,” Iggy says smugly.

“I’ll pass,” Mandy rolls her eyes.

“Ay, help us with these,” Colin holds up the piece of streamer and gestures towards an empty chair.

“I’m not doing a fucking thing after that fucking awkward conversation I had with Ian!” She snaps, and Iggy’s pretty sure she’s not above strangling him. “Mickey was all over my ass about it and it was your fault!”

She pokes Iggy hard in the shoulder. Damn, why did she have to grow her nails out? Those fuckers hurt.

“Sucks. Anyway, quit bitching and start helping,” Colin tells her after a beat of silence. Iggy snickers.

“How many of those are you making?” Mandy asks but makes no move to sit down.

Iggy pauses. He didn’t stop to think about that. “I dunno. Lots of ‘em, I guess.”

“When’s Gallagher and Mick getting back?” Colin asks, carefully cutting the streamer.

“Later,” Mandy says. “Around six, I think.”

“Good,” Iggy nods. “I gotta go get the cake soon.” Unfortunately, he never got the picture of Gallagher’s dick so he had to improvise. It’ll look like any other dick out there. Fuckin’ sucks, man.

“You’re really going out for this,” she notes.

Iggy shrugs. He shoots Colin a glance and they try to ignore the awkwardness that’s comin’ over the table. They don’t do heart to heart talks and all. “Yeah, well. Only cuz Mick’s being a dumbass.”

“Yeah, why’s he gotta assume?” Colin agrees. “If I was gonna hate him for it, I’d do it. But I ain’t, so he's not gonna go around thinking I will. That’s just fucking stupid.”

“Yeah,” Iggy nods vigorously. She rolls her eyes.

The living room and the kitchen are all decorated. Little dicks are hanging everywhere. The hats turned out to be a bust but ay, they’ve got a banner, though.

It’s a makeshift one, written in Colin’s shitty handwriting.

Guess you ain’t straight after all

The cake is double chocolate, Mick’s favorite. Colin even stole some ice cream, Mandy bought some pizzas, and there’s plenty of beer to go around. It’s about to be a good fuckin’ party!

For a while, they just kinda wait around and do nothing. It’s only when the clock strikes closer to six, and they see Mick coming up the street with Gallagher that Iggy hisses at the other two to get ready.

“Man, fuck your brother. If Lip knows what’s good for him he’ll-”

Mickey trails off at the sight of the party. Gallagher stops dead in his tracks beside him. They’re just standing there, staring stupidly at them.

“Ay, there you are,” Iggy comes to clap him on the shoulder.

“What the fuck is this?” Mickey is confused. He side-eyes Iggy, eyes darting from him and back to the party.

“Your dick party,” Colin pipes up.

“My...what?”

Gallagher is less stupid. He gets it. “Is this a coming out party?” He says, amused.

“Duh,” Iggy says. “Why do you think we made all those little dicks?”

There’s a lotta emotions in Mickey’s eyes right now. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move. His brian musta short-circuited. “Why the fuck did you do this for?”

“Cuz you think we’re like Terry and we’re not,” Colin frowns. He’s already at the kitchen table, swiping frosting every now and than. Mandy’s leaning against the fridge, drinking a beer.

“You didn’t even tell me, assface,” Mandy glares at him. “I had to figure it out myself. And that was after Ian told me way too much info about his mystery man.”

“You made me tell you,” Gallagher insists. “You’re the one that wanted to know!”

“Not about my brother’s sex life!”

“Anyway,” Colin interrupts. “We did this so you’ll stop acting like a goddamn pussy around us and get over yourself.”

“We don’t care who you fuck,” Iggy adds. “You’re still our brother.”

“And a shithead,” Colin calls.

Mandy raises her beer in a hear, hear motion.

Gallagher’s smiling widely. Man, did anyone ever tell him he looks like bambi when he’s like this? “This is really nice, guys,” he says. “But what’s with the streamers? Are those-”

“Little dicks!” Colin and Iggy tell him proudly. Gallagher snorts. But Mickey hasn’t said anything yet. He’s looking around, caught off guard and Iggy’s starting to wonder if he’s gonna lose his shit or something.

Gallagher must sense the same thing. He places his hand on Mickey’s back, his eyes all soft. But then Mick shrugs him off, clears his throat.

“Not like I need your fucking approval,” Mickey mutters gruffly, and the room collectively rolls their eyes. “But...thanks or whatever. At least I won’t have to beat your ass too.”

“Like you could,” Iggy punches his shoulder good-naturedly. Mickey scowls, shoving him.

“Maybe if you go easy on him,” Colin smirks.

“Maybe you need to shut the fuck up.”

“Ay, look at this,” Iggy cuts into the conversation to show them the look, lookin’ real pleased with himself.

“Holy fuck,” Gallagher cracks up again.

“Was gonna use your dick for it,” Iggy says to Gallagher, who’s eyebrows fly up to his hairline. “S’why I used Mandy’s phone to ask for a picture.”

“Oh,” realization dawns on Gallagher. He glances at Mandy. “That makes more sense.”

“So you weren’t tryin’ to get the picture for yourself?” Mickey still narrows his eyes at her.

“No, douchebag,” Mandy glowers at Iggy for causing all of this. “It’s his fault. He took my phone.”

“For a good cause,” Iggy shrugs. He’s not sorry.

Gallagher moves closer to the cake. “It’s very realistic.” He sounds impressed.

“It’s alright,” Mickey says, but Iggy can see the slight upturn of his lips. The bastard’s trying not to smile. That falls apart when Gallagher kisses him on the cheek.

Fuckin’ sap, Iggy thinks fondly.

“Can we cut this cake now?” Colin says impatiently. “I’m starving.”

“Mandy, start servin’,” Iggy tells her. “Serve it yourself.”

Iggy rolls his eyes but does it anyway. He hands the first piece to Mickey, even though Colin’s got his hands out to take it. “It’s double chocolate.”

From there, it kind of dissolves into the usual chaos.

Colin, like the uncivilized bastard he is, uses his fingers to take some cake. Mandy swats him on the hand, scolding him because they all have to eat from that. Iggy plops down in a chair, congratulating himself on a job well done. He watches his brother and Gallagher playfully threaten to dab Mickey with the frosting that’s on his finger, which elicits threats of violence from Mickey.

Might be a lot of work for a few words spoken but Iggy knows it means a lot to his brother- they’ll have to take him down kickin’ and screamin’ to get him to admit it but it’s true.

But that’s perfectly fine. Iggy loves the fuckwad and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #iggy milkovich #colin milkovich #mandy milkovich #shameless fanfiction

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