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Sir, I know the protocol in these circumstances, But could you please tell my dad first?  I just think my mum would take it better if it comes from him.
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"Actually, can I ride you?"

YO sO I Wrote A FIc anD it’s SmuT Im GoINg StrAIght To HELL i HoPE to See u alL ThEre alONG wITh dan ANd PhIl excePT tHEY arE Not GOIng stRaiGHt to HelL cUz thEY Be NOt stRaighT oOps

Also I am a child what am I doing with my life and this is my first fic and i can’t write if my life depended on it so ignore the mistakes also I haven’t reread it so :c
Tags?: SMUT (yes we r all sinners oops), masturbation, high school au I guess, riding and idk I kinda forgot what happens haha
Anyway read it if u want here we go.

Dan and Phil were in school. They hated it. They were both bullied for being gay. They were both teased for their relationship. They hated everything about to school. It felt like them vs the world, like everyone was against them. It was lunch and dan and Phil were both sat outside on the bench under the tree which was their usual spot. “Do you still want to come over tonight?” Dan asked while cuddled up to Phil. “Ye.” Phil relied. “You might as well stay the night, I’ll ask my mum.” Dan said as he grabbed his phone and texted his mum. She replied within minutes. Phil had a really good relationship with dans parents. They were always polite and it felt like home, he could just walk in whenever he wanted and it wouldn’t be questioned. “She says sure.” Dan said with a smile. “I’ll go home first and then I’ll come over because I need to get my stuff.” They spent the rest of lunch enjoying being in each other company. The bell rang and they went off to their lessons.

Dan came home and slung his bag on his bed. He immediately got changed and made sure his room was presentable enough for Phil, not that Phil would care but it felt like the right thing to do. After he had finished tidying dan received a text from Phil saying “Hey, I’m just gonna do the dishes and wait for my mum to come home from work so she can drive me because i really can’t be bothered walking. I’ll be an hour max. Xx <3” Dan smiled and replied. Dan thought he would use the time he had left logically. Dan, after all is a teen, and Dan and Phil hadn’t had sex yet. Which is obviously understandable, they had made out(a lot) and on a few incidents they had come in their pants but haven’t had sex. He figured that because he didn’t want to make it awkward when he enviably got a boner while they were sleeping next to each other he would quickly sort himself before Phil got there. To try and prevent and awkward situations.

Dan rushed to his room where his laptop was, took off his super tight ripped jeans, with struggle. And he proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes and opened his laptop. He searched for some gay porn and propped his laptop at the perfect angle, throwing his head back. He was already hard, Gotta love being a teenager. He poured some lube onto his hand and slightly stroked his now extremely hard dick. Using whatever lube was left on his hand he began fingering himself with one finger. Lot long after he added another, and another.

Phil opened the door and walked in, surprised Dan wasn’t downstairs waiting for him like he usually is. He assumed dan was in his room and just hadn’t heard him so he sprinted up the stairs and turned left then stopped as he started hearing small whimpers almost moans coming from the room at the end of the hall, Dans room. He slowly walked to his door and pushed it open to reveal dan completely naked spread out on his bed, his fingers up his ass, laptop open and releasing moans. Dan somehow still hadn’t noticed the surprise visitor at the door, too busy pushing his fingers in and out of his ass quickly. Phil could feel himself harder than ever and pulsing inside his jeans. “Preparing for me, are we?” Phil said with a smirk, he didn’t really know what happened he just kind of blurted it out. Dans eyes shot open his cheeks burning red from the heat, hair sticking to his forehead. He yelped. Grabbed his quilt to cover himself and shut his laptop as quick as he could. Phil walked over to dan. It felt like it was in slow motion Phil removed his shoes and his pants, his t-shirt slowly following. Dan was still in complete shock and unable to tear his eyes away from the huge bulge in Phils boxers. Phil sat at the end of the bed and pulled of the quilt before getting on top of dan and locking their lips. At this point dan didn’t care anymore and devoted all his attention to the present. Kissing Phil felt amazing like every time they kissed sparks flew. Dan began tugging at the band of Phils boxers before pulling them off completely and tossing them to the side. “Lube?” Phil asked out of breath. “Top drawer.” Dan replied also out of breath. Phil broke apart their kiss to reach over and grab the lube. He poured onto his hand and spread all over his dick. “Are you ready?” Phil said still on top of dan. “Actually, can I ride you?” Dan asked shyly turning even brighter red which he didn’t think was possible. Phil nodded and rolled over so he was on his back laying next to dan. Dan sat up and looked at Phil who was smirking at him. Dan lifted one leg over him so his ass kinda lined up with phils dick. He put his hands either side of Phil to stabilise himself. “I’m ready, are you?” Dan asked. Phil moaned and nodded in response because even the thought of dan riding him was enough to send pulses straight to his throbbing dick. Dan lowered himself onto Phil slowly as soon as they made contact Phil whined in pleasure and couldn’t help to let a few moans escape his mouth. Dans eyes shut quickly as he pushed further and further down. Dan stopped when he reached the base of Phils cock. He lifted himself up an slowly building a rhythm. phil was completely gone, a moaning mess. Dan picked up the pace slowly but surly and making sure to keep trying to angle himself so that phil would hit his prostate. And there it was, dan moaned and screamed in absolute pleasure. Phil smiled because he knew he had just hit his prostate. Dan stayed at this angle moving even faster. Hitting his prostate every time. “Da…Dan I’m gonn….gonna come!” Phil groaned. “D…do yyyou want to stop?” Phil continued. “No phil, IIII don’t care please cum for me. In me.” Dan replied in absolute awe. “I think I’m clo…close too phil.”
Phil took this as a sign to start stroking dans dick which was throbbing and leaking, this made dan scream once again. “DANNNN!” Phil yelled as he came into dan, dan still bouncing on Phil helping him ride out his orgasm. As Phil finished than couldn’t hold it any longer and he came hard onto Phils chest and hand. Dan finished and rolled of Phil to lay down next to him. “Sorry.” Dan replied looking at Phil covered in his cum. “Don’t be it’s fine. It was more than fine actually it was hot as hell if I’m being honest.” Phil replied making them both laugh.

They stood up and started to dress, Phil looked over at his incredibly hot boyfriend who was still flustered and he could already feel himself getting hard again. Dan spotted Phil looking at him and he smiled back and he looked down and saw his boyfriend was completely hard. “Round 2?” Dan asked giggling. “Fuck. I hate being a teen.” Was all phil could reply with as he locked their lips. “I’ve never been more happy about the fact that my parents work late.” Dan chuckled. “Shut up and take of your boxers.” Phil replied both of them laughing so much that it hurt.

***************** Okay so why r people actually reading this I’m so confused aha thanks I guess
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Blossom, the most prestigious name in all of Riverdale - like royalty. But instead of being liked, all that the Blossom name brought was distaste in many residents.

You were nothing like your family, correction, you wanted so desperately to be nothing like them. But your dear mother held the reins so tightly that you begun to think you didn’t have a choice. That was until Archie Andrews came into your life. You knew who he was, even had several classes with him and stole a few glances down the hallway. At that point no conversation had developed, but one night after school you heard Archie singing quietly in the music room. From there, a connection formed.

Associating yourself with someone like Archie would be frowned upon in the eyes of your parents. Anyone that wasn’t rich, snobbish or wore high designer brands were people your parents wouldn’t dare be friendly with. Because of those values, you didn’t have any other option but to keep the growing bond with Archie seem non-existent. But everything in Riverdale had a way of coming out.

The fireplace crackled away in the lavish Blossom living room.

“We give you everything, Y/N. And you want to throw all that away for some…boy?”. Your mother paced, head low, not even attempting to make any sort of eye contact.

Sitting properly on the couch, legs crossed and dress neatly laid just above your knees. It was the same discussion, you heard it many times before. When you, Cheryl or even your late brother Jason did things that weren’t the Blossom way, an intervention in the family living room became a timely tradition.

“Archie isn’t some boy, mother. His kind, caring, considerate and most importantly he doesn’t treat me any differently just because my last name happens to be Blossom”.

Your mother sat down, leaving no gap, trying to create an even more tense atmosphere. “Being a Blossom is a privilege, so watch your tone”. She twisted a piece of your strawberry blond hair around her finger, letting the loose curl fall on your shoulder. “Y/N, you’re beautiful and I can see why dear Archie would hold such an interest. But here’s not the boy for you”.

Swallowing that bitter pill your mother just delivered, you bit the inside of your lip to prevent any sign of tears. Satisfied with her motherly speech, she up and left.

The landscape around the Blossom Manor was pure white, the snow had fallen beautiful creating a winter wonderland right at your doorstep. You felt numb, more so with every step. Wearing a white dress, contrasting with the snow, the only spot of colour came from the belt wrapped around the middle, it was a deep red - the colour that represented Blossom. Hands gripping your mobile phone, a two word message had been sent to Archie’s phone.

Goodbye, Archie - Y/N

Standing on the unpredictable ice that covered the lake, you couldn’t bear to be a Blossom anymore. The expectations, assumptions, hatred and loneliness never went away. White smoke escaped your lips, indicating just how cold the air had become.

“Y/N! Y/N!, don’t do this”. Archie’s voice shouting across the lake, full of desperation. “Please, Y/N, come back to me. Just step off the ice and let’s talk”. Behind him you could faintly see Jughead, Veronica and Betty.

Turning around, the tear you hid from your mother finally rolled on your pale cheeks. Looking apologetic, a snap under your feet, and down you went into the deep, freezing lake.

All four of them ran through the snow, Archie leading the charge. He shouted  your name over and over.

“Where is she!?”. Betty yelled.

“The current took her, we need to spread out”. Jughead instructed.

Archie fell onto his knees, scrambling through the snow. He reached the ice and saw you float by. “I found her, she’s here!”. Without waiting another second, he repeatedly punched the ice, using all his strength to get to you. “Come on!”. Archie’s knuckles were red and bloody but none of that slowed him down. One last punch and the ice cracked away. Pulling you by the arm, he dragged you back to the surface.

Behind him Betty screamed for help, Jughead looked worried and Veronica barely could watch as Archie did CPR.

“Breathe Y/N, please breathe”. He leaned to bring his mouth onto yours for the third time, once his lips detached you coughed up water. Everyone had relief written across their faces. Archie lifted you into his arms and carried you away.

Sitting by the fireplace, Veronica had wrapped a blanket around you and whipped up a warm cup of hot chocolate. You stared blankly at the red, yellow flames.

“What will your mum say if she comes home? After all she isn’t too fond of the Blossom‘s, and Y/N is one”. Betty whispered. “She nearly died, B, letting her stay at my house shouldn’t be an issue. Besides my mum will come around”. Veronica replied.

The room had emptied, leaving just Archie who sat next to you. Feeling ashamed and embarrassed you couldn’t face him. Waiting for any words to come, a lecture, a demand for an explanation - nothing.

Instead Archie wiggled closer, reaching out for your hand. His touch provided a different type of warmth, one that you never received from your parents. “I’m here, Y/N. No matter what”.

And for a second time that day, Archie Andrews saved your life.

Masterlist

there’s literally an article on the bbc website atm about how my old school might be the most gay-friendly school in england i’m yelling

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just ordered a DNA test and I’m so excited but also really nervous??? like we know what our family history is on my mom’s side but my dad was adopted and doesn’t want to open his adoption records so we have no idea abt his side and like, it’ll prob just be generic mixed eastern european/british isles like my mum’s side but…. who knows???

OTP AU Writing Prompts

All of these are SFW. A mixture that will work for either kid or adult characters. Some can also be used just for buddies! :)

-”So I’m waiting for my mum to come back to the video game store because I need her to loan me some money, and you’re over there helping your little sister to reach a game that’s obviously for five year olds and holy crap is that my favourite video game on your shirt it looks kinda like my shirt only better” au

-”I hate this lesson we’re in and crap I messed up AGAIN ugh hey you’re next to me so sorry but do you know what the hell I have to do’ au

-”You live next door to me and I keep hearing you yelling and one day I go to tell you to keep it down and oh my god you’re yelling because you’re watching/playing my favourite video game/anime” au

-”I’ve been kinda depressed lately and I tried to hide it, but apparently you noticed. So you’ve been sneaking notes with happy messages on them under my door/on my locker/around my stuff and that’s really sweet and I want to be your friend because that helped me but I don’t know who you are” au

-”As if I didn’t already not want to go to this movie/play/whatever the idiot working on the seating accidentally placed me really far away from my family and now I’m next to you and hey you hate this as well cool oh you’re into the same stuff I like wanna be friends” au

-”My parents signed me up for this cheap low-rate art/science/whatever club and I’m sitting next to you and well hey it’s a partner activity and neither of us know anybody here so how about we go together” au

-”Our idiot mutual friends roped us into going out together” au

-”This Valentine’s Day I left a ton of meme-based ecards I printed off the internet on a bunch of people’s lockers/pinboards/whatever as a joke, but you took it seriously and sent one back, and we’re sending them to each other and my god your sense of humour is exactly like mine and we’ve started to leave more personal messages on them, whoa at what point did I fall for you” au

-”We follow each other’s anonymous blogs on tumblr about a trashy thing that we’d get teased for liking, so I caught you on your phone reading tumblr and oh my god how come you’re reading that? Wait crap don’t freak out about it I’m sorry THAT’S MY BLOG I LOVE THIS TRASHY THING TOO” au

-”You live next to me and you keep playing my favourite music at really high volume and one day I just decided to duet with you and when the song was over you turned off the music and screamed ‘WHO THE HELL ARE YOU’ and I guess we’re friends now lol” au

-”My asshole boyfriend didn’t show up on our date but you ran over and pretended you were going out with me and were all like ‘hey, my name’s *insert person A’s name*, what’s yours?’ so I said ‘I’m *insert person B’s name*. What the hell are you doing?’ and you were all ‘okay I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend because your dickheaded excuse for one isn’t coming and this place is pretty dangerous when it comes to creeps and flirting’ and oh my god thank you so much hey you’re actually pretty nice, here’s my number” au

-”You’re in one of my classes and I don’t know you very well but one day you yelled out a quote from my favourite game/movie/tv/anime/book/etc and nobody got it and I felt bad for you so I continued the joke and we kept it going and wow I thought I was the only person who knew about that” au

-”Some asshole just knocked my stuff out of my arms/tipped over my entire desk/tripped me over on purpose/etc and you’re helping me to pick it all up wow thanks gee you’re cute what’s your name” au

-”I’ve just broken up with my girl/boyfriend of several years and I’m devastated and you’re my platonic best friend of all time and you’re comforting me and before I know it welp you’re hugging me well hey this is nice I like this” au

I think that’s enough for now but if I think of anything else, I’ll add some more! Reblog this with any of your own if you have something good to add!

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scout: okay…… my sister is probably still asleep so we gotta be quiet

scout: your bed’s just behind this screen. my mum knows youre coming, but im gonna warn you: my siblings are pretty excitable and will probably wake you up in like, a couple of hours

carter: what kid wakes up at 7am?

scout: one who’s grown up on a farm their whole life. they’re lucky. when i was younger, my parents woke me at 5 to start tending the crops.


(hunters still awake and just. listening to this whole thing.)

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please like me moodboard // not my pictures

ever since i became interested in betta fish i have done a lot, and i mean a lot, of research about all kinds of freshwater tropical fish, and i have picked up on all the bad things i see every day

yesterday i went to the pet shop to look at fish and my mother said i was embarrassing because i advised someone on tank size for a ghost knife fish and told an employee they had multiple dead fish in the tanks

but like i feel like that kinda person that annoys everyone in trying to correct the way fish are kept. i don’t know what to do cause it feels like I’m being shamed for being knowledgeable

even yesterday my mum was like “oh come on they’re just fish”

After Midnight

Summary: Dan is a bit upset about not being able to spend New Yearโ€™s Eve with Phil, so he goes to Louiseโ€™s in hopes of lessening his sadness. Just when he thinks that wasnโ€™t going to do the trick, thereโ€™s a small surprise waiting for him at midnight, making his sadness vanish completely.ย 

A/N: Just a little fluff to brighten up your day! ^~^

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,516

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New Yearโ€™s Eve, 2016

Dan couldnโ€™t remember the last New Yearโ€™s Eve he spent without Phil, but he supposed tonight would mark the first time in awhile since itโ€™s happened.

It wasnโ€™t uncommon for Phil to be around less and less during the holiday season, as he usually spent a lot of time with his family up North, while Dan spent very little time with his own family. He visited them for Christmas Eve and stayed through Boxing Day, and after that, he would go home and wait for Phil to come back about a day later.

This year, however, Phil was only back for six days before stating that he wasnโ€™t going to be able to hang around this New Yearโ€™s Eve with him.

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So I was in the middle of drawing a doodle of myself and I always feel a bit odd about how I always draw myself looking girly, but masculine at the same time. I always fit in with girls more than I ever did with boys, but I hated being categorised as a female, and hated expected to fill masculine gender roles. Having gender just seemed so pointless to me but I just continued because I always followed what I mum and dad called me. I look at my passport and ID cards and always see it saying Gender/Sex: Male, and I wonder why it really matters and if anyone ever asked me. My friends used to make jokes about nonbinary people and respecting their gender pronouns, so I’ve been scared to identify as agender, or nonbinary because I’d be considered a special snowflake. I’ve just come out to my friends and mum about this, so I’m a little nervous for the “but they is plural” bullshit from those I haven’t come out to yet. I’d like to just let you all know and ask that you use gender neutral pronouns, such as they/them/their and not my previous male identity. Thank you <3