his voice is so pretty holy shit

anonymous asked:

Hi! This is just an idea if your interested, can you do a Phan smut where dan and Phil are best friends and had grown up together and one night ( they're both 17 or 18 or something ) phil calls dan and starts out really awkwardly initiating phone sex like " what are you wearing " and they're both kind of giggling in the beginning but then it kind of gets more serious and phil kind of just describes how he would fuck dan until they cum..? This would be rly great 👌👌

1123 words of regret


Phil smiled when his phone rang, rolling his eyes and reaching over to his bedside table to grab it. He knew who it was before he even looked.

Dan, his best friend of seven years, was calling him. He did this every night, since Phil left their home town to go to a private school about an hour drive away. Dan insisted on staying, fancy boarding school wasn’t for him, he didn’t want the stress, but it didn’t stop him from missing his best friend.

“Hi,” Phil muttered into the phone, slightly breathlessly, flopping back on his bed. He could hear Dan smile.

“Hey Phil,” he answered, and Phil could tell he was relaxing. That happened for him too; just hearing Dan’s voice helped him release the stress of the day.

“How was your day?” The other boy asked through the phone, his voice soft.

“Oh, it was alright,” Phil muttered, sighing and running his fingers through his already messy hair. “I have a lot of homework, believe me.”

“I can imagine,” Dan chuckled.

“Still going to those parties?”

“Yeah… I’ve got nothing better to do since you’re gone.”

Phil sighed.

“Christ, Dan, you can’t keep throwing your time away like this. You have potential for so much more.”

“You’ve said.”

“Because I believe it.” Phil stretched his arm above his head, spreading out on the bed to get more comfortable. “Sorry, just… I’m worried about you.”

“I know.” Dan took a deep breath, and went quiet. It was moments like these when Phil wished he was there, laying next to him, listening to him breathe. Maybe he was just being clingy.

“So…” Dan started in a lighter tone, breathing out a laugh. “What are you wearing, Lester?” He asked in mock seduction.

Phil rolled his eyes, slapping his hand over his forehead.

“We’re doing this, are we?”

“Why not?” Dan laughed. “You scared?”

Phil snorted. “Of what, your fashion judging abilities?”

“Just answer the question, dingus.”

“Hmm,” Phil hummed, looking down at himself. “Just blue boxers, at the moment. And a red button up.”

Dan tsked. “Not matching? I thought you were better than this, Phil.“ 

"Who are you, the fashion police?” He grumbled, and laughed. “Leave me alone, Dan, I can dress myself how I’d like.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“What are you wearing, then?” Phil asked in an attempt at a seductive tone.

Dan chuckled breathily. “Nothing.”

“Yeah? Pic or it didn’t happen.”

Dan giggled. “You want a picture?”

“Kinda,” Phil muttered under his breath. He had seen Dan naked before, it wasn’t a big deal, and it comforted him that they were close enough to talk like this without it being uncomfortable.

“Oh, is Phil admitting his true feelings after all these years?” Dan asked teasingly, and Phil could hear him shift on the bed.

“Shut up, Howell. Don’t push it.”

“Or… what?” Dan hummed. “You’ll… punish me?”

The tone in Dan’s voice had changed, and it shocked through Phil’s stomach like lightning.

“Quit it.”

“Why? Am I turning you on?” Phil could almost hear Dan’s dumb smirk. “I bet you’re so hard right now, just from my voice.”



“I bet you wanna fuck me right now, hm?” He asked slowly, and Phil didn’t hear the tell tale signs that he was joking in his tone anymore. He sounded serious. “I bet you’d love to pin me to your bed and make me beg right about now…” shit. Something in Phil snapped.

“Daniel.” Phil growled. “God, I forgot what a brat you are. If I was there and you were talking like this I’d already have you against the wall, screaming.”

There was silence from the other side of the moment, just breathing.

“…Well, shit,” Dan muttered, his breath hitching. “Damn, Phil.” He paused. “…If y-you were here, what would you d-do..? For real.”

Now Phil was smirking, and he found himself reaching down to adjust his boxers, as suddenly they were a bit uncomfortable.

“I think I just answered that,” Phil breathed. “I’d have you on your back in seconds, begging for me. Begging for my cock.” Phil hummed, rubbing gently at his bulge through the cloth. “You’d do that, wouldn’t you, Daniel?”

“Hell yes,” Dan breathed back. “Fuck, I’d moan so loud for you.”

That went straight to Phil’s dick, and he tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them over his hard on and sliding them down his hips. He shuddered, brushing his fingertips over his length. He heard a whimper through the phone.

“Are you touching yourself?” Phil muttered, wrapping a hand around his cock. “Touching yourself to the sound of my voice like a slut?”

He was too far now, letting out a groan as his thumb swiped over his slit.

“Y-Yes…” Dan muttered. “Fuck, Phil, keep talking…”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, being filled up by my cock… I bet you’d love to ride me, grinding down on me like such a good boy…”

Dan whined loudly, and Phil’s eyes widened. He sounded like an angel, why hadn’t they done this before? It felt wrong, jerking himself off to his best friends moans, but he honestly didn’t care.

“I bet you’re so pretty like that, baby, you sound like a bloody angel. God, I wanna fuck you so hard.” Phil was just babbling now, letting soft groans and whimpers slip from his lips, his breathing ragged.

“Jesus, P-Phil…” Dan gasped, his voice breaking and Jesus fuck he sounded so beautiful.

“I’m c-close…” Phil breathed, throwing his head back and biting down on his bottom lip to keep from letting out an embarrassing noise.

“Me too, fuck.”

Phil tried to imagine how Dan looked at this moment, his hair messy and his hips jerking up to meet his hand, his eyes glassy and fucked out. Jesus.

“God, moan for me Dan, fuckfuckfuck you’d look so gorgeous with my cum all over your pretty face…”

“Ah-!” Dan moaned loudly, turning into a whine and getting high pitched and broken at the end, and it sent Phil over the edge. He jerked one more time, groaning and coming all over his shirt.

They were quiet for a solid minute, but Phil could hear Dan’s ragged breathing, and holy shit, he probably looked so beautiful.

“That’s not weird, is it?” Dan asked finally, the laughter back to his voice. “Getting off to your friends voice?”

“Nah,” Phil answered, chuckling and running his fingers through his hair.


“I should probably… clean this up…” Dan muttered, and Phil could almost see him blushing. He grinned.

“Yeah, me too…” he paused. “Dan?”


“I miss you.” He breathed. Breathy laughter echoed from the phone.

“I miss you too.”

“Call you tomorrow?”


Hired Help (Part 2) (Deadpool x reader)

Part 1

Language, obviously, because it’s Deadpool.

“Run, run, run,” Deadpool muttered under his breath, pushing you up off of him with a loud grunt so that you rolled right into the pile of shattered glass.  “I think I just saw someone!”

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Bughead Prompt 1

Anonymous said: Hey! Could you do a Bughead fic where Betty gets hurt somehow and Jughead comforts her and fixes her up?? Thanks!

“Throw her up higher!” Cheryl screamed towards the cheerleaders as she watched from a few feet away. “She needs to go higher!”

“We can only throw a human so high, Cheryl!” Veronica hissed, as she and Ginger Lopez tossed Betty into the air.

“Maybe if she was a bit lighter you’d be able to toss her higher, hmm?” Cheryl questioned, with a triumphant smirk forming on her lips. “Maybe if you cut back on the milkshakes you’d be able to go higher, Betty! I didn’t know Jughead was into big girls.”

Veronica growled, as Betty just looked down at her shoes. “Excuse you?”

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anonymous asked:

I told my dog I loved her and then my ass burst open like a fiery god. Do you think Nursey has freckles on his arms/back?

you ain’t need to tell me all that, fam. i didn’t need 2 kno abt ya bootyhole. (under a cut bc I can’t keep anything short.)


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So, I went to see Musical Touken Ranbyu today and..Holy shit it was awesome!

Just really, loved the story, loves the cast, loved the songs. The only complaint I have would be the technical issue where I felt that the sound speakers weren’t able to handle the loudness of the music and messed up the awesomeness of the songs sometimes, which I felt was honestly a shame, because they did really well on the singing. (Also, I think the music was a little too loud sometimes, as you could barely hear the actors sing.)

Until I picked up my tickets at the theater I had no clue where I’d be seated, so I feared the worst, but… I had some really nice seat. 15th row, 18th seat. Which not too far from the stage, and right in the middle of the theater at the aisle! 

More impressions and a short summery under the cut… 
(Read at your own risk! May contain spoilers! I’ll try to keep it cryptic though.)

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Closing Time

Written for @quitbeingbanished​ as a thank you for donating to my Buy Me a Coffee fund. Posted publicly with permission.

Summary: Dean x male!reader a/b/o/. Dean comes into your bakery just before closing time. Normally, you get annoyed at late customers, but you make an exception for Dean.

Warnings: Smut, a/b/o dynamics

Word Count: 1500ish

A/N: This is my very first male!reader fic. I hope you enjoy it! XOXO

There’s only a few minutes left before you can lock the doors, and you’re counting them down. It’s been a pretty decent day, all in all, but the last hour has seen almost no customers, and you’re ready to go. With everything cleaned up and put away, you’re literally just leaning against the counter, waiting. Not the most exciting thing you could be doing with your evening.  

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In The Silence I Hear You

Resbang 2016

CLICK FOR ART BY @amberlehcar (warning: spoilers for chapter six!) 


It’s been so long since Soul could hear his own music. Even longer since he cared, after what music did to Wes and his family. But when his childhood friend Maka returns like a tempest to Death City and demands he accompany her in an upcoming competition, Soul must decide whether the pain of reclaiming his sound is worth the rush of playing with her again. A Your Lie in April AU.

Rating: T

Warnings: Depression, major character death, some gore, some suicidal ideation

This entire project would be utter garbage without my betas the #Jortsquad. @zxanthe @silly-twin-stars @makapedia @fabulousanima @sojustifiable @professor-maka @marshofsleep and @adulterclavis, thank you, thank you. From denim jackets and :leggy: to music recs and late night conversations that have actually changed my life, you guys have helped me grow as both a writer and a person, and I will be forever grateful. I cannot thank you enough for your wit, friendship, memes, and incredible ability to put up with my near-constant stream of puns. Stay gold, ponyboys.

Also, huge thanks and love to both of my artists! Holy shit did they outdo themselves. Jo’s digital art pretty much made me weep, and listening to Amber’s voice acting scene was a little like bliss. I could not have wished for better partners, and I’m so glad they both could join me on this crazy journey. Many hugs and yelly tags to each of them.


Darkness coats the inside of his eyes, slithers down his throat, runs tar-like through his veins. He can hear it catching up to him, long, crackling, inexorable footsteps beating a measured counterpoint to his frantic heart. Small hands materialize from the shadows to grope at his face and shove fingers down his throat, choking him with the taste of ash and dust.

Sprint. Jump. Duck. The world is reduced to spurts of action as his thoughts scatter like birds from a field, even as the ear-wrenching sound of squealing wires gets louder behind him. Terror propels him through rotting skeletons and over piles of dead crows, every instinct screaming that if he doesn’t move faster, he’ll meet a fate far worse than death.

He’s always too late.

Bursting from a thicket with bleeding clefs for leaves, Soul runs to the edge of a sheer cliff, small rocks skittering into the inky abyss below. The world goes quiet, the kind of sharp silence after a gunshot, and then he’s being strangled by hands with piano keys for fingers, black sludge leaking through the spaces between them.

“Why?” the voice whispers hoarsely, as it always does. “Why me, but not you?”

Scrabbling in vain against the ivory hands that hold him suspended, Soul cries, “I don’t know! I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!” Despair shoves the terror out of his system and he goes limp in the creature’s grip, will to fight back trickling away at the sudden realization of who it is that hunts him so methodically.

“You abandoned us,” it rasps, carrying Soul to the edge of the cliff.

The world yawns below him as he’s dangled over the cliff face, panic coursing through him while he squirms and twists so he can make one last plea. “I didn’t mean to! Wes, please!”

Maggots skitter through the exposed bones of Wes’s cheeks, empty sockets leering where blue eyes once regarded him so gently. Jutting between the tendons in his neck is a violin bow, the one pictured in the papers on the night he won the Death City Symphony Competition, and Soul has to swallow another sob because that was the photo they used in his obituary, too.

Flies buzz around his face as Wes says, “Sorry isn’t good enough,” and drops him.

All Soul can hear is the low growling roar of a huge waterfall, and suddenly he’s plunged underwater, choking as liquid pours into his lungs. Except it isn’t water, not really, and it’s only with his last bit of consciousness that he realizes he’s swimming in blood as black as the dark side of the moon.

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shower time sadness

pairing: reader x kim namjoon
genre: marshmallow fluff

components: namjoon. communal shower. bad renditions of songs.
count: 2032 words
a/n: i know namjoon sounds like an angel sent from the heavens above but for the sake of this fic <3

Hello,” you belted. “It’s me. I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet.” Adele always managed to give you the feels, especially when you’re savoring your time in the shower, scrubbing away at the dirt and the bad luck.

After Adele, you did a throw back with Travie McCoy’s Billionaire and then to a failed rendition of Taeyeon’s I. Nobody usually showered at this hour so you were more than pleased with the opportunity to release your pent up frustration and the lyrics that had been distracting you way too much during classes. At least during bath time you get to relive your lost dream of becoming a singer.

You hummed happily as you leapt out of the long-needed shower, a towel wrapped around your naked body, and towards the sinks where your stuff was. You looked up to the mirror and stared at the pinks in your cheeks only to find a figure curled up in the back, shaking. Letting out a shriek, you panicked and hurried over, turning whoever it was over. Instead of finding him hurt, he was laughing his ass off with tears in his eyes.

That was when you remembered the existence of co-ed bathrooms in your dorm and the fact that you were practically nude. Another scream escaped your lips as you smacked him repeatedly. He was still freaking laughing even after you accused him of being a pervert. “I-I’m sorry. I j-just can’t stop. Your singing. It was so off-key.” That sure as hell earned him another round of hits.

“Shut up! You weren’t supposed to be listening.” You said, face flushed in both fury and embarrassment.

“This is a public shower. It’s not like I had a choice. If I did, I’d choose to preserve my eardrums.”

The humiliation consumed you and your cheeks puffed up even redder. “You’re such an ass!” Giving him one last smack to the arm, you collected your things and marched out of there. God forbid you let your pride be crushed any further.

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Prompt Request #18 - Isaac Lahey

Requested by Anon

Isaac Lahey x Reader

34. “Why are you using my clothes?”
40. “Shut up, you’re perfect and I love you”
100. “Okay. Enough with the sarcasm”

It was one of those few rainy days in Beacon Hills. The autumn left the early evenings dark and cold and it fitted your mood right now.

You’ve been sick the whole week and wasn’t able to help out with any of the problems you and your pack had been faced with the past weeks. Being a human during this sickness wasn’t preferable.

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anonymous asked:

[Steeples fingers.] Okay but one day Reyes asks for you to stay after class to talk about your grade but he's /lying/. Sure it starts that way but halfway through he slips into casually dirty talking Spanish to see how much you can understand and is not disappointed when he finds you out you can understand a lil bit. What a fucking asshole. (Are you still on your Reaper kick? I am lmao.)

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Okay I am curled up in bed atm because its Sunday and I’m cold and on my phone so I’m sorry if this is full of mistakes but YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS this gives me LIFE.

He’s such a sly fuck, why does he do this. So he asks you to stay back and he’s using that really authoritative tone he gets when he’s not impressed, like he’s kind of drawn to his full height and he’s got *that* tone of voice. Basically everyone else is swooning while you’re shitting your pants scared is what I’m saying.

So everyone leaves and its just you and you’re wondering if you’re shaking and looking like you might cry or something and Reyes is staring down at you with his arms crossed (don’t think about how nice his arms look holy shit why does a Spanish lecturer need to be this fucking fit anyway isn’t there a rule against wearing fitting shirts like that fuck this university) and he’s quiet for a bit.

You’ve pretty much had enough of the suspense so you ask meekly what’s up, like are you gonna die today or what just hurry it up.

Then Reyes like fucking smirks at you and *purrs* some goddamn fucking Spanish and its not even as if its dirty or anything, he just makes it sound filthy because he can he’s fucking Gabriel Reyes. Its something like “You can understand me, can’t you?

And you’re so frazzled by the way he’s looking at you and that smirk and he smells really good wow and he’s kind of towering over you and Jesus fuck are you scared or are you turned on?? Whatever, what’s the difference at this rate. You kind of shakily murmur a “no???” But that’s obviously the wrong answer because you ANSWERED HIS FUCKING QUESTION GENIUS.

Reyes likes how flustered you’re getting; your cheeks are red and your kind of scared, but he has this feeling you kind of like playing this game. “Are you trying to be smart with me?” Okay he has to admit here that he is kind of using that lilt he has when he’s trying to pick someone up. What he really wants to do is see how you’d look if he forced you to look at him with his hand on your jaw but that’s very obviously crossing some lines pal, do not do that.

You cutely stutter some apologies and okay, now Reyes feels bad. “N-No, no, no, not trying to be smart! Be smarter maybe, but–” Your sentence structure kind of collapses under stress and Reyes chuckles and calms you down by correcting you.

“At this rate you’ll be too good for this class.” Reyes changes back to English and dismisses you. “Slow down. I wouldn’t want to lose my favourite student.”

????!!!!! Why does he have to say that?!!!! ITS NOT FAIR THAT HES CHARMING IN ENGLISH AND SPANISH!!! PICK ONE!!!!!!!!!!

You run away completely flustered, but you should be pleased you’re his fave. ;)

The Silent One - Part Eleven

You can find the other parts HERE!

Synopsis: You and Negan take a little trip to Alexandria

Ships: Negan x Reader
Words: 1,698
Warnings: Curses, Violence

You woke up in the back of a dark truck. You could hardly see your hand in front of your face. You felt a throbbing pain in your head and a trickle of liquid fell into your mouth and left a metallic tang there. You attempted to sit up but as you did the truck ran over something -presumably one of the dead- and the truck bounced upwards so you hit the floor again with a harsh thud.

You attempted to remember what had happened for you to get here, in the darkness that reminded you of the days you spent in the torture room at the Sanctuary, known as the dark room.

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Top 25 Sterek Fics 2015

The year is almost at it’s end, and with that, we bring you our favorite fics that we read in 2015. Almost each member from our blog chose five fics that stood out to them (out of so many great fics) that they read this year. 

Thank you guys for being awesome and we hope you have a wonderful new year!


Till You Make It by standinginanicedress (1/1 | 46,088 | R)

“I’m saying – let’s fake it.”

Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he’s fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”

“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we’re doing as well as our parents want us to and then they’ll be off our backs, right?”

“We don’t have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he’d much rather be yelling. “We'reliterally soulmates.”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s going to be so fucking easy. I can’t believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”

Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout) by mirrorkill (1/1 | 20,288  | NC17)

Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he’s getting the brunt of this week’s insanity. There’s a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom’s setting up his sister with his new boss’s cute son. There’s some guy talking in his head. Oh, and his heat kicks in, four months too early. Also: he’s pretty sure cell phones are the worst thing on the planet.

This is Derek Hale’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. All he wants is to enjoy his new apartment in peace. But you can’t always get what you want. And if he tries real hard, will the voice in his head help him get what he needs?

My Bitchy Soulmate by tee_tee (1/1 | 16,156 | NC17)

Stiles is a super sarcastic virgin and Derek is Scott’s broody roommate. They don’t really get along (until they do).

#omegaproblems by subnivean (1/1 | 12,539 | NC17)

Stiles didn’t need an alpha. He might want one, though.

You’re the Riddle of the Century by stayingputwouldbeablunder (2/2 | 45,700 | R)

“Okay,” Stiles says, drawing out the y. “Well, I’ve gotta go, Derek. Plenty more clueless individuals like yourself waiting to learn how to operate the majestic electronic device you hold in your hands.”

“I’m not holding it.” Derek doesn’t know why he does it but he waggles his fingers in front of the camera; the tablet is propped up against his legs. “See?”

Stiles rolls his eyes, smiling. “Goodbye, Derek. And thanks for calling Amazon today. Catch you on the flip side.”

“Bye, Stiles.”

Oh shit.

In which Stiles is a tech advisor for Amazon and Derek really loveshates his Kindle.


A Hale for the Holidays by rlnerdgirl (1/1 | 38,095 | NC17)

“I sent you a Christmas card that got sent back to me. Did you get a new apartment?” his dad wonders. The question is all suspicion and little anything else.

A flicker of an idea sparks. It’s not nearly formed well enough for him to say, “Yeah, actually,” and when he follows that with, “I moved in with someone,” he wants to punch himself in the face. He’s living with someone?!

“You’re living with someone?” It’s the same voice and tone as the one in Stiles’ head, just thirty years older.

Two things keep Stiles from bashing his face onto the table: there’s a steaming cup of coffee in the way and, more importantly, his dad will definitely hear. Someone passes by in front of him and a semi-familiar book cover catches his eye. “Derek Hale,” he muses, and stops. No. That wasn’t meant to be out loud.

Edge of the Moon by thepsychicclam (1/1 | 21,391 | NC17)

Derek doesn’t need a partner. He’d had a partner, and now she was dead. He sure as hell didn’t need this spastic, babbling kid as his partner - no matter who thought he was a genius or who his father was. But the SEA required all their agents to have partners, and Director Argent was insisting Derek work with Stiles.

With dead pools surfacing with agent names on them - including Derek’s own Pack - he has to ignore his hatred for his new partner and focus on taking down the Benefactor. If he doesn’t kill Stiles first.

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq (21/21 | 61,828 | NC17)

“Carry me,” Stiles says.


“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”


“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

“Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

Untamed by rosepetals42 (1/1 | 28,282 | PG13)

A Harry Potter AU where Stiles is a Slytherin transfer student and Derek is the grumpy Gryffindor who falls in love with him.

There are also potions, elves, and falcons involved. Oh, and illegal use of magic. Obviously.

the ring of the ancestors is not a euphemism by kellifer_fic (1/1 | 10,637 | PG13)

Stiles hadn’t noticed the way the entire commissary had gone silent when the guy had approached his table, or the two military escorts that had been flanking him, looking at each other like maybe they should be intervening but weren’t sure how. All he saw was someone stealing the last dessert from him and Stiles didn’t think about it, he just reached across the table and snatched it back with a, "What the hell, dude?”


Occam’s Razor by MissAnnThropic (14/14 | 49,182 | NC17)

When Stiles goes to sleep, he’s a junior in high school. He wakes up in a world where he’s twenty-four and married to Derek Hale. Stiles just can’t seem to catch a break.

When Trust is Everything by hellbells (12/12 | 27,794 | PG13)

For a secret to remain true then only one person can know it; if not then it will come out. Beacon Hills is the converging point of several secrets all wrapped up in the supernatural. For Stiles, the unravelling of several will let him find peace, love and safety in the arms of his true mate. The only question is can he trust a Sourwolf and his pack well enough to show his true self.

It just might be the one thing between Beacon Hills and safety!

(Or observe the really awkward distrustful courtship between a Sourwolf and a hidden Fae Mage)

In Sanguinem Scriptum Est by secondstar (2/2 | 31,346 | NC17)

In order to stop a new onslaught of nightmares from plaguing him, Stiles decides to become an emissary. No longer defenseless, he begins to realize that not everything is as it seems.

Yeah? Yeah. by Emela (1/1 | 2,178 | G)

As soon as Stiles got near enough, Derek pulled him into his arms. Stiles immediately melted into it, burying his face in Derek’s neck and let out another sob, not knowing how much he had needed the contact.
Stiles comes out to Derek.

The Opposite of Overrated by AmyTheEleventh (1/1 | 2,197 | PG13)

Stiles is completely content to live his life in black and white, although he could do without Scott’s gentle ribbing about his color choices.


Play Crack the Sky by WeAreTheCyclones (23/23 | 122,787 | R)

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014
“Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” SPIN.com – Feb. 2015
“Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale.“

Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) by MellytheHun (16/16 | 67,901 | NC17)

Or otherwise known as "Derek Goes to the Doctor,” wherein Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.

In Any Version of Reality by alisvolatpropiis (7/7 | 39,853 | NC17)

Standing next to not-Derek – whoa, holding not-Derek’s hand? – is someone who looks remarkably like Stiles. Is Stiles, a slightly-altered replica, just like this guy both is and isn’t Derek.

It’s not like looking into a mirror – one, because looking into a mirror actually makes some kind of sense, and two, because not-Stiles looks older too, mid twenties maybe. And the tips of his short, spiky hair are dark purple, and he’s got a lip ring and he’s shirtless and covered in tattoos and what the holy hell?

“Time travel?“ He’s sufficiently freaked. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears his dad laughing.

“Not exactly,” not-Derek says, and shit, even his voice sounds exactly the same, disconcertingly gentle. He gestures behind him, and Stiles looks over his shoulder, where behind him, scattered across the porch and in the front yard, are more…Dereks and more Stileses.

Fourteen total, including the two at the door, he notes distantly, eyes feeling like they’re about to pop out of his head from bulging so hard.

Seven other Dereks. Seven other Stileses.

Seven Derek and Stiles pairs.

Birds of a Feather Fuck Together by calrissian18, maichan808 (maichan) (1/1 | 26,144 | NC17)

Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world’s betrayed him and Derek’s having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

heart as black as night by thepsychicclam (8/8 | 97,724 | NC17)

It’s 1924, and Derek Hale is a bootlegger and runs one of the many speakeasies in New York with the help of his Pack. They don’t know, however, that he’s also a hitman for his Uncle Peter, a shady Omega with mafia ties to whom Derek owes a huge debt.

Stiles Stilinski is about to graduate from high school and start working at the docks when he stumbles into the Sour Wolf, a speakeasy with lively music, a glamorous jazz singer, and a certain dark, handsome, and moody bartender that Stiles can’t stop thinking about.


To Be Still in the Storm by AllTheFoolsFallInLove (1/1 | 4,164 | PG13)

Stiles was not one without limitations. He just chose to ignore them. He had been told that he would never be able to do well in school due to his ADHD. He ignored the limitation. He had been told that he would never make first line at lacrosse. He ignored the limitation. He had been told that he would never win the heart of Lydia Martin. He ignored the limitation. Granted he won her heart in a strictly platonic way but these are mere details.

The one limitation that Stiles knew he would be unable to ignore was the one that he so desperately wished didn’t exist. Stiles was not Pack.

No one had told him, no one had had to. It was an unspoken barrier between himself and those he thought of as his friends. Sure he did research, of course he fought beside them, obviously he took care of them, but the one thing he could never be was one of them.

Get Married… Or Run Away? by eeyore9990 (1/1 | 3,603 | PG13)

Stiles has a ring, a best man, Cora’s approval… and now a Proposal Plan. Romantic without being sappy or cheesy, it’s a perfect plan.

…Until it’s not.

My Hips Don’t Lie (And I’m Starting To Feel You Boy) by MagnificentlyMagic (1/1 | 5,082 | NC17)

“Dancer’s hips,” Derek joked.

“Oh yeah baby, my hips don’t lie,” Stiles smirked, licking his lips.

“You’re an idiot.”

“You love it.”


OR; The one in where Derek is a photographer for Calvin Klein and has roped in his dancer boyfriend (and his dancer friends) to model for him.

No Stones in Heaven by DothTheRaven (1/1 | 9,652 | NR)

Derek knows the moment he meets eleven year-old Stiles that he’s found his mate. Of course he doesn’t tell the boy this, because he knows that would be creepy and would probably get him arrested. So he bides his time, and befriends the boy and falls in love and waits for the day when Stiles can be a part of his life, forever.

And really, in the end, it’s all Derek’s fault.

Stiles will become a more permanent part of Derek’s life, just not in the capacity he’s been hoping for. Not in the capacity he needs.

It’s because Derek wanted his privacy. It’s because Derek lied to his family. It’s because he wasn’t paying close enough attention.

It’s about happiness and sacrifices and loving your family and doing what’s right, even when it feels like the worst decision of your life.

Photoshopping My Heart by Wolves_of_Innistrad (1/1 | 3,622 | PG13)

Based on this idea "I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because I’m so terrible at this” AU

Derek is an art major studying painting, Stiles is a graphic design major who can’t believe he is being forced to take basic photoshop classes. Derek is laughably incompetent with computers. Hilarity ensues.

anonymous asked:

just got an idea! Imagine one day Lucio gets a voicemail from a fan and they start talking over the phone regularly, and just maybe Lucio is starting to get interested in them, but a few months later, a new recruit comes in and 'holy shit they have the same voice as Lucio's phone friend"

OMG Anon this is too cute.

Okay so, first off, Lucio tries to talk to as many of his fans as possible because he’s very grateful for their support! But a lot of the time it can get pretty exhausting, because his fans tend to put him on a pedestal and he just wants to have chill conversations. S/o is shy at first, but they’re pretty easy to talk to and eventually it’s just talking about their day and their interests?

D.va has definitely had conversations with them, probably while Lucio had to run away from his phone for whatever reason. She’s kinda protective at first to make sure s/o has good intentions, but she’s pretty chill with them after a while and teases Lucio relentlessly when it becomes clear he’s interested.

They probably avoid video chats, s/o might be a bit self-conscious and honestly since they’ve started on just audio it would feel weird. 

When the new recruit comes, they’re kinda awkward around Lucio because, um… do they tell him? Does he recognise them?

Lucio totally thinks it’s them but since they don’t bring it up, he’s kinda nervous to because it’s gonna be super awkward if he’s wrong.

D.va to the rescue. She identifies s/o as Lucio’s phone friend, and promptly encourages both of them to get closer. 100% ships it.

Lucio probably confesses first and s/o is just… Oh. Yeah. Same. Worst possible reaction to a confession but Lucio’s so used to reading their voice he knows exactly what they mean.

D.va probably jumps out and throws rose petals or something.

So I’m laying in bed giggling about all of my first impressions of the characters of Transformers Prime, I’m going to write some of them down…


His face is perfect

And kinda pale

His optics are beautiful

He’s such a pretty blue

He’s such a pretty everything

His flaws are fucking perfect

If, ya know, I could find those flaws

I’m just blinded about how awesome he is

Nice hips

Pretty wheels

His voice is so calming

He’s beautiful inside and out




Bright sunshine yellow!

His optics are so round


He has no mouth?

Nononono he had to have a mouth at SOME point, right?

Maybe it’s just hidden

He’s pretty too

Like Optimus

He’s also got some wide hips

Man I do NOT see much of a crotch plate??? (This is before i truly understood male anatomy)

(In fact this is all before I even looked at anyone that way)

His doorwings are kinda cute

But kinda curved


Green basketball

How does he bend over?


Big jaw

Odd face shape

He seems okay, not my fave character tho



He’s a cat

The pointy things on the back of his helm look like cat ears

And his optics look catlike

IDK man that’s just what I thought

He’s got claws like a cat too

His paintjob is really pretty and detailed man why are you a medic go be a damn cybertronian tattoo artist jfk

(I always assumed he did those himself, like he doesn’t want anyone else to fuck up his perfection)

Alright, being full of yourself and yo looks ain’t gonna make me like you

(‘specially since my mind had already been blown to bits by Optimus)

I’m not calling the short cherry perfect, that belongs to Optimus (in my opinion)

I am not surprised he flirted with optimus


Why the fuck are your teeth/denta pointy doesn’t that hurt what if your tongue catches

Are your facial scars…symmetrical?



What did you look like before all this?

Your hands are giant claws

I think you’re missing a joint in your fingers

No wait you just have extended talons

How do you grab shit?

And clench your fists in anger and not cut yourself?

Goddamn you are really fucking pointy how the hell do you not have random pieces of shit on you because it got caught?

Holy hell the poor person who gets kicked by you will have to worry more about losing energon than dented armor

Why do you have a total of four toes?

You could make human kabobs with your feet!

I get the feeling you wouldnt like that because then you’d have to pick off the remains

Why is there no paint on you?

No wait your kinda purple

Your eyes are different from everyone else’s

I like your voice. It’s scary, and angry, yet empty/hollow. What happened to you?



Why the long face?

Such a thin red thingy in your face (his crest I’m talking about his crest)

(I didn’t have an inkling of an idea what Cybertronian anatomy was)

You have huge wings is that why your hunched over all the time?

Wannabe Megs

You sound like your trying to imitate Meg’s voice but like???

You sound hollow, but it also sounds fake

You don’t quite have the anger down

You really aren’t all that intimidating Screamer

Now THOSE are some human kabobing fingers

Such long fingers and legs

Dude go eat something


Kinda thin

Kinda not

Dark colors with pretty lights

He seems so chill but in control

He has no face?

I imagine he looks bored all the time

He has tentacles!

So frickin cool!

Wait a minute they come out of his stomach?

Why not his back?


He really blends in with the background 

I admire his chillness





He has pretty colors like Soundwave but he doesn’t blend in/disappear like the way Soundwave does

Pointy, is that safe for lab procedures?

*Ahem* you’re missing a servo

That giant cord that runs from your back to your gun hand, is that an inconvenience?

Like does it knock stuff over?

Man y'all are fucking graceful

Not knocking everything over

Or tearing it up


He has ONE fucking eye that does not appear to move around

Does he have depth perception?

Peripheral vision?

Does he look at everything like like you would a telescope?

He’s chill like Soundwave.


Yay another white bot!

(That sounded mildly racist but like the only others were Ratchet and Wheeljack, They-who-are-rarely-seen in my opinion)

His face is as long as Starscream’s but pretty like optimus

His eye shape is like Optimus’ but the filling is like Starscream’s

His crest looks like Optimus’ but the rest of his helm reminds me of Starscream’s

Is he Optimus and Starscream’s son???

He’s got doorwings like Bumblebee!

He’s so cheerful and in your face

I normally don’t like people like that but I like him

He’s the exception

Omg look at him he’s always trying to prove himself to Optimus

So cute

“Be stealthy Smokescreen”

*Finds and turns into a racecar*

(What was the racecar even doing on the road in Middle-of-nowhere-Jasper-Nevada?)

I like him

So I was sitting there just watching Jacksepticeye play Guardians of the Galaxy (the Telltale game), enjoying the game itself and his reactions to it.

Then, while listening, I opened up a Minecraft: Story Mode fanfiction.

For a while I was just reading/listening, enjoying both.

Then. as I heard the words “Whatever that is!” being said by Peter (Star-Lord), I froze.

Holy shit, I thought.




To summarize: 

I’m pretty sure Telltale is obsessed with Scott Porter, or at least his voice.

not that i blame them though i mean honestly have you heard the man talk have you heard him SING

Listening to the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical OST for the first time
  • Olim: how did they make the intro to the movie richer and prettier aaah I love all the layers of voices
  • Bells of Notre Dame: HOLY HELL THAT INTRO. It's weird to hear the first verse with no French accent but I like how it's a group number now. THEY INCLUDED JEHANNNNNNNN. THEY INCLUDED JEHAN I CANNOT OMGOMGOMGOMFG. JEHAAAANNNN. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS LITTLE SHIT. KARA WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS I AM SCREAMING. That's really interesting that they made Quasi Jehan's son. It's less dramatic than the move but I like it a lot. PRETTY CHOIR. DAT HIGH NOTE.
  • Out There: Patrick Page's Frollo is delightfully creepy. More so than his Scar. Quasi needs all of the hugs ohmygod. I wasn't so sure about his voice at first but then it got into the song and now I can get behind this :)
  • Topsy Turvy Pt 1: I like having more crowd numbers. Quasi's interludes are so sweet though it's breaking my heart knowing it all falls to shit.
  • Rest and Recreation: Why did they change Phoebus's last name? I love when they include musical themes from the movies in the stage's songs- they've been doing it since BatB and I love it. Great Douchebag Phoebus is back.
  • Rhythm of the Tambourine: oh FUCK YES. I am SO glad they made her dance a full number of its own.
  • Topsy Turvy Pt 2: I'm sure this scene is longer in the full version. The whole King of Fools part feels REALLY abridged on the soundtrack.
  • Into Notre Dame: I'm pretty sure it wasn't necessary to do this to my heart
  • God Help the Outcasts: WOW.
  • Top of the World: Once in every shoooowww there comes a song like thiiiis.... Ugh are the gargoyles here? WHY. They're a little more palatable here than in the movie at least.
  • Tavern Song: These dark minor chord dance numbers are my aesthetic
  • Heaven's Light: Someone please hug Quasi
  • Esmeralda: why is this melody so bright and jaunty? And who says "punished" like that? Brothels in a Disney show. I don't know why I'm surprised because HoND has always been edgier than most Disney and this is coming directly after freaking Hellfire. But still damn. Yay for Phoebus not being a douche anymore! Seriously this song sounds like something out of Les Mis.
  • Flight into Egypt: the statues are slightly more palatable here. This is still a weak point but it's not A Guy Like You. I'm pretty amused that that was cut lol
  • The Court of Miracles: this scene is so funny in the movie and it's actually quite scary here. Amazing what a key change can do!
  • In a Place of Miracles: Have I mentioned this week that I don't like Phoebus? Nice to see a cut song make it back in, though. And they didn't go full bookPhoebus which is nice. Someone please hug Quasi :'(
  • Justice in Paris: well that escalated quickly.
  • Someday: I LOVE that this made it back in, too. I love God Help the Outcasts but it's always sad when a good song gets replaced. And it found new life that isn't the terrible credits version!
  • While the City Slumbered: Not entirely sure that needed its own track
  • Made of Stone: DAAAAMN. So angsty. So powerful. HELL YES. But poor baby ;-;
  • Finale: YESSSS IT'S JUST AS EPIC AS THE MOVIE. I WOULD LITERALLY KILL PEOPLE TO SEE THIS LIVE THIS CHOIR IS AMAZING fuck yeah Sun God. I do not say that lightly. I WANT TO SEE THE MOLTEN LEAD ON STAGE :O. OH MY GOD DID THEY ACTUALLY KEEP THE ORIGINAL ENDING. MY HEART. NO. ;-; Frollo you bastard. "What do you know of love?" JEHAN ;-; OH SHIT QUASI. Daaamn that's an even more badass karmic death than the movie. It's like the book but terrifying. The Someday reprise is beautiful. And Bells reprise is always lovely. I wasn't expecting the book's ending though ;-;

milkyyprince  asked:

yuri as a sweet florist boy who listens to kali uchis (if you havent listened to her holy shit you gotta she is mY QUEEN) and wears sundresses and flowers in his hair. beka falls in love when he sees this beautiful man

i’d never heard of her, but her voice is so pretty!! 

yuri in sundresses!! yuri with flowers!! i think i just had a heart attack?? can someone call a hospital please??


anonymous asked:

Hey, can I have an Ash Purdy imagine where you’re a tattoo artist and he comes in and gets one from you, you both hit it off and after you show him your art work

I really like this idea :) Hope you like! And I’m so sorry for the lateness, I feel better so… :D

You put away the colors as you turn the AC up. You never knew how hot it could get in the shop until today.

Maybe it was because it was almost 90 degrees outside, maybe it was because you had just finished a whole sleeve in a few hours without breaks.

Maybe both.

You hear the doorbell ring and sigh, wiping your forehead and removing the cardigan you had on to look “more classy”, leaving you in your tank top, revealing just few on many tattoos you had.

You see a guy with long hair, wearing a band tee and jeans and boots.

You smile, going to your desk.

“I wasn’t scheduled for another appointment until 7, is that you? Because if so, you’re about 4 hours early my friend.” You chuckle lightly.

“Oh no, I didn’t know I had to sat up an appointment. I’m in town for a few days on break and I hear your work is pretty badass.”

“Well, you don’t have to, depending on how busy I am, which you’re lucky you caught me on a slow day. What are some ideas? Small, large, sleeve?”

He smiles and points to his arm.

“Not too big, just a little something here. I have a design I sketched out myself.” He pulls the paper out of his back pocket, handing it to you.

You open it and examine it. It was a skull with “ASH” on it.

“I can do that. About the size of the drawing?” He nods and you nod in return,

“Sounds good, come with me.”

He follows you back and sits while you gather everything you need.

“So you drew this?” You sit, putting on gloves and preparing the needle. He eyes it but you saw some other tattoos peeking out from his shirt so you knew this wasn’t a first timer.

Thank God.

“Yeah, I doodle sometimes when I ‘m bored, that just so happened to be a good one.” He chuckles lightly, sucking in a breath as you start.

“You’re good at this.” You smile.

“When you have as many tattoos as I do, you get used to the pain, it doesn’t even faze me anymore really.”

“You’re tougher than me, I still hate it, but I get more and more all the time. After about my 3rd one, the pain started to dull though.”

“How many do you have?”

You chuckle at how shocked his voice is, you’re arm had them here and there and you had a few others that nobody could see.

“More than you think.” You laugh and continue.

“So “Ash”? Is that a girlfriend’s name or…?”

“Nah, it’s actually mine. My name’s Ashley but the guys call me Ash.”

You nod.

“What’s yours?”


You loved when you could carry on conversations with customers, it rarely happened and even tho you were kinda antisocial, you always made it count when the customer wasn’t crying or cursing out in pain.

“Pretty name.” He looks down. 

“Holy shit, it looks amazing so far. I believe it when they say you’re the best.”

You blush slightly, wiping off any ink left.

“Thanks Ashley, and you are done.” You sit the tattoo gun down and get up with him, he walks over to the mirror and smiles.

“This is so fucking badass Y/N, I’m definitely going to tell my friends about you, some of them were thinking about getting tattoos as well, you certainly will be mentioned by me.”

“Thank you so much, we’ll get everything paid for.”

“Hey, could…. could you show me your tattoos? If you’re not busy? I’d love to see them, if I can I mean…” You can tell he’s tripping over his words and you smile, holding back a laugh.

“Yeah, totally. I still have about an hour until my next appointment, sure.” He follows you to your breakroom and sits down.

“Well, I have one on my shoulder blade…” You pull your top down so he coulud see it.

“One on my hip….” You pull your shirt up lightly, he nods in astonishment.

“Another at my rib cage…” You lift your shirt higher and you see his cheeks slightly tint pink.  

And one on my thgih….”

“You don’t have to show me that one…” He nrvously chuckles, but you shrug, pulling down your leggings slightly, your shirt big enough to cover yourself.

His face is flushed by now.

“N-Nice.” You let out a small laugh, pulling them back up.

“Thanks Ash. Hey, maybe sometime you can show me yours…”

He smiles, standing up. “I’d love that. Here’s my number, I’ll be here for a little longer, and you’re a really rad girl, I’d love for you to meet my friends and hang out with you myself.”

You smile, huugging him.”I’d love that, I’ll definitely give you a call.”

I hope you liked! I got a little carried away with this one. xD

If you would like to request something, send me a message and I’ll glady do them! :)

I do all memebrs of Black Veil Brides and Pierce The Veil (Not tagging this in the PTV tag so I don’t piss anyone off and they send me a message saying “OMF CAN U LIKE NOT TAG BVB THINGS IN THE PTV TAG IT’S REALLY ANNOYING K TNXS” because I’ve gotten them before, lol.)

Highlight of my weekend

So I told my dad that I want to cosplay Skeletor someday and perform HEYAYAYA live with a He-Man cosplayer. He thought it was cool, but he was like “But hasn’t it been done before?”

“Well yeah, I’d assume so but, I can do a spot-on Skeletor.” I responded.

“I mean he’s not that hard to get almost right.” My dad then busts out a Skeletor impression, which sounded pretty good but kinda deep, since my dad’s voice is slightly deeper than average.

I take this as a challenge and bust out my Skeletor impression, to which my dad looks at me wide-eyed and responds with “Holy shit, that’s a really good Skeletor impression.” He even admitted that mine was better than his.