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geooooooorge · 3 months

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i have to study so of course the only logical thing was to spend 5min making a sticky paper flower, of course

#look at her????#she looks adorable #its also midnight #mayeb i should go to sleep?#nah #anja's random

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zakariyamallisters · 7 months

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who: @merindahblackwood what: random af starter somewhere in riverrun, me and zoe chose chaos

the blackwood sisters were practicing their archery, stood beneath the overhanging ferns of a willow within the large amounts of greenery dedicated to a garden space within the keep of riverrun. considering the fact they were surrounded by a moat, this was only a smaller section of the garden area as opposed to what could be found behind riverrun's moat, sprawling with far more activities and space. it were common to see the multiple members of the riverlands court placed together within the space, as it were often a place for crossing from one part of the keep to another - as seen in the example of zakariya mallister, walking beside his own eldest sister.

he had heard the distant sounds of some women talking, though it were not enough to make him look up from his discussion with ayca mallister regarding a certain suitor who had paid call at seagard to see and speak with her. in the distance, he had one woman's voice tell another that she had stepped on her foot, and it was enough to make his gaze flicker just slightly. "you stepped on my foot." "shush."

definitely the blackwood sisters, as one could see from their flaming red hair and the slight accent they seemed to have. traditionally riverlander, and yet, their northern twinge came through strongly too, making their form of speech sound slightly different to the peers around them. he had not a clue which one was the older and the younger, though he paid no attention as zakariya and his sister stepped out of the curved shadows and across the green lawn, cutting through the corner rather than heading all the way around. and perhaps, that was something they should not have done, for there came the sound of a whizzing arrow very quickly between the empty space where himself and ayca were talking.

it were so incredibly fast and precise, for a moment, he wondered whether there had been a fly zooming by them. it was not until he turned to see the arrow wedge directly into the bark of a tree behind them did he fully realise it had been an arrow.

looking back at the blackwood sisters, he saw one approaching him; seemingly already irritated judging by the look on her face. or was that how she always looked? he had no clue, but he found himself looking over at his sister, knowing she was a few moments from saying something that would be considered incredibly offensive. this was no doubt an accident, for he was sure the ladies of house blackwood had no valid cause to murder him, or any of the mallisters. perhaps it would have been funny, if he did not sense the fact that ayca mallister was about to explode in her usual, icy rudeness. and as she began to exchange words with one of the blackwood women, he turned back toward the woman that had approached him.

pulling the arrow out from the bark tree, he extended it back to her, trying to ignore the sounds of his sister's quarrelsome voice with the other lady. he did not even know her name. "you know what your problem is?" he asked, his words strangely blunt, though his voice was nowhere near as irritated as his sisters. "your vision. there is a bigger space for practicing archery, where perhaps my lady will not end up being charged with murder."

#c: merindah #merindah 001 #random af sentence prompts thank u anja and cat

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taevayu · 2 years

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can you do username ideas for 'anja'? <3

── ◜✧◞ anja! ﹕ᶻz

panjanic / anjanimal / prodcanja / anjadvce

hh-anjas / anjalyl / nameanja / anjamond

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mogulsims · 1 month

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ellapastoral · 4 months

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Oasis Springs Royals CC list

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succubusphan · 9 months

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Two Man Team - Chapter 4

Summary: This is the story of two struggling friends who after many trials and tribulations find their way back to each other and build the life they've always dreamed of.

Or how Phil changed his life by talking to random strangers on the internet.

Rating: E

Tags/warnings: Friends to lovers, Friends with benefits, mental health issues (mainly anxiety), Slow burn, Dan is a psych student. Canon divergence (the timeline is altered and some things never happened), Slutty Phil, Angst with a happy ending. The fic spans many years.

Author's Note: Written for the OSPBB 2023 @oldschoolpbb. Thank you @effingmeteors for being my life saviour and beta as usual and to my artist Lin @anironsidh.

Edits and the art will be added at some point, we are busy bees.

POSTING EVERY DAY UNTIL IT'S COMPLETED.

Total Word Count: 75k ish

Read on Ao3

CHAPTER 4: We Should Be Friends

May 2010

After they’d posted their first collab a few months prior, their YouTube channels had started to receive a lot more attention. It was very evident that people preferred their chemistry and energy together rather than apart, so they decided to capitalise on that as often as they could. Why not? They had an amazing time filming together anyway.

During Phil’s first visit to Whockingham, he and Dan decided to give pinof (like everyone, including themselves, began to call it) a mighty counterpart, not a sequel, but… a different twist on the concept, this time on Dan’s channel. The questions were quite different from those they received for pinof, or as Dan put it, they were the same fans but they found it easier to express themselves on his channel. That might’ve been true since Dan received creepy mail from them often, while Phil got drawings and cute things for the most part.

A surprising aspect of sharing their friendship online was that people really shipped them. They didn’t say it out loud at first, but then the conversation started shifting from fans speaking to them to fans speaking about them, usually in places where Dan and Phil could easily see it, like Tumblr and Twitter.

It was no big deal at the time so they decided to carry on without paying the shippers any mind as long as they were not rude or super invasive.

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January - June 2010

Moving back home with his parents after his master had been good the first few months. He even felt that he had a better relationship with his dad. It’s not that he didn’t love Phil, but he’d had so many expectations that didn’t align with what Phil wanted whatsoever, so there was no way Phil was going to fulfil them. The cordless hammer drill he’d given Phil for his birthday was testament enough of it.

Phil could be many things but the so-called ‘manly type’ was certainly not one of them. He was sensitive and he wore skinny jeans and eyeliner - and he liked men. But still, he felt a bit closer to his father now that they had shared a home as adults for some time.

Phil threw himself back onto his old bed and let out a huff. He felt like such a couch potato but he didn’t want to see anyone or do anything. As of late, he just felt like sleeping all day and playing games all night. His family was not fond of the little routine he had going but at the same time he was 23 years old, it’s not like they could tell him what to do like when he was a child. On the other hand, they were still his parents and this was still their home so the situation was a bit strange.

He was an adult, but he still wasn’t any good at it. It was as if he hadn’t fully developed yet and he often felt like everyone else had things figured out except for him. Anja had a good job and lived with her girlfriend. Most of his childhood friends had moved out and were able to support themselves - even Richard - and Phil was finding it hard to find a steady job.

He had a gig editing… “Adult videos” for the summer but then he was done.

Phil’s stomach growled, reminding him that he had refused to go down to eat all day to avoid his dad and the talk he so eagerly wanted to have. He had managed to put it off for nearly 24 hours but if he didn’t eat something soon he was going to faint - again.

Huffing, Phil sat up and regretted it immediately when his world spun. He took a deep breath and got out of bed, making his way downstairs with one hand to the wall to avoid falling. He walked into the empty kitchen and thought luck would be on his side this time, but when the microwave dinged announcing that the leftovers were ready, his dad appeared seemingly out of thin air.

“I thought you were never going to come out,” his dad joked, making Phil feel like shit for avoiding him.

“Sorry, I was just sleeping,” he said, grabbing the plate from the microwave and sitting at the breakfast bar.

“Are you sure?” his dad asked suspiciously, eyeing him carefully. “You look pale and your dark circles are only getting deeper.”

“Jeez, thanks Dad.” Phil rolled his eyes, already angry, even if he didn’t know why.

His dad raised his hands and took a small step back. “I’m just worried about you, that's all.”

Phil let out a small sigh. “I’m sorry, I guess I’m still tired. I’m alright.” He pushed the rice in his plate around, not really eating anything. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

“Your mum and I were talking a few days ago and… we are wondering what your plans are - for the future,” he said, finally coming to sit next to Phil.

“I don’t know yet,” Phil mumbled, trying to make himself smaller in his stool.

“We think it would be best if you find a job and move out j-”

“You’re kicking me out?” Phil said, dropping his fork and looking at him.

“No, Phil. Well… we know that you don’t really want to live here, but you don’t seem to know what you’re doing. You can’t sleep all day and stay up all night playing games forever. You’re wasting away.”

“I can’t believe you are kicking me out,” Phil said, his voice shaking a little in a mix of anger and hurt.

His dad put a hand on his shoulder. “We are not kicking you to the streets, just giving you a little push. We will help you move and give you money if you need it. And you’ll always have a place to return to if anything were to happen, you know that. We are worried about you,” he said. “And we want to see you do well, living your own life as an adult.”

Phil looked into his eyes.“I guess… you are right. I just don’t know what I’m doing,” he mumbled.

“That’s normal. Nobody is born knowing these things. We have all summer to figure it out - together.”

Phil nodded and finally took the first bite. The rice was already a bit too cold.

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August 2010

Moving to Manchester turned out to be a blessing. He managed to land a job at the Disney Store that didn’t totally suck, and he had his very own place. His flat was basically a shoebox on Jefferson Place overlooking a prison but he didn’t have to share with anyone for the time being.

Well, he wasn’t officially sharing with anyone, but as Dan had promised in one of his YouTube videos, as soon as he started uni at Manchester, he “dumped all of his shit” at Phil’s and visited as often as he could. It was amazing to have his friend so close by, he was a great source of entertainment, and it kept Phil from going insane or staying in and getting cabin fever - if you could get cabin fever by living alone in Manchester.

Dan had helped Phil so many times in his life, just being there, being his friend and listening to his weird rants, and Phil was glad to have the opportunity to pay Dan back by being a bit of the voice of experience when it came to uni matters, and to provide Dan with a quiet place to study, or to have a breakdown when he needed it.

One fateful afternoon, barely 10 minutes after Phil walked in from work, the doorbell rang and when he opened the door, he saw Dan, soaking wet with a huge pile of laundry in a trash bag, lips trembling and eyes filled with unshed tears.

He knew better than to ask, so instead, he pulled Dan into a hug and grabbed the bag from him slowly, setting it on the floor. “It’s ok,” he mumbled into Dan’s hair. “Go sit on the sofa and I’ll make us some tea.”

“Thanks,” Dan said and made himself at home, taking his spot on the sofa, just like always.

Phil put on the kettle and set the cups on the counter before putting the first load into the washer; it looked like it would be probably three. “Are you having laundry problems again?”

“I’m having all sorts of problems… laundry is only one of them.”

“Anything I can do about it?”

Dan let out a huff and stared at the ceiling. “I guess… I just don’t fit in - anywhere. I thought this would be different, no rocks, no punches in the locker room, but it’s still the same. I’m still too fucking lame to make friends, my roommates are insane, people still gossip about me and I hate most of my classes. What’s the point of studying psych if I can’t figure out my own fucking problems?”

“You are cool, Dan. If your roommates don’t like you, that’s on them. You are one of the kindest people I know, who wouldn’t want to be your friend?” Phil asked, pouring the hot water into their mugs and bringing them over to the coffee table very carefully before sitting at his side. “Just hang out with other people, you don’t need to be their friend.”

“It’s easy for you to say, you make friends so easily.”

“I don’t, not anymore, I think. It was easier when I was a kid and I didn’t realise people found me weird, and then I figured out I’m gay and nobody else was,” Phil said, thinking back to high school. “Well, Anja is a lesbian but I didn��t know that until much later. I’ve been awkward all my life, but I eventually learned to pick the right people and to leave the judgemental ones behind. If they don’t like me, I don’t like them either.”

“You have the best personality ever. Anyone who doesn’t like you is crazy,” Dan said after a long pause.

“Well, that’s how I feel about you too,” Phil said, patting Dan’s knee.

“Thanks, Phil, really,” Dan said. “You’re a good friend.”

Phil nodded and tried to keep a straight face. “Now, about the laundry-”

Dan pushed him. “Shut up! Someone just took my load out and left it on the floor soaking, I’ve fucking had it.”

“That’s at least 3 loads, it won’t wash properly if you put too much in.”

“Your mum has too much in,” Dan retorted.

“Hey!”

“Fine, you have too much in!”

“Well, sometimes, but good friends keep quiet about it,” Phil said, giggling.

Dan blushed and hit him with one of the sofa cushions.

Their tea mugs sat on the coffee table, untouched.

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December 10th 2010

Phil sat on his bed staring at Dan through the pixelated Skype call, restlessly rocking back and forward, fixing his fringe and picking at his fingers absentmindedly. He wouldn’t have even noticed he was doing it if Dan hadn’t pointed it out.

“What’s with you, mate?” Dan asked.

Phil huffed at his computer and consequently at Dan’s smirking face on Skype. “I feel like I’m about to get sick. There’s something wrong with me.”

Dan’s face dropped. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just not normal,” he whined.

“Phil…” Dan said, his tone a clear warning.

“I just - Listen, Frasier got into a relationship, Mark is away chasing some guys from Essex and my other regular just stopped answering my texts. I haven’t had any sex in like two months and I feel like I’m going insane. Is that normal?”

Dan’s eyebrows shot up and he cackled.

“I’m serious! Sometimes I feel like there’s something wrong with me. I feel like I need to have sex constantly or I start getting in a bad mood. People can actually tell when I come back from someone’s house because I’m all smiles and I’m cheerful, then my mood drops as the days go by and now I think my friends are actually avoiding me. Am I sick?”

“I think it’s normal at our age. You got used to always having an option at hand and now your endless supply has run dry. You just need to get laid,” Dan said.

“Well, with whom? I don’t want to go ‘hunting’?” Phil said, meaning going out to a pub and meeting someone new. He was a bit over that.

“Ok, since you are not taking the hint, I will be more clear. I mean me. Do me,” Dan said with an awkward wink.

Phil’s mouth nearly hit the ground. To be honest, he had thought about it but only vaguely since Dan didn’t seem interested. “A-are you serious?”

“Yeah… if you want,” Dan said, scratching the back of his head.

“You don’t have to do this for me if you don’t want to, really. I don’t want you to feel pressured into it, I was just venting,” Phil said, feeling a bit embarrassed but also quite interested.

“You would be doing me a favour. I am also out of options and we are friends, why not enjoy it, right? It would be fun.”

Phil contemplated it for a moment but smiled and nodded. It would definitely be fun, like everything he did with Dan. It would be great. “Ok, so… when. And Where?”

“Since your parents are in Miami, why don’t I come over tomorrow and help you desecrate your childhood bed?” Dan smirked. “Ever had anyone over?”

Phil shook his head. “Not for sex.”

“Perfect,” Dan smiled.

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They met in Manchester Piccadilly once again and took the bus to Phil’s childhood home, no extra stops or sightseeing this time. They hadn’t agreed on when it would happen so the anticipation, the tension between them and the little smiles Dan was giving him were driving Phil mad. He wanted to take it slow but he also wanted Dan in his bed immediately.

Phil took a calming breath as they entered the house, taking their coats and hanging them. The silence was deafening. “Do you want to order pizza and watch a movie?” he offered, trying to cut the tension.

“Yeah,” Dan said, looking relieved. He dropped his bag on the ground and went about checking Phil’s new DVD collection while Phil ordered.

Once the pizza was safely on the coffee table, they plopped down on the sofa and pressed play. Phil smiled when he saw the title screen for Wall-e; he had been meaning to watch that movie but he didn’t enjoy movies as much if he was home alone so watching it with Dan for the first time was just ideal.

The night was a bit of a rollercoaster. They commented along with the plot, marvelling at how cute Wall-e was, laughing at the jokes and nearly choking on the pizza when they thought Wall-e was dead. Dan was fully sobbing at that point but then… then Eva saved him, she helped him get better; just like Dan and Phil helped each other through the rough times.

Without giving it another thought, Phil wiped away Dan’s tears and pressed their lips together, pulling Dan into a hug and rubbing comforting circles on his back. It was a brief and sweet moment but when he tried to pull away, Dan looked into his eyes, buried his fingers in Phil’s hair and pulled him even closer, kissing him again.

Phil gasped and before he knew it, Dan was all over him, kissing him with more enthusiasm than anyone before. He ran his tongue on Phil’s lips, pulling at his hoodie and pressing him into the sofa, their breaths quickening.

Laughing, Phil pushed at Dan’s chest gently until the other paused, looking at him with wide eyes. Oh, how Phil loved those beautiful brown eyes. “Let’s go upstairs,” he said, breathlessly.

“Ok, yeah,” Dan said, helping Phil to stand and running up the stairs, but once they got to the bedroom door, he hesitated, not wanting to go inside.

Phil squeezed Dan’s hand in reassurance. “Hey, it’s ok if you don’t want to do anything. You know that, right?”

“No! I mean - I know that!” Dan said, biting his lip. “It’s not that, it’s just that… there’s something I haven’t told you, something big.”

Phil frowned, trying to guess what Dan was talking about. “What is it? You can tell me anything!”

“You remember my girlfriend, right?” Dan asked. “From high school.”

“Yeah, are you still together?” Phil asked, his stomach dropping. He had honestly no idea where this was going.

“No, no-no no,” Dan said, stalling. “I had a girlfriend but it was like only two months because I couldn’t do it with her,” he gestured vaguely.

Phil cocked his head at him. Was Dan trying to tell him that he had issues getting it up? He didn’t say anything hoping that Dan would elaborate so he didn’t have to think of something to say without putting his foot in his mouth.

“I couldn’t because… for the last 3 years I’ve been fucking Emily,” he mumbled, trailing off as he went to the point where Phil could barely make out the end of that sentence.

Phil’s face dropped and so did his jaw, his stomach, his heart. “What!? Your ugly cousin???!”

“NO!” Dan said, his brow burrowing into a frown. “Oh, my god! I said EMILIO!... Emilio,” he repeated, this time lowering his eyes to the floor.

“Oh,” Phil said, remembering that name. That was one of Dan’s emo friends.

“It’s over, but I haven’t been able to be with anyone else,” Dan said, barely breathing as he continued to explain himself. “He manipulated me so much, that’s why I didn’t always reply. He was constantly checking in on me and he didn’t want to make it official, but he also didn’t want me to be with anyone else. I don’t even know if I’m gay or if he just damaged me that much. I never thought about it, he just offered sex and I said yes because why would I say no? I was just horny.”

“Oh, Dan,” Phil said, pulling him into a hug. “We don’t have to do anything, you don’t need to prove anything to me or even yourself. It’s ok to take your time to figure it out, you know?”

Dan pressed his face into Phil’s neck, making the next words that came out of his mouth sound quite muffled. “I know, but I feel like - like it’s different with you. I’ve always known you were hot. I don’t need to figure that out, I just didn’t want to keep that secret from you. Nobody knows, none of our friends.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?” Phil ventured, letting go of Dan. He needed to know where Dan stood even if nothing else happened between them.

“No, I don’t think I ever did,” Dan said, letting out a frustrated huff. “It’s complicated. There was always so much drama. In the end he stopped texting me and one day he shows up at my door with a kid, because he had a girlfriend in another town and he got her pregnant and oh, and the name of the kid? Dan! He gave the kid my fucking name.”

Phil blinked and ran his fingers through his hair, not knowing what to say. “That’s a lot.” Fuck, that was a stupid comment.

“I know, that’s why I wanted you to know. Do you think I’m disgusting?” Dan asked.

“Dan… for having sex with a guy? I do that! Why would I think it’s disgusting?”

Dan shrugged. “I don’t know… It sounds stupid when you put it like that.”

“It’s not stupid. You’re not stupid,” Phil corrected himself, knowing what Dan meant. “I’m sorry that you felt so confused and manipulated by him. You deserve love and attention and an untainted friendship.”

“Do you think I will ever have that?” Dan looked at him as if Phil held the truth at the tip of his tongue and could simply speak it into existence.

“Yes, of course,” Phil said. “I would wait until you figured out how you feel about your own sexuality before you get into a relationship, but that’s it.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” Dan admitted. “I don’t think I will figure it out anytime soon. I’ve been bullied for being gay my entire life when I didn’t even know if I was gay or not,” he said. “But I still want to try with you, if you want. I feel trust you enough to know that everything will be ok.”

“Are you sure?” Phil asked.

Dan nodded and pressed their lips together. “Please,” he mumbled against Phil’s lips. Somehow, after the difficult talk they’d just had, Phil could tell that Dan was more relaxed and confident, so he let himself be guided to the bed and undressed at Dan’s pace, trusting him to know what he wanted.

Dan took a step back and looked at Phil’s naked body with hunger. “Do you have lube?” he asked.

Phil scrambled to open his nightstand drawer, making sure to put the different lube flavours and types as well as condoms at the top.

Picking one of the tubes, Dan stared at the label. “Cherry?” he asked, quirking one eyebrow.

“The flavoured ones are only for oral,” Phil explained. “Those don’t mix well with condoms.”

Looking at Phil’s cock, Dan smirked. “Actually, that’s an amazing idea,” he said, uncapping the lube, pouring way too much of it on his target and sinking to his knees.

Phil felt a bit at a disadvantage being the only one naked, but once Dan’s lips enveloped him, all his hesitation went out the window. Once Dan started to bob his head and use his unfairly huge hands on Phil, he knew he was in trouble. Try as he might, it was embarrassingly fast, but it made Dan super proud of himself if his wolfish smile was any indication.

Then it was Phil’s turn to undress Dan and explore his body, taking his time to learn what made him gasp and what made his toes curl. Feeling a bit competitive, Phil used every one of his tricks on Dan, pushing his buttons one by one until he was trembling, and only then did he take Dan cock in his mouth as far as he could take it without gagging and swirled his tongue around. Phil went tortuously slow, edging Dan until he was begging him and finally finished him off by hollowing his cheeks and taking him down his throat as he massaged his perineum, making sure to swallow every single drop.

Dan gave him a bewildered look. “You swallowed.”

“I did,” Phil smirked, rubbing his teary eyes with pride. It was the first time he had managed to deepthroat anyone without gagging, but he was not going to admit that to Dan.

“I don’t usually do that,” Dan admitted. “I don’t like the taste.”

“That’s perfectly fine. You don’t have to,” Phil said, his voice a little hoarse. “I don’t usually do it because it’s not ideal to do it with people you don’t know.” He lay down at Dan’s side and laced their fingers together. “It’s good to get tested every six months or so anyway, if you are active at least.”

“I never got tested,” Dan commented.

“You didn’t know, but now you do,” Phil smiled. “And you know I’m clean because I got tested last month.”

Dan nodded and turned towards him, laying one leg over Phil’s before leaning in for a kiss. It was sweet but deep and it lasted for what felt like forever. It made Phil’s head spin, reminding him of their first kiss, just over a year ago. The kiss that had definitely made an impact on him but left so many questions too. At least now he knew the answer to most of those questions, except for… what it all meant for Dan.

Phil turned towards him and pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together. He smiled into the kiss when he felt Dan’s hard on pressing against his. “Already?” he murmured.

“It’s your fault for being so hot,” Dan said against his lips.

Phil felt one of Dan’s arms reach for something behind his back but didn’t think much about it until he felt Dan’s slick hand wrapped around both of their cocks. Phil hissed at the cold feeling which felt strangely nice mixed with the touch and the warmth coming from Dan’s gorgeous body. He let Dan do as he pleased as their bodies moved in tandem, their kiss turning into a symphony of gasps and moans, the pressure slowly building within Phil as his orgasm surged. He tilted his head, kissing Dan’s neck and feeling him twitch as he let out a high pitched moan.

“Yes!” Dan hissed, as he began to tremble, trying to keep some semblance of a rhythm as he approached his orgasm.

“So hot,” Phil mumbled and bit Dan’s neck, perhaps a bit too hard.

“Fuck!” Dan moaned, his back arching as he came all over their chests, his hand going a bit lax until Phil wrapped his hand around Dan’s and both of their cocks and thrust into the fist.

Dan’s over stimulated whines only added to the fire. With a few more thrusts, he joined Dan, coming even harder than before.

“Lester,” Dan panted, a smile on his lips. “You’re a demon.”

Phil laughed, trying to catch his breath. “Maybe I am.” He buried his face into the crook of Dan’s neck and hummed, falling asleep shortly after.

The following morning, Phil woke up first and crawled over Dan, pulling a pair of joggers and a hoodie on before going to the bathroom to rinse his body and brush his teeth. He wanted to make Dan breakfast but he needed to look presentable; well, that and nobody likes to walk around with dry come all over their body. He made a mental note to avoid falling asleep without cleaning up next time.

It wasn’t anything fancy, just a bit of fruit and cereal. He was almost done and about to carry the tray up when he decided to add toast and eggs to the menu. It was fairly late anyway.

He walked into the bedroom and stopped in his tracks. He was shocked to find Dan gone and was considering checking the bathroom when he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist and something hard pressing against his ass, causing him to nearly drop the tray to the ground. “Jesus!”

“It’s just Dan, but if you want to worship me I’m in.”

Phil laughed. “I’ll worship your mum,” he said, setting the tray on the bed.

“I was hoping to worship yours.” Dan wiggled his eyebrows.

“Actually, shut up!” He nudged Dan’s chest gently.

“Alright, alright. I’ll worship this gorgeous ass,” he said with a hint of a question in his tone.

Phil could tell that it was a joke but perhaps also a request. “I’m in if you want.”

“Really?” Dan squeaked, his eyes a bit wide.

“Yeah!” Phil said with a smile.

“Ok.” Dan let out a happy sigh and looked much more relaxed after Phil’s reassurance.

They sat sideways on the bed, resting their backs against the wall and started eating breakfast. Time escaped them as they sat there for three hours without them even noticing, eating and chatting about life, especially everything that Dan had been stressing about - and kissing. In fact, they kissed so much that their lips were sore and puffy, and Phil was sure they would fall off at one point or another, but that didn’t happen.

An incredible feeling of happiness and inner peace filled Phil in such a way that he couldn’t stop smiling. He had honestly never felt like this, like his heart was going to crawl out of his chest. He briefly wondered if Dan felt the same, but even if he did, he knew that Dan was never going to admit it, not yet anyway. So instead of asking that, he decided to go with a different question. “Did you have fun last night?” He asked, setting the tray on the floor and scooching closer.

Dan got really quiet for a moment but his smile never dropped. “You know I did.”

“You know what I mean. Like, in general. How did you feel?” Phil pressed a bit.

“It was… the best. I could do that every day,” Dan said, being serious for only a moment before he smirked and continued. “So you better keep up, Lester. I’m going to wear you out.”

“We’ll see,” Phil said, smiling and biting into Dan’s neck without a warning. The whine Dan let out was evidence enough that he had won.

They eventually rolled out of bed and showered separately, so that they could actually wash up properly and go to the cinema. He scrolled on Twitter while Dan finished straightening his hair and saw the tweet from the previous night.

@danisnotonfire: All I can taste is cherry, all I can smell is cherry, all I can hear is cherry and all I can feel is cherry. Can’t really see much though.

Phil snorted and shook his head, giving it a like before shutting his computer. They were almost late to see Paranormal Activity at the cinema.

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They talked animatedly about the movie as they made their way back home through the snow. It had been a freaky experience but still super fun. Dan had clung to him the entire time even though Phil was just as scared, but it felt good anyway.

Phil hesitated before opening the door, Dan was giving him such an adoring look that it made him almost want to kiss him right there, in the street, where his prying neighbours could definitely see them. Almost. He shook his head and unlocked the door, letting Dan walk in first and watched him turn around on the spot and give him a look that made Phil’s heart skip a beat.

They threw the wet outer layers to the floor right by the door and sprinted upstairs.

Dan didn’t waste time taking over, undressing Phil and removing his own clothes swiftly. There was electricity in the air, but this felt different somehow.

Dan was in his element, all confidence and poise. “Suck,” he said as he made Phil sit on the edge of the bed and stood before him, and Phil did. He wrapped his lips around Dan’s half hard cock and used his tongue to tease Dan until he’d had enough. Dan pulled his hair lightly and climbed over him without a word. This was a side of Dan that Phil had never seen, he was almost feral yet methodical. He kissed every inch of Phil’s body that he could reach as he prepped him, using perhaps too much lube and pointedly avoiding any contact with his cock, but when Phil finally asked him to get on with it, Dan hesitated.

“Everything alright?” Phil asked.

Dan nodded, blush creeping into his cheeks as he pulled his fingers out. “Yes, I just - I want you to ride me. If that’s ok.”

“Whatever you need, just ask,” Phil said, pressing a kiss to Dan’s lips and letting him settle in the middle of the narrow bed. He made sure that the condom was probably in place and added more lube for good measure before pressing the tip of Dan’s cock to his hole, slowly taking him in, letting out a happy sigh as he bottomed out. He set his hands on Dan’s chest and watched his face intently as he began to rock back and forward first, teasing him a bit, relishing in the smouldering look on Dan’s face. “How’s that?”

“Good,” Dan said, letting out a snort that soon turned into a moan when Phil rose and let himself fall once again.

Phil smirked and repeated the motion a few times until he got used to the feeling and there was barely any resistance. Once he felt ready to really go for it, Phil shifted his weight forward, resting his hands on Dan’s shoulders and began to ride him in earnest. Watching Dan’s face and hearing him moan loudly was almost better than the feeling of having him inside, he could’ve almost come just from the view before him.

The bed was creaking under the pressure, the headboard slamming against the wall and Phil was in heaven. He’d found the perfect angle, stars bursting in his eyes as the sound of flesh against flesh filled the room.

“Ah! Ah! Phil!” Dan whined, holding onto Phil’s hips, trying to slow him down.

Phil slapped his hands away, he knew that scrunched up face Dan was making. “Don’t you dare hold it!”

“But I can last a bit longer, I- fuck! I can, I swear!” Dan said, but Phil felt his cock getting even harder.

“Sex is made to be enjoyed, stop trying to hold it!” Phil said, picking up the pace, his thighs screaming at him and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he was also coming too close to the edge. “Yes!” He hissed through his orgasm and leaned down to bite Dan’s neck.

Dan set his feet flat on the bed and thrust up into Phil twice’s stretched hole before coming deep inside of him.

“That’s it,” Phil smiled, his mind floating. He pecked Dan’s lips. “Good boy.” He felt Dan twitch inside of him at the praise but didn’t mention it.

Laughing, Dan wrapped his arms around Phil and kissed his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. “That was so good,” he said.

“Yeah,” Phil said breathlessly. “We should clean up before we fall asleep.”

Dan hummed and rolled his hips only a little bit, dragging his soft cock into Phil’s sensitive walls.

Phil clenched around him wordlessly and watched Dan flinch. That was enough to make Dan pull out and dispose of the condom.

They awkwardly shuffled to the bathroom for a quick shower that turned into round two between laughs and kisses.

After a much needed bedding change, they got into bed and cuddled up together, showing each other memes and funny videos.

Phil decided to check Twitter where he saw yet another picture of Stephen and Charlie together. They didn’t even look happy, but it made his mood sour anyway. Then he got a notification from Dan that put a smile right back on his face.

@danisnotonfire: Uma Thurman just watched me have sex.

The fact that Dan added a picture of the Kill Bill poster that appeared in many of his videos made him a bit proud. Dan was not hiding him, even despite all the fans already shipping them together.

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December 16th 2010

On a whim, they decided that Dan would stay back for a few more days even after Phil’s parents returned. It was exciting to have Dan finally meet his family after mentioning him so much. It went better than expected: Dan was a charmer, Phil’s mum loved him right away and his dad was friendly as well, although he kept a close eye on them both for some reason. Maybe he could tell, Phil didn’t know if he cared at this point; Dan was important in his life and it was time for some people to know.

What was there to know? Well, things between them had escalated a bit from how Phil usually did casual sex. There were random kisses in non sexual situations, hand holding, and - most importantly - Dan started to “claim him” publicly. It was not just about the tweets with pictures that were very clearly taken in his room in the middle of the night, or the sexual replies to his tweets. Charlie, for whatever reason, was still an annoyance in his life, trying to make it seem like there was something between him and Phil when he was still with Stephen. Maybe they were no longer together since Charlie had punched him - totally not cool - but the issue was that Charlie wanted to get in between he and Dan at all costs, and Dan had made it very clear that Phil was his, telling him to back off and he even replied under one of Phil’s tweets “I think I have a crush on you.”

It was still very confusing for Phil. Dan didn’t acknowledge any of these things in person even when they were sitting together at the time, but he was semi playing a boyfriend role in his life. For once, Phil tried not to let anxiety get the best of him and went along with whatever Dan wanted, except for filming, he had plans of his own in that regard.

It was a very ambitious project to say the least. “The Interactive Christmas Adventure” consisted of a main storyline with Dan and Phil’s mum as characters in a ‘choose your own adventure’ format and many easter egg type of videos that people could find by clicking in different annotations. He and Dan had an amazing time filming and editing most of it, but Phil was left alone to finish the mystery gifts his friends sent him when it finally came the time for Dan to leave.

Of course, once Dan was on his way back home and the video was posted, Phil proudly sat his family down to watch the final result only to have his dad get the mini video called “Dan and Phil sex tape” on the first try. It was just them goofing around, but it was still a very awkward moment.

Thankfully, that didn’t ruin his parents’ impression of Dan. They really liked him and Phil couldn’t be happier about that. The fact that his dad had only laughed about it had blown Dan away. He’d told Phil that he wished he had a dad so cool.

#succubusphan fics #phanfic #phanfiction #phan #dan and phil #phan au #ospbb 2023

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fakezucchini · 2 years

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Rating the Norway Womens National Team Euros Players Bunads (traditional dresses)

Disclaimer: I am not from Norway, and do not know anything about the traditions associated with these. If someone wants to tell me, I would love to learn

Celin Bizet- Good apron, and a fancy belt, but there is too much happening on the neck, and I don´t like purple 4/10

Guro Bergsvand- Very Standard, I like that the bag embroidery matches, Good color choices on the flowers 7/10

Frida Maanum- A bit bland color wise, but the silver is different, I like the spiky shirt. Could use a colorful belt 6/10

Synne Hansen- This is all I could find, but the flowers look nice 6/10

Vilde Bøe Risa- Shiny. I love this picture, but I´m not a fan of purple or the velvet stripes 5/10

Amalie Eikeland- Cute, I like the inside of the vest and the belt, and the way the vest zig-zags 8/10

Lisa Naalsund- Not a great picture, but I can imagine it is good, I like the leaves 7/10

Karina Sævik- Very fancy, I love the blue fabric, and the way the chain laces it up. I wonder how heavy all the metal is. 9/10

Sophie Roman Haug- This is the best I could do. She is wearing one I promise, can´t you tell? Cute baby anyway 7/10

Guro Reiten- I love the color, and the high neck on the shirt, and the gold on the vest, but the bag doesn't match 8/10

Anna Jøsendal- Cute, similar to Eikelands, but slightly more interesting, especially the edge of the vest 9/10

Julie Blakstad- My favorite I think, but maybe its just because she is so cute. I love the colors and the flowers, and the bag is very cool 10/10

Maria Thorisdottir- She is too icelandic for one of these, so here is this instead 10/10

Elisabeth Terland- Good flowers, similar to Bergsvands but she has a red vest which is a nice touch, I like the scarf 8/10

Tuva Hansen- Excellent, I love the color. The flowers are quite different to everyone else, and the apron is very striking, also she is matching with Vilja so it has to be 10/10

Ingrid Engen- Very similar to Guros, but I like Guro better 7/10

Anja Sønstevold- I couldn´t find her in one either, so here is her and her (pregnant wife?) lady, and a random child, the child´s dress is very nice, and all of it together is 9/10

Maren Mjelde- I love the flowers, they are different, nice and simple. Simba needs one too like Vilja 8/10

Sunniva Skoglund- Incredible, I love the belt and the flowers on the skirt. The embroidery on the shirt is outstanding. Her friends one is very cool too 10/10

Ada Hegerberg- I had to include baby Ada too, its so cute. I love the jackets and the teal vest and bag 10/10

Adult Ada´s is a bit plain, but she is still matching with her sister 6/10

Guro Pettersen- Similar to the standard ones, but I like the red/orange flowers, especially on the bag 6/10

Aurora Mikalsen- She looks like Ada´s mom, the apron looks musty, but the bag is nice 4/10

Caroline Graham Hansen- She is too cool for a Bunad apparently, as you can tell

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we-want-a-shrubbery · 9 months

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Thank you @theworldisquietheretooquiet for tagging me. I'm finally getting around to do it! Currently listening: Currently, "All I know so far" by P!nk is playing (I just rediscovered the song after not listening to it for a year). Apart from that, I listen to a lot of The Amazing Devil atm. Also violin covers of random songs.

Currently watching: Nothing, actively. I'm reading more than I watch tv atm. I did start finally watching The Office with my sister this weekend, though, after she wanted to watch it with me for the longest time.

Currently reading: "Die Erfindung der Sprache" by Anja Baumheier, which I don't believe has an English translation (yet). It's pretty good so far, it's about an autistic linguist looking for his dad who vanished in strange circumstances. It has a lot of loveable characters, which is really charming to read (I'm in love with the protagonist's grandma, she's the best <3)

Currently obsessing over: Honestly, mostly writing! Which is great, since it's basically my main hobby. I have quite a lot to finish in the fanfic department atm, including TRSB (and hopefully I'll soon be able to publish some longer works afterwards), but I'm also working on some original stuff, which is great! I honestly love whenever I get in the mood that I want to spend almost every free minute just writing, it's not always that easy :D I'll be lazy today and tag whoever wants to do it! <3

#thank you so much for the tag #this was fun!!#tag game #personal

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lake-archive · 6 months

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Chapter 2 - Working Strangers

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Series: Liebesdrama

Characters: Original Character, Hokuto Hidaka

Summary: Overworked yet reliable, so is the impression of the translator. But nothing more. And yet Hokuto cannot figure her out…

Tags: OC/Canon, Temporarily Unrequited Crush, Unrequited Crush, POV Canon Character, POV Male Character, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited

Words: 1,137

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It’s nothing personal. Not in a negative sense, in a literal sense. It’s nothing personal and it would never get there. Then again, must Hokuto tell anyone this? No, this was a well known fact. He knew, she knew, everyone knew. And yet the translator always seemed so distant, more than any other staff member. It was none of Hokuto’s business of course yet he would lie if he said that he knew anything about her, outside of her name and that she would be staying for a whole year. Anja–Sophia Wolff, or just Anja. Otherwise that name would be a mouthful. And besides, she had almost insisted. Then again, there is nothing more to know and he didn’t really have the time to figure things out to begin with. He was as busy as he was, which is of course not a bad thing. He just didn’t want to add something else to the plate nor did he see any need to. She seemed to prefer it that way and thus she was only consulted when absolutely necessary. It concerned overseas affairs usually, either her asking for clarification about something when it concerned interviews for example, or him asking her about something concerning work when it was necessary. Honestly, he would lie if he said that he knew of the translator’s duties yet she seemed as busy as she usually was, so he never intended to bother her for long or answer her questions with the utmost precision. He could keep a straight face and then again… It’s not so hard around a stranger, or a mere colleague at most. Or at least it shouldn’t be.

Honestly, the first month or so Hokuto would have either not noticed or it was not enough to point out. After all, Anja had proven to be rather diligent of a worker. Most who had more to do with her in the working environment said nothing but that she was focused, perhaps a little too much. He couldn’t confirm it but the stacks of printed and written on papers had to come from somewhere. And he had no experiences which confirmed it. She was straight to the point despite her body having been a little stiff sometimes. Not to mention her stuttering and her messing up words and grammar when speaking yet she knew how to articulate herself just fine. He at least knew what she was talking about, let’s put it that way.

But as of recently things have become… A little different, odd perhaps. Was he imagining it or was she not focusing as of late? No, really. When she was asking the young man something she sometimes forgot her own question, becoming red in embarrassment and apologizing over and over. That or she was just staring at an empty space, as if caught up in some day dream. Or in the case of right now, it was both…

Honestly, Hokuto wasn’t sure what sight he was looking at. He saw her staring, seeming lifeless at first glance and yet it was just into a random space yet again. She had asked him something regarding the context of an interview he gave recently alongside the other members of Trickstar and she required some context, mainly because she herself was not too fluent and didn’t want to misunderstand anything and deliver a messy piece of work. Thus he accepted, having a bit of time before having to head to his next appointment. And yet, just as soon as she had asked something she didn’t seem to pay attention which resulted in him breaking off mid sentence and just looking at her. Her fingers had a pencil in hand, said pencil placed on a piece of paper to note the most important information down in a way she could understand… And yet, it quickly became a mess of handwriting. It was only a matter of seconds.

It left him to stare, being anything but impressed. No, he was, just not in a good way. “Anja–San…” He began, trying not to startle her too much yet a normal tone did not work. So the next time he said her name he got a little louder. And that happened the first few times, until he saw no other way but to yell: “Anja–San!”

This made her jump in her seat, drop the pencil and look around. “W… Was!?” She even added before coming face–to–face with Hokuto, turning into another red mess and then saying: “Ah! I apologize! I deeply apologize!” She was even bowing in her seat… Or rather bobbing her head up and down over and over while her hands were clutching onto her dark colored jeans, as if her life depended on it.

The sight only made him sigh, shaking his head as a result. “You say that everytime.” He responded. Right then and there her head lifted up, the embarrassment written all over her face, visibly nervous. Did he say something out of place? If so again? Or was that just how she was? She… Never acted like this. Sure, she was always a little nervous but it became worse and worse as time went on… Or was he just taking note of it? Then again, he couldn’t and wouldn’t waste his thoughts on that.

“But nevermind that. Are you alright?” He added shortly after. “If you’re sick you should stay home and rest.”

“Sick?” She repeated first before shaking her head quickly. “Fine fine! All fine!”

“Are you sure? You look red… It’s not that warm, is it?”

“Ah– Imagining! It’s nothing!”

“You don’t have to hide a fever you know.”

“Not hiding that! Or any more stuff!” She insisted, almost becoming louder yet seeming to not be able to do so all the same. She was a mess, an utter mess… Someone he just couldn’t get behind if he was being honest. “I’m fine! Let’s go on! I’ll listen properly, promise!”

It was nothing unusual and yet Hokuto did not understand what was going on, at all. Then again, did he ever get a chance to understand? Not really, no, Anja was just behaving oddly recently. She always insisted on being fine but was she? Then again, it was no use to think about it too much. She was extremely difficult to figure out. He cannot read her signs or misread them maybe? Wait nevermind, it’s no use reading a stranger. Not like he was going to get anywhere with this.

Honestly, at the time it was very easy to shove this thought aside and that was what he did. If she said she was fine he was going to take her word for it. Not like he could do much in that regard anyway… They are technically strangers after all and it might stay that way.

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washoepine · 8 months

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Gimme 10 facts on Anja!

She’s the certified Best Girl™ of the story. Not exactly a fact, but the agreed upon opinion.

Story Facts

-Her immediate family consists of her dad, two older brothers, and a pet dog named Bailey.

-She primarily wears athletic clothes for functionality over aesthetics

-Her hair isn’t bleached/dyed, but her natural hair color is not white.

-You know that person who finds trouble but never gets into any legal trouble? Yeah, that’s Anja.

-She dropped out of college within her first year due to plot related anxiety.

-Marigold is both her favorite color and favorite flower.

-Sometimes, when she’s either very excited and/or embarrassed about something, the wolf ears and tail will pop out.

-She’s originally from Seattle, WA. Her family moved across state to Lodgepole when her mom wanted to be closer to her family after becoming I’ll.

Random Facts

-The most that has changed for her design from way back is her outfit, body type, and the fact she pulls her hair into a ponytail than leaving it loose.

-Anja is my go-to character when I’m experimenting with something art-wise or doing drawing warmups. She’s a fun character to draw.

-This is a general werewolf fact, but she’s not actually bound by moon cycles for transformations. Full moons do make is easier/faster, but it’s not necessarily a requirement. (Unless you view your lycanthropy as a curse. Then the moon is a little bit required, but Anja’s not that person haha)

#anja #joys #asks #claines

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chucklepea-hotpot · 1 year

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du hast vor ner Weile nach soften headcanons gefragt und ich weiß nicht, wie gut du Emil und die Detektive (2001) kennst, aber ich hab den gestern mit @mondfahrt geschaut und kann jetzt nicht aufhören, über Crossovers nachzudenken, egal wie random 😅

Pony Hütchen ist halt definitiv schonmal nonbinary, das ist quasi so gut wie canon. Sie benutzt sie und dey/dem Pronomen und datet später Trude Bogolowski, die nach Berlin zieht und in dem Restaurant von Ponys Vater jobbt.

Gustav Hummel my beloved und Sebastian Kreuzkamm wären eine explosive Mischung, die ich mir nicht entgehen lassen will.

Und weil ich das Ende von Emil und die Detektive unnötig heteronormativ finde (literally? Emils Vater und Pastorin Hummel interagieren den ganzen Film lang nicht, er hat sehr viel mehr Chemistry mit ihrem Bruder, aber trotzem muss er mit einem Arm um sie gelegt weglaufen? so weird!!), hab ich beschlossen, dass Pastorin Hummel und dfk Kathrin sich Ende der 80er auf einer Montagsdemo in Leipzig kennengelernt und gebondet haben. Pastorin Hummel war damals allerdings frisch verheiratet oder verlobt oder so, und Kathrin hat ihr Flirten schnell eingestellt, als sie das gemerkt hat. Jahre später treffen sie wieder zufällig aufeinander und plötzlich, chaotischerweise, funkt es zwischen den beiden (wieder).

super random nieschige headcanons, here you go! 😅🙈 (ich hoffe, du kannst mit Emil und die Detektive was anfangen, sonst ist das alles ein bisschen äh. unsinnig^^)

Oh my god!!! Fred, my love, my guy, my dude!!!

Bin gerade beim drafts sauber machen hierauf gestoßen und ich hab vollkommen vergessen, den jemals fertigzustellen. Es tut mir so leid, keine Ahnung wie das passieren konnte 😭 Das macht ich gerade sehr traurig, aber auch sehr glücklich, weil ich mir jetzt dieses wunderbare ask anschauen kann! <3

Allerdings hast du bei einer Sache sehr großes Glück gehabt: denn ich kenne nicht nur Emil und die Detektive (2001), das war sogar einer meiner, wenn nicht sogar mein, Lieblingsfilm als Kind, also bin ich quasi Expertin 🤩

six year old me fühlt sich im übrigen von deiner anmerkung zu pastorin hummel und herr tischbein sehr sehr gesehen, denn das hat mich als kind schon so sehr verwirrt. like for real, die kennen sich so… einen halben tag?? woher kommt das? ich hab komplett vergessen, wie viel chemistry zwischen dem vater und emils lehrer ist, aber schon allein die tatsache, dass der lehrer auch einfach beschließt, emil solange unter seine fittiche zu nehmen (auch wenn das heißt, ihn einfach mal zu seiner schwester nach berlin alleine zu schicken), spricht ja doch schon irgendwie dafür, dass sich der lehrer und emils vater nahe stehen… who really knows 👀 ich bin ja bekanntlich offen für ideen.

aber ich mag die idee von pastorin hummel zusammen mit kathrin unglaublich sehr, vielleicht kennt johann ja den bruder aus dem studium und/oder hat ihn mal gedatet oder so und daher kennen sich die beiden um ein paar ecken. oder kathrin und sie haben auch zusammen studiert, zwischen beiden ist immer irgendwie etwas, aber so ganz gehen sie nie daraufein und dann ist pastorin hummel verlobt und zieht nach berlin. und ohnehin pastorin hummel war immer ein bisschen lost, weil sie auch ein bisschen verwirrt von kathrins und johanns beziehung war und dann reden die zwei miteinander darüber, wenn sie sich jahre später nochmal treffen. okay, irgendwie würde ja jetzt auch nichts dagegen sprechen es mal überhaupt miteinander zu versuchen.

aber wirklich sapphic anja kling, i didnt know i need it that much, danke dass du dieses konzept ins leben gerufen hast <333

sebastian kreuzkamm und gustav hummel kennen sich bestimmt von irgendeinem schulischem förderprogramm (oder durch die kirche lmao) und haben sich erstmal gegenseitig angebitcht, um dann später festzustellen, dass sie eigentlich sehr gut miteinander klarkommen

und das beste habe ich mit zum schluss aufgehoben, weil JA, JA, JA UND NOCHMALS JA dey/dem Pony Hütchen ist so gut, we love to see it 🫶 lieb die idee von dem crossover, trude bringt pony dann auch mal mit, um dem hühner und pygmäen vorzustellen und ich glaube torte und pony wären auch eine absolut wilde kombi.

danke danke, dass du mir diese ask geschickt hast, auch wenn es echt eine halbe ewigkeit her ist, es hat sehr tolle erinnerungen an diesen film zurückgebracht und ich muss ihn mir definitiv nochmal anschauen und dir dann noch mehr dazu erzählen :DD

#ich werde staubsauger vertreter!!!#musste gerade wieder an diese iconic stelle denken #der humor in diesem film ist so großartig #silly goofy just how i like it #emil und die detektive #ich liebe den namen emil btw #maybe i should start call myself like that…#ask

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Random outfits for my lil cat lady Anja, because why not! v3v

#Anja #cat #neko #catgirl #outfits #zerna #characterdesign

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☀️summer ask game☀️ post 9 pictures from your camera roll of your summer so far and then forward this ask to whomever you want🍉🍒🌻⛱️🧴👙♡

Hey Anja!👋

I like giggled a lot when you sent this cause 1. It’s not summer here and 2. I never take pictures of anything

So Idrk what to do uh

However, I can’t give you 9 random pics that I think about all the time! So here you go😌

#anja🖤

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Two Man Team - Chapter 2

Summary: This is the story of two struggling friends who after many trials and tribulations find their way back to each other and build the life they've always dreamed of.

Or how Phil changed his life by talking to random strangers on the internet.

Rating: E

Author's Note: Written for the OSPBB 2023 @oldschoolpbb. Thank you @effingmeteors for being my life saviour and beta as usual and to my artist Lin @anironsidh.

Edits and the art will be added at some point, we are busy bees.

POSTING EVERY DAY UNTIL IT'S COMPLETED.

Total Word Count: 75k ish

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CHAPTER 2: Maneater

December 2005

The weeks leading up to Christmas were chaotic yet blissful. Phil managed to nearly avoid everyone in his life back home in favour of spending time with his new buddies, going from party to party, getting wasted and overall exploring his new freedom. His enjoyment came to a screeching halt the night he was packing his bags to go home listening to Muse on blast with Sarah. An MSN buzz nearly made his laptop speakers explode.

Anja popped in his messages.

GoThic chiK (Anja): Phil are yuo ok? Why aren’t you answering your fucking phone mate?

Phil Strikr: Ya just packing ma bagg. Sup}?

GoThic chiK (Anja): Richard found your dating profile and sent it to everyone.

Phil felt all his blood rushing to his ears, he couldn’t hear anything at all, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe.

“Phil? Phil! Phil! What happened?” Sarah said, shaking him by his flannel.

He turned to look at her, his vision blurring as his eyes welled up in tears. He tried to speak but no words came out, so he pointed at the screen. Sarah grabbed his laptop and gasped, cursing under her breath, her fingers flying over the keyboard.

Phil threw himself back on the bed and hid under the covers as he let out a choked sob. Why would anyone do that, least of all his friend? He had been outed to his friend group, his secret was probably already spreading around the tiny town that had watched him grow. He wanted to know what they thought of him, his ‘friends,’ but he wasn’t ready for them to hate him, to yell at him for lying and pretending to be someone he wasn’t.

He didn’t want to go home. Oh, God! What if his mother had heard? His father too!

His phone started ringing and he covered his ears, crying just a little louder now.

Sarah pried the covers off him slowly and moved one of his hands, placing the phone to his ear. “It’s Anja, talk to her.”

A little whine escaped his throat but he didn’t speak.

Anja sounded like she was crying as well. “Phil, listen… Everything will be ok. I am here with you,” she sniffled. “We will talk to them and fix this. Richard had no right to do that, but we will fix it.”

“How?” he finally asked, his voice still shaking. Sarah was rubbing his back in circles, trying to comfort him.

“Make a group chat and add everyone in,” Anja said. “Let’s stop the gossip in its tracks.”

“I’m scared,” he admitted. Sarah frowned and laid at his side, pushing his hair out of his face with a worried expression.

“Everything will be alright, I promise,” said Anja.

At that moment Phil believed her. He took a deep breath and sat up. He got his laptop and made the group chat with Anja still on the phone for reassurance. “Ok, I have to hang up so I can type with both hands.”

“Alright,” Anja said. “Take a deep breath, I am here with you, ok?”

“Thank you… for everything,” Phil sniffled.

“Always. Love you,” she said and hung up.

He looked up at Sarah, who was smiling at him encouragingly. “You can do it,” she said. “If they are rude, tell them to fuck off. You have friends here.”

Phil gave her a watery smile and looked at his screen but before Phil could even type his first message, the window buzzed, startling him, his fingers pausing over the keyboard as he read his friends’ messages.

Big Dick (Richard): hey what the fuck is up with that dating profile shit? Xd shit’s embarrassing.

Icy Ian: I would like to know to o but i don’t think its embarrassing.

Phil Strikr: jesus shut the fukc up! He sent a buzz for good measure.

Phil Strikr: i will say this once: i am gay and i am not ashamed of who i am. If you want to judge me or laugh at me for it you can fuck off already. This isn’t a scandalous fucking litlte secret or smt to gossip aboit and i’m disappointed and hurt that you thought about it like that and laughed at me behind my back. If you can’t accept me as i am you can all fuck off from my life. Say one more shit about me like that and youre done.

Big Dick (Richard): wait phil

Big Dick (Richard): shit man… i didnt mean it like that. U know were friends and stuff. Always have been. Was just teasing man

Keith U.u: you know i am here for you man. You are one of my best mates and no amount of dick will change that.

Phil Strikr: that’s not funny.

Keith U.u: sorry just wanted to make the situation lighter.

Phil Strikr: who outed me?

The chat went completely still for a full minute or so.

Phil Strikr: i wanna kno who spread this instead of talkin to me.

Still nothing.

GoThic chiK (Anja): It was Richard and Noah.

Noah’s evil arch: sorry man, please dont cut me out.

Phil Strikr: haven’t you noticed that i missed out on a lot of things you did? I just wanted to meet someone and have the same experiences you had, go on dates, have a boyfriend, i don’t want to be fucking lonely anymor.

Noah’s evil arch: i never knew you felt like that. Srry! That sucls. I hope yu find a nice boyfriend soon.

Big Dick (Richard): ye, if you do you have to bring him over so that we know he’s not an ass.

Keith U.u: nobody can be more of an ass than you Richard.

Big Dick (Richard): shut up. Phil I want you to know that i’m sorry. i support you and i would never want to stop being friends with you over something so stupid. I should have thought about how this would affect you instead of running my mouth but i guess we all know i’m not that bright. Feel pretty pathetic rn.

Phil let out a sigh of relief and smiled a little, feeling relief at finally being taken seriously, but it was not over yet.

Phil Strikr: you are and it’s not stupid to me.

Big Dick (Richard): you know i don’t say this too often but i love you man. I will never do something like that again. I will be your friend for as long as you want me to and you can count on me. I’m serious,.

Phil Strikr: I appreciate the apology.

GoThic chiK (Anja): while were at it i’m a lesbian.

Phil Strikr: what? Is that why you always felt different to other girls?

Phil’s fingers froze, unable to type. Everything made so much sense now. He had been so blind.

Icy Ian: knew it!

GoThic chiK (Anja): probably because i knew you didn’t want in my pants and i didn’t want in yours xd. Shut up ian you didn’t know shit.

Big Dick (Richard): it makes sense that you wouldn’t date me then.

GoThic chiK (Anja): name one woman who would date you richard.

Icy Ian: I didn’t know about Phl but I knew you were too cool for boys.

GoThic chiK (Anja): that’s one way to put it.

Icy Ian: hey An you got a gf atm? Bring her around.

GoThic chiK (Anja): you don’t need to concern yourself with that knowledge IAn.

Icy Ian: Bring her around next time.

Phil Strikr: ye An! You have to bring her sometime.

GoThic chiK (Anja): it’s complicated, she’s from MAnchester.

Phil Strikr: You guys can crash at mine’s. My mum won’t suspect a thing.

GoThic chiK (Anja): really? Ok maybe i will invite her then.

Phil Strikr: you can always count on me.

Noah’s evil arch: Phil you can crash with me if you have your bf over. Do your parents know?

Phil Strikr: not yet.

Keith U.u: you don’t have to tell them yet if you don’t want.

Phil Strikr: thanks guys.

Big Dick (Richard): let’s get together this weekend ye? Let’s do something special.

Keith U.u: alright but if you cook for us again i’m out.

Icy Ian: agreed.

Big Dick (Richard): hate yu guys.

Big Dick (Richard): fine we can order pizza.

The conversation fizzled out after a few hours but Phil lay on his bed smiling about it, with Sarah at his side, going over everything that had happened. It hadn’t gone like he would have wanted to, but his friends knew and had accepted him - and Anja was just like him. He giggled and threw an arm over his eyes. He had been so blind at all the clues Anja had tried to give him. She had always known he was a safe space for her and tried to let him know she knew without forcing him to come out, but Phil had been too deaf, blind and overall stupid to notice.

Thankfully, Sarah had stuck at his side through the entire ordeal and even slept over that night.

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The train ride home was nerve wracking. Phil knew his friends wouldn’t tell anyone else after their last conversation, but the thought of seeing them in person was driving him a bit barmy.

For a moment, he was scared that his family would somehow figure it out as well, but everything felt the same back home. Actually, his fear settled into disbelief when Martyn asked him if he had a new girlfriend or something. They were actually clueless, weren’t they? Not everything was as uncomfortable as that conversation though. Cornelia, Martyn’s new girl, was there to be the centre of attention and save Phil from his misery. She was really nice too, so he quickly learned to like her.

December 24th 2005

The first reunion with his friends was not nearly as awkward as he had thought. They were thankfully all back, but they had not invited some acquaintances outside the group. Anja and her girlfriend were the only girls and Phil was thankful that the guys had way more questions to ask them rather than focusing on him.

Richard even took a moment to apologise to Phil out in the balcony and pulled him into a hug, bowing to never out anyone again or gossip about people’s sexuality. He also took it upon himself to make sure that Phil felt comfortable at his house, bringing him drinks, offering water to him and even chastising Noah but asking Phil if he had ever liked any of them.

Phil didn’t take that personally, it was a stupid joke and he didn’t even have to answer because the disgusted face he apparently made was so funny that the entire group burst into laughter. Still, Richard had punched Noah in the stomach that was only half play fight and that had cut any sort of weird joke in its tracks for the rest of the night.

Just after midnight, the gang decided to have a small toast to celebrate that it was already Christmas. Shortly after, Phil made eye contact with Anja and she nodded back, putting her arm around her girlfriend and whispering something in her ear. It took a few minutes to say their tipsy goodbyes, promising to stay in touch as long as they were back home and to program another get together, but soon they were on their way to Phil’s.

The good thing about being mildly drunk is that walking in the middle of the night in the dead of winter never seems to be that big of a deal because, by the time you make it to your destination, you’ve already forgotten the trip.

Once back home, Phil led the girls to his bedroom and grabbed a comforter to set camp out in the lounge. Just as he said good night to them and turned off the light, he caught a glimpse of them sharing a soft kiss in the moonlight and smiled. He was happy for them and he couldn’t wait to experience his real relationship too, with cuddles and soft kisses in the dark.

He made his way to the lounge and plugged his phone to charge overnight, laying close enough to the side table so that he could go through his texts. He opened the conversation with Dan first. “Hey, sorry, I was out with friends but I’m back home now.”

“It’s fine. Had fun? Any hot chicks?”

“Lol. Yeah, plenty. I have two in my bed right now. ;)”

“No way. you’re lying. how did you get 2?”

“They are my friends. What did you think? xD I’m sleeping in the lounge.”

“Lame.”

Phil giggled. “What were you up to today?”

“Just out with someone.”

“Mysterious… anyone special?”

Dan started typing a reply, stopped and continued several times until he finally hit send. “mmmaybe x.X”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Something like that.”

Phil smiled. It seemed like Dan had found someone to keep him company, his first girlfriend. Maybe that would help with his self-esteem. “Aww, that’s cute. Hope you have fun with her, just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and if things go too far use protection.”

“Omg, shut up. Don’t say that. xD”

“Hey, Dan. It’s Christmas already. Hope you have a nice holiday.”

“You too, I don’t think I will with my dad around but thanks anyway.”

“Maybe you could do something with your gf as well.”

“Yeah, maybe. Goodnight Phil.”

“Good night, Dan.”

Phil set his phone on the table and covered himself up completely to keep any sort of light from disturbing his sleep. Hopefully he could make it to breakfast in one go.

December 25th 2005

His mother woke him up with a frown, letting him know that he should get Anja and Tara up for breakfast and make sure that they make it home safely as well. The message was clear: feed them and take them home, no loitering, no messing with her christmas prep.

Phil sat quietly sipping his coffee while the girls chatted with his mum about what she would be cooking. He tried his best not to spit out his coffee at the thought of eating anything cooked by his mum. As a child he had no choice, but luckily he now had the option of sticking to whatever his grandma and auntie brought around.

Tara gave him a questioning look. “What’s your favourite Christmas meal?”

“Yorkshire puddings. My auntie makes really good ones,” he answered quickly before shoving 3 cookies into his mouth and staring intently into his mug to avoid his mum’s gaze.

Anja snickered, knowing well that his mum was a disaster in the kitchen. “We better get going. Thank you for having us, Kath.”

“Oh, it’s always a pleasure, honey,” his mum said, pulling Anja into a hug. “You can stop by at any time. And you too, Tara.”

“Thank you, Mrs. L,” said Tara.

Phil helped the girls check they weren’t leaving anything behind in his room before they put on their coats and made their way out the door and into the biting cold. As they walked, he saw Tara kept throwing glances at Anja and blushing, her hand rubbing against her girlfriend’s shily. “You can hold hands if you want,” he said.

“I - What if anyone sees us?” Tara asked, looking a bit scared at the thought.

He laced his fingers with Anja’s and raised his eyebrows at them. “Now you. We can all hold hands. What will people assume then?”

Anja giggled. “Maybe they will assume we are all together.”

“That’s fine by me,” Phil said.

“Alright,” Tara said, beaming and joined in the three way hand holding, swinging their hands the way little kids do when walking along with their friends. He was a little proud to be able to put a smile on Tara and Anja’s face just by being supportive. He gave them both a hug and left them at the bus stop.

It wasn’t until Phil got back home that he saw a present under the tree that hadn’t been there the night before. It had his name on it. He sat down on the sofa and opened it carefully. Inside the package was a little note in Anja’s handwriting saying that this was Richard’s idea. Phil smiled and opened the scrapbook. Each page had a picture of their friend group and a little story, starting from 1998, when they were 11. There were screen grabs from some of their home movies, a Polaroid of their only camping attempt in Phil’s backyard which ended when they were caught in the storm, and so many days just hanging out and playing video games.

There were messages from everyone scattered all across the pages as well and a single closing note from Richard with everyone’s signature under it. “Thank you for being an amazing friend. Don’t forget you’re stuck with us forever.”

Phil smiled and held the scrapbook to his chest. Despite what had happened, he felt happy to still call them his friends.

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The holidays were mostly uneventful except for the fact that it was the first time Phil was treated a bit more like an adult. Now that he had officially moved away, his parents were a little more lenient, so Phil had spent most of his time hanging out with his friends and getting smashed. After the New Year’s toast, in which he was the only one without someone to kiss, his parents had excused themselves and left him with Martyn and Cornelia. The three had played just another game of Scrabble before the love birds decided to abandon him as well.

Phil briefly considered going to bed as well, but he felt a bit on edge, too restless to sleep.

He made himself one more drink and went up to his room, taking a seat by his bedroom window and looking out into the night. He took a sip of his gin and tonic and sighed, wondering what the future had in store for him. His phone vibrated and he smiled when he saw it was Dan wishing him a happy new year. He was about to reply but decided that it was a great time for a call. It only rang twice before his friend picked up.

“Hey, what are you doing still up?” Phil asked.

“Just came home, I brought Malibu and a blanket and sat on the roof to watch the stars. Are you drunk?”

“Nop,” Phil said, making the ‘p’ pop. “Ok, maybe a little.”

Dan giggled. “That’s what I thought. How was your night?”

“Lonely. Didn’t have anyone to kiss around here. How about you? Did you kiss anyone at midnight?” Phil took another sip from his drink.

“That sucks.” Dan said. “...Yeah,” he added, breathlessly.

“Ooh, who was it? How was it?” Phil asked, drinking some more. Then he remembered their last conversation. “Was it your girlfriend?”

“Yeah…” Dan mumbled.

“Aw, that’s cute, congrats! I haven’t met anyone in York yet.” Phil downed the rest of his drink and set the glass on the window seal. “I feel old and like I’m the spinster of this family.”

Dan laughed. “You’re not old, you’ll find someone.”

“Do you really think that?” Phil asked as he walked over to his bed and let himself fall onto it face first. He didn’t even know why he cared so much, but he did.

“Yeah, I really do. You’re great.”

He smiled, turning his face to the side, feeling the alcohol buzz inside his skull. “I’ve been told I’m amazing, actually.”

“Yeah, you are,” Dan snorted. “Amazing Phil. You’ll find someone soon, just put yourself out there.”

Phil nodded. “Alright, I’ll do that. Thanks.”

“No problem. Happy New Year.”

“Mmm…Happy New Year, Dan,” Phil whispered and let his eyes fall shut with Dan still on the other side of the call.

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January 2006

Seeing Anja and Tara so happy together had really cemented Phil’s resolution in finding a boyfriend as soon as possible. The first opportunity presented itself on the last weekend of January, just a day shy of his 19th birthday, when he saw a familiar face in the crowd at the pub.

Phil downed his daiquiri, adjusted his fringe and made his way towards the blonde guy he had made out with that one time. He briefly wondered if the guy would remember him or not but his doubts disappeared when he looked into Phil’s eyes and smirked.

“Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here…” he hesitated.

“Phil,” he said in a slightly high pitched voice. Phil cleared his throat and tried again. “Phil,” he repeated.

“Mark,” he said, pulling Phil closer by the belt loop in his jeans. “I’m sorry that I never texted. You seemed much less inclined to… be up for a date.”

Phil smiled and placed his arms on Mark’s shoulders. “Yeah, I was a bit shy back then.”

“And you’re not anymore?”

“A bit, but I came out to my roommates and I don’t feel as terrified to be seen around.”

Mark’s smirk widened. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said, already leaning in for a kiss.

Phil smiled and angled his face just so, feeling a rush of excitement as their lips touched for the first time. It was the taste of the sugary drink in Mark’s lips, the heat coming from the people dancing around them and the way his entire body tingled when he found himself pressed into a wall. He let out a surprised whine when he felt Mark’s hard cock pressing against his hip and heard him ask if they could go into a stall.

Phil wanted to, he really did, but he didn’t want his first real experience to be like that. “Can we go somewhere else instead?” he panted.

Mark looked into his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, do you want to come back to my flat?” He smiled and pecked Phil’s lips.

A million thoughts crossed Phil’s mind. Was he willing to let his friends know what he was up to or would it be worse to do the walk of shame in the morning? “Do you have roommates?”

“Just one, but he went home for the weekend. It would just be us.”

“Perfect,” Phil said. “Lead the way then.”

“Alright,” said Mark, giving him just one more kiss before leading him by the hand.

He spotted Sarah dancing with her friends close to the door and waved at her. She raised one eyebrow at him and shook his hand, winking at him but not uttering a single word. Phil smiled at her, and slid the small square packet she had sneakily handed him into his pocket.

The cold January air hit Phil like a brick wall as soon as they left the pub, but they were thankfully able to catch a taxi fairly quickly. The ride itself was a bit of a flash in his mind, partially because of how tipsy he was and also the fact that Mark was pressing the heel of his hand on his crotch through his jeans, slowly edging him towards madness.

By the time they got to their destination Phil was trying his best not to pant or whine but he was barely holding it in. Having to actually open the door and walk up the stairs was a sobering moment though - nerve wracking even, most of his boldness gone despite still feeling aroused.

Mark saw his hesitation and offered his hand to him. “Come in, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Phil smiled and nodded. That was all the reassurance he needed. He let Mark guide him to the bedroom, where he turned on the light and gently pressed him against the door.

“May I kiss you again?” Mark asked, his voice low, his lips nearly on Phil’s already.

Phil nodded and smiled, happily surprised at the change of pace. The soft kiss Mark placed on his lips liquified his insides even more than the heavy make out from the bar. This time, he let out a loud moan without even meaning to, blushing at how desperate he sounded. He let Mark guide him, resting his arms on the blonde’s shoulders and playing with his surprisingly soft hair.

When Mark finally broke the kiss, Phil chased his lips, causing him to laugh and give him a quick peck. “This is your first time, right?”

“I -” Phil’s eyes widened.

“It’s alright,” Mark whispered. “I just want to know, to be extra careful and to make it special for you.”

Phil blinked repeatedly. “T-thank you.”

He shook his head, with a small smile. “So what do you want to do?”

“I- I don’t know,” Phil mumbled.

“You can tell me,” Mark reassured him.

“No, I know,” Phil admitted, a little frustrated with himself. “I just - I don’t know.”

“Do you want me to suggest something then?”

“Please,” Phil said.

“May I?” Mark asked, running his fingers over Phil’s zipper.

Phil paused for a second but realised that he actually trusted Mark and liked how things were going so far, so he pecked Mark’s lips and breathed out a quiet “Yeah.”

Before Phil could even comprehend what was happening, Mark was on his knees, unzipping his jeans and wrapping one hand around his cock, his hot breath ghosting over it. “Fuck, I knew you would be massive,” Mark said. “I need to blow you, is that ok?”

Phil nodded so fast he got a little dizzy.

“Wait, let’s get to bed first,” Mark said, standing up already.

Phil shuffled awkwardly with his jeans down to his knees and lay down on the bed, watching as Mark removed his jeans and underwear before realising he should be doing the same and following suit.

“You’re gorgeous,” Mark mumbled as he crawled onto the bed and hovered over him, kissing him a bit deeper this time, using just a hint of tongue, making Phil feel like every single muscle in his body was on fire. Before long, Phil was panting and getting a bit too close to the edge which Mark must have noticed. “Shhhh, only a little longer,” he whispered, biting his neck gently and moving down his body, dropping kisses along the way. It made Phil a bit proud to see the hunger in Mark’s eyes when he looked at his cock, but his thoughts couldn’t linger for long once Mark pressed his tongue flat against his shaft and dragged it from root to tip slowly yet firmly. When he finally wrapped one hand around it and tongued his cockhead, all Phil could do was bury his fingers in the blonde’s hair and let out a hiss.

It was glorious. It was the best thing that had ever happened to anyone in the history of the world, Phil was sure of it. All his life had been leading to that moment, to Mark wrapping his lips around him and bobbing his head, sucking him off like there was no tomorrow. He could only imagine how pathetic he sounded but he couldn’t be too sure, his ears had stopped working at some point, his eyes though, they had caught the exact moment Mark had swallowed his cum.

Fuck, Phil wanted to do it again and again. Even though he had never done that before, he knew then that he had found his calling. He had been born for sex.

Mark fell at his side, fisting his cock furiously for a second before Phil turned to him, pulling him into a kiss and swatting his hand away to replace it with his own. It was exhilarating to hear Mark panting and almost whining into the kiss with every stroke until he came all over their stomachs, his body shaking with the force or his orgasm.

They cuddled for a bit in silence, sharing soft kisses and smiling like crazy. Phil hadn’t known what to expect but the night had already exceeded his expectations. Then, Mark noticed that Phil was getting hard again.

“Hey, Phil. How much did you want to do tonight?”

“I don’t know. Why? What do you want?”

“You can say no, of course, but…”

Phil’s stomach was twisting into knots with anticipation. “What?”

“I want to ride you.”

Phil’s mouth fell open.

“Don’t be so shocked!” Mark giggled.

“I thought you were a top,” Phil said before slapping his hand on his lips. “I mean-”

“It’s fine. I am vers. I mostly top but I just need you inside me, you look so good!” Mark said. “If you want to, of course!” he rushed to add.

“I want to,” Phil said and kissed him, letting his hands wander all over Mark until he got too close to his ass.

“Uh- uh. You stay right here, I’ll be back in a few,” Mark said.

Phil nodded and let him go, following his retreating form with his eyes. Mark had a nice ass, actually.

By the time he made it back, Phil was mostly soft and almost falling asleep but Mark straddled him without hesitation.

Phil blinked, smiling as he rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes. “Hey,” he whispered.

Mark leaned down and kissed him, licking and biting at his lips. “Missed me?” he asked, grinding on him just right, making his blood start to rush south once again.

“I was falling asleep, actually,” Phil admitted with a wink.

“Tsk tsk, we can’t have that,” Mark said and opened his bedside drawer to pull a lube bottle.

“I have a condom. It’s in my jeans.”

“Smart boy. Don’t worry, I have some too. You keep that one for next time.”

Phil smiled. His mind hadn’t thought that far ahead, but he liked the sound of that. “Ok!”

“Now, pay attention,” Mark said. “You put lube on your dick, just a bit, and you press the tip of the condom like so, that’s very important! and roll it down. If it rolls back up, you put it the wrong way around. And try not to do that, it hurts.” Mark rolled the condom carefully onto Phil’s cock. “Now you put more lube on the outside and that’s it.”

“Why do you have to press on the tip?”

“So it doesn’t have air inside and the cum has a place to go to. It could break otherwise.”

“Don’t you need lube as well?”

“Of course, but I took care of that already.”

“In the bathroom?” Phil asked.

Mark nodded.

“Aw, but I wanted to do it.”

Mark raised an eyebrow at him. “You wanted to finger me?”

“Yeah,” Phil said, feeling the blush creeping into his cheeks but still smiling.

“Alright, suit yourself for a bit.” Mark lay shifted until he was only partially on top of Phil, throwing one leg over his hip and kissed him as he guided Phil’s hand to his back.

Phil took the initiative this time, pressing their lips together, trying to lead just like Mark had done before, using his tongue gently at first, angling his face to deepen the kiss as his fingers slowly caressed Mark’s hole, feeling the lube seep out of him already, feeling him shiver as he pressed in very lightly.

He remembered how much lube Mark had used on him and swatted around the bed for a bit until he found the bottle, popping the cap open and adding some to his fingers just in case. Mark hissed when Phil finally pressed a single finger inside, which worried him, making him freeze.

“Did I-?”

Mark shook his head. “Cold. You are supposed to rub it between your fingers to warm it up first. It’s ok.”

“Sorry,” Phil said.

Mark buried his fingers into Phil’s hair and pulled him into a heated kiss, starting to move his hips, rubbing his cock against Phil’s hip bone.

Encouraged by this, Phil moved his finger inside and out and found no resistance so he added another and another soon after. The room was smouldering, Phil couldn’t hear anything other than their laboured breaths as they moved together, aided by the thin layer of sweat covering them.

Then, everything came to a stop. “Wait,” said Mark, trying to catch his breath. Phil stilled immediately. “I don’t want to come like this, remember?”

“Ok,” Phil said and pulled his fingers out ever so gently.

Mark smiled at him and straddled him. He took a few deep breaths before grabbing Phil’s cock and sliding down on it, the smile on his lips widening as he went down, a small sigh escaping his lips when he bottomed out.

Would it be too early to say that Phil was in love?

Every muscle in his body was tensing in an effort to avoid coming on the spot. The pause Mark took was a godsend to help him relax a bit until they were ready to begin.

Mark pressed his hands on Phil’s chest a bit, his brow burrowed into a frown as he pulled himself up and down, gently rolling his hips and doing it all over again a few times until he found it. He moaned and spread his knees further apart, lifting his hips and dropping onto Phil’s cock as hard as he could trying to find the same angle. All Phil could do was hold onto Mark’s waist and help him sink even deeper, faster, harder, as moans fell from their lips.

Maybe they weren’t even moaning anymore, maybe they were screaming, he honestly couldn’t tell, but when Mark begged him to help him come, Phil didn’t hesitate. He held Mark firmly in place as he fisted his cock in a blur, making him twitch and come all over him. The pressure around him and the sight before his eyes were all Phil needed to join him two thrusts later.

Mark smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Stay,” he whispered before rolling to the side, laying his head on Phil’s chest and promptly falling asleep before Phil could even answer.

“Ok,” Phil mumbled with a smile.

---

Phil woke up to the smell of toast and coffee, slowly opening his eyes and frowning at the amount of light coming through his window until… until he realised that it was not his window, nor his bedroom. He sat up so fast his blood pressure dropped immediately. Where was he? What…? He pressed his hand to his forehead and tried to think about the previous night. He had gone to the pub with his friends and then… Mark. Phil looked down, lifting the sheet he didn’t remember pulling over himself and saw that he was still naked. Right.

He took a moment to assess how he felt about everything that had transpired between them and found that he had no regrets. They’d had their fun and he remembered Mark even hinting at a future date. He liked the sound of that.

“Aw, you’re awake! I wanted to surprise you with breakfast!” Mark said from the bedroom door. He was wearing a white apron with pink love hearts… in fact it looked like he was only wearing the apron.

“Would it make you happy if I said that I’m still surprised?”

“Yes, immensely,” Mark smiled.

Phil couldn’t help but smile back. “Well, I am.”

“Scooch over so that we can have breakfast in bed - and drink the water I left for you,” Mark said, pointing at the glass on the nightstand. “How is your stomach feeling?”

“Hmm,” Phil made space for Mark, sitting back against the headboard and considered it his reply as he drank water slowly. “It’s fine, I think.”

“Alright, you should eat slowly. Start with the toast just in case,” Mark said as he climbed into bed, and sat sideways, resting his back against the wall.

Phil set the glass back on the nightstand, coming to sit at Mark’s side and resting his back against the wall as well, and grabbed a piece of toast. It was perfect, just the perfect golden colour and texture. Maybe it was his empty stomach talking, but he thought it was the best toast he’d ever had. “Hmm, thank you. This is amazing.”

“It’s just toast,” Mark smirked.

“Still, you didn’t have to do this,” Phil said, nudging Mark’s side.

“I wanted to,” Mark said, biting into his own toast.

Phil cocked his head and smiled. Mark was just so… beautiful - and sexy. Maybe he shouldn’t be asking yet, but they had crossed some boundaries, it was only fair to clear the air. “Did you really mean it when you said there would be a next time?”

“I did - but I want to be very honest with you.”

Phil’s face fell. “Oh-”

“No, don’t look so crushed yet. Hear me out, please,” Mark said. “I just came out of a long relationship and it was pretty bad, I don’t think I want anything serious at the moment. I’m not sure I will want it in the future either, but I like you and I would love to see you again, no strings attached.”

“So… just for sex,” Phil mumbled. Part of him wanted to say yes but he also wanted a boyfriend.

“No, not just sex. You know, like last night, we had sex, yes, but you stayed, we had fun and I made you breakfast. I would also like to hang out if you wanted to. Like friends with benefits.”

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” Phil pleaded.

“I do. I can take you on dates, we can chat, we can have our fun, just - no labels. And you could see other people, of course. Just be careful with STDs.”

“I don’t know,” Phil said, leaving his toast on the plate. “I don’t know if I can keep my feelings in check.”

“You can think about it and text me if you’re interested.” Mark grabbed his phone from under the pillow and typed something before putting it back. “And it wouldn’t be a no feelings situation, just no falling in love.”

Phil took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Alright. I should get going,” he said, getting up and picking his clothes from the floor.

“You don’t have to leave yet,” Mark said, sounding small. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood.”

Phil pulled his jeans on and turned to him shaking his head. “It’s not you. You did nothing wrong, I just - wanted a boyfriend, someone who cares about me.”

“I see,” Mark said, pulling his knees to his chest. “I hope that you find what you’re looking for. You seem like a nice guy.”

“Thanks. You too, Mark,” Phil said, attempting a smile.

“Maybe I’ll see you around?” He sounded hopeful.

“Yeah, maybe,” Phil said, pulling on his T-shirt and walking out of the room and the flat as fast as he could without running. When he tried to open the building door, he found that it was locked and cursed himself until he heard it buzz. Mark must have realised that he needed to be let out.

Phil’s head was pounding and he didn’t know if it was due to the alcohol or what Mark said. He made it two blocks before realising he didn’t exactly know where he was or where he was going. He pulled his phone out to text Sarah but found that he had messages already.

“Hey, it’s mark, save my number :)” He must have sent that while they were talking.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Your nearest tube stop is 3 blocks to the left.”

“Please let me know when you made it home safe even if you don’t want to talk anymore.”

Right, Phil smiled, he just needed to keep going. It was sweet of Mark to care about him even after he left like that. By the time Phil made it back to the dorm and got into bed he was already doubting himself. Would it be so bad to have someone he trusted to have sex and hang out? Mark seemed like a good person. He hadn’t tried to string him along with lies and he had been caring too.

“Hey, made it home safe. Thanks”

“Glad to hear that. Don’t forget to eat something.”

“K dad. Hey Mark?”

“Yeah son?”

“I think I would like to be friends with benefits.”

“I would like that, but I don’t want to pressure you into anything. Why don’t we hang out next week and see how it goes? If it happens it happens and if not we can just be friends.”

“Sounds like a plan. We could celebrate my birthday.”

“When is it?”

“Today!”

“What? We HAVE to do something. I guess you want to spend the day with your friends but this week for sure.”

Phil thought about it for a minute and decided that it was worth a shot. “Actually there’s a small party at my dorm tonight if you want to come,” he lied. Well, the guys never needed an excuse to drink.

“Sure, text me the address.”

---

Phil spent most of the day replying to texts, tweets and MySpace messages from his friends and random internet people. He even got a call from Dan that lasted like three hours. Phil was tempted to tell Dan about Mark but what would he say? He was not about to let his younger friend know that he had had sex or that he was gay for that matter. He didn’t want to hide either, but some things were better left unsaid for the time being.

When Dan asked if he could follow his other socials, Phil decided that it was a good enough way to let the information slip. It said bisexual right on his MySpace profile and even though it wasn’t the entire truth, it was enough. If Dan wanted to freak out about it, he could.

Their conversation was cut short when the doorbell rang and Phil had to go help with the shop. The guys had gone above and beyond. Well, above and beyond what they usually did, which was buying cheap alcohol and some crisps. This time they had gone for mid range bottles and also a rainbow unicorn cake.

Looking at the time with increasing nerves, he helped Sarah put everything away and took a brisk shower. There was no way he was going to let Mark see him with bad hair and he was also still kind of sweaty from the previous night, which was not ideal. He needed to at least look presentable.

Just as he was getting to the finishing touches of the look Anja had suggested over MSN, the doorbell rang again and Sarah squealed, running to the door to let Mark in while Phil put some eyeliner real quick and smudged it with his finger. For once, he liked what he saw in the mirror, his black skinny jeans and bright purple T-shirt really complimented his black hair. He sprayed some deodorant and perfume and walked out to the common area to greet his guest.

Mark turned around and flashed him a wide open smile, Phil could have almost sworn that his blue eyes were shining. “Hey, birthday boy,” Mark said.

“Hey, thanks for coming.” Phil smiled back.

“Peter, come help take everything to the coffee table,” Sarah said, adding a murmured a “and stop staring at them,” that made Phil snort.

“What? What am I taking?” Peter asked.

“Grab the snacks, I can’t trust you with the bottles. When you’re done take the glasses too.”

Peter groaned but helped anyway.

“Hey… Mark?” Callan asked from his spot on the big sofa.

Mark turned towards him.

“Come sit with us,” he said.

Jimmy smiled and patted the place between him and Callan.

“Alright, thanks,” Mark said, a bit awkwardly. And Phil had to smile at how much of an effort everyone was making for his birthday. His roommates knew there was something between him and Mark and were trying to be very cool about it, while also acting a bit like worried parents meeting their kid’s boyfriend for the first time. Mark was trying very hard to pretend he didn’t notice it and seemed genuinely amused with the entire situation.

In only a few minutes, they had all plopped around the small room, some on chairs, upside down buckets or the floor. It came to Phil’s attention that Mark fit perfectly into his friend group, even if he was a bit older and was probably over the confined spaces of uni dorms and just drinking for the sake of it. He didn’t complain for a second. In fact, he beat them all at Scrabble but his real talent was charades, especially given that everyone was a bit drunk by then.

Few things had made Phil as proud as guessing Mark’s charade. At first he was acting mysterious with his hands shaped into a gun, maybe passing ropes? Jumping? But the moment Mark put his hands up in a surrendering fashion and dropped flat to the floor stiff as a board, Phil knew exactly what it was. “Mission impossible!” he yelled and the others groaned. They had obliterated the entire group, just the two of them - together.

After cutting the cake and a few Buffy episodes, the night started to die down. Not so much for Phil, who was very aware of the casual touches Mark gave him, of the heat coming off him, of their thighs pressing tightly together and the fact that he had started giving Phil non alcoholic drinks halfway through the party.

Callan and Jimmy were the last to go to bed, letting Mark know that he could come at any time. Phil almost dived out the window when Jimmy winked at them and told them to have fun, but Mark was not fazed by it, just throwing an “I will” his way.

He turned towards Phil and pressed a soft kiss to his lips as soon as they were alone. “Do you share your room with anyone?”

“No, it’s very tiny, but it’s just me,” Phil said, now feeling a bit insecure about his room.

“We just need a bed - if that’s what you want.”

Phil stood and extended his hand towards Mark, leading him down the hall without a word. Once they were behind closed doors, Phil turned around and kissed Mark, really kissed him. Without even turning the light on, he shuffled them towards the bed, only stopping once he felt the wood pressed against the back of his thighs. Mark’s hands were all over him, pulling at his clothes, helping him undress between kisses. They giggled at the awkward and complicated task of removing their skinnys aided only by the street light coming through the blinds.

Soon, Phil found himself pressed into his mattress, without a care in the world or a thought on his mind as Mark prepped him with so much lube he thought he was going to drown and pressed into him. It was tight and deep and hot and Phil felt sexy and dirty all at the same time. He felt like a sinner, not in a shameful way, just - like this was worth going to hell for. He was in love with sex, and himself, and maybe even Mark, even if Mark didn’t want that. He would deal with it. He just needed to fuck, forever.

As lay resting his head on Mark’s chest and his eyes started to fall shut, the last thought to cross his mind was that he hoped he hadn’t been too loud or his friends would never let him live it down.

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