guess when my last shower was!!!!!

Dear Ex-Best Friend,
So I’m writing this currently and there’s so much I could say but I don’t know how to say any of it. Are you hurting, are you affected by this at all? I’m not trying to come off as an ass but I genuinely want to know are you hurting. I mean when the final decision was made I cried on and off for 2 hours. And currently, I’m still not fully over it. I don’t think I ever will be. I know they’ll be days when I see you at school or on the bus and my heart will just hurt because it’ll make me think of what we used to have and it’ll want that again. I hate the fact that I lost you, my best friend. The memories we shared are ones I’m never going to forget. They’ll always be in the back of my mind and every now and then they’ll come back and show me the amazing life I had with you. You were there for me through pretty much everything whether the problem is big or small. You made me feel like I wasn’t alone and that I didn’t have to feel weird about things. You were also my support and backbone through everything, whether the situation is stupid or serious. You were always there and now not having you here a piece of me is missing. When you left I literally felt my heart just break and then I felt empty, but now I don’t know what I feel. I just feel nothing I guess. I wanted you to be the friend that when my kids asked “Mom who is your best friend?”, I could say you. I wanted us to be the 2 old crazy ladies in the nursing home dancing to One Direction. I wanted you to be the one to help me plan my wedding and my baby shower(s). I wished and wished that we could be those friends that their bond lasts forever, but it was only just a wish. Eventually, I’ll move on but I’ll never forget you, and I hope you’ll never forget me. I still look at your page and from an outside point of view it looks like you don’t care, but I don’t really know that. I hope I don’t look stupid for crying all that time and just wishing it was a dream that I could wake up from. I hope that I’m not the only one who now has a piece of their heart missing that’ll never be found. I hope one day along the road possibly we can bump into each other and automatically connect like nothing ever bad happened. I’m probably hoping for something that’s never going to happen but hey, a girl can only hope. I guess this is goodbye. I don’t want it to be but it has to. Well, bye I guess and I hope you have a good life.

Your ex best friend

Living Togethers hcs

Okay, but since Ty and Ethan have confirmed that they live seperate from Mark and together, I’ve had way too hcs to not share.

- okay but hear me out: sleepy mornings
- Ethan, who stayed up all night the night before, asleep on the couch with an empty cup of coffee in his hand
- Tyler catching him in the morning and just
• “he’s so beautiful”
- literally Ty staring at Ethan until Ethan wakes up
- “coffee please”
- literally both of them knowing how the other prefers their coffee

- or fighting over who gets the shower first
-“you got it last time, no fair!!” “snooze you lose.”
- brushing their teeth together
- *psa they fought over the design of the shower curtain
- Ethan won (only bc he has the lil blu boi eyes)

- they don’t do laundry until they know they absolutely have to (or when Ty tells Ethan to)
- “is that my sweater?” “no, its mine.” “Eth, its practically a dress on you.” “iTS CLEAN OKAY??”
- also like Eth color sorting everything while Ty goes by who the clothing belongs to (by this point, they’re guessing)

Can we like talk about them cooking together
- Ethan who is accustomed to a gymnasts diet and refuses to eat anything, like too greasy
- and Ty who has to be careful with certain foods cuz of his kidney
- so they either completely agree on something or have two seperate meals
- but they love cooking together
- feeding each other a piece of food while the other is busy stirring or smth
- i just ??

I love that they live together (might do pt 2?? i dunno, u tell me)

Mr Douchebag- Stiles Stilinski

Author: @maddie110201 

Pairing- Dylan x Chloe

Word count- 3,884

Warnings- Cringey smut ;) 

AN: This was for @writing-obrien Competition (thus Chloe x Reader) But i also decided to post it as well! Im not sure how much i like this and im not really too proud of it but oh whale. I’ve been meaning to post something for months now!!!! Also thanks to the lovely @dylan-trash-tbh for proofreading this for me!!!

Originally posted by allmyworry

Stiles. Fucking. Stilinski.

Stiles is my best friend. Or was. I’m not sure how to feel now, considering he has ruined every relationship i’ve been in. I’m not sure why he does it or why he thinks he’s “protecting me” but i’m getting really sick and tired of it.

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Love You Forever (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I’m still shook about last nights episode and i don’t think I will ever recover 😂 here is a very depressing but touching imagine. I might have cried writing this so I hope you guys don’t.
Warnings: death, depression, low self esteem
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader and Spencer are best friends at the BAU and the reader is in love with spencer and everyone can see it except him so when maeve gets taken the reader manages to save her but ends up getting killed
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: reader struggles with body image issues…
2 years.
For two years you have been working at the BAU.
1 year 27 weeks.
That’s how long you have been in love with Spencer Reid.
The whole team knew once you told Penelope but even though Spencer is a genius, he sure is oblivious to love.
He has been your best friend but never showed any interest in being more than friends, which you respected, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.
It hurt when you saw Spencer sitting by himself, reminding you that you couldn’t be his.
He’s so independent.
He’s independent until you make him depend on you.
When he bottles up emotions, you find a way to make him talk to you, opening him up to release anything that was on his mind.
He claims you were the only one who could do that.
And one night, he told you something that shattered your heart.
“Her name is Maeve and… I really like her…” you basically spaced off after that.
Are you not good enough?
Is that what it was?
You felt a tear fall down your cheek.
Damn it.
Good thing Spencer was looking at his lap, where he was sitting crisscross on the couch in front of you.
You quickly wiped the tear, but Spencer noticed.
“Y/N are you okay?” He asked a hint of concern in his voice.
“Yeah I'm… I’m really happy for you.” You said quietly.
By now, he knew something was up.
Thoughts fled his mind as he tried to profile your emotions.
“Is there something you want to tell me? Your holding back something. I will listen I promise.” He said reaching for your hand but you pulled back, knowing his touch is just going to make you nauseous.
“I'm… I’m okay. I promise. I’m just… I’m really happy for you. Im glad you… you found someone.” You said, the last part quiet and filled with disappointment.
He didn’t believe you.
He assumed you needed time alone so he patted your shoulder and left your apartment.
You did need the alone time.
Well time away from him.
You need to try to get over him, find a distraction before this gets out of hand.
Over the past month Spencer has told you all about Maeve and how important she was to him, stabbing you repeatedly in the heart as he rambled about her.
“She’s already the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I don’t care what she looks like.” He said staring at the ceiling.
You broke down, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Sorry I need to leave.” You said, your voice breaking as you sped away.
About a month after that, Maeve had gone missing and Spencer was torn.
It hurt you to see him like this, distant, scared and lost of hope.
He came to your door multiple times with red eyes and a runny nose.
You took care of him of course, but you were half tempted to hand him over to JJ so the pain would stop.
He could crumple in your arms as you stroked his soft hair, telling him it’s going to be okay.
He had even slept over a few times but the last time you couldn’t help it anymore.
When Spencer was sleeping, you kissed his forehead.
“Spencer Reid… I don’t know how I could fall in love with you so fast but… I guess it was just your personality and hearing your soft voice as you rambled about random stuff. But I love you. Not just as a friend but like… I would have liked to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to wake you up in the morning with coffee and shower you in kisses because you deserve the world. But, I know there’s someone else… to do that. I-I hope she treats you well because you deserve it. You deserve it and so much more.” You felt tears spill over your cheeks as you kissed his forehead once more before walking to the kitchen.
The next day, Spencer had put his life on the line.
You weren’t exactly sure what happened, but you know he risked his life.
Now you were on the way to the warehouse where Maeve was being held captive by Diane Turner.
You and the team walked in, guns out of holsters and out in front of you.
“You would kill your self for her?!” Diana yelled as Spencer stood in front of her with his hands in the air.
“Yes.” He said sincerely.
“Wait! Diane right? You had the thesis about suicide killing brain cells right?” You asked putting your gun back in its holster.
“Why do you care?” She snapped holding the gun tighter to Maeve’s head.
“It’s wrong. I read it. I’m actually the one who convinced Ms. Donovan to reject it. She knew it was wrong but I knew how a biased thesis like that would have never passed. Let me take her place. Killing Maeve won’t do you any good. But if you really want to kill someone… kill me.”
“Y/N what are you…”
“Let’s see how your thesis was wrong. I’m putting my life on the line. I’m willing to die. You have no proof that your thesis works. Let me be your test dummy. Do it shoot me.” You said throwing your gun to the side and taking off your FBI vest.
Multiple people were yelling.
“Put down the gun!”
“Y/N what the hell are you doing?”
“Stop taking off your vest.”
“Let her go.” You said keeping eye contact with her.
Diane slowly let go of Maeve and while she was doing so you charged at her, attempting to tackle her and take away your gun but you were interrupted by a loud boom.
You were shot in the pelvis, making you fall to the floor.
You could have swore that would have worked.
Your head hit the ground as you saw JJ run over to Maeve and Derek cuff Diane.
“Y/N Y/N hey look at me.” You heard Spencer say as your body was slightly lifted.
He pressed down on your wound, but nothing hurt.
“Hey your going to be okay.” He said brushing hair out of your face.
“No. No Spencer I’m not.” You said as you choked back tears.
“Don’t-don’t say that you will okay.” He said as tears filled his eyes.
“Spencer… I love you. I’ve loved you for-for a long time okay? Please take care of yourself. Please be careful. I love you so much I’m sorry I couldn’t do better.” You said choking on hot liquid that turned out to be blood.
You saw confusion and compassion in his eyes.
“No you-your going to live. Your going to live.” He repeated but you could already feel your body start to numb.
He was lost for words.
He wanted to say more but he was shocked and everything was coming together.
At that point he knew what was wrong with you that one night.
He now pieced together the little signs he never noticed until now.
How your pupils dilated when you looked at him.
How you got a little shy whenever he would touch you.
The redness in your cheeks when he would smile at you.
“I’m-I’m so sorry.” He said as tears fell down his face.
“You don’t have to-to be. Just know that I love you p-please.” You said with a faint smile.
His blood-covered hand shook as he hugged you tighter.
He started to cry.
Not just shed tears; he started to sob uncontrollably as he felt the last rise and fall of your chest.
“No no please. Someone help me please!” He yelled holding your faint body in his arms.
The medics finally got there and had you on life support, but it was your time.
You risked your life for Spencer’s happiness and if you could you would do it again.
All you wish of now, up in heaven, is that he keeps going.
That he lives a happy life and gets the care he deserves.

STORY TIME so late last night my boyfriend and I stopped by the gas station for gas and drinks and since I was braless and barefoot he went inside to pay without me and just randomly fucking returned with roses and two king-sized Reese’s cups for me so I guess the moral of the story is if someone loves you enough to bring you adorable presents when you’re half-dressed and haven’t showered in two days you don’t ever fucking let them go

Water Under the Bridge

Summary: Bucky has been distancing himself from you, but you don’t know why. Requested by anon, based on the song “Water Under the Bridge” by Adele.

Bucky x reader. ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, SOME FLUFF. Word count: 2,003.

TW: brief language, mild smut.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I didn’t want to post something I didn’t think I put my best effort into. I hope you like it!

Your name: submit What is this?

“G’morning, Buck. I made some coffee. Cream, no sugar—just how you like it,” you said as Bucky came out of your bedroom, showered and dressed but still visibly exhausted.

“Thanks, but I’m late. See you after work,” said Bucky, racing past you as he reached for his jacket. He quickly threw it on and grabbed the door handle before you stopped him.

“Umm, babe? Forgetting something?” you asked, waiting for your goodbye kiss like you got every morning.

“Right. Keys,” said Bucky, pulling his keys out of the dish by the door and leaving without another word.

“He didn’t even say goodbye,” you murmured on your way to the shower. Even on days when he was running late Bucky would always kiss you on the forehead and tell you he loved you before running out the door.

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Guess who finished this last night and forgot to post it because they fell asleep……………… Nonsexual intimacy is my fuckign JAM. :9

The best part of missions was always the end of them – and coming home afterward.

Even if home was usually just the dormitory at the Watchpoint – still nicer than anything you’d had in college, you would admit – it had a clean bed, and even more blessedly, en suite bathrooms. Not spacious or grand by any means, but there was a shower and privacy and hot water in good supply.

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Prompt - y/n comes back to beacon hills and see her ex Peter hale. Warnings ~ none Pairing ~ Peter hale x reader Note - y/n = your name, y/h/c = your hair color

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you turned at the sound of you name to see a pair of green eyes you hadn’t seen in nearly 15 years.

“Derek hale, wow” you said opening your arms to hug him. As a teen you had spent time with the hale family. Talia had known your family had offered to let you all stay for a while when your mother helped her with a hunter problem.

“what are you doing here” he asked smiling. “Well where do I start, I ran away from my coven after they got into some black magic that nearly killed us, so I wanted a new start and beacon hills was the one place I was happy.” you told him. After explaining you was still finding a permanent place the was a hotel you were currently staying in. Derek was having none of it telling the was plenty of space in the loft for you stay there free.


“is this a good idea? ” peter whispered watching the (y/h/c) woman reading on the couch. Derek laughed “she’s staying! It’s not going to be a problem is it?” He asked with a smirk and raised eyebrow. Peter grumbled “she hates me you know that right” Derek just laughed again “that’s not my fault" 


You had finished putting your things in the new room Derek had shown you. After making a drink, you sat in the loft when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "y/n” peter said. “go away” you replied as coldly as you could. Peter turned around going back to his room knowing y/n wouldn’t speak to him.  But couldn’t help hear her take an upset shaky breath and her heart beat change giving him hope she still cared enough to be upset.

A little later Derek came back with a few teenagers and quickly introduce you to them all. Y/n went back to the kitchen to make some dinner. “who is she?” stiles asked Derek who was rolling his eyes “an old friend,” “my ex girlfriend” peter said before Derek could finish. “what” both Lydia and Stiles said in unison wide eyed at the ex alpha. Peter listened and could hear y/n still cooking and hadn’t hear the pair shout. “they was together when they both was in school, it didn’t end very well” Derek said Peter looked at Derek his eyes screaming shut up. “she’s like half your age how is that even..” stiles started mumbling trying to work out ages Peter was 30ish, y/n only looked in her early 20s. “she’s a grand witch she has a different aging process she’s the same age as me but looks 10 years younger” peter told stiles annoyed by the boys questions.


Peter had stayed sat on his usual place on the staircase. You had begun getting to know everyone, you and Lydia quickly became friends fast along with stiles. They was talking about the last thing that nearly killed them, “yes we had all forgotten him we had a picture it had vanished” stiles and Lydia was telling y/n about the ghost riders.

Peter watched seeing this as a chance to talk to y/n. “it was intense stiles and I where trapped..” peter was cut off. Y/n had lifted her hand without looking  at Peter. The glasses on the table, the mirror and light bulb all smashed. “I said don’t talk to me” you shouted. Peter coughed bushing off the broken glass that had come from the bulb above him “you can’t still be that angry” he looked at her waiting for an answer but didn’t get one “your gonna have to speak to soon y/n” peter said louder in a singsong way as she snarled him and walked way.

“what! happened! between! you two! I have to know!” stiles said giddy nearly coming out of his sit. Lydia raised her hand a little “I would also like to know.” as she started to clean up the table.


Peter took a deep breath before telling his story. “When y/n moved in I had fallen for right away, she was gorgeous funny loving and powerful,” he waved his arm around showing the damage she’s done tonight. “we had become a couple straight away and truly loved each other never apart, until one day the was a party at one of the basketball players houses. I wanted to go but y/n hated party’s and didn’t. So after a massive fight, I went anyway, after a few hours I joined in a game if truth or dare. My dare was to kiss some girl from the cheerleader squad. When y/n walked in. She had changed her mind and wanted to say sorry about our fight and she saw me kissing the girl. The next day I tried to tell her I was sorry but she’s so stubborn she wouldn’t speak to me I got angry so I didn’t shift into a werewolf I grabbed her tried to kiss her. That’s when all the windows in the house shattered the mirrors plates cups glass everything broke. Including all the bones in my body shattered. She walked out as I laid screaming and I haven’t seen her since until Derek brought her here”

Peter walked away, still thinking about the day y/n left. Determine to fix it or at least say sorry. Not a day had gone by he hadn’t wished her back. Y/n was the only person Peter had ever loved.


Y/n listened to peter explaining to the stunned teens. You could see the pain he felt in his eyes. As Peter walked to the stairs you hid so he couldn’t see you watching him. Feeling hurt at the vivid memory. Watching him also brought back the good ones. When he used to take you on midnight picnics or how you stayed in bed all day like nobody else in the world existed.

No one saw Peter the rest of the but you kept looking to the staircase for him, Derek kept you talking every time he saw you asking a question nudging stiles to talk. He had always known when Peter was on your mind as kids and always found a way get your mind off him when needed.


Peter woke early and could hear mumbling from y/n room as he walked outside the door he smiled knowing she was sleep talking. the sound of his name made him freeze he pressed his ear to the door but didn’t hear anymore works just the single soft sob. He ran to his room getting dressed she dreams about me he thought to himself feeling proud. He went to Deaton to see if he could find a way to stop y/n magic long enough to talk to her.

You woke you to see Derek packing ropes and chains “morning y/n” he call happily. It was to early for you to be that smiley “I’m going out and Peter’s not here you’ll have the loft to yourself today” this made you smile you didn’t want to see any if the hale boys until you woken fully. “what’s with the kinky gear” you joked as you yawned covering your mouth with one hand pointing at his bag with the other, making him blush “it’s Erm it’s not like that we’re, we’re doing training and I wanna see of the can escape traps.” he stuttered  embarrassed then laughed when you  rolled my eyes laughing at his pink cheeks “Derek hale gone red who’d of thought it would be so easy,  well have fun then I guess chaining up your betas” Derek left with a rare smile.

After a coffee you got dressed and went into Derek’s training room. You put you headphones on finding the perfect work out music. You saw a small set of gloves and put them on going to the punching bag. After an hour you had gotten rid of all your pent up aggression from the last 24hrs.

Feeling good you went to get a shower when you saw Peter in the living room crouched on the floor. He stood up looking at you with a devilish smile. You knew that smile it meant he was up to no good or had something planned.


You went to go up the stairs when Peter blocked your path. “please just talk to me” his eyes pleaded stirring into yours. His eyes always made you weak he could look at you and making you melt. “leave me alone” you answer looking away still wanting to be mad at him, not wanting to forgive him for braking your heart.

Going to walk past him he grabs your arms, pushing and pinning you to the wall. You shout and wave your hands but nothing happens. Peter lets you go but still stands close. You try to make him move with another force of magic but again nothing. Peter laughed “look at the floor”. Looking down you see a pentagram with lots of symbols around it. “it blocks you magic” you slap him and push him back, his eyes turn blue “you are going to let me talk y/n” he started then looked down thinking how he wanted to say his next words.

“I miss you I was so stupid that night.” you go to walk away not being able to step outside the chalked symbol. “break it” you say not wanting to talk about it with him. He didn’t speak turning to face him “break it now” you scream loader.

Peter refused, “not until your no longer angry with me anymore or at least hear me out ” he says low. That was it you didn’t know what cane over you. “angry doesn’t even begin to explain!” you start pacing up and down, “You broke my heart, I loved you Peter more then anything and you cheated on me. I hated myself for months thinking why was I never good enough, I cared about so much it hurt to be away from you. I believed all those silly little promises about being you made eternal mate marks and soul mates but then I saw you and her kissing. I knew I was a fool for believing you” you had gotten so load and was so angry if you magic was working you would blow out a whole block. The tears now ran down your face, your breathing erratic you knew it was all too much. Every ounce of pain, hate anger fear all came out in that one rant. Causing a panic attack.

Peter saw the start of your attack and ran to you putting his arms around your back pulling you into a tight hug trying to calm you. You slide your arms around him missing the feeling of being held by him, your heart and breath quickly stabilizing. “shh” he whispered rubbing your back trying to stop your crying “I’m sorry I hurt you, you leaving me hurt more then the pain when you shattered my bones. I swear I loved you” he took a breath and held you tightly “I still do” he said lower but you still heard him.

You let go looking at him. “What did you say?” knowing exactly what you heard but wanting to double check. “I never stopped loving you y/n, I’d do anything to show you that” he sadly smiled holding out his hand to you. You don’t take it.

“What if I don’t love you anymore” you lied trying to show you didn’t forgive him that easy. He now had a smirk across his lips. “we both know that’s not true, you can’t lie to me y/n) with each word he moved closer to you until his lips were against your ear. "I can hear you heartbeat I know you still feel something” his hands held your waist.

Peter leaned in for a kiss and against all the logical senses you had you kissed him back. You could feel him smile against your lips before pulling his head away and resting it on your forehead. “I love you and if you take me back I’ll prove it everyday” he asked more then told. clearly seeing he truly meant it, You stood on your tiptoes kissing his cheek “you best had Hale” smiling happy to have the only person you had ever loved back.

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist laughing and screaming. He kicked a gap in the chalk cycle carrying you into the other half of the room to the couch.

“I missed you” was all he said as Derek and the pack walked in confused by the sight of you and Peter wrapped around each other with wide blushed smiles on your faces.

From Father to Son Pt. 1

Being a father is difficult. I have only ever wanted the best for my son, Tyler. The problem is, he just won’t listen to me. He defies me every chance he gets. Just like every other 17 year old, he just thinks he knows everything. In fact, we had just had an argument over another one of his foolish decisions and he stormed off to his bedroom. I just don’t know what to do with him anymore. I guess, worst case scenario, he turns 18 in two months…then he won’t be my problem anymore. I was so frustrated, I am just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

It happened when I was in the shower. I was letting the warm water run down my chest when my vision began to blur. I braced myself against the wall, when I began feeling nauseous. I blinked a few times and then, all of the sudden, I was laying on the floor. Nausea gone. Vision fine. But something was wrong. I was laying on carpet….last I checked, theres no carpet in my shower. When I sat up and looked around, I noticed I was in Tyler’s room. How did I even get here? I could hear the shower still running two rooms over. I was about to head back to my bedroom, but then I caught a glimpse of what I was wearing.

A Nike shirt and jeans? I was wearing exactly what Tyler was wearing, when we were arguing. Why would I be wearing his clothes? They shouldn’t even fit my larger body. I needed to find Tyler. I walked out of the bedroom, then I saw it. I saw my reflection in the hallway mirror. Except, it wasn’t my reflection….it was Tyler’s! I ran back into Tyler’s room and slammed the door shut. Breathing heavily, I started to catch on. I looked down. The reason Tyler’s clothes fit me, is because I was no longer in my larger body. I was in Tyler’s slim athletic body. Holy Shit. How did this even happen?? I had switched bodies with my son. I cautiously put my (his?) hands on the chest I now possessed. It was’t quite as large, but much more firm. And these arms, also firm. I didn’t realize Tyler was in such good shape. I went into his bathroom and looked in the mirror. Damn, I raised a pretty good looking son. I smiled and rubbed my face. Without even thinking, I took of the shirt Tyler was wearing when we swapped. I gotta say, his body is pretty nice. Everything from his shoulders to the v-lines on his hips.

I cupped my pec with my hand, then slid my hand down to my new belly button. So smooth. I always envied guys with smooth chests. Mine was so harry. I went lower and unbuttoned the jeans. Then I stopped. What was I doing?? This is my son! I can’t just strip him. Aren’t there laws against that kind of thing? Then the guilt quickly passed…..technically I am stripping myself….I mean I am currently in control. This is probably some sick dream anyway. I dropped the jeans to the floor. I was wearing a pair of black under armour underwear. I slid my finger across the waistline. Still feeling the guilt I didn’t look right away. But I could see the bulge. A very healthy bulge. I cupped it with my hand. I could feel it getting hard, the moment I touched it. I gave off a brief moan. I forgot what is was like being this young and hormonal. And hearing Tyler’s voice made it more erotic.

I slid my hand in, passing his neatly trimmed pubes, and grabbed ahold of my borrowed dick. It felt amazing. I dropped the underwear, so I could get a better look. How in the hell is his dick bigger than mine?! Not much bigger. But bigger none the less. I slid my finger along the shaft, letting out another moan. I began stroking it. I kept sliding my hand along my new equipment. Going faster and faster, until I blew my load in the bathroom sink. I haven came like that in years! I saw down on the edge of the bath tub. Sweating and panting. Thats when I saw my body in the door way.

“Just moving right in, aren’t you?” I heard my voice say.

“Tyler?!” I shouted. I didn’t even know what to say.

“For future reference, theres lube in the drawer to your left” He said with a smile.

“Tyler, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just woke up like this, I shouldn’t have touched your-”

“Don’t even worry about it dad. I have jercked off twice already.”

“What?!” I shouted. Then remembered that he caught me with his dick in my hands. “I guess you would have woken up in the shower….How was it?” I asked, while pulling the underwear back on.

“Better than I expected actually. You have a pretty nice tool.” Tyler cupped my former crotch.

“Thanks, your’s is pretty nice too. Wait! Why would you be expecting to jerk off in my body??”

“Because I was the one that switched us. I figured you would have guessed that by now. You seem so hell bent on controlling my life, so I am letting you control it. While I get to be the adult.”

“So you are giving me your body?” I asked.

“Yep, for now at least. So do what you want. Jerk off again, go screw some girls….or guys. Whatever. I am going to go do the same.” With that, he walked out of the room. I was stunned. Why would he give me his youthful body? Then, I stopped caring about the why. I get to do whatever I want! But first I thought, I reached into the drawer next to me and grabbed the lube. I smiled, and pulled my new dick back out.

Avenging Angel: Part 21

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1880

Warnings: None

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Braxton Covington was making it so very hard to remember that you were on a mission. Maybe you’d been starved of physical contact like this for too long, but every touch on the dance floor seemed to lower your inhibitions and make you forget why you should be wary of him.

The last time someone had paid attention to you like this was your college boyfriend, junior year. But even his touch hadn’t made you crave for more and feel as wanted as Braxton’s was right now.

It was in the way he gripped your hand to pull you back to him every time you teasingly started dancing away. The way his hand flattened against your stomach, holding your back against his muscular chest. The heavy breaths in your ear as he rolled your body with his.

There was no question. Braxton knew what he was doing on the dance floor.

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i did some things around the house when i got home from our girls weekend this afternoon. i was going to work some more on stuff for my sister’s shower, but i decided to keep reading. after not sleeping last night, this is some good downtime. my massage was good but oof it hurt (even though i asked for gentle pressure because i wanted to relax but i guess my back has been pretty jacked up lol), i know i should not complain haha but it’s nice to just be relaxing. now just waiting for hubs to get home from his weekend away!


It’s Fox-senpai from @ask-sensitive-bendy . Yeah I have this in mind since last week because I’m listening to “Safe and sound” by Capital cities and “Shower” by Becky G and “Lockdown” by Shara x (that doesn’t fit with that. My bad.) I will edit this on my broken tab (and cut my fingers at the same time) but I guess it’s worth it when I get a smile.)

Anyways hope ya ANjoy it (stupid pun) And next time I show the final result.
The Last Word - dreamforlife - 5 Seconds of Summer (Band) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Hey Cal,” Ashton says quietly. The ocean roars in the background, gentle and encouraging. “Happy anniversary.”

Calum just stares at him, a lingering stab of anger tense in his stomach despite the desire that trickles through his body in a shower of sparks. There’s a soft huff of laughter when Calum remains silent for a moment too long.

“I guess I’m doing the talking then,” Ashton jokes, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “Alright then.”

When he takes a deep breath and looks up at Calum, there is nothing but absolute certainty in those endless eyes. When he starts talking, Calum is left completely breathless.


Or, Ashton apologises with puppies when he forgets mundane things…until he forgets something important. Or does he?

Puppies aren’t going to fix this. But that ring might.

Lean On

Summary: It’s halfway into the tour and Dan’s feeling a bit run down. When he doesn’t have the energy, Phil is a shoulder to lean on. Inspired by these photos from dapgo…

Warnings: tatinof spoilers, pain, almost fainting (i feel like I should have something here)

Word count: 7.5k

A/N: Title inspired by ‘Lean On’ by Major Lazer, DJ Snake &  MØ (I’m a big fan of MØ - saw her live like a month ago and it was amazing)

We were nearing halfway into the tour, and from what we’d heard, this was the hardest point. We’d been on the road so long, yet the end was still felt so far away. Everyone was tired; everyone was struggling to get through their tasks each day. We were approaching our venue for this evening, and Dan and I were getting together our rucksacks of personal belongings to take inside. We needed our laptops and chargers, and towels and shampoo for a shower.

Once the bus had stopped outside, and we hopefully had all the belongings we needed, we got off of the bus and went into the venue. I had my pillow in case I got a chance to have a nap, but Dan hadn’t brought such an item on tour with him. He seemed to be relying on the bus and hotel pillows, which were a bit variable in comfiness.

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"Special to me" (Luke Hemmings)

Requested : Yes 

Can you do a Luke one where you’ve been best friends for a while and he keeps making sexual comments while you hang out and then he confesses his love for you and it gets really heated and he’s like really loud in bed? Thanks xx your writing is bomb

Rating : R

Word count : 2 536

Story line : Luke and you have been best friends for years and when he finally admits his feelings for you, it gets heated pretty quickly

I sat silently in the middle of the venue as the boys started playing a few songs for sound check. As usual, their manager had to tell them off for not taking this seriously and I found myself smiling like an idiot as Ashton pretended to be so madly in love with me he had to dedicate all the songs to me. I played along and placed my hand over my mouth in an ‘oh my god this is too cute’ gesture as Luke played the jealous guy and everyone started laughing again.

“(Y/N) please don’t make it harder for us, they need to concentrate” their manager yelled at me and I immediately stopped before giving him a nod to tell him that I understood. They started playing 'Don’t Stop’ and I watched intently as they finally rehearsed the song properly. They were good at this and anyone that ever saw them on stage could tell that they were born to perform.

“Every time you move to the beat; it gets harder for me and you know it, know it, know it” Luke sang and as he did, he raised an eyebrow at me and his lips curled up in a smirk as he saw me stand up and start to dance.

The afternoon went on rather quickly and the show, as per usual, was absolutely awesome. I was waiting backstage as they performed their last song and said goodbye to the fans before running off stage and Luke came straight to my opened arms for our usual hug. We all went back to the hotel and they all took a well-needed shower before ordering room service for the five of us.

“Guess who’s sleeping with a goddess tonight?” Luke yelled excitedly as he put an arm around my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and shoved him away as he started laughing like a little kid. Luke and I had known each other since kindergarten and when his band started to get successful, I genuinely thought we would slowly drift apart. I was actually really surprised to see that he called me every two days; and always found good reasons to buy me plane tickets to come and see him. It definitely made us stronger and I was now absolutely sure I’d have him in my life for as long as it would last.

“Alright, guys, we’re tired, so I think (Y/N) and I are going to head back to our room” Luke announced once we finished eating. I gave him a weird look as I didn’t feel tired at all and he was obviously just making it up.

“I’m not tired!” I complained and he gave me a small smile before pulling me into his chest, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“But you want me, and we can’t do that in front of them, baby so…” he answered, loudly whispering so that the other boys would hear as well.

“In your dreams, Hemmings” I joked as everyone waved us goodbye. Luke grabbed my hand and led me to our room before closing the door behind us. Once we were both in, I immediately went to the bathroom and started washing my face and doing all the usual things when I suddenly felt a pair of eyes burning holes into my back.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I turned around to face him.

“Huh… I… I need to talk to you” he answered, his playful mood completely gone as he now looked pretty worried and scared.

I grabbed a towel and dried my skin before walking back to the room where he was waiting for me on the bed. I sat down next to him, not really sure whether or not I was ready to hear what he was about to tell me; he seemed way too serious and anxious.

“Please promise me you’ll listen to everything, I really need to get this off my chest and you have to let me speak, please” he pleaded and I nodded as my eyes started to grow wide.

“Okay… So… I’m shit at this but huh… I have feelings for you, (Y/N)… I really thought that going on tour would kind of break our friendship but it’s more like the opposite actually and it made me realize just how much I need you in my life. You… You keep me grounded; it’s like, I’m this kind of big rock star during the shows and it feels great to have like the fans singing lyrics back and all but it gets really overwhelming at times and … I don’t know when I’m with you, I’m just that little boy from Sydney again who used to put Vegemite in the bottom of your socks just to annoy you… Life’s simple with you, it’s like I don’t have to be perfect all the time, I can just be me and … I’ve never felt that way with anyone before. I know I’m probably ruining it right this moment but I can’t pretend anymore. It makes me sick to not be able to wrap my arms around you each time you’re standing next to me and you don’t know just how hard it is for me to watch you talk and not be able to shut you up with a kiss because most of the time you’re just pointlessly rumbling or saying something that you know will annoy me. You’re special to me… We grew up together, and you know the real me; but you also accept the one I am when I’m out there. You accept that it is a part of me too and you’ve never complained about it even though it does change a lot of things for us. I just… I know you’re the one.” He confessed as I looked at him, frozen and speechless.

He raised his blue eyes and looked at me as he searched my face for any trace of reaction. I just couldn’t believe it; I’ve had feelings for Luke since I was 10. I never said anything because I always thought he deserved the best, and it was clearly not me. But there he was, all shaky and stressed and his eyes were filled with adoration and worry as he waited for me to say something. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out; my brain didn’t even seem to function anymore as I watched that perfect face fall into a frown as he probably thought I was turning him down.

I immediately grabbed his face with both hands and inched closer to him until our lips were brushing. I then pressed my mouth on his and savored the feeling I’d been dying to taste for such a long time. His lip ring brushed over my bottom lip and I thought I was going to melt on this very bed as one of his hand came to rest on my waist.

I felt his tongue brush over my lip and I parted them slightly to let him in as he shifted and pulled me on his laps so that I was straddling him. It then started to get really heated as he seemed pretty eager to explore my body with his hands. He ran his fingers under my shirt and up to my bra cups before massaging my breast with his palm as I tried to get as close to him as I could.

“I-I really want to make love to you” he breathed against my mouth as he placed a hand on the small of my back and took me with him as he fell on the bed, his back to the mattress and my chest pressed to his.

“I need you” I answered as his hands traveled down to cup my backside. His eyes instantly turned a darker shade and I’d lie if I said I wasn’t soaking at this point. I pressed my lips to his again and it soon turned into a hungry kiss as I starting rocking my hips on top of him.

“Shit, (Y/N)” he moaned and in that moment, I felt like the most powerful woman on the planet. It gave me enough confidence to trail my lips along his jawline and grab the hem of his tank top before slowly inching it up his torso and pulling it over his head. I then kissed down his chest and abs before running my tongue just above the top of his boxers. He groaned and shifted under me as I saw the tent on his jeans grow bigger. I decided to unzip them as I was myself dying from excitement and needed some relief; he let out a big sigh as I started to slide them down his thighs and he grabbed my hands before roughly yanking me back up and circling his hands around my back.

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“What’s wrong?”
What’s wrong? What isn’t? It’s been years since I’ve felt the way I do about you and that scares the fucking shit out of me.
“I want to help you.”
You want to help? Help peel my sweat-stained skin out of my suffocating comforter when it’s been four days and I’ve forgotten to shower.
Or eat.
“Talk to me.”
The last time I tried to talk to a boy like you he showered me in insults and agreed with me when I told him I wanted to die. He drank until he couldn’t remember saying the words ‘I love you’ or 'go ahead and kill yourself’, which I guess were synonymous when there was more alcohol in his bloodstream than actual blood.
“Are you tired?”
If by tired you mean clinically depressed, then yes. It’s been weeks since I’ve slept more than three nightmares and half of them were about you leaving me.
“Why are you still awake?”
Because the thought of your soft lips on mine keeps me awake. (The thought of your lips other places also keeps me awake, but that’s not really what you want to hear.)
“Just breathe, it’ll be okay.”
Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare fucking touch me. Your touch will just make my breathing more shallow and I won’t be able to recover. Your effect on me is similar to this panic attack except it’s like a drug that enters my system anytime I come close to thinking about you.
Someone walked by me the other day and they smelled like you. Immediately my heart quickened and a newfound energy resonated out of my asthmatic chest, and it was like I couldn’t continue living until my eyes settled upon you.
So no, I’m not okay.
The last boy I loved this hard broke me until you found my heart in the sky above the ocean and brought it back to me. But sweetheart, your the only one I know who can fly across oceans. Please don’t lose my heart when I give it to you.
—  hme
8 a.m Kisses

or… mornings with h 

category: fluff

I’ve got so much honey, the bees envy me

I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees

The strips of light sneak through the slats of the thick wooden blinds, heating the skin of her leg that was stretched onto Harry’s side of the bed. She lets out a low whine at Harry’s voice, eyes beginning to acknowledge the loud brightness that was coating their bedroom.

Well, I guess you’d say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl…

“Talkin’ ‘bout my girl..” she quietly sings along then listens for a few moments, appreciating his ability before finally rubbing her eyes and pushing herself up from the heavy white blanket. Her feet make a soft platter against the floor while she reaches around to put all of their mugs and bowls from last night atop of the dresser that propped beside the door.

She’s setting down the last bowl holding a bit stale dry cereal when the shower is shut off, and picks up the fourth empty water bottle when he opens the en-suite bathroom door, a towel around his pudgy hips and a smaller one of his sitting on his darkened damp hair. ”Mm. Morning, darling.”

He presses his lips to hers when she crossed his path on her way to the trash bin.

“Your breath is horrendous.”

A hand is placed over her heart as she tosses the bottle away. “One and a half years together and you’re still sweet talking me?”

He laughs and licks his lips as he re-knots towel, asking if he woke her.

“You did.” She says, sweeping her hand down to get the last of the clothes that seemed to litter the floor. “But it’s fine, I’ll probably sneak in a nap later.”

“Not out of the ordinary.” He says, hands digging for proper attire. He finally find his compression legging he forgot to set out and does a double-take when he sees the heap of clothes in Y/N’s arms. “Put tha’ down, I’ll take it down before I leave.”

Since the filming of Dunkirk ended, Harry continued on to keep his fitness up; which meant that daily morning runs and workouts were now apart of his morning routine, along with leaving empty water bottles just about everywhere. Not that these workouts were a bad thing. No. Nope. Not at all. His arms were growing bigger, stamina increasing, and his thighs were getting firmer- his thighs were her favorite.

There was a lot of juice cleanses and very healthy meals prepared by Chef Boyharree (a play on Boyardee), but he was in good shape; physically and mentally, that’s what matters.

After the clothes were tossed onto the floor, Y/N tries to maneuver her way around to the bathroom, but is caught by her fiancee’s hand wrapping around her forearm. “Why’re you actin’ all delicate this fine mornin’? C’mere.”

Her head tilts to the side, eyes squinting. “I’m always delicate.”

“That you are.” he chimes, eyes greedily taking in what her London SLU t-shirt didn’t cover before pulling her in closer. “Sexy as hell too. I’d rather you in my shirt, but this isn’t bad either.”

She laughs and his hand squeezes her hip, lips hastily pushing down onto hers again, but she turns her head away. “H..”

“One more, could kiss ya all day.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She says, soft fingers pushing at his chest. “Move so I can take care of this horrendous bad breath of mine.”

The small towel is tugged off of his head and tossed into the clothes pile by the door when she leaves his side, leading to his towel dropping to the floor.

“Try not to accidentally use my toothbrush this time around, hm?” A light slap to her bum sounds throughout the room and she lets out an indistinctive grumble, a pout on her lips.

“Ay, we’re the mail keys?”

“Should be by the paper towels downstairs.” She yawns, then shuts the bathroom door.

In the time it took Y/N to freshen up, Harry was quick to throw on his clothes, make the bed, scoop the dirty clothes into his arms transfer that, along with the trash and dishes Y/N had gathered down the stairs.

Mornings for them were normally very lively. With the two of them each being morning people, it was rare for them to have a lazy one. Long cuddles, sleepy yawns, warm coffee, and drowsy eyes were left for the night; the both of them deciding that mornings were there for you to be productive– but waking up at 12 in the afternoon was never a problem. S’just that those were saved for tour and filming times, when neither of them wanted the day to start. 

Harry’s still doing a bit more cleaning in the kitchen and puts another mug into the sink when Y/N descends the stairs, her features visibly more awake. “And there she is! Wanna give me a proper kiss now?”

She lets out a breathy laugh, hands latching onto his so she could balance herself on top of his sneaker-clad feet. “I’m feeling croissants and jelly for breakfast, what about you?”

“S’long as you have tha’ warm almond milk drink made with it.”

“Believe that was almond milk from our fridge warmed with … I don’t know, the microwave?”

His brows furrow and he’s truly taken off guard. “Wait, when you made it last week you said you had it ground yourself and heated it on the stovet-”

The taste of his mouth mixes with hers, and she lets go of his hands to rest hers atop of his cheeks, feeling them shift up into a smile.

“F’ya think you can shut me up with a kiss then you’re–”

She does it again, the both of them beginning to laugh this time as he presses his fingertips into the small of her back. “Anne’s coming for lunch today, we need to go to the shops.”

He raises his eyebrows at her sudden news. “Go when I get back?”

She steps down from his feet, and over to the refrigerators dry-erase board. “Sounds like a deal.”

Grocery List:

  • apple juice boxes
  • pretzels
  • black beans
  • cereal (Mini-Wheats)

And at the bottom, in Harry’s scratchy handwriting:

  • condoms

Her body turns, ready to scold her baby of a partner, but he’s already moved past the living room and was ready to leave at the foyer. “Harry! You don’t put condoms on the list for the fridge! What if your mum saw that?”

“Love you!” she hears the door open. “Make my kale smoothie for me?!”

With a sigh, she shakes her head (that, and she was smiling like crazy but who could blame her?). “I never forget.”


IIIIIIII know that H taking a shower and then going for a run kind of makes no sense, but I didn’t have the heart to change it!

Warning: Yet another vorish rant below

Since my last post went so surprisingly well, I’m doing another. Today, I’m gonna talk about food. Sure, just eating someone is cool and all, but sometimes you just need a little more, you know? Vore that includes other food besides the prey is quite common, and there are so many potential scenarios that could be created! Here are some of my most favorite things about using food in vore:

- Food already in a stomach when prey arrives. Weather it be pizza sludge or hot herbal tea, more often than not a prey is going to find themselves sitting in whatever the prey ate last. This can drastically change the conditions of the situation. A stomach filled with liquids is like being in a goopy Jacuzzi, while being covered waist-down in partially digested lunch is a completely different experience. I love the initial shock and disgust the prey is confronted with. It just amplifies the fact that they were just eaten alive, and now will potentially share the same fate as taco Tuesday.

- The pred eating while prey is already inside. Imagine sitting in a warm dark stomach, finally just getting used to your surroundings, when a faint, wet rumble is heard from above. You look up, only to see the sphincter directly above you twitch and then open wide, dousing you with ice cold water or covering you in chewed-up mush and saliva. Obviously, the most common reaction to having the pred eat while they are inside would be annoyance. After all, they just ate an entire person, and they are still hungry? rude. Sometimes though, if the humid and sticky stomach is getting too hot, a nice shower of cold soda would be a delicious and refreshing treat for the both of them. Some people may even like the gradual filling of the stomach, their surroundings becoming tighter as more and more food enters. Either way, eating with someone inside will always provoke interesting interactions between prey and pred.  

- Teasing: One of my favorite food scenarios is when person A eats the last (insert food item here) that person B was really looking forward to eating. Person A then teases Person B, saying something along the lines of “Well I guess there’s only one way for you to get it now,” and person B either demands to be eaten, or begrudgingly accepts.  

- Preparation: I just love the idea of a tiny rolling around in icing or chocolate sauce, (something that the pred can’t resist) to give their giant friend a special treat. Added bonus: this also must warrant a nice and thorough licking  Another similar scenario is when the pred prepares a meal, and offers themselves up as an added ingredient. The best is when the prey lounges around in the pred’s tea or soup, and after they are finished, gets to be eaten by their friend for dessert, re-joining the meal once again.

- Accidental vore: One of the most popular ways to accidentally eat someone is to have them stuck in they pred’s food. Whether he was going to attempt to jump out and scare his friend as a prank, accidentally fell in and got stuck, or needed a place to hide, almost every instance of accidental vore involves food. This adds even more shock and embarrassment when the pred realizes what they have done; and that the prey has been marinating for an hour in his stomach with whatever he ate them with.  

- The word marinating. That is all.  

- Stuffing: Ok, I know this Isn’t *technically* vore, but this is my page and I put what I want in it.
Anyway, a big dream of mine is to be relaxing on top of a giant stomach as they are eating a meal, getting to feel and hear all of the sensations, from the enormous human-sized gulps traveling down the throat, to the passage of the food through the sphincter as it plops into the stomach, the hours of churning waves and gurgles of attempted digestion, and finally the engorged stomach emptying its partly-digested contents into the intestines to be squeezed along deeper into the body. yow.

Ok, that’s all for tonight, and If you liked these scenarios/ideas, feel free to leave a comment! Goodnight, and remember, midnight snacks are never frowned upon! 

my parents wont speak to me bc i got really drunk at the ed sheeran concert and my ride home was really drunk too so we had to call my sister to come get us (which is what any1 should do like dont get in a car w someone who is drunk and dont drive if u r drunk) BUT yea so they are mad at me bc i guess i was in the bathroom when i got home and i was about 2 fall so i clung on to the shower curtain and i .. ripped it down ..,,,,,, and left it lmao …so they r super pissed at me basically for that reason i rmr they came in my room last night yelling at me and i was literally g o n e i had no concept of anything they were saying to me