anyways i don’t know what to do with myself when i’m not in some sort of abusive relationship and i feel very guilty for being with people who don’t hurt me and make me feel less than human! who wants to smack me and tell me i’m useless

anonymous asked:

hey, i'm looking for a fic that i read not that long ago where Dan was a ballerina and he practised in an abandoned building and he met Phil and Phil tried to help him get over his stage fright. It's a chaptered fic but i didin't get to read the whole thing because i forgot the name of it

Devotion - (tw) Dan is a ballerina who’s practicing for an audition at Julliard, but he’s afraid of performing in front of other people. He meets Phil, who’s gathering photos for his art portfolio, and Phil helps Dan come out of his shell in an interesting way.

- Emily

Edit: The description in this ask fits this fic as well:

Anonymous said: can you help me find the fic where Dan is a dancer and he meets Phil and Phil like takes him to dance as a street performer to build his confidence or something?

- Emily

hazelnutphan  asked:

There was a fic I read about a year ago and i canr find it in your tags so Idk if it's still up but it was about how can was like 'attacked' by his ex boyfriend then he went mute and then Phil tired to get him to be more open with him because he really liked dan and then Phil like went away or something and then he came back and dan was able talk again or something sorry if this is a mess ahh


Dan draws, Phil doesn’t.

Phil wears black shirts, speaks loudly, and glares at everyone.
Dan wears grey jumpers, doesn’t talk, and tries to stay invisible.
Phil’s reckless, Dan’s not.
This is as story about two polar opposites who mange to have a string of first times together, and maybe even a cute love story.


deserving [stiles stilinski]

word count; 822

Y/N was, by definition, tossing and turning. Desperate to find a comfortable position amongst her messy bedsheets, she sighed. No matter how hard she tried, her brain didn’t seem to want to shut down. Constant thoughts whirred around her mind, each new worry and thought tripping and tangling over each other as they fought for a spot in the vibrant jungle of her tired head.

Y/N finally relented as her brain refused to quieten down and let her fall into the gentle clutches of sleep. All hopes of falling into any form of slumber disappeared further as her phone buzzed with the prospects of an incoming call. Forcing her bleary eyes to adjust to the sudden light from the screen, Y/N swiped the green symbol. “Hello?” Her voice sounded pretty rough, probably similar to how she felt.

“..Stiles?” A sharp inhale sounded from the phone, followed quickly by a shaky exhale. “Yeah, Y/N, it’s me.” Stiles confirmed, his voice a little croaky and rough. He sniffed sadly, a sound that of one a person would make if they were either trying not to cry-or already were. “Are you okay?” Y/N quickly asked, unable to hide the concern in her voice. There was a silence, one that automatically made her feel nervous.

“I uh..I can’t sleep.” Stiles said slowly. “Are you in the jeep right now?” Y/N said instantly, a soft smile crossing her features. “..How did you know?” He questioned.

She chucked lightly, “I know you too well Stilinski. Do you want me to come with you?” Her boyfriend sighed in relief. “Really? I mean, like, are you sure? Cause I don’t wanna disturb you, you know.. Sleeping.” He rambled.

“I can’t sleep either, so it’s all good.” She responded, already shoving on her converse and hastily tying the laces. “See you in a bit.” Y/N added, warily listening to the silence on the line. “Oh yeah-uh, see you.” Her boyfriend seemed incredibly distant, she noticed, and her goal was to find out what was going on with him.

Heading out into the night in her pajama shirt and shorts, her eyes darted around for Stiles’ jeep. The brisk weather was apparent as the wind sent a chill down her spine. Her bare legs were cold, going down the path of becoming mottled. Running towards the familiar blue vehicle, she allowed a smile to break out on her face.

Y/N opened the side door, shutting it behind her as she climbed onto the passengers seat. The consistent, quiet beat of Stiles tapping his fingers against the steering wheel felt familiar and comforting, although Y/N still felt on edge, as if an avalanche of hurt was about to hit her.

Stiles?“ She said finally, interrupting the boy’s manic train of thought. "Oh god, sorry.” He said quickly, blinking rapidly. “Stiles.” He didn’t seem to notice, continuing on rambling. “I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have w-woken you up-” Y/N placed a hand over his left one that gripped the steering wheel, and locked eyes with him. “Stiles. Are you okay?” His brown eyes finally focused. He licked his lips nervously, clenching his fists. “No.” Y/N’s heart dropped for the boy who seemed to have a sadness clouded over him. “I keep having these, these nightmares.” His movements became more rapid, his anxious hastiness preventing him from keeping still. Y/N leaned over and held both his hands, running her thumbs over the back of them.

“It’s like a dream within a dream. They’re terrifying, I-I usually wake up screaming. It’s like..I feel like such a burden.” Y/N squeezed his hands supportively, shaking her head. “Stiles, you are not a burden.” She said firmly.

“I, uh, I can’t read either. And the irritability? that’s at an all time high.” Stiles continued, a slight bitter smile on his face. “I’m finding it really hard to sleep, and when I do? It’s the nightmares.” Y/N didn’t respond, instead cupping his face in her hands. His usually bright eyes were bloodshot and dulled, impossibly dark circles underneath them. His skin, naturally pale anyway, was almost pure white. In retrospect, he looked exhausted.

“Stiles, listen. You’re-we’re, gonna get through this. Together. Whatever’s happening to you right now, you’re not alone. You’re not a burden, you’re not a problem. I love you. I love you, Stiles, and I don’t care how many times I have to say it to get it through to you.” When Y/N paused to witness his reaction, she was surprised to see tears springing in his eyes. His lower lips trembled slightly, the tears running down his face.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He questioned, his voice thick with tears. Y/N’s cheeks flushed. “I could ask you the same question.” Stiles pulled her into a tight embrace. They remained in that position for a while, holding each other and not exchanging another word the whole time. Just that moment spoke a thousand words between them.


My Thoughts on Teen Wolf 6x13 “After Images”

in which i gush about tyler posey’s directing, chew on the stydia bone we were thrown, and captain the scalia ship.

touch [stiles stilinski]

note - this kind of escalated from what I meant to write originally?? it’s not really smut, kind of semi-smut? Like, a heated makeout session and implied smut. So, yeah. eNjOy.

Word count; 702

Tapping on the slightly beaten down front door of the Stilinski house, Y/N waited for someone to answer. Leaning against one of the pillars, she started to picture the scene that could potentially unfold when Stiles invited her in. Maybe he’d flash her one of his trademark goofy smiles, maybe he’d allow his honey brown eyes to bore into her y/e/c ones.

Lost in thought and blissful daydreaming, Y/N jumped back when the door finally swung open with great enthusiasm. “Y/N!” The boy she’d been fantasizing about just moments ago appeared before her eyes, his appearance a little rugged and tired. It was a few moments before she realized she was staring at him blankly.

“Stiles! Hey-uh, how’s it going?” Y/N said quickly, attempting to look casual as she leaned against the pillar. It failed miserably, and she ended up grasping onto thin air and falling over onto the porch in the process. Stiles kneeled down and placed a hand on her shoulder, his expression concerned. “Y/N? Are you okay?” His tone remained genuine and worried, but the sparkle in his eyes proved otherwise. He was obviously trying not to laugh. “God, sorry. I’m fine.” She assured him, standing up abruptly. “Just clumsy as hell.”

Stiles grinned then, taking Y/N by surprise by leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, tender, one that could still set Y/N’s heart racing from the slow motions of their lips interlocked. When they slowly broke apart, they were both left wanting more. “Do you..” The flustered boy gestured to inside the house, his attitude hesitant and unsure of her response. She simply nodded, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers. The two went inside, taking two steps at a time and rushing into his bedroom with a needy hastiness.

Once the door was shut behind them, Stiles edged closer to Y/N. They both felt awkward, hesitant, yet the whole thing felt simultaneously right. Stiles placed a hand on her cheek, resting his forehead on hers. Him and Y/N maintained eye contact, the reflections of light in their pupils subtle and yet apparent.

He closed his eyes, softly brushing his lips against Y/N’s. As they edged along her cheek, he inhaled as if to memorize the scent of her skin.

When their lips finally met, the tension had been almost unbearable. Y/N took a risk and deepened the kiss, her lips crashing against his. Their kisses so far had been hasty, ephemeral. Y/N was determined for this one to last. For the union of their lips to progress slowly, for them to get to know each other’s taste and feel like they knew each other’s facial structure, eyes, personality and hair.

Stiles’ lips traveled down to her neck, planting kisses onto the skin. Y/N weaved her fingers through his now tousled brown hair, tugging at the ends as his kisses deepened. They began to remove her shirt as a team effort, giggling awkwardly when her head remained stuck in the material. When her shoulders were bare and her chest hidden only by her bra, she managed to remove Stiles’ shirt in one quick motion. Very aware of how reddened her cheeks were, Y/N couldn’t stop herself from trying to memorize every detail of his body. She pressed her lips to his in a hasty kiss, arms flung around his neck. His hands cradled her waist, creating circular motions on her skin with the tips of his fingers.

The two landed finally onto his bed, Y/N laying on his familiarly messy blue bed sheets. “Are you-sure?” He questioned, darting his eyes away from her for a second. She nodded, guiding his hand down her abdomen, waist, towards her thigh. That was enough for him to get the message. And then everything went colorful.

Y/N laid against Stiles’ chest, his arms wrapped around her body. She played with the collar of his t-shirt, smiling softly as she looked up at the sleeping boy. His lips were slightly puckered, a slight smile still on his face. Light snores sounded from his mouth, and Y/N forced back a laugh. She certainly didn’t expect a study date to end up like this, but she definitely didn’t regret it.