Às vezes te odeio tanto que nem cabe em uma frase. Te odeio por me fazer te odiar dessa maneira e pelo ciúme que sinto de você; te odeio sempre que se despede e também pelas brigas que temos, que são as mais bobas desse mundo. Te odeio quando você me deixa confuso e quando tira conclusões precipitadas. Te odeio por me fazer amar cada uma dessas coisas e por ter de segurar essa vontade de dizer para o mundo inteiro que eu amo você.
Mods answer your questions!! (σ'∀’)σ*。・゜+.*. I’m Toffee aka @klanceforthesoul and my partner in klance is @anetteloli and here are answers for some of the questions that are for us and not Keith and Lance!.
I don’t read fanfic anymore, for a huge-ass reason I don’t wanna bore you with here but I can recommend some fluff I’ve written?? ( °-°)シ ミ★ ミ☆
Keith moves to Planet Altea to study in his new academy, (which it is Voltron) on the same day that he moved in he decides to explore his new living area when he finds a Blue Cat guy driving wildly a motorcycle. He finds himself in a situation where he’s somehow attracted to him and doesn’t know why until he finally meets him.
(Keep in mind! That this story has strong topics in it.) - HAVE FUN~(๑•̀-•́)و✧ Have fun crying ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
as mentioned above I don’t read fanfic BUT I certainly do write it!!!
Derek didn’t become a deep sea fisherman to make friends, but somehow that’s exactly what’s happened. Assuming, of course, that friendship is what’s going on between him and the deeply irritating (and attractive) man he’s managed to save. Surely they can last the few days 'till landfall without annoying each other to death… or falling into bed together. Right?
Derek wasn’t entirely sure the survivor was alive when he heaved him aboard. Since spotting the lifeboat, Derek’s whole brain had been fully online, blasting panic, and even now the adrenaline made the world seem over-sharp. The man’s soft pink skin against the bright, plasticized red of his work suit seemed surreal; the length of his eyelashes jumped out, though they should have been unnoticable. The blood on his face didn’t seem to bode well for a happy ending. Neither did the way his head lolled on his neck, nor the uneven, shallow quality to his breathing.
“Let’s get you below deck,” Derek muttered at the stranger, his voice scratchy with disuse.
Stiles barely believed in soulmates, yet now he was presented with having his life saved by a black wolf. A black wolf that decides to then accompany Stiles on his journey to request help from the king for his father.
With the news that an Alpha wants Beacon Hills for their own, Derek and Stiles are forced to attend a couples retreat at a ski resort to learn their enemy’s identity. However, the threat is the least of Derek’s problems when he’s expected to fake a relationship, share a bed and suffer through candlelit dinners with the man he’s secretly been in love with for the past four years.
Since losing his family, Derek Hale never imagined that he would be caught up in anything even close to his current predicament. It wasn’t the whole “someone’s trying to kill me” part that had him feeling off. That just came with being a Hale. It was other stuff that he had never even fathomed having to deal with, especially considering the way his life typically worked out. Until lately, he never even let himself toy with the idea of actually having a pack – a legitimate group of friends – that he would not only figuratively die for, but literally die for too. A pack that he knew deep down would do the same for him. He also couldn’t believe the fact that if he went through with his plan - faking his death at the hands of their rival - he would actually have to convince his pack not to avenge his death… He had people who cared about him. People that wanted to fight for him, and along side of him. Friends who would actually be devastated if something bad were to happen to him. He had people who loved him. And even though the world currently seemed set on destroying him, he couldn’t help but feel whole and warm and good. He couldn’t help but share that love. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. Damn, was it a good one.
Derek had made reservations for them at the fanciest, most expensive restaurant in all of Beacon County over two months ago, reserving them a table for two in a private section. So, of course, the day of their reservation, Stiles gets hurt and ruins everything.