#if you saw me accidentally post this twice before it was ready no you didn't

[bijoumikhawal]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak Additional Tags: Ambiguous/Open Ending, Emotional Hurt, Cruelty, A Stitch in Time - Andrew Robinson, Story: The Calling - Andrew Robinson, The Nexus - Andrew Robinson & Alexander Siddig, Intergenerational Trauma, Hebitians (Star Trek), Section 31 (Star Trek) - mentioned Summary:

GARAK I was sent to Bamarren to learn how to kill...cleanly, dispassionately. To be part of a team that kills without question. But that tiny creature was my lifeline. Literally, my line to life. Through Mila, this regnar, I could still remember what it was like to be alive for life’s sake.

BASHIR L’chaim! To life! An old earthen sect called Jews used to say l’chaim to salute each other in celebration. No one says it anymore.

GARAK No, I’m sure they don’t. The Federation don’t approve, do they, Doctor? Sectarianism is divisive, is it not? How ironic. How Cardassian! Everyone surrenders their individual culture for the greater good of the whole.

BASHIR It evolved out of our choice, Garak. We have freedom of choice, and choice has kept us free.

GARAK Of course you call it choice. Coercion would have been too Borgian, certainly not the Federation style. Assimilation by consent is much better. Keep the grass green on my side of the fence and simply wait for everyone to come on over. Sometimes, Doctor, choice is the last thing we need. Ask any child to make a choice, and he or she will invariably make a regrettable one. We’re all such children.

-The Nexus

[evie-sturns]

wrong video - Matt Sturniolo

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summary: where your best friend matt accidentally sends you a video of him jerking off instead of the pictures you two took together earlier, you can't help but want him.

contains: smut, switch!matt, fluff.

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matt's been my friend for years now, we've hung out the whole day today and took instagram pictures together, now we are laying on the couch together watching some random rom-com.

"matt?" i ask chirpily, looking up from my phone over at matt. his eyes gaze over to me,

"yeah?" matt mumbles, looking at my eyes.

"can you send me the pictures we took earlier, i think i should post some of then." i say, fidgeting with my fingers as i scroll aimlessly through my phone.

"oh yeah of course." matt nods, he picks up his phone again as '10 things i hate about you' blasts through the living room.

i get the notification from matt, i instantly tap on it which takes me to messages.

theres the 4 pictures we took today plus another video..?

i swipe through the pictures then make it to the video.

i press play and my eyes instantly widen.

the video starts off with the camera pointed at the blank celing, then matts hand reaches out and adjusts the camera, the camera points to just his length.

he's running his hand which is covered in rings, repeatedly up and down his dick, his tip is flushed pink and dripping precum down the long vein that travels up the side of his cock. small whimpers and curses fall from his lips before he releases.

i pause the video instantly and look over at matt whos tapping at his screen with his eyes almost bulging out of his head.

"oh fuck- shit no i didn't mean to send that!" matt panics frantically, unsending the message.

"what just happened." i breathe out with a small embarrassed laugh,

"i am so.. sorry." matt whispers, his cheeks a deep red.

i just witnessed my best friend jerking off through a video.

matt stands up and runs a hand through his hair, "i-i'm gonna go to bed." he stammers before walking out of the living room.

i dont even notice but i've been squeezing my thighs together ever since i first looked at the video, it was hot.

i pick up my phone to look at the video again, but its deleted.

the video plays through my mind over and over, i feel weird, why am i thinking about my best friend like that?

i jump up off the couch, letting the blanket fall to the floor.

i almost run down the corridor towards matt's room, i knock twice on the white wood of the door.

"mm?" matt hums shyly from inside, i creak open the door and i'm met with him laying on the bed, wearing just sweatpants and a loose chain.

"matt. i want you to fuck me." i state blankly, i dont even process what i'm saying before it spurts out my mouth.

"what?"

"sorry." i mutter,

"if you want me to fuck you i will." matt says while standing up off the bed and walking over to me.

i turn around to look at him, hes looking down at me with his eyebrows slightly raised.

i grab his chin and pull him into a passionate kiss, matt kisses me back, his tongue quickly slipping into my mouth.

he lets out a small groan against my lips, letting his submissive side slip and thats enough for me to take control.

i guide him back towards the bed, pushing him down lightly onto the mattress.

i straddle him quickly, matt looks up at me with his bright blue doe eyes.

"fuck- i need you." matt whispers as i grind myself against the bulge in his sweatpants

"do you?" i tease into his ear.

"please.." matt whines, throwing his head back as i feel him grow fully hard under me.

i shimmy my sweatpants down my legs, revealing my white lacy panties.

i tear my shirt off of my head, revealing my bare chest right infront of matt's eyes.

"you're so pretty.." he mumbles

i pull down his sweatpants, his large length springing out, the same one that i saw over text 10 minutes ago. "you ready?" he ask, tearing open a condom and rolling it on him.

"i really like you.." i whisper, hovering above his raw tip, "i like you too sweetheart." .

"you need help?" matt speaks, holding my ass and pulling my panties to the the side.

i didn't, i just wanted to feel his hands on me.

"yes,- yeah please.."

he lowers me down onto him, halfway down. suddenly he drops me, my ass colliding with his thighs, i let out a gasp as he smiles, he lifts me back up to his tip, before loweiring me again.

i press two of my manicured hands on his bare chest and push his back down onto the mattress as i start to bounce on my own,

i trace mindless shapes on his skin, "oh fuck- fuck you're so tight" he whimpers.

"im not going to last long- im sorry" matt warns, gripping my waist as i sit fully down on his dick, i rub my clit against his pelvis as i rock back and forth.

suddenly matt flips us over, my back hitting the mattress.

he groans as he slides all the way out to his tip, then pushes all the way inside me again. "fuck.."

he whimpers as he starts to thrust in and out faster "matt oh my god." i moan as he presses on my lower stomach with his free hand, so he can feel how deep he is inside of me.

i clench around his length, feeling all pleasure coarse through my body at once.

i release all over matt's dick, he finishes into his condom then pulls out of me slowly, being careful not to overstimulate me.

matt pulls off his condom and chucks it into the bin on the other side of the room,

he throws his arms up lazily, "trick shot!" he laughs

matt collapses down next to me, "you okay gorgeous?" matt says, pulling me close to him.

"i needed that" i giggle, matt scoffs lightly before picking me up.

he carrys me over to his desk and sets me down on the chair before sorting through his various clothes.

he brings me over some of his sweatpants and an old shirt, "and... arms up!" matt says, pulling the shirt onto me.

he leans over and tugs the sweatpants up my legs.

matt pulls on his pants from earlier and picks me up again, throwing me on the bed.

he flops down beside me and tugs up the covers with a small exhale.

"that was the last thing i expected from tonight." matt says, closing his eyes.

"me too honestly, not mad about it though!" i clarify with a grin.

i pick up my phone from next to me and open up matt and i's messages,

i scroll through my photos, then pick out a specific picture before sending it to matt.

matt picks up his phone, "why'd you send me something i'm right her-" matt starts but cuts himself off.

"shit.." he laughs nervously,

matt opens the picture of me naked in front of my mirror, a small gasp escaping his lips.

he tugs the covers up over his lap as i see his cheeks flush.

"please- don't delete that." he whispers.

"matt.. are you hard again?" i laugh, tugging down the covers.

matt grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.

"how could i not be when you just sent me a picture like- like that!" he protests

"it's okay" i laugh,

matt presses a kiss to my lips, "go to sleep."

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[fuyuu-chan]

For You I Would Sacrifice Anything...Even If It Cost My Life

Characters: Neuvillette, Kamisato Ayato, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sunday, Vyn (??), Sung Jin Woo, Baek Yoon-Ho, Choi Jong-In, Megumi Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Regis Adri Floyen, Shoto Todoroki (+ some characters you think fit)

Fuyuu-chan: I thought I already posted this but apparently not so here it is ✨

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Warning: Not Proofread, no scenario of what happened before the injury, mention of bleeding and blood

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"Why did you do that?" He said as he holds you in his arms, you're still bleeding and he was trying to make it stop until the medics arrive.

"Isn't it just the normal...thing to do?...To save someone you love away from the danger..." You trail off as you were finding it hard to talk and you were catching your breath.

"...besides I can't...just watch you get hurt in front of me..." You said as you cough up blood as you close one of your eyes.

"Hey hey don't close your eyes... well try not to" he says as he was getting more worried, panic is slowly getting to him which is rare since he's always the calm, collected person.

"You're also crazy to do that, promise me don't do it again" he said as he was tearing up a bit, guilty because this happened to you when he promised to protect you.

You chuckled a bit. "Don't blame me... This is what love do, also I can't promise anything". That's the last thing you said as you slowly closed your eyes because you can't keep it open anymore. At least before you close it you see people approaching the two of you and (his name) calling out to you but it faded as you lost your consciousness.

"(Name)! (Name)!" He called out to you as he slightly tapped your cheek and shake you while he was now crying and he was shaking, but to his dismay it didn't work you were unconscious.

"..."

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You slowly open your eyes and see a ceiling but you closed your eyes immediately because of the light, you blinked a few times adjusting your eyes. After a few seconds you opened it fully and turned to your sides. Seems like you're in a hospital (or infirmary) as you turned to your left you saw him, he was sleeping.

You didn't want to disturb, so you try to sat up by yourself and get water as your throat is dry. But you should've think twice by doing so cause as you tried that your injury -stinged?? It hurts which made you make a noise and go back from your position when you wake up and by that you accidentally wake him up. So much for thinking you don't want to disturb his sleep.

He opened his eyes immediately as he heard a noise and he looks at you. Shocked but slightly relieved that it's just you.

"Oh you're awake, are you okay?" He said as he got up from the seat and goes closer to you.

"Ah I'm sorry for waking you up" you apologized as you looked away.

"No it's alright, does your body hurt?" He asked, you can tell he's worried.

"Umm yes when I tried to sat up it hurts probably my injury" you said as you looked at your bandaged injury.

He sighed. "Don't make any moves by yourself alright? Cause it will hurt, the doctors also told me that, do you need something though?"

"Yes...I want water my throat is a bit dry" you said as you looked at him.

He gave you water and he assist you. Also he bought you food since it's been two days since you were asleep so while feeding you he was giving you a lecture about what happened, you can really tell he's guilty especially he promised to protect you but you apologized to at least make him feel better. He teared up a bit while talking to you saying that you scared him to death because he thought you were gonna leave him and that he can't live without you.

It takes you a lot of time to comfort him with words to calm him and reassure him that you were fine and that you're still alive.

But to be fair no matter what happens you are ready to protect him, because you want your love ones to be safe. You know his capable on protecting himself but who can blame you? If you truly love someone you would do anything for them. Sacrifice even.

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Please do not copy, translate, repost to any other social media, Thank you

[tetralea]

Umm, this is inspired by Charles posting shit on his main account more than once in the recent weeks. 😂 Max is pretty done with it.

Lestappen smut and fight over being stupid. 🤷‍♀️

Max walked into the kitchen, already annoyed. He barely used social media, but any time in December he did it, Charles was trending for some stuipd reason. Like this morning too. He was not even supposed to be there, in this stupid airbnb, in this stupid kitchen, with the Ferrari driver. He tried to keep it together, but when he saw the brunette he lost it.

“What is wrong with you? You are not supposed to post shit like that! What if you accidentally exposed us?” Max goaned, startling the other man. He was beyond pissed and that post which didn't even concern him just made it even worse. Before Charles had a chance to answer he kept going. “And then you post sponsor stuff like nothing happened. Like you are not becoming a mess of a human!” He shouldn’t have gone off like that, he shouldn’t have to be this upset, yet here he was. Charles really brought the worst out of him these days.

“What does this have to do with anything? I didn’t post you, I never would!” The burnette put his phone down on the kitchen counter turning to Max, crossing his arms around his chest. He was ready to defend himself. He was ready to tell. Max that everything was a mistake even if he didn’t feel like that, clearly, Max did. He braced himself as the blonde stepped closer.

“Oh, like you never would have what you did last night?” Max mirrored his position, setting his own phone on the counter, turning it towards Charles, with a careless motion. Like he said ‘look at the mess you have made’.

After a small pause Charles answered, quiet and small. “It was by mistake.”

“Because you are becoming a mess!” Max pushed loudly, locking his phone screen, gesturing wildly towards Charles.

“You didn’t complain about it last night!” Charles could take only so much, he was done with whatever Max’s problem was. It was time to move away from defence. “Do you know what your problem is?” There was challenge in the hazel eyes, his back was straighter, chin lifted and Max suddenly felt like they were the same height, or maybe Charles had the advantage. “Is that you want to fuck me again so bad it makes you look stupid!” The pretty lips spit out of spite. “You kissed me last night!” The emphasis was on the first word and the intense gaze of Charles was burning Max’s cool skin.

“You said I should do something stupid. So that’s what I did. I did you! Because you are stupid!”

Max froze, eyes searching the handsome face in front of himself to see how much he hurt Charles. The strong shoulders deflated, long fingers slid onto the counter for support. “Wow, yeah? Really? That low?” The words were barely more than a whisper. “Well you didn’t complain last night when you fucked me.” There was venom in those words and something else Max felt in his bones, but he was too worked up to listen to it.

He stepped closer and squared his shoulders, wetting his lips for the words to slip out easier. “Neither did you when you came twice on my cock.”

Charles was speechless for at least the third time in this conversation but he didn’t have anything else, no smart comeback, no retort. Maybe the kind reminder of their night together and the instant hot shiver down his spine settling in his stomach didn’t help either. “Fuck you, Max!”

“I will, I will fuck you again.” The blue eyes flashed with something threatening yet Charles swallowed to the promise of it.

It wasn't much, maybe three steps until he was pressed against the counter, eyes trained on the plump lips and the man cornering him into surrender.

The strong hands on his hips moving to his back brought back not so distant memories and his thin cotton shirt was too thick on his skin. Max’s lips pressed to his firmly, moving against his in such an undeniable, unapologetic way his weak attempt to control the kiss malted away. Fuck this, fuck Max, and fuck himself that he was so weak for it, so weak and easy for the blonde he would have denied it in front of anyone any time.

It wasn't long until his naked chest was pressed against the counter top, eyes rolling back, his own forearm against his mouth to quiet himself. Who thought that Max leaving his backpack there last night would come so handy. He tried to be quiet, mostly because he was sure everyone in the house was eavesdropping to their fight earlier. They didn’t need to know even if it was obvious from the constant noise of skin slapping against skin, on Max’s groans, of the sudden quiet turned muffled cries and dragged out moans. Max was fucking him good, so good.

After a particularly perfectly angled thrust he still tries to act like a sassy kitten. “Fuck you!” He tries to sound angry but he sounds soft and breathless, almost pleading for more.

And it looks like Max gets him like no one else does. “Don’t worry I’m planning to, a few more times until you calm down and forget to use your phone when you really shouldn’t.”

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I’ll upload this to AO3 later. 😊 let me know if you liked it plssss! 🥰🥰🥰

[dp-marvel94]

Hi!

I (finally, don't know what took me so long) read Face to Face, and just, wow. I left a comment on the fic itself but I wanted to send something here too!

I was definitely surprised that they told Jack & Maddie so early in the fic, since that's usually part of the end of the fic, but I absolutely love the way you did it. Danny (both of him) having his family supporting him for most of the split is definitely better than him trying to figure it out himself.

Also very impressed by all the things you touched on! I know it would be easier to have them resolve a lot of the problems quickly, but them having setbacks (especially almost merging and failing) makes it so much more real.

I was a little worried you were just going to forget about them almost merging, to be completely honest. Should have known better. The way you brought it up when they finally told Jack & Maddie what happened was perfect. Poor all of them, really, working on/waiting for the ghost catcher without realizing they could merge on their own.

I love the way Danny has to accept himself- not just his ghost half, or his human half, but both of them together, to become whole again. Especially because it wasn't just something stated and accepted- they tried, twice, to merge but couldn't because they hadn't accepted themselves.

All the stuff with sharing memories and thoughts and occasionally using eachother's bodies is a fascinating concept. I wonder how Danny will deal with having two sets of memories from that week?

I read a comment on Ao3 that mentioned him learning to duplicate faster because of this, and I think it would be hilarious if he did it in the middle of a fight accidentally. Can see him panicking for a few seconds that they separated again before realizing he's still fine. Would duplicates be mindless? I know that's how most fics write them, though I think it would be more interesting if it was a situation they're both fully Danny, but other than that it's the same as when they were separate.

Imagine him working on homework the way they would when there were two of them and then just fusing back afterwards. I'd bet that it would be a little disorienting to not be in two places at once anymore, even if it's definitely a good thing. Maybe someone walks in on them doing homework or playing games or something idk and also freaks out a bit, that could be funny. There are so many things he could use it for.

There's more I could talk about, but this is pretty long already:). Can't wait to see more of Face to Face, and how our (now whole!) halfa reacts when he wakes up.

Link to the story at the end.

Thank you so much for reading! I saw your comment on the fic earlier. :)

Honestly, when I had the Dannys tell Jack and Maddie, I wasn't anticipating there to be so much story after. 😂 At that point, I knew that I wanted the boys' relationship with their parents to improve and for both halves to love and fully accept themselves. I guess I didn't realize how many chapters that would take.

But yeah, having Jack and Maddie in the know from early on definitely made things earlier on the Dannys. It also let me write a bunch of post-reveal content that was super nice.

And the sets backs! I loved making those emotional arcs more realistic. Healing takes a lot of time and is complicated. So it takes time for those conflicts to resolve and relationships to heal.

XD I think several people thought I was going to forget about the failed merge but bringing it up again was always in the plan. I couldn't have the Dannys remember until they were ready. I almost feel bad for all the stress and drama related to the Ghost Catcher.

Face to Face is a bit of an unconventional love story. Using split Danny to explore the idea of loving and forgiving yourself has been so exciting for me. I've talked about it a bit in other posts but before I started writing this story, I read pretty much all of the split Danny/ seperate Fenton and Phantom content that exists. A few stories touched on the themes I wanted (Here's a post I made listing a bunch of those fics.) but nothing dug as deep as I really wanted. So I wrote it myself.

Shenanigans with having two bodies was really fun to play with! I love love the mind-bending strangeness. And memories are so important to who someone is and how they experience the world. It ties into those identity questions I love to wrest with in fiction. As for how the whole Danny deals with two sets of memories, I'm planning on addressing that in the last few chapters. :)

And duplication shenanigans! I'm really tempted to write a tie-in one shot. And probably will eventually.... 😅

I'm also imagining it happening during a fight. Danny will definitely be confused and freaked out for a bit, before realizes he didn't actually split again. Danny has had so much experience existing in two bodies at once that his duplicates definitely wouldn't be mindless. He would probably have no idea which body is the original and which is the duplicate. Not that it actually maters, both are just him.

He'll definitely practice and use the skill to work on homework and talk about his problems. I can see that freaking people out. 😂 Granted, being in two bodies probably isn't the most comfortable for him and it does take some energy to maintain. So Danny can't do it all the time. But he's cool with it, since he can fuse back whenever he wants.

Thanks for the comment and ask again! I'm always happy to talk about Face to Face. If you have anymore thoughts or questions, I'd love to hear them!

[starsbegantofall]

It's been over a year since I made this post so I am ready to accurately say what worked for me and what didn't!

So far the most difficult thing was cleaning the kitchen (and the bathroom for similar reasons), the areas of the house that need the most cleaning lol. It's because cleaning the kitchen (or bathroom) is demanding physical labor and has to be done regularly or else the mess becomes overwhelming.

I've tried a few ways to stay motivated, such as my mom randomly comes over, also known as the "rush to clean before guests arrive - they can't know we sit" mind trick, but that's still not enough! I also tried to "clean one thing before leaving the area" but that doesn't help if I made 5 messes and only clean 1 mess.

The best possible solution is having a maid follow me with a bucket and washrag and threatening me, but that isn't very sensible for me or the maid. I just need to motivate myself to clean regularly on my own.

Everything else on this list I have been able to do but that's because they are not time-sensitive or labor intensive activities.

Anyway, if anyone has any tips, please let me know, I am lacking energy but have a surplus of depression.

(Accidentally reblogged this under the activity post instead of the original post so had to rewrite the post, sorry if you saw this twice lol)

Some favorite “cleaning but not really” tips for the new year!

It’s a custom somewhere in the world to start the new year off with a fresh clean house and mind. While my actual new year starts later than January 1, I wanted to share my favorite “cleaning” tips with everyone, like I’m an elderly gramma this last day of 2022.

1. “Make” your bed every morning (from unfuckyourhabitat)

2. Clean up as you cook (from cloudyhills and emmymade)

3. Stop your work/hobby 10 minutes before you plan to and clear your workspace (from various crafters and artisans)

4. If you can’t bear to part with something sentimental but it serves no useful purpose, find a way to display it as decor (from Marie Kondo)

5. If you want to have a themed yet functional room, gradually replace old useful items in that room with new useful items (from Rosie O)

Read on for encouragement!

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[welovelouisandbucky]

Faith

Teaser

A/n: I'm really sorry for the wait, my Tumblr was not letting me post this it got messy anyway. And I'd like to say English is not my native language and I'm sorry for the mistakes, and positive criticism would very much be appreciated:) and feel free to ask if you want to be added to the taglist

Pairing: Steven Grant x teen!reader Marc Spector x teen!reader

Summary: reader is a single teen parent who lives on her own with her kid. One night her kid went missing and then she found her with none other than our Steven

"Oh bollocks! This is not how it looks I swear!" Steven panics. Stepping away from the pissed off lady, almost like he's trying to run, which makes the situation ten times worse.

Steven has faced many things in life, every worst case scenario possible, you imagine. Whether it was accidentally knocking down the new packages at work that read 'FRAGILE' and almost getting fired afterwards, or when one day he was stepping down from the bus, half awake and half asleep. He tripped over his feet and fell face first and took an old lady with him; he was fine but the lady was hospitalized for weeks. Or one time he was walking around a park, again, half awake he accidentally stepped onto a stray dog's tail. That day he ran like that cameraman for like half an hour and not because the dog stopped chasing him no, no because Marc decided to have little mercy on him by taking control. Even more, but none of them were this bad, where he was being accused of kidnapping a child. 

And the kid approached him first!

He was just back from his soul drowning day at 'work'. Today was a hell of a day. And he wanted nothing more than to just get to his home and feed Gus the second, and plop himself on the bed and drift away to sleep. 

But at the main door as he was finding his keys, he felt a little tug on his pants, looking down he saw a girl no older than three or four, smiling up at him. He instantly tensed up, looking around the lobby trying to figure out who's kid is this, and why did they let the toddler freely roam all over the lobby. Concerned, he scrunched down to her level and began asking her questions softly: where's your mum? What's your name, little love? What are you doing here all by yourself at this time, huh? Do you live here? 

The girl answered some of them by nodding her head, and quietly said her name,"Faith," and pointed to the door behind Steven. 

He picked her up and was ready to return her safely to her mum, but then a girl barged through the door. In alarmed mode Steven took a step back, second mistake. Don't ever step back if you are returning a child to their guardian, it will make the situation worse. And that's what Steven didn't know, so here he is panicking. 

Suddenly Marc decided to speak up.

Put the fucking kid down, you moron! You look like you're 'bout to run off with her! 

Marc shouts at Steven, clearly just as panicked as Steven. Steven looks at the kid he is holding and immediately puts her down, the probable guardian of the child takes Faith into her arms, protectively. 

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Panic. Fear. Guilt.

Is what y/n had been feeling since Faith disappeared. 

All this happened in one minute. She had just left her in the living room to put the folded clothes in their place and when she returned, boom, Faith wasn't there. She searched the whole apartment, looking for a single sign of Faith but no, it's like she disappeared into thin air. But just to be confirmed before reaching out to police she checked the whole apartment twice but still no trace of Faith. She started crying three minutes after Faith's disappearance, so near to panic attack. She is blaming herself for it. If she hadn't left Faith all by herself she would've been in her arms watching Frozen, but putting clothes away was more important than her fucking daughter! 

She's scared to death, if something happened to Faith she'll never forgive herself for it. How can she let this happen in the first place? Million wrong things crossing her mind, what if something happened to her? What if she got hurt? Or worse, what if someone kidnapped her? Or what if she somehow gets to the road and car–no no no, this can't be real. This has to be a dream! This is the worst nightmare ever. 

She quickly picks up her phone and gets out of the apartment. If she has to take her daughter from Lucifer's lap she'll do it without missing a beat, she'll do anything for her. Two steps out the door, she sees her. Her Faith, in the arms of their weird neighbour. The guy who trashed the bathroom of the museum and got fired, and that's not it. Everyone has been saying he talks to himself a lot. And the sweet lady down the lobby said, one time in the elevator he started screaming out of sudden, and there was nothing. Everyone in the building said he's crazy, and needs the help of a psychiatrist. He always looked like hadn't slept for years with the dark circles under his eyes, and a deep frown on his face. And always clumsily walking into walls and or doors, and talking to some imaginary people. He looked like he's on drugs all the time, and the museum news says it all. He is walking a red flag, and you were his neighbor living right across from him. 

You always kept Faith out of his gaze and changed your path whenever you saw him somewhere. 

And seeing him with your daughter, terrified you. You shot over there and yelled at him. 

"What the hell are you doing with my child?!" You are fuming with anger. He looked at you panicked, taking a step back and that angered you more.

"Oh bollocks! This is not how it looks, I swear!" He said taking yet another step backwards, and let go of Faith. You quickly pull her into a protective mama bear hug. Relief washing over you. 

"Look, I know that was looking bad but I swear I wasn't trying to do what you're thinking, I swear!" He speaks up suddenly, you glare daggers into his soul. Scared, he backs up. 

[serenity-songbird]

i love your writings 👀 could you write about post covid stan, kyle and butters walking in on their female s/o naked? You can make it nsfw if you want

There is not enough gifs of the post covid boys. I end of using the same gif again. 😭😭😭

He didn't know you were changing.

Honest.

Butters was still clueless even in his adult years.

So he didn't think twice before opening your bedroom door to ask if you were ready for your date.

Y'all had been together for 4 months now so he had gotten used to just walking through your house without having to knock.

He froze when he saw you.

You were standing there in your underwear about to put on your bra.

His eyes widened and he started stammering.

"Oh-oh hamburgers!"

He closed he door apologizing profusely.

He couldn't stop himself from getting hard at the sight of you.

Luckily for him, you pulled him back into the room and took care of it for him.

You missed your dinner reservation, but it was sooo worth it.

Normally, Kyle would knock before entering your bedroom.

You two had been dating for 3 months, but he still wanted to respect your boundaries.

He wasn't one to rush things.

But today, he was in a hurry.

He left some important documents for work in your bedroom.

No you didn't have sex, you two were just watching a movie, cuddling and you both dozed off.

In his embarrassment from waking up in your bed, he forgot the papers.

You thought it was cute that he was shy.

So when he burst through the door in a rush, he didn't think about knocking.

He stared at you as his face turned bright red.

You had just gotten out of the shower and were completely naked.

"Sorry!" He slammed the door shut and buried his face in his hands in embarrassment and shame.

Seeing you made him horny.

You, seeing an opportunity, wrapped your arms around his waist seductively.

"You shouldn't go to work like this. Let me help you out, Dear.~"

He was late for work that day.

He may have walked in in purpose.

But he definitely pretended it wasn't.

I mean, y'all had been dating for 6 months now and y'all had a few sleepovers.

You two still hadn't had sex yet, because you didn't know how I bring it up and he didn't want to make you feel rushed.

But he had been really horny lately.

So when he "accidentally" walked in on you taking off your towel after a shower, he feigned innocence.

"Whoops! Sorry! Didn't know you were changing! I just need to get something"

He went to go grab something off the table and you, pouting grabbed onto his arm.

"You can't just waltz in here on me naked and act normal, you jerk." You pressed your bare chest against his arm. "Don't I at least turn you on?"

He smirked before pushing you onto the bed.

If he had known how horny you were too, he would've done this ages ago.

[lonleywriters-blog]

Hello hello ily and your post 🧡 Would you mind if i request? Like the S/o is the new adopted child of Batfam, Batman and his sons is overprotective for them, they try to let S/o at home and not going anywhere. The s/o is a brat, waiting when the batfam is out and being so careless. They ran out and play a little bit, then they will go home. She accidental goes to the Gotham where all the dangerous criminals are there. Like who will they meet ( Pls include Joker, Harley, and you choose some others criminal, that you want to add to, and let me know what happen next hehe, it's all depends on you) Thank you :3

Ahhh I love being able to do stuff like this

Read above ^

Pls don't reblog or take

You have snuck out a few times before, you've only been caught twice. You were bored and made this plan because you knew that everyone would be going on a mission soon. When everyone was gone and far away you snuck out. You wanted to wander around this abandoned town. You liked going there because it was quite and no one could bother you there. When you got to the town you heard a bunch of people talking. You wanted to investigate, so you slowly creep onto the closet roof to the sounds. You learned this skill from bruce and Robin. You looked over and saw familiar faces, the only problem was the fact they where all villains. Harley Quinn spotted you and pointed you out to everyone. You quickly tried to leave but ivy traped you and the riddler went up to get you. He brought you to the group and everyone thought you were adorable. You heard many aww's from the vilians. Harley grabbed your cheeks and started baby talking you. "Oh aren't you the absolute cutest, oh pudding can we keep her please?" She begged the joker. She got many glares from the people around her. You could tell you where in serous trouble. You are stuck with the most popular villains in Gotham. You could recognize victor zsasz, the joker and Harley Quinn, poison ivy, the penguin, and the riddler. You started to struggle against the plants rapped around you. "darling stop struggling your going to hurt your skin." Poison ivy cooed at you. Victor came up and smiled a bit "don't be scared we're not going to hurt a hair on your head" he said softly. They all where smiling at you and it was starting to freak you out.

Meanwhile with the family pov.

The family came back and where surprised when they didn't hear you. Damian told everyone you where probably just asleep. Alfred went up to your room to look for you. He couldn't find you anywhere and everyone began to panic. Robin looked at the camera footage and saw you sneak away. At first he was relived before he realized it had been way to long for you to be out, you would have came home by now. He gathered everyone and Bruce hacked into the towns cameras and saw you go into the town. They all got ready and left to get you. When they arrived they saw you terrified while villains where talking to you and messing with you. Everyone was pissed how dare they mess with their kid/sibling. They stormed over and instantly started to fight the vilians. The first down was Harley Alfred knocked her out pretty easily. Next came ivy, the riddler soon after. The penguin was beaten by Damian. Victor was beaten by Alfred and Robin. Lastly the joker was knocked out. All of them started working together to untie you. You where crying and apologizing over and over. They didn't blame you one bit, they knew that you weren't trying to escape and that you where going to come back. They all agreed to take you home and comfort you and deal with the vilians later. They took you home and Alfred started you a bath with your favorite pajamas waiting on the counter. Everyone got snacks and movies ready knowing you enjoyed movie night. The rest of the night was relaxing and you dosed of on Damian and Bruce. They took you to bed and went to deal with the villains. They soon come to realize that the joker,ivy,and Harley where all gone.

[seeds-and-sins]

On the Fly

Pairing: Homelander / Reader

Rating: T (Language, lots of bad language)

Description: You are a loud mouth New York cop that doesn't give two shits what anybody else thinks. Homelander is the hero of America, the stars and stripes of justice. The fans ship you two together so bad, and it was all your fault. If only you had kept your mouth shut.

It was such a cheesy, stupid idea that the Vought marketing team had developed. One single interaction between Homelander and some tiny, pathetic little officer goes viral, and all the fans want more of it, ALL of the fans. You were just doing your duty that day, Homelander and Queen Maeve intervened when your partner and you were about to lead a huge drug raid that had been planned for months. You, always having been the more forward one, approached Homelander, when she just so happened to be addressing the news about the incident.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" His eyebrows rose up at the sight of you, a fleshbag at most, badgering him. Your hair was loose, the NYPD vest fastened tightly on your torso, toned biceps flashing, gun at your side, he was absolutely confused at first. No officer just straight up approached him unless they wanted an autograph, or a handshake. You wanted neither. And you were so angry, your New Yorker accent was shooting out of from your lips without restraint.

"Excuse me?" He then snorted, reminding himself that you were both being watched.

"This was my raid, not yours, you don't just come fucking barging in without notice. We had planned this for months."

"And I understand that, um..." He forced a smile, although he really wanted to just break your neck. No one had ever had the gull to speak to him that way. "You are the real heroes."

"Oh, like that fucking shit is going to cut it, huh?" You pushed Homelander, although it was almost like pushing a wall, you did it anyways. Everyone around you both made a resounding gasp, even some of the emergency services crew members in the backdrop paused what they were doing. "Listen buster, I trained for this shit show, and what did you do? You were born with the power to fucking fly and shoot lasers from your eyes? Big fucking whoop!" Homelander's jaw went taut and he sighed agitation.

"And don't you know who you are talking to? I saved your lives and made your jobs easier." You crossed your arms, lip pouting out.

"I didn't become a cop so that you could make it easy for me. I knew what I signed up for. Next time, mind your own shit! I will keep you on stand by."

"Next time, I will still do what heroes always do." He stated firmly between clenched teeth, then bowed down closer to you, perhaps in an attempt to intimidate you, but to his surprise you didn't even flinch. You came straight forward, faces an inch from eachother as you kept a hard eye contact.

"You fucking come into my establishment again, I will have your ass." You growled, fists at her sides.

"And we'll see how well that goes for you, officer." He snarled right back, then you were storming off. Even though you truly wanted to be the last one standing, you had work to do.

The next day you did the usual routine. You went on your six miler, hit the weights at the gym, and then got ready for the day. You didn't think anything of it, got your coffee, grabbed a whole of the daily paper and walked to work in uniform. As soon as you showed up to the department, it was a shit storm. People were flying back and forth, colleagues of yours sent you stares without replying to your greetings, the whole place was in disarray. Then you saw him, and your blood only boiled more, he was standing with the commissioner and several unfamiliar faces. When the commissioner saw you, his entire expression lit up in that face you knew all too well, the 'I am trying to hide how pissed I am so I will smile' face.

"Officer (L/N)! Come over here!" He exclaimed with feigned excitement, he scurried the lit of you into his office, where you took your usual seat. You had been here before, you weren't usually very good at following the rules as it was. This blonde woman took the seat beside you, two others standing behind her with clipboards. She had this eerie grin on her face, not much different from Homelander's.

"Officer (L/N), its a pleasure to meet you." She held her hand out, you didn't accept it and tilted your head towards your boss.

"What the fuck is going on?" As the woman retrieved her hand, the red head behind her replied in an all too chirpy tone.

"The fans love you! They want you in a team up with Homelander." She explained, you rolled your eyes and then stood with a sigh.

"This is a joke. I am not doing it."

"You have no choice, (Y/N)." Your boss said and he said it all too sternly, surely he would have your badge if you disagreed.

"I don't believe this, why me? Huh? Because I said what everybody else was thinking?!"

"Here are some of what the fans have been saying." The other one handed her clipboard to you, the blonde still staring in silence with that polite and cringy smile. You squinted as you read over the list of comments, particular on the viral video between Homelander and you.

"Aww, they are like an old married couple?!" You read aloud, "What the fuck?!" Then down to the next one. "Why don't they just get a room?! Team up?! What the fuckety fuck?!"

"It appears the two of you have had some chemistry, I suppose." The blonde finally spoke coolly, you then raised your glare to Homelander.

"Do you think we have chemistry? Huh? 'Cause I think you are just a fucked up, flying monkey asshole."

"(Y/N)!" Your boss chastised, you crossed your arms with a sigh.

"Whatever, lets just get this over with. People will get sick of it eventually."

"Perfect, we will have the cameras on you, as soon as within the hour." Your jaw dropped, and you wanted to speak in protest, but the words wouldn't leave your lips. As everyone left the room, Homelander was the lsst one to tap your mouth shut, he grinned.

"You're a celebrity now, (Y/N). Get used to it." You thought you could, but it was so much work trying to ride this out. The cameras followed you for weeks, allowing Vought to post short videos of your encounters with Homelander. Homelander replaced your partner for that period of time, which only drifted your friend and you further apart. The short videos became so popular, soon the two of you had your own TV show every night at nine. It was originally called Justice.

"Do you think we could film your workout routine, (Y/N)?" Vought was insufferable in their addiction for the show, it had gotten a lot of publicity and was a number one hit for the industry. Homelander accompanied you on bank robberies, house calls, domestic disturbances, etc. Meanwhile, the both of you disagreed over everything and the banter only made the two of you more popular. Vought started making t-shirts and memorabilia that selled like crazy. The two of you posing, your playful remarks, and almost all of the words that left your mouth:

Flying Monkey Motherfucker!

It was like a fucking hillbilly porno!

Go fuck yourself with some bullets!

Listen, I have bigger balls than this two bit motherfucking laser machine!

That was when the true name of the show was born:

"Yeah, like you think I am going to be like you, fucking on the fly-"

"That's it!" One of the producers shouted from behind the cameras. Homelander and you glared at him, annoyed that anybody would interrupt the very imoortant argument you both were having. From that point on the show was named 'On the Fly', it ran like crazy, and despite its popularity, Homelander and you still hated each other's guts. The fans expected the picture portrait chemistry off screen, and neither of you really understood what they meant. Until Season 8, that is...

"There's about twenty of them." Homelander stated, as he eyed the side of the warehouse.

"Perfect! Half and half." You cocked your guns and the both of you started towards the double doors, leading in through the back. There was a body cam on you, one on Homelander, and a cameraman, one of several as some of them had been 'accidentally' into the mix of shoots and dangerous fights.

"Last time you said that, you killed one of my guys." Homelander stated, pointing a finger at you in warning not to make the same mistake again.

"We'll just separate everyone as we go, okay?" You stood back as Homelander kicked the chained doors open, the shots started firing almost instantly. One thing Homelander could respect you for was that you kept up very nicely, for a meatbag that was. You were fit and vigilant and would have made a fantastic hero, if you had powers.

Homelander grabbed you by the back collar of your vest, tossing you gently up to a catwalk that crossed the warehouse, where you easily shot at four of the criminals. Homelander skillfully did his work, lasers flying around, punching threw chest and throwing people out of the roof. You both finally came to the last guy, he was unarmed. You were out of ammo and mags. You holstered your gun and grinned at him.

"Is this one mine?"

"Sure is," Homelander cringed a bit, the guy was bit and hefty, twice your size. "Unless you want me to handle this one." The man's eyes widened and he shook his head, then raised his fists toward her.

"Nope, I got it." As always, you struggled fighting against the bigger ones, but you always caught up. Homelander stood off to the side, herring you on even as you got your face punched or as you were thrown against a storage container.

"Keep going, (Y/N)! Just shout if you need help." He would mock, arms crossed, that one camera man looking in in horror. Finally you grabbed the back of the guy's head and drilled your knee into his face, he dropped to the side unconscious. Breathing heavily, bloodied face, fists clenched and sweating pooling off your skin, you kicked him one last time. You nearly fell back if Homelander hadn't been there to prop a firm hand against the middle of your back. "I knew it." He grinned, wiping a hand across the bruise on your cheek. "I could have done better, but..."

"Oh, fuck you, you pile of heroic shit." The both of you started to walk side by side back out of the front, where several cameras waited and the camera crew stood to finish the episode. You both turned to eachother and stared, you placed your hands on your hips.

"Not too bad, supershitter." You said with a huff after finally catching your breath.

"You too, officer, you too." But it felt dull, something was off, the air was thick and the wind was a bit too breezy for your taste.

"Cut!" The director came forward from the crowd, smiling with that off smile, he could feel it too. "We are going to run this ending again. Why don't you guys kiss, or something?"

"What?!" You narrowed your eyes on the director, that was where you drew the line.

"No. Not happening." Homelander chuckled, like it was some joke. You didn't know why his denial offended you right then and there, but it did.

"What am I not pretty enough for you? Fucking jerk." The director slowly started to back peddle, gesturing to the cameras to start rolling again. Homelander held his palms up in surrender and shrugged.

"You have blood and shit all over your face, why would I want to kiss you?"

"Oh, so if I didn't have shit on my face, you would do it?" You saw Homelander hesitate for a moment before returning to that same confident swagger of his.

"No, I never said that."

"Well, then what the fuck is the problem?! Why wouldn't you kiss me? Hmm?"

"Why does it bother you so much?" He jested, hands now on his hips and he stepped closer. He had to tilt his gaze down to consider your tinier self.

"Why does it bother you that it bothers me?" His eyebrows furrowed to contest.

"It doesn't bother me." He spat, you crossed your arms and smirked evilly, only really wanting the last word. It didn't matter if he kissed you, or not, right?

"I think it does. I think you are lying." You teased.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because if it didn't bother you, you would just kiss me and get this shit over with."

"Fine." You didn't expect him to just go with it, your eyes widened as you stared up at him, hands dropping to your sides. Then you shook your head, pulling yourself back into thst glare.

"Fine, then." And you both leaned into each other, tight lips pressing together, and you hated yourself but you enjoyed the contact more than you'd like to admit. Everything was quiet, so quiet a pin could drop on the asphalt and everyone would be able to hear it. You gasped when Homelander's hands snaked around your waist, and your own hands found his biceps for support as you were slightly lifted off the ground. The gasp opened your lips and Homelander's tongue slid through and the kiss deepened as your mouths opened up and fought for dominance. Homelander held you tighter as he then ascended thousands of feet up into the sky. You gripped him harder and cried out, cheek pressing to his, now too high up for the cameras to find you.

"Hom-John, what the fuck, man?! Put us down!"

"Shut up." And he kissed you again, then soaring you both through the sky towards a destination unknown. You were so lost in the kiss at that point, that it didn't matter where you were going. This was the last thing you expected to happen, ever, in a million years. But you weren't going to complain...

Meanwhile, the camera crew and director stood down below in shocked silence. The silence was soon broken by the director's words:

"That was absolutely fucking perfect! Cut scene!"

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