but i need an otp tag for these babies

Soulmate AU where:

When your soulmate is eating something you can taste it on your lips, just slightly. And maybe feel it on your lips too, like the powder of a cinnamon donut, except you can’t lick it away, so you’re just stuck with it like ‘damn you asshole, lick your goddamn lips! This is annoying!’

If they’re having cravings you do too. Sometimes you’ll get cravings for what you’ve just eaten.

If you taste something like strawberry lip gloss you know their either getting ready for a night out or kissing someone. Or maybe they just like the taste.

You constantly lick your lips when they’re eating something you like because ‘oh gods this taste so good, what is it?’ or 'I haven’t had that in ages!’

You get jealous of the fact that they have such nice food ALL THE DAMN TIME.

When they’re eating something you don’t like you try to not lick your lips for so long. It gets annoying and is hard to do for a while so you just put on lip gloss. Then you think 'awe, man. What if they don’t like… And that’s why they put on lip gloss the other week?’

One day you try to send them a recipe. So you just, like, munch on a piece of toast, then lick some honey, then eat some banana so they’ll try your favourite meal and you’ll have that taste on your lips without actually eating it.

One day you think 'what kind of idiot eats peanut butter with jam - holy shit it’s an American! Or someone in America… Maybe they just like it? Oh god will I have to take 20-something hour flight to find them? Uuuhhhggghhh!’

You’re in the middle of a test but just can’t stop licking your lips because 'oh god glazed donuts…’

You can’t place a taste but you know you’ve tasted it before.

After going to Harry Potter world you realise 'it’s butterbeer!’ and then you try a butterbeer cappuccino or whatever and are just - 'goddamn it you jerk you ruined all my experiences!’

You start craving a signature dish from your town that is only served there. You go to the restaurant and see three people eating the meal, so you just walk up to the counter, order something that is nothing like the dish or something that you know that person hates because every time after you eat it you taste mouthwash.

You calmly sit down and just watch the people as you eat your meal. The person you least expected it to be - oh god it can’t be - looks up and is just like 'fuck’ and has that expression on their face.

They look around and see you. Their eyes widen at what you’re eating. You’re the only one eating it. You smirk and wave at them because 'haha sucker you laughed when I was teased about my soulmate and it’s you!’

Or one day you turn to your best friend like 'hey, can you see if anyone is eating -’ your eyes widened as you see they’re eating the EXACT MEAL you can taste.

Or a different ending where you follow a celebrity on Instagram and just see a picture of a steak with the caption being 'why the hell do I taste banana and honey… I’m eating a steak!’

And you just drop your toast. Your family stares at you as you squeal. Then you realise 'shit. That could be anyone.’ But you do taste steak… 'But anyone can be eating steak!’ You rush to the kitchen and pull out dark chocolate and go to the bathroom and start brushing your teeth.

Soon you see another picture of a steak and a caption of 'okay, now I’m tasting ANOTHER thing that clashes with my meal. Soulmate, please let me eat in peace… AND WHO HAS DARK CHOCOLATE AND TOOTHPASTE?!?! Will my future babies eat like this too? God save me…’

Something like that.

Oops

A/N: this is just a funny little concept (also add me on snapchat bc I’m v lonely lmao and I like to post snaps about my fat cat: sammy-campbell) (plzzzzzzzz I’m v lonely and I want friends lmao)

Genre: fluff I guess idk shits pretty funny

Pairing: Dan x reader

Summary: let’s just say there’s a pretty awkward confession of some sorts

Warnings: swears but that’s to be expected (it’s also gonna be really short and most of it will probs be written in a texting format)

Word Count: 871 words

Your P.O.V

I was on the couch eating a bag of crisps while the tv was blaring in the background when my phone vibrates beside me, and then again, and then again….. and then again

‘Stupid group chat’ I muttered to myself in annoyance. It wasn’t much of a group chat, just some of my closest friends. There was my ultimate best friend, and then there were Dan and Phil.

I really liked talking to Dan and Phil on this particular group chat in all honesty, because the banter is always top notch that leaves me in laughing fits, especially over Dan (no I don’t like him pffffftttt what are you talking about you’re crazy???!?!??!!?!?!!!!??!?)

                                        Internet Sluts 👅🍆💦 
                        (an actual group chat name I’ve been in)

Danyul:
okay, who the hecky was in charge of naming this group chat?

Best Fraaaannnnd:
that would be me 💁👑

Danyul:
why am i not surprised?

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                           I mean, the original idea for the name was gonna be way worse

Philly:
Do I want to know?

Best Fraaaannnnd:
Probs not tbh

Danyul:
ive imagined it and now I have regrets

Best Fraaaannnnd:
Oh please it’s probably not as bad as you’re thinking get a grip dan omg

Danyul:
whAT COULD POSSIBLY BE WORSE THAN ‘internet sluts 👅🍆💦

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                            Okay that’s enough you two, break it up yeeeeaaaaa

These were the kinds of moments I lived for in the group chat, there was never a dull moment

'You need to tell your boyfriend to get a grip’

I get a text from my best friend. I roll my eyes at how salty they’re being. And yeah, okay so maybe I like Dan, but it’s not big of a deal…. right?

'He’s not my boyfriend lmao I wish tho’

I reply back and then lock my phone. And then I started thinking and contemplating things, I unlock my phone and start typing a message to my best friend

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                  Sometimes I wonder if Dan will ever like me back

                                                                             Well, the way I like him anyways

Philly:
I suppose you don’t have the wrong chat, do you, (Y/N)?

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                                                                             HOLY SHIT

                                                                                                                OH FUCK

                                                                                                   WHAT THE FUCK

                                                                                              WRONG CHAT SHIT

                                                                                                    HOW THE FUCK

                                                                                                                       UGH

                                                                           HOW DO I DELETE MESSAGES

                                                                                                     FUCKING FUCK

Best Fraaaannnnd:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING OMG

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                             sTOP LAUGHING AT ME YOU JACKASS

                                                                                                             IM CRYING

                                                                       HOW DID I FUCK UP THIS BADLY

Best Fraaaannnnd:
IM SORRY BUT THIS IS GOOD SHIT LMAO I CANT BELIEVE YOU FUCKED UP LIKE THIS

THIS IS THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN ALL WEEK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Danyul:
Wtf did I just walk in on?

Philly:
A lot ngl

Best Fraaaannnnd:
OH DANIEL HOW NICE OF YOU TO JOIN US AGAIN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                                How the fuck do you leave group chats?

Best Fraaaannnnd:
HAHAHAHA YOURE NOT LEAVING YOURE GONNA MAN THE FUCK UP AND FACE WHAT HAPPENED

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                 I THOUGHT WE WERE HAVING A PRIVATE CONVERSATION OMG

                                                                                     THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT

                                                                                       I BLAME YOU ENTIRELY

                       YOU BROUGHT UP THE SUBJECT THIS IS NOW YOUR FAULT

Danyul:
wait, you like me?

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                                                                                          NO

Best Fraaaannnnd:
FUCKING YES LMAO

Philly:
Ngl this is the single best thing to happen all week lmao

I might need some popcorn this is like a modern day soap opera

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                                                               PHIL NOT HELPING

Danyul:
(Y/n), you like me?

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                                                                                   maybe?

Danyul:
its okay bc i like you too

like the way you like me

ive had a massive crush on you for years

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                                                                                     Wait….

                                                                                                                   You do?

Best Fraaaannnnd:
You do?

Philly:
Yeah, you do?

I’m so confused

I thought you would’ve told me

Danyul:
The reason I didn’t tell you Phil, is because you can’t keep secrets to save your life

Philly:
I mean, you’re right,

But still,

I’m offended.

Best Fraaaannnnd:
OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT WHO TOLD WHO AND WHY NOBODY TOLD PHIL,

DAN AND (Y/N) LIKE EACH OTHER

ROMANTICALLY

WHAT ARE YOU TWO GOING TO DO NOW

BC IM NOT GONNA LIE, I REALKY WANT DAN AND (Y/N) BABIES LIKE ASAP

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                         Okay first of all, (best friends name) get real,

                                                                                                          Second of all,

           We literally just found out and in all honesty I’m still trying to process what            happened

                                                                                                           And honestly

                            I never thought it would happen in this god forsaken group chat

Danyul:
I guess all there is left to do is this:

(Y/N),

Would you be willing to go on a date with me this weekend?

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                                                              of course I would dan

Best Fraaaannnnd:
YAAAASSSSS FUCKING FINALLY

MY OTP

                                                                                                                      (Y/N):
                                                                                    i thought phan was your otp

Best Fraaaannnnd:
SHHHHHHHH THEY DONT NEED TO KNOW

(Tag urself I’m 'best fraaaannnnd’)
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"Could Onodera possibly be that girl from ten years ago...?"

A LIFETIME (WITH YOU) by charlesdk

Words: 30776
Rating: Teen +
Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

If you ask him, Derek will tell you he’s doing fine. He’s raising his five year old daughter, Erica, on his own, he has his family and a book series published that’s pretty popular and sold well. Under a pseudonym, sure, but it counts.

He’ll tell you he’s doing pretty alright – right up until Stiles Stilinski stumbles into his and Erica’s lives and never really leaves again.

Derek’s world gets shaken up, but things get better. Slowly, for all of them.

Read on AO3.


Happiest of birthdays to my sweet baby monkey, the cutest bulbasaur, and my wonderful wife, @the-mess-sterek-left-behind!! I appreciate the hell out of you, and you mean more to me than you know. Thank you for being an incredible part of my life.

This is for all the sprees you’ve done, for all the stupid typos you’ve made that has made me laugh, for all your cute rambles, for your sappy moments, for every poem you’ve written me, for your comforting words, for always being there for me, for everything.

I love you, baby, to the other end of the galaxy and back. ♥

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"Ah, there is dirt on your face. I'll wipe it for you. There!"

anonymous asked:

God,, the goshihina tag hasnt been uploaded in ages and its my biggest haikyuu OTP.... i just need more good art or a good fic or something cuz im dying here i love my two baby birds so much

gosh anon i know what you mean! goshihina is adorable and i’ve pretty much exhausted what’s on tumblr already so have some head-canons to tide you over! (have you read all the fics on ao3 already lol)


  • goshiki has a massive praise kink and he secretly loves it when hinata does his sparkly ‘gwahhh’ thing
  • hinata is more jealous than goshiki, surprisingly (or is it), and he will kiss goshiki to prove his point
  • hinata sometimes practices with goshiki at shiratorizawa and vice versa
  • at first, karasuno wasn’t sure about the relationship, since goshiki was gunning for the shiratori-ace title, but they have accepted him into their nest
  • the eagle and crow motif is not lost on either of them
  • goshiki’s fave types of kisses are sloppy ones and hinata is always eager to indulge ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)
  • hinata is a hug monster and he fits so well in goshiki’s arms
  • hinata 100% asked goshiki out first
  • goshiki makes flower crowns for hinata and natsu the first time he meet hinata’s family. hinata did not cry

Let’s pretend we’re eight years old playing hookey, I’ll draw on the wall and you can play UFC rookie / Then we’ll grow up, take our clothes off / And you remind me that I wanted you to k i s s me when we find some time alone … and then we can do anything we want

Imagine your OTP- Things My SO has said
  • "Oh my god your feet are freezing!!"
  • "Aw. he's an adorable furry little asshole."
  • "Do I be smart and eat healthy, or do I eat Cheesy Death
  • before work?"
  • "I want to get the 12" subwoofer so we can FEEL explosions on movie night!"
  • "Our neighbors hate us."
  • "WHY DO YOU NOT REPLACE THE TOILET PAPER IT'S LITERALLY A FOOT ABOVE THE TOILET."
  • "Uh Oh...Another Feelsy Doctor Who episode?"
  • "WHY. JUST WHY."
  • "Are you ever going to EAT these bananas, or are they just
  • going to become another science experiment?"
  • "BECAUSE REASONS THAT'S WHY."
  • "I may be passed out on the couch when you get home."
  • "Can you NOT touch the toilet please??"
  • "I know. Germaphobe weirdness."
  • "XBOX. STOP BEING A DICK."
  • "We need a bigger bathtub."
  • "Baby no that is not justifiable homicide DO NOT KILL HIM."
  • "You've been picking up a lot of extra shifts... I'm worried you're going to make yourself sick this many days without a day off."
  • "Are you only just now realizing the three-rolls-of-Paper-towels thing?"
  • "What the hell is this in the coffee pot?!"
  • "Sorry you're having a bad day... would chocolate and cuddles make it better?"
  • Write your pairings in the tags
Dedication Part 4: Coda - A Moriel Fic

At long, long, long last the final part of this moriel pre series monster is finished! yay! thank you so much @widowshulk for looking through this for me! 

Part 1: Shadow Song 

Part 2: Dawn Chorus 

Part 3: Concerto 

Title: Dedication Part 4: Coda 

Summary: Rhys leaves Azriel and Mor alone, returning to the Night Court. Both of them find themselves torn from sleep by ragged nightmares as their pasts return to haunt them. Together, they work through some of the horrors in their past and find themselves drawn closer together as a result. 

Teaser:  ‘“Morrigan, Morrigan,” she looks at him without really seeing him. “It’s not real,” he whispers softly, knowing that those words are thin and empty as what she witnessed in that dream had been real. But not now, not anymore, he found her, brought her here, saved her. “I’m here,” he breathes quietly, wondering if that can possibly calm her, “I’m here with you, Morrigan. I’m here, it’s all right now.”’

Link: AO3 

Familiar silence once again folds Azriel into its waiting arms. The cabin around him is quiet. Rhys left a few hours before, taking the healer with him; Mor, thankfully, still sleeps soundly in the other room. No-one has intruded upon their peace since Rhys left. Azriel hasn’t budged from the chair he obstinately settled himself in after his talk with Rhys. He had promised her that he would stay close; that he wouldn’t leave her, and he has no intention of breaking that promise.

The domestic magic of the cabin urges him to look after himself, offering food and drink in abundance and providing pillows and blankets. He ignores it all. But even his iron cast will isn’t enough to stop him from dozing. Using his power to jump between the Night Court and Autumn, his frantic, terrified searching in the snow and then the hundreds of miles he flew at breakneck speed to get Mor to safety all without pausing or resting have taken their toll on him. His eyes are heavy and, in spite of himself, he eventually sinks into sleep, reluctant but irresistible, like drowning in thick quicksand.

His dreams are twisted and dark. The faces of his brothers, horribly contorted, spring up all around him, pressing in, getting closer and closer and closer all the time, the way the walls in his cell had done when he had been a child. Blackness, deep and complete, obscures his vision as they swarm over him, blotting out the world once more.

Flame blazes, a horrifying light in the darkness that he wishes to extinguish. His relief that his brothers do not once more turn that wild, roaring hunger upon him again is short-lived. A moment later he notices Morrigan curled, helpless, on the floor of his cell. Her body is covered in blood and bruises as it had been when he had found her only hours before in the Autumn Court. His brothers are advancing on her. Azriel cries out in panicked desperation, fighting to get to her, but his wings are pinned once more, staked to the wall behind him and he is as helpless as he was all those years ago. His brothers reach her, pulling her up from the floor and bearing down upon her with the sick smiles he came to know so well. Her eyes go wide and she stares at him, pleading, terrified, as their hands leave more marks upon her delicate skin, they douse her in the same oil that had once covered his hands, the scent making him convulse and strain, trashing to get to her, to stop them but then they-

Her scream pierces his soul and tears him from the nightmare.

Azriel jerks awake, covered in sweat and panting. The echo of that cry is piercing and so full of terror it cuts straight through his ribs, jarring his bones, and strikes directly at his heart. It takes him several pounding heartbeats to realise that it does not exist only in his dreams.

Azriel is on his feet in seconds, diving for the door of Mor’s bedroom. The cabin was impossible to find, impossible to enter, how could they have gotten to her? How could he have let them?

Drawing the sword in a single fluid motion from where it’s sheathed at his spine Azriel bursts through the door to her room, sinking into a stance ready to attack in order to defend on instinct. He quickly realises however that the room is empty but for the two of them.

Sheathing his sword Az berates himself for not having seen this coming. Of course she would have nightmares following what she’d been through. Shaking off the memories of his own he crosses the room to her, swift and silent and kneels down beside her.

She’s thrashing so wildly on the bed, clearly petrified, that she’s tangled herself badly in the sheets which have wrapped around her body and pinned her like twisting ropes. This restraint only terrifies her further, no doubt reminding her of her ordeal and she fights even harder to escape, her eyes wide and horrified as they had been in his dreams.

Afraid that she’s going to hurt herself Azriel catches her wrists gently but firmly in his hands, stopping her struggling so wildly, making her notice his presence. “Morrigan, Morrigan,” she looks at him without really seeing him. “It’s not real,” he whispers softly, knowing that those words are thin and empty as what she witnessed in that dream had been real. But not now, not anymore, he found her, brought her here, saved her. “I’m here,” he breathes quietly, wondering if that can possibly calm her, “I’m here with you, Morrigan. I’m here, it’s all right now.”

He murmurs softly to her, repeating her name and soft, vague comforts until her great, brown eyes manage to focus on him. The moment he sees her take him in and understand her situation he releases her wrists, severing the contact between them. Shifting in a little closer Az works to quickly and deftly untangle her. The entire time he works on her she sits unnaturally still save for her uncontrollable, violent trembling.

As soon as he frees her, dropping the blankets to the floor to reinforce that, her whole body becomes boneless and she folds in on herself, sobbing, knees drawn up to her chest, slender body shaking with the force of her convulsions.

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