#and in their weakest moments they come together like a couple that's been together for years

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I know there are far more popular ships that appear later in Voyager, but I am telling you all now that B'Elanna/Janeway is the one I'm prepared to die on the hill of.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Okay, since you’re rereading the books and your up for this request, can I request headcanons with the same hades reader you wrote earlier where she meets Nico di angolo when he arrives to camp and from the moment they met, they hit it of instantly and Nico clings to the reader his entire time there, and even hangs out with Luke cause Luke is the readers bf?

This was long as shit as I got carried away…oops. Not so much on Luke and Nico spending time together but more so reader and Luke talking about Nico.

The moment Nico was brought to camp, a wide eyed boy who was so full of awe and wonder and excitement, you just knew how special he was and you couldn’t help but feel a familial sense when it came to the boy.

Almost as if you knew him your entire life when in reality this was your first ever meeting the boy, but something deep down told you that you would do anything to keep this boy safe and happy for as long as possible before it would be taken away from him; after all life as a Demi-god wasn’t all glory and valour and you all had to learn that rather ruthless lesson one way or another…oftentimes prematurely.

Then again, you chalked this feeling down to you being protective towards the younger Demi-gods that entered camp but this feeling was a lot stronger then that, a hell of a lot in the sense that a older sibling would fret over their younger siblings…but Nico wasn’t your sibling…well not that you were aware of seeing as he was still unclaimed but you guessed being a child of the big three had made you envious of what children of other gods had; family. You were alone and have been alone for quite a while…

Luke, your beloved boyfriend, was able to fill that void for a while, but sooner or later the realisation of just how lonesome you have been would come to consume your every thought.

Mythomagic. You hadn’t heard of that game for quite some time but you had a deck of Mythomagic cards locked within a box, underneath one of the floorboards inside your windowless cabin. Why? They had become so severely damaged and worn with time that you were scared that if you were to pick one up, it would crumple to dust within your palm. Plus it was a sentimental gift from your mother before she…never mind.

The memory was still too painful for you to recollect.

So when you saw Nico fiddling with a Dionysus card -the weakest card in the card game- between his fingers out of nervous habit, you almost didn’t recognise yourself speaking until Nico’s dark eyes looked directly at you with excitement.

‘A Dionysus card, haven’t met anyone who played Mythomagic that genuinely liked that card, you like Mythomagic kid?’ You had asked.

‘Do you?!’ Nico exclaimed as his smile matched his dark obsidian eyes in how brightly they shined.

‘Does Hades have 4000 attack power, 5000 if the opponent attacks first?’ You quickly corrected your self as Nico moved to sit next to you under the tree. ‘Who’s your favourite?’ You added, wanting the lad to feel at ease with you despite what everyone else might’ve told him about you in terms of unapproachableness.

‘Dionysus obviously!’ Nico replied, showing you his card as if to emphasise his point. ‘People think he’s not all that good but I think his powers are pretty cool and to find out that he’s real?! Even cooler!’ He adds on as he looks down at the card as if he was debating whether or not he was going to ask Mr D to sign it. However if Nico was the type of player that you assumed him to be, he wouldn’t dare tempt the idea. ‘Who’s yours?’

‘Hades.’ You said point blankly before continuing, ‘and it’s not because he’s my father.’

‘Hades is your father?!’ - Nico near enough shouted to ear you both the eyes of a couple of campers but you shot them a deadpan glare and they were quick to go back to whatever it was that they were doing beforehand. You softened your face as you looked back at Nico and answered his question. ‘Yeah, he is. He’s not as bad as people make him out to be, he doesn’t get in other people’s business like some gods and goddesses, considering he’s got his own dealings that take presidency but he’s more accommodating then most seeing as I’ve visited him on multiple occasions.’ You finished, shrugging your shoulders, you didn’t want to add on the fact that he had even gifted you Dvir, a hellhound, just yet. In due time you would but, some people would consider that too much.

‘Wow, you’re so cool.’ Right then and there you decided that you would have Nico’s back no matter what, for he was the only one besides Luke that didn’t fear you for your father and by god was it the most reliving thing ever!

You became someone Nico felt comfortable being his true self with, and would even try to sneak into the Hades cabin whenever he needed you to give him comfort and reassure him that you wouldn’t leave him for the Hunters Of Artemis like Bianca did; despite it being against the rules and all but it’s not like you didn’t do the exact same thing with Luke whenever you needed his presence to sooth and put your mind at ease.

He even tried to sit next to you during dinner time at the pavilion, another camp rule he had broken in order to be by your side, but no one dared to speak up upon it and instead bite their tongues, seeing as you and Luke were equally challenging anyone to speak about this to Mr D or Chiron but, nobody dared to do so. Meanwhile Nico was completely obvious to it all and was showing you all of his Mythomagic figures, Mythomagic expansion packs and bestowing every last drop of his knowledge of the card game onto you, all the while you were storing it within your own head as though it was something you were going to have to use later on.

No matter where you went, Nico wasn’t far behind following you like a lost puppy. Needless to say that whenever anyone saw Nico on his own, they knew better then to try anything for you were often lurking within the shadows nearby, watching over the boy with such a fierce protectiveness whilst giving him his freedom to better aquatint himself with camp. When it came to Nico, it seemed as though you became a complete different person, you didn’t know why but all you knew was that you weren’t going to let anything harm Nico while you were able to do something about it.

‘Doesn’t it bother you? Having him cling onto you all the time?’ One brave camper asked once and in all honesty? You didn’t care that he clung to you do suffocatingly. If anything you were glad that he choice you to be the one he relies on for anything and everything, it made you feel an whole assortment of things, the main one being happy knowing that someone openly sought you out because they viewed you as someone who’s opinions are worth listening and taking head to.

Nico felt safer with you than he ever did elsewhere, which was saying something considering he was within a camp built to protect people like him but he felt his most safest with you; Someone whom he quickly began to form an attachment towards and would oftentimes find himself clinging to your side like a second shadow. So much so that Luke would playfully tease you about it whenever he saw you both.

When in actuality Luke loved the fact that Nico was so attached to you. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that even with him by your side you still felt like you were alone, and could only hope that Nico would be the one to fill in that void within your heart completely. He was also happy for Nico for having you to fall back on because there was no one in camp that he would have to watch his back then yourself.

‘He’s asleep.’ You mused, looking at Nico, who fell asleep against Luke’s shoulder and was snoring softly.

‘He’s a good kid.’ Luke replied, ruffling Nico’s dark hair as a smile appeared on the younger boys face as he readjusted himself before falling still. Still like the dead Luke once playfully commented.

‘He really is.’ You said aloud, grasping Nico’s hand upon watching it reach out for you, squeezing it in hopes of showing him that you were with him. Luke pressed a kiss to your forehead as he saw the variety of emotions that flashed through your eyes as you kept watch over the sleeping boy. ‘You’re a good influence on him babe, don’t doubt yourself, the boy practically idolises you.’ He tried reassuring you but still the thoughts wouldn’t let up.

‘What if there’ll be a time where I can’t reach him, where I can’t save him from himself and he’ll resent me for it.’ You asked, needing Luke’s guidance more than ever in your time of uncertainty. Luke pondered this for a bit before finally responding. ‘There won’t be a time where Nico would ever resent you and even if that did ever happen, I just know that he would hate himself even more for pushing the one person who had his back and cared for him like their own flesh and blood.’ He then squeezed your thigh reassuringly. ‘That and you’d dive into the depths of the labyrinth to bring him back no matter what and he knows that better than anybody that you’d endanger yourself just to save him, even from himself.’

He was right. You knew he was right. You would wholeheartedly throw yourself into harms way if it meant Nico came out unscathed and that terrified you and Luke could see this. ‘So don’t doubt yourself because if you doubt yourself then Nico will doubt himself by extension. For if the person he admires doubts themself then he would feel like he should too.’ Luke then rests his forehead against yours, his eyes staring deeply into yours. ‘I know you can guide him down the right path, be the kind of person you needed when you were in his situation, be the person you know you’d feel safe with, be his protector because I know you can. He needs you.’ He finished.

You looked down at the peacefully sleeping Nico before looking back up at Luke with a look of determination. ‘I promise to protect him and help him in whatever he may need.’

Like smirks. ‘That’s my baby.’

[sunandmoonseisai]

When it comes to broppy relationship in the movies, I think trolls world tour is the weakest in that department.

First movie broppy has this sort of implied history. Poppy has apparently tried to befriend branch for a long time, and even after everyone has given up on him, poppy still treat him warmly. And we know that despite his rude and cruel behavior, branch did apreciate it deep down. It's easy to imagine that they got to know each other a little bit and one of the reason why poppy is still trying to be his friend is because branch showed her a part of himself that he hide to everyone else. What poppy say in the last movie, "I've been by your side from the moment we meet. And you've been by mine! " seems to confirm this. Even if you ignore this headcanons, their contracting personalities and the way they bounce off each other, coupled with the progressing tenderness of their relationship make for a really cute and compelling dynamic.

Then the second movie roll around, branch's feelings are comfirmed but there's something wrong. Here's the thing. The progression of their relationship is entirely on branch's side. We never get a hint of what poppy think of branch. It's all about branch and her feelings for her. I know poppy is supposed to be very self-absorbed and it's something she has to learn from but her feelings for branch just seems kind of hollow when she only acknowledge him to dismiss his worries and criticize him. She just has this realization after their fight that doesn't feel earned at all. Poppy reciprocating branch's feelings *doesn't feel earned at all *.

But then, trolls holiday in harmony came out, and this year, trolls band together. We get to see how our trolls behave as a couple.

And it's so

Fucking

Cute

They bounce off each other like before but in a much more softer way. Branch gently calm down poppy when she's over ecstatic. Branch's realism balance out poppy's optimism. Even with poppy's mind going all over the place, she pay attention to branch and you have the feeling that she's helping him through trauma and gaining self esteem. Poppy prioritize branch feelings and branch adore poppy for her energy and infectious happiness. It feels like a natural progression of their first movie self, with a much softer branch.

Speaking of branch, I think that's the reason why their dynamic in the second movie was so off. Branch wasn't the sarcastic grump anymore and the writers struggled to find their dynamic. Well, I think they nailed it now. He isn't the grump to her sunshine anymore, he's the calm romantic to her hyperactive affection.

[ladychota]

Memories

Pairing - Loki x Female Reader

Warnings - Drunk reader (lmk if you want me to add anything)

Summary - After getting drunk, Y/n seeks out the person she misses most.

Word Count - 900

A/N - I had this idea after listening to the song 'Memories' by Conan Gray on repeat so hopefully it's okay, I'm having a bit of writers block atm 😭

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You stumble down the street, not entirely sure where you're going. Okay, maybe that's a lie. You do know where you're going, but you can't seem to stop yourself. 

It's late. Very late. And it's raining, fat blobs of water tumbling from the sky and landing on your face and shoulders and clothes. A shiver ripples through your body.

Your hand trails along the wall of a building, your fingertips collecting the grime. The world seems to swerve and tip a little around you, but you don't really care. You know the way there like the back of your hand.

Before you know it, you're at that familiar chipped, black door, using the doorframe to keep you upright as you ring the bell.

It takes a moment for him to get to the door and open it, revealing to you the green eyes and ebony black hair you've missed so much. A clumsy smile spreads across your face.

Loki freezes for a moment, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I just wanna talk," Your words are slow and mix together easily; just like squash and water.

"Are you drunk?" He asks now, moving to lean against the doorframe.

"Noooooo," You slur, blinking to try to keep your vision in focus. "Why on Earth would I be drunk?"

A shiver runs through you again, the rain starting to fall heavier over your already drenched body.

"Wow," You laugh, looking around at the wet surroundings. "Is your bro upset or some shit?"

Loki sighs and moves out of the way, gesturing for you to come in. "You can come in, just don't be too noisy. I don't need any more complaints from my neighbours,"

"You've got complaints for being too noisy?" You ask, knowing how quiet he is. You pull off your rain-ruined pumps and put them as neatly as your drunken brain will allow by his shoe rack.

"I actually got complaints because of Thor,"

"Ohhhh," You walk further into Loki's apartment, enjoying the familiarity. It's been a couple months since you've been here... you didn't dare come back after the break up.

You're ushered into the kitchen, where Loki brews you a nice, warm mug of tea. You sit at his breakfast bar, sipping it and feeling it warm your insides.

"So," He starts. "Are you going to elaborate on why you're here?"

"I said," You take another sip. "I just wanna talk,"

"About what?"

You shrug. "I didn't have anything in mind,"

Loki sighs and rubs his temples. "So you came here from where?"

"The club I think... or it might've been somewhere else,"

"Who were you with?"

"Nat and Wanda,"

"And what happened to them?"

You freeze, mug halfway to your lips. That's a good question. You last remember talking to them... when did you last talk to them? You purse your lips, setting the cup back on the counter.

"What's with all the questions?" You groan as your vision begins to swim. "Are you a..." You wave your hands in the air, trying to think of the correct word. "Person with the flashy car?"

"Flashy car...? Oh, a cop?"

"Bingo! Ding, ding, ding! I am the weakest link, goodbye," You place your head on the table, your swimming vision only worsening.

Loki sighs. "Okay, I think it's time for you to go home,"

"Noooo," You protest, a round of hiccups starting.

"Well, where else are you going to go, huh? Why did you even come here in the first place? I find it hard to believe that you just came here to talk," Loki's harsh tone catches you off guard - in your drunken state, you have no idea how to react.

You sit back up, your lip quivering as tears form in your eyes. "I just miss you and I wanted to see you again. I want you to stay in my memories but I can't get you out of my head! Everywhere I go it's just Loki, Loki, Loki..." You sniffle and hiccup, wiping your eyes with your hands. "I know you didn't wanna be friends or lovers but I do! I can't sleep or do anything without you!"

You sigh, silent tears falling down your face. Loki doesn't respond, his expression too difficult to read. You flop your head back onto the counter, the smell of Loki's cologne wiggling it's way into your mind and acting as a sleeping drought - in a mere moment, you're out for the count.

~★~

Loki quickly notices you're asleep, his response dying on his tongue. He sighs again, rubbing his tired eyes. It seems you'll be staying with him tonight.

Your limbs start to sag, so he sweeps you into his arms before you end up on the floor with a bleeding head. A wave of sadness floods his heart as he carries you through his apartment to his bedroom - it hasn't been long since he was carrying you to his bed, happy grins on your faces.

He places you carefully down on the bed, making sure your head rests on the pillow as he tucks you in. It's not like he would've got any sleep anyway, so he doesn't mind giving up his bed.

Another wave of sadness hits him, harder this time - he hates seeing you in such a state, your words slurred and brain mushed up from drinking to forget him...

"For what it's worth," He whispers, tucking a hair behind your ear despite you being oblivious to his words and actions. "I feel the same as you."

[the-blind-assassin-12]

It Pours From Your Eyes

1200 Words for 1200 followers #3

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! Moving right along with number three, and I'm not going to lie - this one hurt to write. I hope you'll forgive me.

Warnings: character death, language, 1200 words of angst.

Requested by: @something-tofightfor Song: Hardest of Hearts Character Choice: Rachael unwisely left it up to me, so I went with the most painful best option. Joel Miller. (Thank you for sending this in and please forgive me for what you're about to read. I promise I'll make it better with #4 💚)

Summary: Some things don't need to be said. Until they do.

They didn’t say it. Not one time in all those years. 

That word was a curse and they both knew it. The quickest way to lose something was to love it, and neither of them could take another loss that cut so deeply. So when they felt it on the tips of their tongues they gritted their teeth to keep it from escaping. They stuffed it back inside their chests to let it calcify in their hearts. And then they moved on to the next task. 

What they had was enough. It was everything. Solid. Safe. Sure. They took what they needed from each other, gave what they had willingly. It worked. They worked. And they didn’t want to throw a fucking wrench into the only thing that held either of them together. So even at their weakest moments they never said anything more than “I want you” or “I need you” or “Come here”. 

There were some things that were impossible to curtail, though. The tilt of Tess’ chin to catch the dust-filled sunlight dancing in Joel’s hair. The way Joel’s labor-roughened fingers landed so softly against her bruised, swollen skin. There was nothing they could do about what poured from their eyes when they looked at each other. They couldn’t change the fact that when they touched, it spread like fire. Like an infection. 

They didn’t say it. But they felt it. They knew it was there and they let it stay. As long as it stayed silent. 

What else would it be called if it wasn’t love? What else could they name the thing that grew between them like vines twining through the rungs of one another’s ribs? How else could they justify the things they’d done - and would still do - for each other? The rage and fear and panic they felt in waves when the other was in danger or at risk or hurt - what was that if it wasn’t love?

The way Tess snapped at him to just take the win for once because she wanted to see what hope looked like on his face. How he recoiled from her when she stepped toward him at the State House because he couldn’t conceive a world where the woman in front of him would become his enemy.  

Even without saying it, the curse found them. 

All the nights spent clutching onto one another, holding so tightly their arms ached, pressed so closely no words could breathe between them, all those hours in the dark without admitting the truth had been in vain. Every time they bit it back, every time they stuffed it down had been for nothing. The bitter taste of unspoken I love yous, the layers of brick they laid around their hearts - they did nothing to soften the blow when their luck ran out. 

And it had to, eventually. Luck wasn’t sustainable. It was more rickety than a couple boards balanced between buildings. They knew that. 

What they couldn’t have known until it happened, was that it didn’t just fail to soften the blow, withholding those four letters. It made the impact hit harder.

Oops, right? 

So she did what could. What she knew how to do. What they knew how to do. She loved him the way she always had in those last moments - hard and sharp and right to the quick - and then she went on to her next task.  

The defiant shake of his head and the rust in his throat as he delivered a barrage of no almost made her cave. Watching Joel Miller and all his strength be crushed under the weight of the thing they openly ignored as it continued to grow unwieldy had almost done in the last of her resolve. Almost. 

“I never ask you for anything. Not to feel the way I felt -”

“No.” This one softer, more choked. Less fight. Almost an admission, but old habits weren’t easily broken. The word stayed on his tongue as he let out another “no.”

“Shut the fuck up, because I don’t have time.” 

It was a cruel thing to say. But what could she have said that wasn’t? I love you? I always have, right from the start? How was that any less cruel? To let the only time he would hear it be that one - with death so hot on their heels they could feel its breath on their necks? No. If she hadn’t let him hear it back in their dingy kitchen, if she hadn’t said it to him while he took her apart in their bed, if she never mumbled it as she collapsed onto the mattress beside him or pressed it with a kiss against his bearded cheek before he left for a work shift, she sure as fuck wasn’t about to make him suffer through hearing it now. 

She saw everything going on in his eyes. She saw him doing the math, assessing the damage, processing the loss. She saw the protest and the panic and the anger and - oh, fuck - the sorrow. He was already hurting enough. She spared him as much as she could. 

“Joel.” 

His eyes, all wear and tear and soft leather, locked on hers and Tess took her chance to drink him in one last time. Old scars and creased skin and lips she knew so well. Broad shoulders and strong arms and the body she’d shared her own with. The man that would have to learn to live without her, as he’d already had to do with everyone else in his life. It was the hardest thing Tess had ever done, keeping that word on her tongue until the end, but she did it. For him. Instead, she went with what he needed to hear instead of what she hoped he already knew. 

“Save who you can save.” 

There was a silent conversation then, as the horde came thundering towards them and the seconds sprinted away from them. 

I want to save you. 

I know. But you can’t. I’m so sorry. 

I lo-

I know. I’ve always known. 

And that had to be enough. 

When he took the girl’s hand and dragged her kicking and screaming from the building, Tess knew it wasn’t nearly enough. But it had to be. She watched them disappear around the corner, hands shaking and breaths coming fast and ragged from the creep of the Cordyceps and the anticipation of the unknown. She watched the empty space where they vanished until the door on the other side of the room broke like a dam, a flood of snarls and snapping jaws spilling inside. 

And then she said it - when there was no chance he’d hear it, no chance those words would leave a dark mark on his heart and ruin them for his future, no chance he might turn back and throw himself into the fray to go out alongside her. Her voice was barely audible above the rush of running, growling monsters. But she said it, opened her mouth and let it leap out, tasted it, even if it was only a whisper. 

“I love you, Joel.” 

With the flick of her lighter she finished it. She saved him. 

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[oleander-nin]

I had a flight today and those give my anxiety so i wrote out a buncha hcs to try n distract myself you dont have to actually read these i just already have them and dont plan posting them anywhere: Mostly non yan because i couldnt think up much that hadnt already been said. Grammar a tad funky cuz i wrote these on my phone (☍﹏⁰)

Leo 100% scared Raph with that one car jumpscare video when they were kids

Mikey watches those stupid 3AM videos and probably thought Momo and various creepypastas were real when he was younger

Leo and Donnie are both really into FNAF, but Donnie has been unable to to beat any of the games and Leo cant figure out the lore (I know Leo is smart and Donnie is good at videogames but this is funny so I dont care)

I feel like Leo would write in a diary

^ He would scribble (crush name) Hamato with hearts around it in it, because he’s corny like that

Donnie listens to Hatsune Miku and nightcore

Donnie never grew out of needing glasses from when he was a kid he just refuses to wear them

Leo will try to do dad stuff with Casey jr like playing catch but Casey jr is older then him ( “Late teens to early 20s” so probably 17 at the youngest (I actually dont remember if that was the exact phrasing but something similar)) So it just ends up feeling goofy

This is an observation not a headcanon but Mikey is obviously physically the weakest and he throws like a whole skyscraper at the Krang I know they were made for war but jesus christ what was Draxum feeding them

Casey jr refused to grieve for anyone he had lost before coming to the pressent because theyre technically still here. He knows its not really the same and theyre still gone but has decided to ignore that

Yan Donnie would probably originally assume he was hyperfixated on whoever he was crushing on (I checked you can hyperfixate on people) and just be incredibly annoyed about it finding it real hard to actually focus on anything

Donnie has a bunch of online friends since its the only way he can really make friends and he’s chronically online

Yan Leo would probably get jealous of objects like if his crush was clinging onto some stuffed animal instead of him he would get mad

Raph had a gravity falls phase

Casey jr is incapable of doing standard everyday stuff and generally kinda sucks with anything non combay

Mikey’s favorite superhero is spiderman Donnie’s is batman Leo’s is deadpool and Raph’s is superman (not including in universe stuff)

Raph does not know how to cook at all he once burnt the water

The turtles(plus april maybe) all tried playing minecraft together and it ended in a lot of TNT

When they were kids Leo told Donnie that he was immune to pain and told Donnie to punch him so he could prove it Leo ended up with a bloody nose

this is another observation but in the movie when Leo almost slices kranifed Raph A you can see him sorta start to flicker back(i think havent seen the movie in a while and i dont have the wifi to check), which was probably intentional on the krang’s part for the last thing he’s consciously there for to be his brother killing him and B you can see Leo mouth ‘no’ as he realizes what he almost did

When Mikey was first starting out at art he was reaaaally bad at it awful anatomy, shading with black, ect ect obviously he’s really good now though

April introduced Casey go ice skating together on the weekends

Splinter will say stuff like “Skibidi rizz” much to everyones dismay

im away from home at the moment so you’ll probably get a break from my yapping for the next couple of weeks haha

-🍰

Ah, I hope your flight went good! I can relate, takeoff and landing gives me the heebie jeebies. Wishing you safe travels, SS Cake.

"Leo will try to do dad stuff with Casey jr like playing catch but Casey jr is older then him ( “Late teens to early 20s” so probably 17 at the youngest (I actually dont remember if that was the exact phrasing but something similar)) So it just ends up feeling goofy" - LMAOO I LOVE THAT

"Yan Leo would probably get jealous of objects like if his crush was clinging onto some stuffed animal instead of him he would get mad" - Yes yes yes, completely agree

"Raph had a gravity falls phase" - Probbles asked Donnie to help him with the codes/lore and such too

Sorry I didn't comment on them all😅 I love getting these but they're hard to answer because I don't know what to say lol. I loved reading these and I hope you have lots of fun on your trip. Stay safe!

[tanis-fics]

Kiss your friend goodnight

Walking her best friend home after a night of partying in the city, Barbara gets a bit nostalgic, a bit possessive, at the thought of her friend's husband waiting to snatch her up when they get there. And between the booze and her affection the eventual sight of him proves abysmal, ending on an innocent gesture feeling like a declaration of war.

Pairing: Alan Wake/Barry Wheeler ♦ Words: 1426 ♦ Note: Genderbend au

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 Coming home was the hardest part, almost as hard as dealing with the fallout of Al's worst habits, if Barbara was honest. She could deal with those (some of those, at least) ever since they were both in primary school; not a writer and her agent but two girls, one with a predisposition for annoyance and bursts of anger, and the other with a motor for a mouth that could get her out of almost any trouble she'd cause or get tangled in.

 No... cleaning up Al's messes was, if anything, the only art she truly excelled at.

 But coming home -Al's home- and feeling the bubble of night excitement mixed with booze burst by the eventual presence of her husband was such a sour pill to take, she hated it. And, only in her weakest, most inebriate moments, she would hate him.

 What did it matter if Alana ran off from party to party into the night? It was good for business, she argued, and it wasn't like she was alone! She had her best friend and best agent on her side, god dammit! Did he not trust her to keep her safe? Bold words from someone that only knew her for a couple of years when they've been together practically all their lives!

 Alana laughed at her side, a tsizing sound that betrayed her drunken state, and Barbara wondered if she said that last part thing out loud or not. Probably not. Hopefully not.

 "Anyway, Al," she continued, slurring her words on pair with her feet, stealing a couple moments more with her, "What, what I'm trying to say is..."

 "Is...?" Her best friend dragged, in the sweet middle point between encouragement and mocking.

 "I just miss you, is all!" Alana snorted, stopping on the hallway to lay her back on the cold wall, dropping her coat on the floor in the process.

 "Barb, we see each other all the time, we, we work together" Barbara joined the wall at her side, her now naked arm warm to the touch.

 "I know! I know, but..."

 "I think you just miss crashing at my house." She laughed, a bit harder than she anticipated.

 "Hey, can you blame me? You have a gorgeous place, despite your hubby's tacky photography." Alana rolled her eyes, but the smile didn't waver. Barbara's did, only when she realized the sudden light under the door at the end of the hall. God, did he had a sixth sense? What was he up for, anyway? It was late. "I just miss having you around off the clock, is all..." With him always skulking around, she didn't say, sighing instead. "Remember how we used to do movie nights and stuff? When was the last time we had a girls night at your place, huh?"

 "We should have a girl's night." Alana nodded, booze and sleep tinting her words as she leaned her head on her friend's shoulder, both of them ignoring the fact that they've been going out nearly weekly by now. Alana liked the alcohol, and Barbara loved to see her friend happy. Alec wasn't fond of either, apparently, for when the door at the end of the hallway eventually opened the eyes that met Barbara's were cold.

 "Alana...?" And just like that the warmth at her shoulder ceased, as the other woman turned to meet her lover with a dopey smile.

 "Hi honey. I love you." His face softened, and Barbara rolled her eyes.

 This was her cue to quietly get away if she didn't want to hear a mouthful later, yet as they said their soft greetings Alana didn't move from her spot at her side. Her skin burning now with inevitability.

 Barbara shook her head and that thought off her mind and instead decided to say goodbye on her own terms. She wouldn't give Alec the satisfaction.

 "Well. Guess I'll be going then." She stated, slowly bouncing off the wall to stand upright, grabbing Alana by the waist so neither of them would fall down by the inertia. A faint noooo came out of her mouth as she slightly wavered on her grasp, like a tree by the wind or some other colorful metaphor that she'd use in one of her books, before the extra height that separated them fell to meet her in a lazy departure hug while she nuzzled her neck.

 Laughing, Barbara wrapped her arms tightly around her friend, squeezing her for good measure, and then some more at the sight of her husband standing still on the threshold, waiting for his lover to finally say goodnight and come back into his loving arms. He'll have his time later, she thought, as she sank her face on the nook of her shoulder not quite ignoring but pointedly defying his gaze.

 In nights like this, Barbara almost wanted to be selfish. To snatch her up in the name of a concerned agent for the ever growing popularity of her star. It was a matter of business, nothing personal.

 And yet, when an idea sparked on her mind she was too drunk to pretend there was no ulterior motive behind it.

 Without dislodging herself from her thinner frame Barbara pulled away just enough to face her, cradling her head with a proud smile shinning through. Alana's eyes were so glassy, yet immediately lighted up at the gesture.

 "Hey, Bestseller, you did good today, you know, right?" Fingers affectionately running through her long hair made her friend hum, smile sliding as easily as hes eyes closed with content, until she finished with a chuckle. "Zero broken noses and I didn't have to call the lawyers once!"

 "Hey!"

 "Kidding, kidding."

 She chuckled again, before taking a breath. Biting her lip, she wondered. And without thinking about it too much -she swears- Barbara angled Alana's face a bit to plant a kiss on her warm cheek. Her friend's hands still idly wrapped around her waist pulled her closer as she heard her make a noise, between a content humming and a surprised giggle. Alana got affectionate and touchy-feely when smashed, couldn't Barbara be the same? Couldn't she kiss her cheek a second too long, her touch linger on her skin a moment too much?

 When she parted her cheeks were red, partly flushed because of the alcohol but mostly for the matching tacky lipstick mark she left on her wake, something burning on her chest that she refused to acknowledge most days but could easily distinguish as possessiveness in that moment.

 Oh, her best friend was so pretty, like that.

 Her best friend.

 Breathing in that picture Barbara smiled, fondness washing over her as her best friend beamed. She really loved seeing her happy.

 "Night, Al."

 "Night Barb..."

 Finally letting her go from her embrace, it was Alana who paused to look at her before looking at the window, ignoring the way Barbara locked eyes with a now beyond pissed off Alec behind her back as she called the elevator. She expected her to leave now, and instead she asked:

 "You sure you'll be okay, going home at this hour?"

 Barbara raised an eyebrow, lightly wondering what would the alternative be and trying not to enjoy Alec's reaction in the background.

 "Don't worry about me, Al. New York is not as bad as it is in your books, most of the time."

 As the elevator's door finally opened with a charming ding Barbara stepped inside with a last hand wave, a smug smile escaping her lips in private while hearing the remnants of conversation between her dear friend and her husband.

 "What the hell was that?"

 "What...? Oh. You know how Barb is."

 "I can't believe she'd just-"

 "Relax, that's what girls do"

 Oh, he really was fuming, wasn't he? Mirth filled her for a second as the voices faded away, giving room to the mechanical sound of the building followed by the roar of the city life, persistent even at the supposed death of night. Embarrassment would come later with a hangover, alongside hints of guilt for disturbing Alana's precarious marital situation further. She really disliked seeing Alana unhappy... and Alec, well, dealing with him after an argument was always a drag she tended to avoid.

 But for now, Barbara quickly fastened her scarf as the cold autumn wind hit her without the human warmth of her best friend at her side, the faint scent of her perfume the only reminder of her presence, as a goofy smile crept on her lips at the memory of that crimson kiss.

[bloogers-boogers]

I have an idea I think you'd like... I shared it on my blog but I'll give it to you directly. So the premise is a soulmate au where you have to stay with your person, because they are your source for your life force/energy. If you go too far from them for too long you will become physically weak and eventually perish. Now imagine this... with kyman.

They can't leave each other or they will literally fucking die

Fine, you’re gonna get me into a emotional wreck bc of this au? Then so be it.

Okay, so I see this insanely with Kyman however I see they project their weakness into anger! they start destroying their own lives bc for some reason it doesn’t matter?

Every time they feel weak they get into a self destructive mood that not even their friends could intervene, I feel in this AU they did not realize they needed one an other just cause they were always together but the moment they split up (after high school) is we’re their lives went down hill.

Kyle has always felt a strange attraction towards Cartman while Cartman has always had this obsessive attraction towards Kyle. They connected immediately since children and they felt STRONGER and indestructible while being together. But it was never something they questioned much.

However, now apart they’re vulnerable, weak, lifeless like a rose that’s about to give up it’s last petal before drying out and finally dying. Cartman’s is Kyle’s rose while Kyle’s Cartman’s spikes.

(Kyle see Cartman’s as his spikes while Cartman sees Kyle as his rose)

They’re each other’s rose beautifully seeing each other in the opposite position of it.

They perfectly balance their energy, soul bonding into one when they’re together. Like they say the yin to its yang.

So of course, being far apart is a deadly thing to do, dangerous even. I see Kyle getting weaker by day just cause I see his energy being more stronger than Cartman’s so ironically he’s the weakest. Having Cartman made him the strongest because being around him even it, and being with Cartman was a automatic win when it comes to beating him in a match cause he is STRONGER.

However Cartman wasn’t far off when it comes to strength, of course, having Kyle made his strength even to his (but never beating him. It’s not like he attempted it either so..) though he was still slightly weaker.

I see Cartman realizing this first after talking to Mephesto about it and having been explained about energies and all that stuff. He runs, and heads searching for Kyle and tell him about his discovering even if there was a risk of Kyle believing it was bullshit.

Kyle was literally going delirious by the pain, Stan was by his side holding his hand and reassuring him that everything would be okay.

The hospital didn’t know what was wrong with him, in just a couple of days his condition worsen by seconds. And he was declared a small percentage of living. His parents were shattered by the news and his brother broke in tears after years of ever doing so. They were all devastated, however Kyle didn’t feel that same sentiment; he was calm, accepting.. as if he was already expecting it to happen.

Laying there feeling his body weaken until a chubby man dash inside his room startling Stan and abruptly making Kyle’s heart burst into flames jumping outta bed and pointing fingers at eachother.

Both did.

Cartman was feeling that same burning passion, life has never been more colorful, livid.

“THE FUCK WERE YOU!? I WAS ABOUT TO DIE!” Kyle screamed offended, finally able to feel that scare his family was feeling, actually fearing the possibility and closeness to death.

Not being able to actually live.

“The fuck you expected me to do!? You never called!”

“I never expected to be in death bed!”

“¡You’re not even dying, you’re seating your ass comfortably there!”

“¡Barely!”

And they just continue bickering but somehow, they deeply connected after that and never wanted to ever fall apart again.

[bookqueenrules]

Carol’s Message and What Happened in the Missing Year

Something is unsettled in Carol’s world.  It’s not what she said, but how she said it.  She was using the same tone she did when expressing her “love” for Ed to Deanna in Alexandria; the same tone she used when she first met Ezkiel and Shiva in The KIngdom. That is Carol’s FAKE happy voice, and Daryl picked up on it.  That is why he asks her repeatedly if she is O.K.  Most importantly, that is the tone she used in Diverged when she repeatedly tries to tell Jerry she is OK. Jerry doesn’t believe it either. 

Here is what Zabel, the show runner, had to say about the Carol/Daryl radio conversation:

Question:  How important is that missing nugget of information?” 

Answer: “Well, it is important to what her ongoing story may be, and it is important in terms of what we were thinking is going on in Carol’s world at that moment. It’s also not what the audience expects or anticipates, if they’re anticipating something. So it will ultimately prove to be surprising. But that’s all based on the idea that we’re going to play out that story.“

LMAO!  That really clears it up(eye roll). Talk about TRYING really hard to not actually say ANYTHING.

Another key here is that Carol fakes the happy UNTIL she is told that Daryl is coming home in a week. THEN she lets him know ________is back. So, it has to be someone/something that will have enough of an emotional impact that she wants to give Daryl a heads-up before he gets back.

So, here are some possibilities:

It’s not someone; it's something coming back.  Something like Ezekiel’s cancer.  Even though this may make some sense, I don’t think so.  If Ezekiel’s cancer had come back, I believe Carol would have waited to tell him when he got back in a week.  They have also already played out that storyline. It may be that someone comes back with some kind of information.

Dwight and Sherry- I don’t think that would be important enough to tell Daryl over the radio.

Michonne- Yes, I think it’s possible.  However, I don’t see how it would work given that, as of right now, there are only supposed to be 6 episodes of The Ones Who Live. I don’t think we will get any major reunions other than Rick and Michonne in the first season.

Rick- Yes, if he came back with Michonne. I can see Carol warning Daryl so that it would be less of a shock when he returns, but the same problem applies.

Morgan- Same thing as Dwight and Sherry. I don’t think that would be important enough to tell Daryl over the radio unless there was some information he brought that Carol wanted to warn Daryl about. 

Someone we THOUGHT was in the Commonwealth left and came back during the time jump. I’m not sure who that could be as we saw most of them at the memorial. 

Someone Daryl cares about WAS in the Commonwealth during that year's time jump, but left before he set off in the finale.  Now, they are back. 

I’m not saying that I think this is what IS going to happen, but #7 COULD be Beth.

TWD LOVES doing things out of sequence and playing with timelines.  

What if that “damn romance novel” line Daryl said was the template they decided to use starting in 4 x1?  What if Daryl had a TASTE of his happy ending, but lost it?

This is a little scary to think about because, based on other “romances” in the TWDU, the writers’ weakest genre is romance!

However, anyone who has read a romance novel knows that the hero and heroine must overcome MANY obstacles before getting their happy ever after. For Beth and Daryl, separation has really been their only obstacle.  They never had a chance to really be together as a romantic couple, so when they meet again after 10 plus years there are many things they will need to work out. It will not just be a matter of picking up where they left off and sailing into the sunset.

So, IF they wanted to mess with the sequence, could they show the Beth/Daryl reunion and initial romance in flashbacks probably in seasons 2 and 3 of DD?  Sure they could! They did Leah’s 20 minute romance all in flashback.

So, why would Beth leave after being reunited with TF?

Possibilities:

What if Beth was discovered alive in that year? 

What if, after an initial honeymoon period, she becomes overwhelmed by life in the Commonwealth being so “normal” and decides to leave?  

What if she is overwhelmed by all the time that has passed and how much she has missed?  What if she becomes angry with how TF handled her “death?

What if there is a misunderstanding between her and Daryl, and she leaves without telling him where she is going because she doesn’t want him following her?

What if she gets word about someone she cares about being in trouble, and she goes to help but doesn’t want to endanger TF by telling them where she is going?

Would that be why Carol is hesitant to tell Daryl what is going on? Perhaps, Beth asked Carol not to tell Daryl she was back. Maybe Carol is hesitant to get involved in whatever is going on between Beth and Daryl, but wants him to be prepared to see her when he returns.

Since this series has HEAVILY foreshadowed marriage and fatherhood, what if Beth is ALREADY pregnant with Daryl’s baby before she leaves?

IF this type of storyline is how they are writing this, then it will become the inverse of Season 5 and more like The Odyssey. Daryl and Carol will be fighting to get back home to their loved ones, not searching for them. Daryl, like Odysseuss, will be going across the ocean and through many detours while trying to return home to his “wife” and son.

This is not necessarily what I think WILL happen or what I WANT to happen.  I would love a romantic European adventure, but it is something to consider.

Thoughts?

[xf-cases-solved]

S1E9: Space

Case: Mulder's astronaut hero is being possessed by a space ghost that is causing him to withhold evidence of sabotage involving space shuttles. It is implied that he could have stopped the Challenger explosion. Sure. Meanwhile, badass Mission Control leader lady who I'm sure had a name just wants her fiance to get back to Earth safely, which is looking less and less likely as the astronauts on the shuttle are having a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day. Vague and repetitive flashbacks are utilized. Mulder is a fangirl. I get bored halfway through and get on my phone. Hooray!

Does someone die in the cold open: I literally just finished this episode like five minutes ago, and I want to say no—like, I'm 97% certain it's a no—but I don't remember definitively and I have no desire to go back to that episode again to check.

Does Mulder present a slideshow: No, he was recruited into this case. No time for slideshows.

Does the evidence survive the investigation: I genuinely don't think they really had any concrete "evidence" of anything in the first place. I think they kept a couple X-rays, but there's no way they would ever hold up in a court of law.

Whodunit: Original series Star Trek-ass space ghost. I think.

Convictions: Nah, only person they could have maaaaybe scraped together the weakest case for threw himself out the window to escape the space ghost, so none needed.

Did they solve it: Maybe. Mulder has a guess, but he'll never be able to prove it, and ofc Scully doesn't believe it at all. Dunno where space ghost went. Maybe they're still out there looking for their next host. If they are, I hope we don't have to ever watch another episode of television about them.

[how do i determine if a case is solved? check the scale here: x]

THIS EPISODE IS SPONSORED BY: Space ghosts. Moon's haunted. Get your gun.

***

General Total Stats:

(green means stat has changed since last ep; red means new stat added to list)

Total Cases *Definitively* Solved So Far: 3 (easy come, easy go)

Total Number of "Mulder/Scully, it's me" phone calls: 1

Total Number of Times Scully Has Conveniently Not Seen Something Crucial: 3

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Been in Mortal Danger: 2

Total Number of Times Scully Has Been in Mortal Danger: 3

Total Number of Sexually Charged and/or Flirty Moments Between Friendly Coworkers: 5 (91% of their interactions in this episode were Mulder explaining space travel lingo to her as a very obvious way to tell the audience what was going on, so there was no time for flirting :( )

Total Number of Autopsies Scully Has Performed On Screen: 1

Total Number of Times Mulder Talks to an Informant: 4

Total Number of Nosebleeds: 4

Total Number of Cigarettes Cigarette Smoking Man Has Smoked: 2

Total Number of Alex Krycek Sightings: 0 :(

Total Number of Times I Had to Look Up What State the Episode Takes Place in Even Though I Literally Just Watched It: 2 (they said it many, many, many times)

Total Number of Times I Had to Look at an Episode's Wikipedia Page to Fill This Out Because It Was Fucking Confusing and/or Too Boring for Me to Pay Attention: 1 (i made myself pay just enough attention to figure out the plot and the ending—bc, gun to my head, i would not have been able to tell you anything about that episode before today—so i saved myself a trip to wikipedia. that being said, i did not enjoy myself, and am already mentally preparing myself for the suffering that's going to happen next season when i'm forced to watch "3")

[aparticularbandit]

Take A Sad Song and Make It Better - Chapter Six

Summary: Miles almost hit Duke when he left Andi’s place.  He didn’t stay to make sure that Andi actually died.  What if, in all of the attempts to get into the house, one of them heard the car still rumbling in the garage?  What if Andi didn’t die?

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: T. TW: Hospital scenario.

AO3

previous chapter

Time passes.

None of them leave.

Andi doesn’t wake up.

They stay in her room in shifts, and when they aren’t in her room, Birdie tries to keep them entertained.  Claire spends half of her time leaning against either Lionel or Birdie herself; it’s easier to lean against Lionel because Birdie wants to keep constantly moving. Peg eventually joins them inside, and while she doesn’t want to take time away from them, she goes to visit Andi, too.  By the time the sun crests the horizon, Whiskey is there, too, but she never goes in Andi’s room.  Moral support, she’d say, if anyone asks.

But no one does.

Miles doesn’t show up because, as far as they’re concerned, Miles doesn’t know. Doesn’t get to know.  The only one who even considers calling him is Birdie – she brings it up, tells them that someone should call him, since Peg has her phone – but Claire gives her a look and Lionel asks her if Andi would really want him there.  That quiets her for a moment.

Claire asks, then, if Andi would really want any of them there.

Whiskey’s arrival breaks that silence.  It’s the first time any of them – except Duke – feels happy about her arrival.  But none of them will mention that, either.

The morning comes, and Andi still isn’t awake, and the nurses check on her while Doctor Clark is gone, and as far as any of them know, there’s no change. Not that they would be told if there was.

And then, finally, something changes.

…but not what they want.

~

Helen has very rarely if ever considered that her sister moving away was a bad thing.  It was a good thing; Andi had all of that ambition and all of the genius, and she’d needed to go somewhere else to be fully realized, and that was fine.  Absolutely fine.  Helen had been fine to see her sister’s bright, gold star rise and rise and rise (and been furious when it crashed and burned because those shitheads she called friends wouldn’t stand with her and chose that pasty white boy over her sister – but that’s another story – no, it’s this story, it’s part of this story).  That didn’t – and doesn’t – mean she hasn’t missed her, because she has.  Certainly doesn’t mean she wouldn’t have liked to be Andi’s plus one to those TED Talks she gave on occasion, because she definitely would have—

But none of that was a bad thing.

No, the primary thing Helen regrets about Andi moving so far away is that she is so far away, that it would take two days to drive there if either of them wanted to drive, that it takes significantly less time to fly there if she knows ahead of time – but this time, she didn’t know ahead of time, so she’d scrambled to get a pack together, to get a plane ticket, to hitch a ride to the airport so that she doesn’t have to park there and pay those astronomical fees when she doesn’t know how long she’s going to be gone—

Helen regrets that it takes so many hours to get to her sister at her weakest point when she should have been able to get there immediately, when she wanted to get there immediately.

She doesn’t regret it right now – and might not regret it later – arriving on very little sleep, unable to get any rest on the train, and anxious and frustrated and—

Them.

Helen sees most of them in the waiting room and rushes away down the hall before they can see her (or so she hopes – a couple of them don’t even seem to be awake, and the blonde – Birdie, if she remembers correctly – is curled up like a cat across two of the others’ laps, mostly all in the lap of the one she remembers is a scientist but with her head in the lap of a woman with short brown hair).  They’re all wearing masks to some degree, but Birdie’s seems to be slipping off.  None of the nurses have said anything.  Maybe they haven’t even noticed.

She doesn’t care.  She’s not here for them; she’s here for—

Her eyes narrow as she enters the room and sees another of them sitting in a chair just next to her sister with one of Andi’s hands held in hers.  Her teeth grit together.  “Get. Out.”

~

Claire hears the door open, but she doesn’t look up.  If it’s any of her friends, they’ll be gentle, place a hand on her shoulder, and stand there for a few minutes while she gets up the nerve to leave the room – to leave Andi to one of them – and if it’s Doctor Clark, then she’ll only need to move if the doctor needs to use this arm to check on Andi’s status, on anything vital that the machines aren’t already keeping track of. She sighs, opens her mouth to say something—

“Get.  Out.”

Her eyes widen.  She doesn’t know that tone – or that accent – but there’s only one person with the authority to remove her so completely.  She turns just enough to take in the woman who looks so much like Andi – and so much not like her – and says, voice soft with some emotion that she can’t identify, “Helen?”

Helen’s dark eyes narrow.  “So you know who I am, but you don’t listen to me when I tell you to get your shitty ass self out of my sister’s hospital room.”  She grabs Claire’s arm and pulls her up – Claire doesn’t know what sort of job Helen has, because Andi rarely if ever talked about her, but she finds out all too quick that she’s strong – then drags her to the door.

“Look,” Claire starts, trying to meet Helen’s eyes and holding them as long as she can (but those are Andi’s eyes – Andi’s eyes when she is at her most upset – and the last time Claire saw Andi was at that awful trial, hearing her screech at her and having to force herself to—), and she’s never forgotten how much smaller Andi is than her, has to realize now how much smaller Helen is, too, "this isn’t the best way to meet, but we—”

“I don’t care, you shithead.”  Helen pushes her out the door.  “I want you and the rest of them gone.” Then she shuts the door in Claire’s face.

Claire stands outside the hospital room for the span of ten heartbeats, trying to think things through, trying to find the most politically correct way to fix this, and then, failing that, some other way to fix this, but she can’t fix anything if Helen is locked in there and she’s out here, and…and…and….

She probably can’t fix this at all.

~

“Fucking shitheads,” Helen murmurs as she pulls back the seat where the politician had been sitting.  (She knows her name better than the rest of them, remembers hearing her sister yell it out during the trial, remembers the lie and the liar.  Out of all of those shitheads her sister used to call friends, outside of their ringleader, she was the worst. Was?  Is.)  Then she sits in the seat like that asshole hadn’t just been sitting in it and takes Andi’s hand in her own like that asshole hadn’t just had it in hers.  “I’m here,” she says, staring at her sister, seeing her – really seeing her, in person – for the first time in nearly a decade, “and I’m not going to let those—”

Andi’s brow furrows, and Helen stops.  Waits.  From what little she’d been told over the phone, Andi should have woken up by now.  It’s odd that she hasn’t.  Wrong. When Andi lets out a little moan of discomfort, she thinks that’s it, thinks she’ll wake up and see her here, but…no. Nothing.  Almost as soon as the sound starts, it’s gone, and Andi’s furrowed brow smooths out again.

“I’m here,” Helen says again, staring down at her, swallowing past the sudden lump in her throat.  “I’m here.”

[simptasia]

I think i remember an old post ages and ages ago where you said if anyone ever sent a threesome post daniel/char/miles you'd go insane and i can't remember if anyone did so here is that ask i'd love to hear a threesome hc between these lil guys

it is funny how when my brain isn't fixated on something else, for whatever reason my mind settles on picturing these three people before i go to sleep. romance, mundane stuff, fucking, pregnancy

mainly fucking

it's just a comfortable groove my mind has settled into over the past t,,ten years. well. jer, bex and ken are all talented babes who deserved to be in the show more. not to say dan and miles didn't have depth. they did, but it feels like so much of their story is off screen

because it is. fucking writer's strike

annnnyways. this prompt is so very broad (specifics make me a happy sapphie), i will try to collect my thoughts as best i can

i still haven't figured out how long the time on the boat was. basically i need to figure out the time between michael's flashback in "meet kevin johnson" and when our sci team land. and with that, i have the playground for these three meeting

so information pending, i go with a month

within that month, daniel and charlotte fall in love, that much is clear. but where does miles factor into this? the writers seem to have forgotten miles should have like, some kinda feelings about these people. not romantic like i do, but Something. a science team that neither science nor teams

so miles was pulling his "i don't care about people, leave me alone" bullshit on the boat but it barely worked and dan and char hung out with him anyways. misfits sticking together kinda thing. espech cuz keamy and his friends totally woulda been awful to all of them

char takes it upon herself to be dan's carer, because Nobody Care Him, and at this point dan badly needs help. and, naturally, they fall in love and they're being all held gaze-y and touching each other a lot for a not couple. and miles and noami are like "jeez get a load of these two". anyways char loves dan but she feels that doing something about that would be taking advantage of him. what with the severe brain damage

my version of charlotte is a very sexually experienced lady (i.e a slut. i say this lovingly). miles is a slut too. so they're horny and lonely and bitter so they become fuck buddies. yeah, as far threesome shipping goes, technically char/miles is the weakest part of the triangle, so it's ironically that those are the two i have bang first

oh a good way to go about this is for me to describe how each part of the trio feels about the other

daniel towards charlotte: it wasn't love at first sight but he made eye contact just a bit too long. pure love and devotion. like, to a concerning degree. like, he would (and does) absolutely risk the lives of himself and others for her. however it's not just My Love My Soulmate My Goddess level awe, he does genuinely respect her as a human being. like, her intelligence and boldness. it can come across like he's got her on a pedestal but nah, this dude is just adoring. that being said, in daniel's eyes charlotte is perfect

charlotte towards daniel: the moment she saw him she saw this sadness in him that was sympathetic. but she didn't feel pity, just a strong desire to know this man. char has no desire to Fix Men, she went into this caregiver role out of a desire to help somebody who clearly didn't fit in with the world around him. char had often felt lost or alone in her life, so a connection was felt. plus, dan just makes everybody softer. over the weeks, the desire to just stick by him turned into affection, fondness, friendship, attraction... love. as mentioned she chose not to act on it. and on the island, after hearing that dan loves her, she still keeps it to herself. i think she was waiting for a better time, "when we're home, when things aren't so life threatening and hectic, i'll tell dan how i feel" but that time never came, not in their lifetimes, at least

miles towards daniel and charlotte: okay so these go together because they're tied up in one emotional rollercoaster. so at first to him they're just Weird Nerd and Hot Feisty British Chick. then they're those nerds that hang out all the time- oh they're into each other. whatever i guess. miles doesn't care. wish they'd bang already because they're being so cute they're annoying. man, they're cute. Wait What. No. Don't Get Attached. Love Is A Lie And Everything Dies- uh anyways. sex isn't sad. think of char while jerking off. why is faraday here, he's not even hot........ oh, actually into this. and then char isn't banging dan so she bangs miles and that suits miles just fine. and he can keep pretending he doesn't care. basically his feelings towards char is going from finding to her hot to also, liking her. and with dan, thinking he's weird but lowkey wanting to protect him (in a miles way, so sassing keamy, and supporting the rest the group in subtle, bitchy ways). and also getting a confused boner for him because dan sneaks up on people like that

charlotte towards miles: went from "oh this arsehole" to "he's funny" to "oh, oh there's something hiding under there" to "we may as well fuck". the recognition of hidden depths comes before the fucky. just like with sawyer. they're bitchy fuck buddies

daniel towards miles: daniel always liked miles, even when miles was just straight up mean. because somehow, someway, daniel always had a feeling like miles didn't really mean it. maybe it's cuz daniel has been really bullied before so he Knows things. maybe its the look in miles' eyes when he thinks nobody is looking. so, dan's feelings towards miles are relatively simple. he's always liked him and found him funny, and that can easily form into affection and loyalty, because it's quite easy for dan to like people. i submit to you, dan falling in love with desmond within a span of 2-ish hours. and trusting kate and jack within an hour. dan needs friends. if somebody is genuinely a nasty person, he's not so down

in limboverse this expands further, dan and char start from almost stratch (but with ~Soulmate Feelings~ ala kate and claire) and then one day experience a Memory Love Blast (as ya go) and then they make out and tearfully confess their love for each other

all very lovely and angsty and would no doubt be scored amazingly

miles and char get far more to their relationship in limbo, as the show decided they're friends! so i've expanded that to they're bestest friends ever. they met because char works at miles dad's museum and he introduced them. soon after they banged in the coat room

(they mistook their otherworldly "we have a connection" feelings for Intense Lust and acted accordingly. and they weren't wrong. for whatever reason i insist upon these two having great sexual chemistry. so i've rolled with that)

so they get the fuck buddy thing too but over a longer period of time and with added friendship. i love the char/miles limboverse dynamic

so! how does that become dan/char/miles?

well dan and char were already dating (from finale onwards) but the remembering thing makes the feelings even stronger. so they're basically fully committed. and char and miles had this arrangement where she and miles are always friends of course but their physical relationship only happens in between char's many, many relationships. so fully and totally in love with dan, char ponders to herself one night that this would mean never being with miles again. and she realises that makes her sad. it'd make miles' sad too but he opts to ignore that feeling because he's pro dan/char

so after thinking about it a lot she decides to sit her boys down at the kitchen table and extend an offer. she knows she's taking a risk, she worries if she's being selfish or greedy, but she has to ask. and she's basically like "dan i love you, miles i love you too, Can Miles Be A Part Of This" but more complex than that. like letting dan know that he's Enough. and miles quipping something like "wow, you'll miss fucking me that bad, huh?". i have a bagillion stories of these three in my head and they're all amazingly written, i promise

i feel the real turning point in the convo is when daniel, gears audibly turning in his head, asks "do i get to be with miles too?"

note: get to

so yeah, they become a thing. shocking, i know

ya know. i haven't even started on the sex stuff yet

now, i don't want it to come across like miles, dear miles, is some kind of fuck pet for this couple. given the races of the people involved, that'd be a bit yikes. no, Fuck Pet stuff is for the dom/sub stuff char likes to do. as i imagine these three, it's a genuine, respectful relationship. just they're all emotionally fucked up in different ways, especially miles. mind you, remembering his life will help out with miles' openness and emotional maturity

it's just that i realised that it could come across like i'm depicting dan and char as this pure breath taking love and then with miles it's like Fuck Fuck Fuck, like he's just an object. and thats not true. dan and char are also Fuck Fuck Fuck in my heart. and i love miles dearly and acknowledge and expand upon his character vehemently

heck, i think i understand his pain more than the writers do. but i have added my own interpretations. as is my right

anyways. sex headcanon lightning round: femdom char. masochist miles. obligate bottom daniel. char is insanely loud, like it sounds like she's faking it cuz it sounds that over the top. daniel is so into char's hair that it's a fetish. miles has his nipples and cock pierced. dan is great at eating pussy. miles has a filthy fucking mouth. char gushes like a goshdamn fountain because i'm driving this fucking bus

in the book of their life there would be a chapter called "Charlotte And Miles Help Daniel Discover Fetishes". daniel isn't totally oblivious (he went to oxford, he knows some things) but he's certainly far less experienced than char and miles. and he's never watched porn

so he's gonna learn some things about the world and himself. and theres also the fun of dan surprising them with what he already knows. he already fingers himself, thank you very much!

"charlotte pegs daniel and miles" feels so obvious to say, it's almost laughable. but there ya go. and thats all i can wring out of my brain for the time being. if anybody has any specific questions or statements, go right ahead!

so it all turns out great and they all end up living together and having The Best Sex Ever and they have a cat and four kids and they live happily ever after because the lost finale didn't care enough about these people to have them go into the light so They're Mine Now

thank you for your time

[aspiringsophrosyne]

Episode 5: Fate's Journey Pt. 1

Banter.

For my money, this is probably one of the weakest episodes of Season one, if not the weakest. This is primarily due to the pacing; episode five plays out a lot slower than it needs to. This makes for longer post this time, but I've split it into parts to hopefully make it easier to swallow. This is part one of four. I hope you enjoy.

Now let's get into it.

Vex and Percy's talk on the wagon is...imperfect. On the one hand, Laura and Taliesin are fabulously natural as usual, and I greatly appreciate the attempt at banter (more on that in another post). I also appreciate that Vex and Percy get a moment to themselves. But the lines themselves are wonky.

For one, you don't practice a resting bitch face. That's why it's a resting bitch face. For two, Vex's inquiring about Percy's bad mood upon returning home is.....a little strange. Vex is a savvy woman; she's got to know that the Briarwoods, known murderous sexy evil power couple, are not going to be awaiting Vox Machina's arrival with open arms and gift baskets. For the same reason, she's also got to know, even without being an expert on the subject, that heading back to the sight of his family's murder is not going to be fun for Percy.

And on top of all that, there's the fact that Vex should know something about not being happy to go home, given Syngorn. What she's saying to Percy could've made sense if they'd used this to set her up as a low-key hypocrite who's in denial about her own issues, and then have that come to fruition in The Echo Tree. But that isn't what happened.

On multiple levels this talk isn't as good as it could be.

So let's try another possible take:

Percy: Please stop that. I'm trying to concentrate.

Vex: Is that what you're doing? Or is that just your resting bitch face?

Percy: My resting bitch face?

Vex: You look terrible, Percy.

Percy: And why shouldn't I? You saw for yourself. The Briarwoods were outnumbered and still fought us to a standstill after they nearly killed your brother. They're not exactly going to be rolling out the red carpet for us....unless it's a carpet soaked with blood...if a vampire wouldn't consider that wasteful-

Vex: I know it can't be pleasant for you, after everything that's happened....but I was hoping you could take comfort in the fact that we'll be with you this time, darling.

Percy: Yes I...thank you. I'll try to remember that. And to be fair, I do have a magnificent resting bitch face.

Vex: You do.

Percy: I didn't used to. I have you all to thank for that.

Hey, Anjali Bhimani as a Cleric of the Everlight! Anjali is fantastic; she's been in Exandria Unlimited and the Ravening War, and deserves all the love.

The talk around the campfire was a lot of fun, and I liked that it gave the show a chance to squeeze in some references from the stream we're probably not going to see in the show. (I'm still wondering if Hotis is going to show up again, or not, or if we'll still get the encounter that we did with him in the stream but instigated by a different character.)

However...one exchange in particular bothers me more than a bit. It's this one, with Keyleth and Vex:

Keyleth, upon setting Vax on fire a little: Oh, my gosh. Oh, sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!

Vax: You're fine. You're fine. No worries.

Vex: Yeah, no worries. You'll probably get your shit together eventually.

...

Keyleth, later: Vex is right. Maybe I'll never get my shit together.

That is....pretty much the exact opposite of what Vex said, which is kind of remarkable. Let's try something else:

Keyleth: Vex is right. I don't have my shit together. I can't even get into the same time zone as any of my shit, let alone have it together. And what if she's wrong? What if I never do? What if I fail my trial and then I'll fail the Ashari and then I'll fail Vox Machina and then I'll-

Vax: Whoa! Calm down. It's alright. Don't listen to my sister.

Maybe a little heavy on the Keyleth freak out here, but I think you get the idea. Also, structured this way, we can set up a parallel between the couples' talks. That's always fun.

I wouldn't see much need to point this kind of thing out if it weren't for the fact that....well, as we go along, we're going to see similar clumsy and even contradictory writing show up. Repeatedly. And I think it's at the heart of one of the biggest things holding TLOVM back right now.

In the same vein, the twins' talk was a nice set up for things to come, but it gets a little clunky when Vex mentions that they got out of Syngorn because they didn't get distracted by pretty things. This isn't just weird in the moment because she's the goldbug, but it's weird now, in hindsight. Specifically because of what we've seen in S2. She was the one who pushed her brother to get that tiara for her. And she was the one who wanted to stay when Vax stormed out. Presumably for the last time.

She was the one distracted by pretty things, and it almost kept her in Syngorn.

Again, this could've been used to (compassionately) set her up as a hypocrite who's in denial, but...if that was the plan, I think the moment to put it into effect was the twins' family reunion. So the opportunity for that seems to have passed. I would be happy to be proven wrong in a future episode, though. We'll have to see.

That's it for part one. Onto part two: Travel And Chase.

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 484

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 49: Process Of Marriage 19

Gen 2:24 FOR THIS CAUSE will a man GO AWAY FROM HIS FATHER AND HIS MOTHER AND BE JOINED TO HIS WIFE; and they will be one flesh. BBE

NAKED AFTER MARRIAGE 2

Nakedness mean Vulnerability in another context. When they say that one is caught “pants down”, they mean he is in his weakest and most embarrassing disposition when accosted.

One in such a position normally scrambles for his clothes when seen.

It also connotes a stance of punishment or disgrace, from God or man.

Isa 47:2-3 Take millstones and grind flour. Remove your veil. TAKE OFF YOUR SKIRT. UNCOVER YOUR LEGS, and cross the river. PEOPLE WILL SEE YOU NAKED. PEOPLE WILL SEE YOUR SHAME. I will take revenge. I won't spare anyone. GW

When a married couple are naked together, they have no cause to be ashamed or afraid of ridicule or harm because the Man’s nakedness and body are the woman’s, and otherwise.

Lev 18:8 You shall not uncover the nakedness of your FATHER’S WIFE. IT IS YOUR FATHER'S NAKEDNESS. MKJV

However, the moment anybody apart from that Couple has cause to “see” their nakedness, it is in order to have them become uncomfortable and disoriented automatically.

Even in God’s presence, they are expected to be ashamed when they are uncovered.

Gen 3:9-10 The LORD called out to the man and asked, "Where are you?" The man answered, "I WAS NAKED, and when I heard you walking through the garden, I WAS FRIGHTENED AND HID!" CEV

After they ate the FRUIT, they could [now] acknowledge Nakedness and Propriety, and even though they were yet the only humans then, they “needed” to cover up fast.

Even the animals seeing them naked, made then self-conscious and to squirm in fearful shame.

Gen 3:7 Then the eyes of both of them opened, and THEY KNEW THEY WERE NAKED; SO THEY SEWED FIG LEAVES TOGETHER AND MADE COVERINGS FOR THEMSELVES. NET

So, if they have [shoddily] covered up themselves, why did they yet run to hide from God?

Gen 3:8 During the cool part of the day, the LORD God was walking in the garden. The man and the woman heard him, and THEY HID AMONG THE TREES IN THE GARDEN. ERV

Because the Fruit of Knowledge of Good & Evil opened their eyes and heart to awareness of MORALITY in its fullest capacity.

Even a tiny hole revealing a portion of their body through the leaves, or exposure of major parts of their legs made them uncomfortable.

Rev 16:15 "Listen! I am coming like a thief ! HAPPY IS HE WHO STAYS AWAKE AND GUARDS HIS CLOTHES, SO THAT HE WILL NOT WALK AROUND NAKED AND BE ASHAMED IN PUBLIC!" GNB

It thence baffles one to think of Single/Married women with “Indecent Exposures” of “body parts” without any sense of shame or fear.

Those with “big” parts are not satisfied till they have clothes that fully “express” their breast and butts, with “see-through”, skimpy skirts, bust-exposing V-necked dresses etc.

So many Christians also are involved in all these.

Isa 3:16 The LORD adds, "The WOMEN OF ZION are arrogant. THEY WALK WITH THEIR NOSES IN THE AIR, MAKING SEDUCTIVE GLANCES, TAKING SHORT LITTLE STEPS, jingling the ankle bracelets on their feet." GW

Public Dressing Indecency remains a contentious topic, where even our “sisters” argue that they are only dressing for their personal comfort and that Men should work on their minds.

Many also say that their husbands want them to dress that way.

Where persons no more feel any sense of shame for even the slightest exposure, there must be mental problems.

Isa 3:17-18 THEREFORE JEHOVAH WILL STRIKE WITH A SCAB THE CROWN OF THE HEAD OF THE DAUGHTERS OF ZION, AND JEHOVAH WILL MAKE THEIR SECRET PARTS NAKED. In that day the Lord will take away the beauty of ankle-bracelets, and the headbands, and the crescents, MKJV

It is evident that such actions by “loose” women denotes that they have been subjected to judgemental curses.

If even a married woman can boldly expose herself - partially or “flashingly” - she must be under God punishment.

I pray that our homes will not be an object of God’s wrath, nor an example of judged disobedience, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Monday, as we proceed in digging into this inspiring Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Friday, March 15, 2024

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[lutawolf]

Unforgotten Night (2022) Ep 1

My brat with a British accent wanted to write this together. Her once again covering the sub and me covering the Dom. I told her that she was a sadist and this was supposed to be bad. Iffy "noooooo, no, I'm just a special word for someone who wants you to suffer with me" You will be able to find the lovely iffy's companion post here.

It didn't help that I got so many requests to watch this. I think some of you are sadists. Is there something about doing this to a sadist that turns you on?? I included the Coconuts Mafia in my torture because if I'm going to take one, then the team should too. Thank you so much for the support and commentary! @biochemjess @suga4mycoffee read here @mematryoshkame @minisculecosmos @hereiswhereitbegan28 @akitbeast and their commentary here and Pebee. Also make sure to read @feralpansexual bdsm red flags post here

For those that know nothing about the series and this is your first time hearing about it: Kim (sub), a 25 year old office worker, has been in one sided love with his senior, Day, for a a long time. To forget about him and move on, he decides to have one night stand with a random stranger he met at the bar. What he didn't know was the stranger would start liking him to the point of no return. Kamol (Dom/Sadist), a 30 year old mafia, has some special needs in bed and so he keeps switching partners but no one is able to satisfy him. One night he meets Kim, who perfectly meets his needs. Right at that moment, Kamol decided to make the man his own.

Promo Poster

Seriously guys, what the fuck is that picture above. His FACE. "When you want to be tied up, but the idiot you're fucking doesn't know how to do it properly." I would like to be on the side of the Dom here but I can just hear the sub saying "Gotta do everything my damn self" Also, why are they using a glorified shoelace?? I mean, I haven't even started the episode yet and I'm dead. Where is the chemistry? What is it with these poses? They feel like their about to give a beginner's class in couples yoga with fun accessories.

Episode 1

So begins my drinking habit, I mean watch. No really, this turned into a drinking game. I took a shot every time a sub cries. I was tipsy by the end of the show. There was torture... Of the audience kind. Ellen DeGeneres shoes, constantly running water taps, 80's music and a horrible English breakfast with anemic sausage. On the plus side, I laughed a lot. I highly recommend as a group hate watch.

We meet Kamol as a "business tycoon" and you can tell they are trying to set an air of arrogance and command. The typical portrayal of a Dom. I didn't feel it though. I was deeply underwhelmed, he really wasn't giving strong power vibes. Ohhh, the ominous whisper "Something big is coming up." I'm all a flutter. Also, this might be an American thing but he just gave the weakest hang shake ever. As a Dom, I would be embarrassed. That's the one area where it is completely acceptable to have a pissing contest and you just barely held finger.

The next scene shows a weeping and marked up submissive. I've got no issue with one night stands but you still put the work in. Not only should there have been respect for limits but also aftercare. Instead he leaves him and has his bodyguards take him out. Can we get more Dom low class?

Why, yes we can "They always say they can take it but they never last" Yeah, okay. He wasn't any more satisfied than you buddy, so who is the real problem here? That's just stupid. You don't pick someone off the street and go, lets do a little whip and tickle. It takes a masochist to like pain and every masochist likes a different type of pain. This is like me asking if someone likes ice cream and then making them eat the flavor that's my favorite. Dumbass, I said I like ice cream, doesn't mean I like that ice cream.

We have a lot of weepy sub scenes. Then the girls aka assistants, take their boss to the bar. I don't know how they thought this was a good idea. The music alone would cause me to cry and drink too much. However, it's at the bar that Kamol (aka shoelace Pillsbury Ceo) shows up and notices Kim. Finally we have the moment they meet. In a bathroom, because the mafia apparently really appreciate bathrooms.

Kim is stumbling drunk into the bathroom and Kamol thinks this is a brilliant. Follows him into the bathroom. Where we have the conversation of,

Kim "Are you starting at me"

Pillsbury "I'm staring at you"

Kim "you interested"

Pillsbury "Yes, you caught my eye"

All why the mother fucking water facet is going!!!

Weepy Sub "in that case can you help me forget him"

Pillsbury "As long as you can tolerate it" 🙄🙄 Because yes, I like chocolate chip ice cream and so will you! 🤦🏻‍♀️

Weepy "No problem, you can do whatever you want" that's a good way to get stds kid and then you'll really have something to cry about.

Oh look! We finally have the, you're drunk, who me talk. It went as expected. Weepy sub is now up against the bathroom counter. Managing to avoid the still running water! It's torturing me! This is not my flavor of masochism! Then he calls him Baby. Which fits weepy sub. It's a very accurate pet name.

We show up at Pillsbury's place where they are magically changed into robes.... And they ones again talk about if baby is drunk. Yet they never talk about what kind of kink they are into. We apparently just gonna wing it, cause yeah that works. Guess we can blame it on him getting all hot and bothered at being called Mister. 🤦🏻‍♀️

The most consent talk we get is, you can suck this up right. And then he beaks out the Toys-R-Us cuffs that baby can easily slid right out of. He started him off real light with luke warm wax that's barely dripping. Yet we get this face.

At this point, I'm thinking boy can't handle much. Then Pillsbury breaks out a horse flogger. You guys, I wasn't expecting accuracy and if you want me to give a break down of why the flogging was so fucking God Awful that I took two shots! I can. Needless to say it was grossly inaccurate but even that doesn't match the horror of this.

Meanwhile his flogging is on the level of "I’m going to FLOG YOU……with kindness"

"W-would you like to talk to me about my childhood wounds as I whip you very gently"

On the plus side, there was a very nice, very accurate bite mark. I've got a bitting kink myself and no way THAT was fake, so kudos for that.

Then the true torture again. Dripping faucet. While Pillsbury finally gives some kind of aftercare. A bath with sweet kisses. While whispering sweet nothings of "You are the one".. It's not much but it's finally something so we'll take it.

But then baby wakes up alone to a Best Western breakfast. Is it any wonder he booked it? Maybe start acting like a Dom and taking care of your subs? Hmm.

I can't leave you without mentioning the stick on tattoo.

It shifts. For a second I thought we were going to get a shifter bl but they were just teasing. It's just a bad fake tattoo.

So there you have it. My torture is now our torture. Especially if you made it all the way through, what ever, that was that I wrote. Hope you got a few chuckles 💜💜💜

[wings-of-an-antelope]

A body that beautiful must have been meant for me.

Ice X reader.

So I watched both Top Gun movies, and I loved them, I'm ashamed I hadn't watched Top Gun sooner. Lurv Woaa.

Summary - A rare night out, a low tolerance for alcohol and one inconvenience, the perfect equation.

Warnings- Alcohol.

A/n- I do not own any of the characters, images, gifs.

Not quite satisfied with yet another quiet night at home, your feet propped up, a good book in your hands, you make the decision to head down to 'the bar' the one bar around that was guaranteed to have attractive men in uniform in every direction you looked.

The music playing, the smiling and laughter filling the room all combined into the perfect atmosphere for a relaxing night, alone, at a bar. Drink in hand you allow yourself to enjoy the music, the alcohol leaving a warmth spreading through your chest. Overall better than being at home.

Once in a while you could swear you were being watched, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, anytime you looked around for that pair of eyes, you found none. Turning your head back towards the bar and towards your drink, you come face to face with a uniformed chest.

A curious gaze is cast across the broad uniformed expanse before you, up to wide strong shoulders, a sculpted neck and finally, the most amazing blue eyes you'd ever seen. It took a moment to realize that you may have been staring too long, luckily for you, the Adonis before you, seemed to get it.

"I'll give you a moment to compose yourself... Take your time though, I think you'll like the view." He chuckled, popping his pectoral muscles and making you giggle slightly, your hand coming to cover your mouth.

(Let's go ahead and pretend that isn't the back of Mavericks head.)

"Do you always invade a bodies personal space, when you first meet them?" You inquire, sipping your drink and indulging in the color of his eyes, which never left you as you spoke together.

"Only when my first thought when they walk through the door is, a body that beautiful must be meant for me." He grins, a saucy, heart throbbing grin as he runs his fingers through his beautiful blonde hair.

"Whoa. Okay, let me just recover a little bit here. That, was devastating!" You have to rest your hand over your heart for a second to calm the rapid thundering within, your cheeks are likely the color of the cover to the bar stool, red as cherries.

His delighted chuckle led to couple more drinks and the bartender yanking your keys from your fingers, a pout adorning your lips as the man tells you that you can pick the keys and your car up in the morning.

With more than a little grumbling about having to walk to pick up your car you allow your new friend to lead you to his truck.

"I don't think we ever got around to names, Tom Kazanski." He couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as you wrinkled your nose at him.

"Toooom Kazanshi... Ski. Can I just call you Ice?" You slur slightly, slouched in the seat of the truck, hair falling out of place.

"Talked to some other Top Gun pilots huh?" He asked, taking the moment to glance over at you, looking adorably disheveled.

"Who? Ew. No. It's your eyes, they look like melted ice." You nod as if what you had said made the most sense in the world.

"You mean water?" He asked, trying not to laugh, while keeping the truck on the road.

"No, melted ice. It's totally different." You insisted quite heavily on the fact, and he didn't have it in him to try and explain. However he would always consider his eyes the color of melted ice.

Pulling up to your house, Ice turned off the truck, walked around to your side and, carefully extracted you from the seat. He laughed a little when you mentioned you hadn't actually had that much to drink considering you'd asked for the weakest drinks possible. He'd have to remember your lack of tolerance for next time.

"Where are your keys, sweetheart?" He asked as the two of you finally made it to the front door.

The look of horror on your face had him sighing. They were on the same ring as your car keys... You were locked out of your house until tomorrow. He made a couple of calls, and turned the truck back in the direction of the home of his friend Mother Goose. He'd called him that for so long it seemed weird calling him anything else.

"Ice, it's good to see you." Carol smiled as she pulled him into a huge hug. "I hear you got locked out?" She asks a little confused.

"Oh, no, not me, Carol. The bartender took their keys, and their house keys were on them." He laughed, pointing to his truck, you'd fallen asleep on the drive back and were currently curled up in his front seat snuggling his jacket.

"Awww, fast asleep, poor thing. I'll make up the couch, you bring them in." Carol smiled warmly as she disappeared back into the house, Ice turned to his truck and made his way to the door, careful not to dump you out onto the sidewalk.

Once inside Ice sets you down on the couch, covered now in a soft blanket, a fluffy looking pillow placed over the arm. You refused to let go of his jacket while you slept so he simply pulled the blanket over your shoulders.

"Goodnight Beautiful. I'll see you soon." He promised as he leaned down and kissed your forehead with a featherlight touch of his lips.

"Pandas don't use silverware." You whisper as you clutch his jacket tighter.

"They sure don't." He snickered before making his way out the door.