#{ you’re just too used to my honey now ~§~ stricklake }

[trollhuntermom]

[ DOORSTEP ]!

kissing prompts || @strickjagger​

The night had been wonderful; Barbara couldn’t remember the last time she had been this relaxed. It wasn’t just that Walt was intelligent and clever – two very different qualities that rarely were that prominent in one person – or even just that he could make her laugh to the point of an undignified small snort – I hope he didn’t notice -

- but she felt as if they were connected.

Truly. As if some part of her was relieved to see him. It didn’t feel like awkwardly getting to know someone new, it felt like meeting someone very close after not seeing them for a very long time.

I’ve been missing you.

Which was ridiculous of course. One date was nothing, they hardly knew each other. Chemistry, she thought when they stopped outside her door and she looked up into his green eyes. That’s all it is.

And this very moment was the only one that night not alive with conversation and banter. They watched each other in silence for a few heartbeats, then he leaned down and pressed their lips together, slowly and gently-

- and perhaps it lingered a bit longer because she leaned into it, or maybe neither of them wanted the moment to end –

- but it did, as all moments do, and before she knew it she watched him drive away as she closed the door.

Who knows?

[trollhuntermom]

A concept: Strickler and Barbara going on holiday together but the relaxing trip kind of escalated into an anthropological adventure and their most heated discussion is whether Strickler gets to keep an artefact or hand it over to a museum. ❤️

[trollhuntermom]

😴

Sleeping Meme ||@strickjagger​

😴’ to find them slumped over, sleeping in a place that isn’t safe.

04:30 outside the Lake house, post-shift

Dammit! Dammit dammit dammit! She was digging through her purse with rising alarm and when she still couldn’t find her house keys she dropped down on all fours outside the house, emptying the content on the ground to be sure and pawed through the small pile of random objects.

“Shit”, she whispered as she realized the house would be empty. Walt would be gone tonight, and she wasn’t sure if he would return tomorrow or tomorrow night. Jim was still away training with Merlin. The babies were currently doted on by Blinky and Aaarrrgghh.

Well, at least she could wait in the car. She gathered up her things and went over to the car only to realize that the car doors were locked too - and that the keys, both to the house and the car, was still in the ignition.

Quietly, she sat down on the steps outside again, leaning against the front door. Breaking into your own house is insane, right? You can’t just break the window with a stone and climb inside like a burglar?

She yawned and shivered. She could call Walt, and she knew he’d come... but it chafed. Her own stupidity chafed. And calling him in the middle of the night - especially if he was busy - like a teenager, or a damsel in distress, no - it just wasn’t done.

Fifteen minutes later her pride edged away enough for her to pick up the phone and type - delete and retype - delete and retype - a text message.

[[ Hello honey. Sorry for texting you in the middle of the night. I hope everything is going well, or have gone well. Just checking, you’re not coming home early by any chance? No emergency, just checking. xoxo B ]]

She pulled her knees up after sending the message, staring at the screen for a full minute before she yawned again.

Just gonna close my eyes for a bit...

[trollhuntermom]

Stricklake, of course, I'm always a slut for Stricklake. Stricklike is like pickled japaneos, either you like it or you dont, and that's fine! Of course I ship her with Gunmar, as well, and believe it or not, I have a platonic mother-son ship with Bular, or Draal. Those trolls need moming. BAD.

Mun: Oh my gosh, yes! I’m a huge stricklake shipper. Gimme the entire jar of those jalapenos. ♡

And yes, also with Gunmar, because the potential for it to be complicated and interesting is high. They’re both parents on opposite sides of a high stake game, and I am here for that drama and chemistry.

Barbara would make an excellent troll mom and I will go down with that platonic parent-ship. Especially to Bular, who is more or less alone topside.