i just found this in my drafts lol

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Klance

you have received entirely, entirely by loveghost

Shiro blinks at him. Lance doesn’t blame him; he’s horrified at himself too. What karmic sins did he commit in past lives to bring this upon himself? To now, in the midst of a training session of all times, blurt: “Hey, guys? You ever think about soulmates and shit?”

Lightning in a Bottle by amillionsmiles

“Well, buddy, beach volleyball isn’t a fight,” he says, getting close enough so that he can clearly see the navy blue of Keith’s eyes, their noses almost brushing. “It’s a dialogue.”

Keith thrusts the ball back at Lance’s chest, eyes flashing.

“Oh, yeah? You’d better start talking, then.”

(or: it’s good to be back at Veradera Beach. It’s good to be back home.)

Kiss Me, You Idiot by @glowdroid

It happens at 2 am, like all regrettable-but-painfully-sincere things do, even in Altean time.

He’s Shallow, Is What I Mean by @lancecmcclain

This is actually just Keith being gay and Pidge being aro as hell. Rated G for Gay. 

bench press me by eggboi

“The hell are you doing?” Keith grumbles out, body mid-push up. There’s a snicker behind him, too close to his ears, though Keith can’t really understand what would be so amusing about this. Then again, he’s not really sure why Lance is lying on him while he’s doing push ups either. Other than to be, of course, annoying.

“Nothing.” Lance finally says. Keith hears the grin in his voice, which only proves to irritate him a little more. ‘Nothing’ his ass. “Continue with what you’re doing, Mr. ‘I’m-Too-Good-For-Socialization’.”

(Lance, as always, tries to annoy Keith by making his exercise harder. It doesn’t work. At all.)

Color Me Intrigued by dreamcp

Lance draws. Specifically, Lance draws Keith. A lot.

twelve feet deep by starspecters

Keith doesn’t respond, but he does smile - which is honestly better, in Lance’s opinion - and Lance starts to worry that maybe he should have applied more sunblock when the tips of his ears grow hot.

never been kissed by kairiolette

“You give off the obnoxious popular vibe. The mullet, and the rap sheet, and—the fingerless gloves,” Lance replies, and barrels on before Keith can take it the wrong way. “I’m so handsome, my name’s Keith and I’m a pilot.”

“That sounds more like a compliment than an insult,” Keith says slowly, a disdainful quirk to his eyebrows that only spurs Lance on. He tilts his head a bit, his bangs shadowing his face, like he’s assessing a particularly impossible physics problem. “And I don’t like that voice you’re using.”

Sheith

according to protocol by amillionsmiles

“PDA in uniform can result in a demerit of fifty to a hundred points,” Shiro murmurs.

“Good thing we’re not in public, then,” Keith mutters hoarsely.

Part 1 of the this corner of the universe series

keep up with you by amillionsmiles

“Clay thinks you have an eight-pack.”

Shiro’s eyebrow jumps. “Does he, now?”

“I told him I wouldn’t believe it until I saw it,” continues Keith, eyes dancing with a challenge.

Part 2 of the this corner of the universe series

Victorious by themorninglark

“When you come back - ” says Keith, again, and then he can’t finish the sentence for the enormity of it, so he stops short. Leaves it hanging like a promise, waiting to be fulfilled, and settles for reaching out to rest his hand on Shiro’s shoulder instead. Lets the contact linger for as long as he can, etched like life lines and heart lines into his palm.

Shiro nods. He doesn’t break promises.

Neither does Keith.

For the Damaged by commodorecliche

You’ve held your head up
You’ve fought the fight
You bear the scars
You’ve done your time
Listen to me
You’ve been lonely, too long

Girl Next Door

AN: (FIRST IMAGINE OF 2017 YAY) i read a prompt like this before but i forgot where i found it omg but i’ve had this in my drafts for so long and I only finished it now lmao (btw this one’s going to be in 3rd person POV just because I’ve never written in 3rd person and i want to practice lol)

Peter Parker x Reader

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Originally posted by septodragon

Y/N was trying to balance the giant box she was holding in one hand while she tried to grab the keys from her back pocket. She knows she could have easily just put the box down but she couldn’t be bothered to bend down and pick up the heavy box again. The struggle. Was. Real. Managing to balance the box on one hand was not an easy task. 

“Do you need some help?” 

Y/N turned her head to see a boy her age. He was standing by the front of his door. The girl weighed her options (she also noted that said boy was incredibly cute) before giving in. 

“Uh, yeah, if you could just hold this for a minute while I get my keys, that would be great.” She gave a shy smile. Peter Parker’s heart raced. Y/N’s smile, though, small was absolutely stunning. He froze for a moment before moving towards her. “Be careful. It’s kind of heavy, don’t want you getting hurt so just a little warning.” 

Her concern for a complete stranger fed Peter’s growing attraction. 

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Obliviate

•••

The first time was unplanned. He looked up at me from under that damn tree, his hair sticking up like always. I wanted to be the one making it look like such a fucking mess. I wanted to run my hands through that horrible messy hair of his and to kiss him, and for him to kiss me back.

I don’t know what made me break just then. Maybe it was the way that he bit his lip in slight confusion as I lingered for a moment longer than usual without insulting him. Maybe it was just because I simply could not hold back any longer after all these years. Either way, I broke. As he stood to confront me (probably expecting to be hexed), I took him by the shoulders and pulled him close. Before I could think or her could react, I kissed him. It almost seemed as if he was kissing me back for a moment, that all of my hoping and fantasizing could be brought to reality. Of course, nothing like that could ever happen to me. He quickly shoved me away, his face contorted with confusion and anger.

“What the fuck, Mal-”
“Obliviate.”
His green eyes, his fucking beautiful bright green eyes, went blurry for a moment. He sat back down against the tree. As he refocused, he narrowed his eyes at me.

“What are you looking at, Potter?” I managed to snap at him bitterly, hoping that I didn’t look flustered.

“Sod off, Malfoy.” He spat back, turning back to his book.

•••

The second time happened with intent. After I realized that I could hypothetically continue to snog Potter every time we were alone together, I decided to seize the opportunity before Christmas break ended and everyone got back.

This time, I stopped him in the corridor outside of the Gryffindor common room.

“What do y-”

My lips were already on his, taking all I could out of the moment in the split second before he could push me away again.

“Obliviate.”

I briskly walked around the corner. He would not even remember seeing me this morning.

That night, I lay awake trying to recall every detail of the kiss, of Harry fucking Potter’s lips. I’m nearly positive that it was just my foolish desire screwing with my mind, but it felt almost like he relaxes, even if it was just for one second before I wiped his memory.

But no, that’s not possible.

•••

By the fifth time, it was almost a habit to sweep him away in the corridors.

•••

By the tenth time, it was simply second nature once I neared him.

•••

By the twentieth time, it had become an addiction. In only three days, everybody would be back and it would be nearly impossible to get Harry alone ever again.

•••

I had only one thought in my mind: “I am completely, hopelessly in love with Harry Potter, and I am completely, hopelessly fucked.”

•••

I find myself drawing my mind the moment I see him leave the library. (He’s been spending quite a lot of time in there lately. I wonder what he’s up to.) He looks unusually determined, however. I’ll just walk by this time and pretend to be on my way to- I don’t know, it’s not like I expect him to interrogate me or anything.

“What are you up to, Malfoy?” Potter asks accusingly as if it’s against the rules to stroll the castle.

Or maybe he is planning to interrogate me.

“What’s it to you, Potter?” I reply, continuing to walk. He grabs my shoulder before I pass him.

“Maybe I don’t want to be snogged and obliviated every day.” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck.”

This could ruin me.

I don’t even want to think about how many years in Azkaban this will be, obliviating Harry Potter, kissing him, at least 25 times, without his consent.

But why does he look so damn amused? He probably can’t wait to see me behind bars.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Potter.” I growl, glaring at him. His hand is still on my shoulder. I don’t move.

He holds up a book, “Memory Games: Recognizing and Curing Minor Obliviation”.

“I think you do know what I’m talking about, Draco.”

“You can’t tell anyone, Potter. This could ruin me. Please, I’ll- I don’t know, just-”

“I’m not going to tell anyone.”

This takes me completely by surprise. Why wouldn’t he want me arrested, humiliated, ruined? After all, we’ve always been enemies of a sort.

“Wh-why?”

Damn my nervous stutter.

“Well, I said I didn’t want to be snogged and obliviated, but I wouldn’t mind just knocking off the memory-wiping part.”

Is he saying that he wants to kiss me?

“So I wouldn’t mind if you kept it up, minus the obliviating part of course. How does that sound?”

I’m frozen. Harry wants to kiss me. He wants me to kiss him. I want to say something, but I’m just gaping like a bloody fool. His hand drifts down my shoulder and he takes my hand, lightly tugging me just a little bit forward. I’m so close I can feel his breath on my face. He closes the distance between us and suddenly I can move again. This time, it feels so much nicer. I have time to feel his lips on mine, to feel him softly kissing back. It’s not rushed and forceful like all of the other times. It’s slow and soft and filled with emotion. As he pulls apart from me, I gasp quietly. Of course since my emotions are such a fucking mess today, this causes me to blush and I’m sure I look like an idiot.

“It sounds wonderful.” I say, smiling uncontrollably.

“Wonderful.” He replies, leaning back into me.

•••
Fin.
•••

@ohwowokthen670

🌑🌒Just like You🌔🌕

You want Guys
With light eyes
With “good” hair
And light skin
Grab a plate
For your self hate
And give it to
Some White ass Men

You want Girls
With looser curls
With lighter eyes
And lighter skin
Boy you wack,
So anti-Black
So save your sperm
For White Women

Breed with your Whites
Like fish in streams
Make the light skinned babies
Of your dreams
But I hope you won’t,
Won’t teach them too…
To hate Blackness
Just like you do

Obliviate

The first time was unplanned. He looked up at me from under that damn tree, his hair sticking up like always. I wanted to be the one making it look like such a fucking mess. I wanted to run my hands through that horrible messy hair of his and to kiss him, and for him to kiss me back.

I don’t know what made me break just then. Maybe it was the way that he bit his lip in slight confusion as I lingered for a moment longer than usual without insulting him. Maybe it was just because I simply could not hold back any longer after all these years. Either way, I broke. As he stood to confront me (probably expecting to be hexed), I took him by the shoulders and pulled him close. Before I could think or her could react, I kissed him. It almost seemed as if he was kissing me back for a moment, that all of my hoping and fantasizing could be brought to reality. Of course, nothing like that could ever happen to me. He quickly shoved me away, his face contorted with confusion and anger.

“What the fuck, Mal-”
“Obliviate.”
His green eyes, his fucking beautiful bright green eyes, went blurry for a moment. He sat back down against the tree. As he refocused, he narrowed his eyes at me.

“What are you looking at, Potter?” I managed to snap at him bitterly, hoping that I didn’t look flustered.

“Sod off, Malfoy.” He spat back, turning back to his book.

•••

The second time happened with intent. After I realized that I could hypothetically continue to snog Potter every time we were alone together, I decided to seize the opportunity before Christmas break ended and everyone got back.

This time, I stopped him in the corridor outside of the Gryffindor common room.

“What do y-”

My lips were already on his, taking all I could out of the moment in the split second before he could push me away again.

“Obliviate.”

I briskly walked around the corner. He would not even remember seeing me this morning.

That night, I lay awake trying to recall every detail of the kiss, of Harry fucking Potter’s lips. I’m nearly positive that it was just my foolish desire screwing with my mind, but it felt almost like he relaxes, even if it was just for one second before I wiped his memory.

But no, that’s not possible.

•••

By the fifth time, it was almost a habit to sweep him away in the corridors.

•••

By the tenth time, it was simply second nature once I neared him.

•••

By the twentieth time, it had become an addiction. In only three days, everybody would be back and it would be nearly impossible to get Harry alone ever again.

•••

I had only one thought in my mind: “I am completely, hopelessly in love with Harry Potter, and I am completely, hopelessly fucked.”

•••

I find myself drawing my mind the moment I see him leave the library. (He’s been spending quite a lot of time in there lately. I wonder what he’s up to.) He looks unusually determined, however. I’ll just walk by this time and pretend to be on my way to- I don’t know, it’s not like I expect him to interrogate me or anything.

“What are you up to, Malfoy?” Potter asks accusingly as if it’s against the rules to stroll the castle.

Or maybe he is planning to interrogate me.

“What’s it to you, Potter?” I reply, continuing to walk. He grabs my shoulder before I pass him.

“Maybe I don’t want to be snogged and obliviated every day.” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck.”

This could ruin me.

I don’t even want to think about how many years in Azkaban this will be, obliviating Harry Potter, kissing him, at least 25 times, without his consent.

But why does he look so damn amused? He probably can’t wait to see me behind bars.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Potter.” I growl, glaring at him. His hand is still on my shoulder. I don’t move.

He holds up a book, “Memory Games: Recognizing and Curing Minor Obliviation”.

“I think you do know what I’m talking about, Draco.”

“You can’t tell anyone, Potter. This could ruin me. Please, I’ll- I don’t know, just-”

“I’m not going to tell anyone.”

This takes me completely by surprise. Why wouldn’t he want me arrested, humiliated, ruined? After all, we’ve always been enemies of a sort.

“Wh-why?”

Damn my nervous stutter.

“Well, I said I didn’t want to be snogged and obliviated, but I wouldn’t mind just knocking off the memory-wiping part.”

Is he saying that he wants to kiss me?

“So I wouldn’t mind if you kept it up, minus the obliviating part of course. How does that sound?”

I’m frozen. Harry wants to kiss me. He wants me to kiss him. I want to say something, but I’m just gaping like a bloody fool. His hand drifts down my shoulder and he takes my hand, lightly tugging me just a little bit forward. I’m so close I can feel his breath on my face. He closes the distance between us and suddenly I can move again. This time, it feels so much nicer. I have time to feel his lips on mine, to feel him softly kissing back. It’s not rushed and forceful like all of the other times. It’s slow and soft and filled with emotion. As he pulls apart from me, I gasp quietly. Of course since my emotions are such a fucking mess today, this causes me to blush and I’m sure I look like an idiot.

“It sounds wonderful.” I say, smiling uncontrollably.

“Wonderful.” He replies, leaning back into me.

•••
Fin.
•••
@ohwowokthen640

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i fell in love with your despair | a hannibal x will playlist

“in my defense, i fell in love with his despair.
his hands were glowing embers, and i was
looking for a fire to warm myself by. he made
me forget that even the moon is just a floating
rock when the sun isn’t lighting it up from
behind, and even the most ordinary things can
look extraordinary in the right slant of light.

in my defense, i wanted to be the hero.
i thought i could save him, so i used my
body to cushion the impact when he
crashed into the earth.

in my defense,
his burning mouth. in my defense,
the craters he left in my skin.”

[LISTEN]

Let it Go

A/N: Sooo, I found this in my drafts and i honestly don’t even remember writing this LOL So i really don’t know what to expect, i just skimmed through this and it looks meh, sooooooo since i feel bad for not update one of my other fics today, you guys can enjoy this! :)

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warning: a little smut??? swearing

Word Count: 1800





September 30th 2005


“So what did John say?”

“He’s got a hunt or two to finish up, so to just finish up this one and give him a call” Dean turned his head, his eyes meeting yours directly with an evil smirk on his face “So that means we can have a little fun in the back seat if baby”

You lifted your hands to cover your now crimson red cheeks “Dean!” You giggled out

He wiggled his eyebrows at you “Come on baby, i know you want some of this”

You gave him a little push in the shoulder, being gentle due to the fact he was driving, even if it was down a back road “I always want some of that Dean”

He made a quick turn to the right into the trees, turning off baby, his pupils now fully dialated “Is that so?”

You bit your lip, trying to look as innocent as possible knowing that was always your best game play, nodding your head diverting your eyes to his bulge growing in his pants. He let out a deep groan before picking grabbing your legs and flipping you so you were laying on your back in the front of baby, he grabbed your legs wrapping them around his waist, hovering over top of you, an inch away from your face, his eyes roaming your face, before leaning down giving you a soft gentle kiss he pulled away leaning towards your ear lowly whispering “I want you….so bad” that was all he had to say to get you going, you ripped off his shirt running your hands down his chest stopping right before his pant line, biting your lip again slowly rubbing the bulge on the outside of his pants, earning another moan from him, his lips instantly connected to yours, his hands roaming your entire body, breaking apart for a split second just to remove your shirt and bra, after that his lips were back on yours.

Shortly after you unbuckled his belt, he kicked his pants of the best he could in the small space you were in, his fingers were tugging at the belt holes in your jeans, taking your hand off of his cheek you undid your jean button, as his right hand left your breast to pull your pants down, at the same time as your panties. He wasted no time with using his fingers inserting them in and out of you making you moan in pleasure, he leaned down whispering “God baby, you’re so wet” Making you moan even more, he took his fingers out and started rubbing circles on your clit.

“d-dean” You stuttered out

“Yeah baby?” Smirking down at you knowing what he was doing to you, but every time you guys ended up here, which was a lot might i add, he only wanted to hear those three words.

“I want you, god Dean, p-please”

“Anything for you princess”

And with that his underwear was off and he was in your faster than you could blink, his thrust started slow and rough, then started to pick up in pace and get gentle, you leaving long scratches on his back, and him hand prints on your waist from gripping you too hard, like always.

“Dean..” You moaned out

“Almost”

You bit your lip nodding at the man above you.

“Y/n” He moaned out “Now” and with that you both let go at the same time, he went limp on you, both of you covered in sweat, baby’s windows foggy, you giggled, Dean pushed himself up giving you a gentle peck on the forehead, than nose, both cheeks, before looking deep in your eyes, kissing you lips softly pulling away “I love you y/n”

“I love you Dean”

And that, that was the last time he ever said ‘I love you’ That was the last good moment you guys had together before everything went spiraling out of control.

Present Day

You’ve been sitting in your truck now for about 15 minutes debating whether or not to you were going in the dinner a few feet ahead of you.

You never were a coward or lacked confidence, but when it came to this certain time anxiety was running all the way through your veins. Not just the diner was a few feet infront of you m, but so was Dean, a man you haven’t seen in about 10 years. You mind was racing at your last time seeing him, you loved him, you still did love him it might of been 10 years but he was your first love, your first everything.

“Ow!” You mumbled when you chewed your nail shorter than you intended to, you sighed hitting your wheel a few times grumbling “Come on y/n this isn’t you” You checked your hair and makeup in the rearview mirror, stepping out of your truck slamming the door shut, mumbling curse words under your breath, you would have gone to a different diner but this was the only one for miles, and it just so happened to be the one that the demons you were hunting were meeting at.

You opened the front door the diner and the bell above rung signaling that they had another customer. The waitress was cleaning the front counter but still looked up from counter to give you a big smile greeting you with a southern accent.

Maneuvering around a few tables, you picked the booth the furtherest away from Dean, ordering a bacon cheeseburger, fries and a vanilla milkshake. You could see the demon’s conversing directly in the center of the room, you couldn’t make out what they were saying, but you could feel them grower suspicious so you looked away diverting your attention to the waitress you could see bringing your food this way, you smiled at her while she was placing it down “Thank you” Pausing to look over at her name tag “Sara, thank you Sara” She gave you a small smile “You’re welcome” before turning away.

15 minutes into your time at the diner and not much has changed, you were about half way through your burger, all your fries gone and have drank about quarter of your milkshake, your eyes glancing between both Dean and the demons every now and then.

God he hasn’t changed that much, he still had those ever so kissable lips, his hairstyle hasn’t changed and that made you giggle, his still had those crinkles by his eyes when he smiled, he still did those pouty lips when he was angry, and lastly he still did love his pie. He has aged quite a bit which is bound to happen, it has been ten years. He no longer had the twinkle in his eyes you loved, there was more wrinkles on his face than you last remembered, he looked tired and worn out but this job did this to anyone who has been in it as long as the both of you, most hunters never make it this long and you were honestly surprised you were still here let alone Dean. You heard the stories, the rumours about the Winchesters over the years, you still kept tabs on him every once in awhile, even though you knew he didn’t do the same.

The only time you stopped keeping tabs on him is when you went to purgatory or when you were in hell for 80 years, or well 8 months our time and let me tell you, was that the longest you went. Both him and his younger brother names were mentioned down in hell every now and then which was nothing new, those two were famous and well known.

You were brought back to reality when there was a loud crash and all the glassware on everyone’s table broke into a million pieces, you quickly reached for your gun shoved in the band at the back of your jeans and bringing it around to the right side of you where no one would see it, you scooched closer to the inside of the booth keeping your head down staying out of it until it was absolutely necessary for you to jump in. Not long after the demons kill everyone in sight one by one, except the Winchesters.

It seems like Dean and his younger brother had sorta the same idea, except they jumped straight to the action, both of them with their guns pointed straight at the demons who were circling the table they were once sat at in the middle, eyes black and snickering “I thought you guys knew by now, those things don’t work on us” Laughing the two of them on the outside flicked the hands motioning towards the back wall that was filled with picture frames of Elvis Presley which smashed to pieces after both brother were thrown at the wall “Fucking idiots” you mumbled, sighing decided now was probably a good time considering the other two hunters were now just as useless as the broken picture frames on the wall.

“No, but these will” You lifted up your gun letting three shots out, nailing each demon in the upper shoulder, watching them fall to the ground screaming in pain as Dean and Sam dropped to the floor, dusting themselves off.

“Thanks” Sam spoke giving you a smile, which you returned with a nod.

You could feel Dean’s eyes roaming your body all over, his eyes never leaving you.

“Would you like to do the honours?” You questioned them, but mostly directing it towards Sam.

He gave you smile and started to read out your typical exorcism, while he was doing that, you went back over to your table to pick up the other half of your burger, eating it while Sam finished up. Once he did he made his way towards you.

“So, I’m Sam and this is Dean” He spoke for the both of them, you nodded about to open your mouth to speak when Dean took the words right out of your mouth.

“Y/n…” Dean breathed out

Sam’s eyes looked between both Dean and you, lifting his finger to point between you both, “Uh you two know each other?” He questioned

“We did” You spoke up, pausing for a brief moment before continuing “I gotta get going, other things to hunt, people to save, it was nice meeting you Sam, Dean” You gave him a small smile and Dean a slight nod before heading out of the diner, once again leaving the only man you ever loved behind.


1.If someone is keen to talk shit about other people with you, they will be just as keen to talk shit ABOUT you
2. Just because you can live off sandwiches doesn’t mean you should
3. Waking up in an anxiety attack on your first night at the dorms is okay. It will get better.
4.You don’t have to go to a college party everyone else is going to. Staying at home is just fine
5. Get to know as many people as possible
6. Google maps is your best friend if you don’t know the city
7.Your college probably has a doctor, if you’re unhealthy go see them.
8.Don’t expect to become best friends with your roommates. However it’s important to trust them and for you to help each other. 
9.“I won’t note this down, I’ll rememb-” DON’T
10.At some point you’ll have so much to study it will feel overwhelming. Take it step by step, organize yourself, and you’ll be fine
11. Sleep. Especially the night before an exam.
12. Your teachers are there to help. E-mail them whenever you have questions
13. Failing an exam is not the end of the world.
—  things I learned from my 1st year in college

anonymous asked:

So I had this HC a few months ago, and I have no clue if I've shared it or not??? It was in my drafts and rereading it I found I still liked it, so I'd like your opinion on it. So the Vita rays that induced Steve's transformation? What if that was just plain ol' concentrated sunlight? I mean, they say the vitamins you get from sunlight helps you grow. So the serum+sun=steeb, our fight-me sunshine boy.

That’s beautiful and I’m gonna go with that instead of my thought which is some kind of radiation lol