TB headcanons: Homelander and suit // Homelander and second identity

When Homelander will finally gives into Sara's idea of "incognito" and double-life, he will very proudly dye his hair black. The little smile he will have on his face when he shows Sara his new hair will be engraved on her mind. He's so cute

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Since she started to date Homelander, Sara found herself to be far bolder than she used to be. She unlocked something inside her, something wilder, something powerful. Spending time with him made her want to explore the use of her powers some more, to become more comfortable in her own skin and make sure that no one could talk her down. 

Crossing paths with her exes opened old wounds that hurt her still to this day but she now has someone she can rely on. She has someone she loves and someone who loves her too. She wants to be free from Brett and Tara and is now looking forward to facing these two assholes.

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When he's learning how to use his camera. 

Also, when he's pretending to be cold when we both know he doesn't feel shit. 

Let me swoon okay? He's handsome!

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Homelander is never seen wearing anything but his suit. Sara is slowly working towards helping him out of the suit and into something else. She loves it when he's wearing outfits and she will absolutely fold when he wears a suit! Sara loves people wearing suits and Homelander is so hot when he's wearing a suit!

COPG short: his light

"She was his Light, the most beautiful goddess of all of creation. She was His beloved, the most powerful goddess of all creation. She was free. Pride managed to break her free from her curse and he also managed to forge a ring (with the help of Hecate) that would finally allow her to freely move around. She was his Light, his beloved, his goddess and for the first time in millennia they would be able to be together as they saw fit. They were eager to find out how her powers worked. She wanted to make it so Vancouver would look like a child's play."

GOT shorts: Friendship

Lady Kyra Lannister was the princess' first and trustful best friend. She was a nervous wreck since her sister, Queen Daenerys gave her blessings to her union with the knight. Nervous, not because of the hardships to come but because she would become part of the Lannister family. She would become Lady Kyra's sister and thus would share a bond that transcended friendship. Bäahal wanted to be a good sister, maybe the best sister Lady Kyra ever had and perhaps that was putting way too much pressure on her shoulders than it should have. Bäahal was excited, more than anything she was happy. Lady Kyra, Ser Jaime, and Ser Tyrion would become part of the family.

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"I love it when we make time for each other. I am not used to being able to just hang out with someone and unwind and talk about whatever crosses my mind. With you, I can be silly. I can openly cry, I can be whiny and cheesy! With you, I can be "me" and it feels so damn good. I just... love you okay? So please, stay in my life, stay my best friend...Stay."

A vintage's touch: "Bad news."

 Polly tapped her fingers against the wooden table of her desk. She pursed her lips together and looked up at Mary who was knitting to calm her nerves. She seemed calm and truth be told, Polly thought she was radiant on that day. There was something relaxing about her, perhaps, the way she was carrying herself, the content smile on her lips. Polly chalked it up to the fact that Tommy finally claimed his feelings for her, she looked reassured. It took some years but finally, he put her worries away. Polly looked at Mary and then looked at the files before her. The older woman had already told Mary that they found her mother. After an intense investigation at Tommy's request, they managed to find Mary's mother, One Helen Bridge. Mary said she wasn't interested in knowing her mother or even knowing more about the circumstances of her birth and at the time, Polly respected her choice. Today, however, things are different. Mary's life had been threatened before she publicly became Tommy Shelby's new woman. With the focus on Tommy's ascension on the political landscape, there was a good chance that Mary would also be targeted. 

"Mary, we have to talk." -The nurse looked up to Polly and curbed a brow- "Don't give me that look. You know I don't like it when you're worried. I would have spared you the trouble and the stress but...It has to be said."

"I understand. You're looking out for me, Polls." Mary said, stopping mid-knit just so she could have a good look at the older woman.

"I am love. Do you remember a while ago I told you that we've found your mother. " -Mary pinched her lips together but before she could say anything Polly kept talking- "Helen Bridge. That is her name. She...She is currently active in the political sphere and has been getting closer to the far right."

"Why should I care about that woman? She's getting closer to the far-right, so what? Should I feel concerned because she's my mother?"

"No. I would never bother you with the information if it was just it.  Your mother has ambition and she wants to carve herself a place in the political landscape. She wants to marry the MP she's dating and she would want to cut all loose ties."

"Loose.... ties? Are you implying that I am..." -Polly nodded and Mary put her hands on her lap, now far more concerned by the conversation than she was before- "I see...So she wasn't just satisfied with abandoning me. She wants me dead so she can pretend she never had me."

"Or she can pretend that she could handle the scandal of your birth and take matters into her own hands."

 Polly's tone was apologetic, but deep down a deep-seated hatred was boiling. How could this woman not be satisfied enough with giving up on her child? Mary had suffered enough at the hands of the nurses and her first husband, why was her life in danger because she had survived? Helen Bridge never wanted to take accountability for her actions and even now, instead of getting closer to her daughter, she wanted to kill her.  There were women like Helen who were given the chance to keep their children and love them but Polly had her children taken away from her. Where was the justice? 

"This is not good news...." -Mary started- "I thought that I had seen the worst of it already and had already made my peace with the knowledge that my mother abandoned me. Now... Now you're telling me that my own mother is trying to kill me because I might be a liability for her political ascension?" Polly nodded and outstretched her hand so she could hold onto Mary's hand. Mary welcomed her hand and gently held onto it while her eyes started to fill with unshed tears. "What am I supposed to do? I already have peaky protection."

"Doubled. We also have to make sure that the safe house is ready in case of emergency trips there.  I have asked Tom to see to it. As for you, I know you don't like the idea of taking lives but you will have to learn how to use a gun."

"........." -Mary looked down at her hands. She still remembered the kind words  Tom said her hands were supposed to save lives not take them and yet, she had to kill in order to protect herself.  She sighed deeply and tucked some hair behind her ear.- "I will learn. I'll ask uncle Charlie. I'll make sure that we're ready just in case there is an attack carried out on me." She wiped out the tears that rolled down on her cheek before Polly sighed and gently squeezed Mary's hand.

"It's going to be alright. We'll deal with that woman. I'll talk to Tom about what we can do about her." -She sighed- "I'm sorry Mary."

"I know...."

-TBC-

A vintage's touch: the best revenge is to live.

When all odds are against you and your life is considered lesser than, 

The only way to achieve revenge is to live. 

I survived being abandoned by my mother. 

I survived being abused by the nuns at the orphanage. 

I survived an abusive husband. 

And today, as all is said and done. I have found true happiness and a family. 

I have found love and a purpose. I can still help others and give what I lacked all my life.

I survived but I did something even better: I live. I live and I am happy! 

What better revenge than this?

A vintage's touch: Father and son

Father and Son. 

The two who hold my heart in their hands.

I would never truly know what made me fall in love with Tommy but one thing is certain, I did fall because he was such a loving father to Charlie. 

Father and Son. 

Husband and Son. 

It's been years now, but I feel comfortable in the place I have between these two. I am family. I am Tom's woman. I am Charlie's mom. (his mother is resting in Heaven and until it's time for any of us to join her, I will care for her son on Earth).

Mega trivia [N + M] with commentary part 2 -WIP-

• Who has the most explosive angry fits? : Pride // Neela
• Who is the one who will show off their partner? : Jaime // Sara [Jaime told Baahal when they met that she was so much more than the disposable Targaryen. That she should not be so eager to throw her life away. He will be so proud to see her grow into her role as a princess of the Seven Kingdoms. He will always support her in whatever she wants to do, and he will always love to see her shine.  She deserves to be hyped up and Jaime will always be there to do that.]
• who is the most extra when it comes to gifts?: Pride   // Elpis
• who is the loudest when they have sex?    Homelander   //  Sara
• and who is the most turned on by how loud their partner gets?    Tom  // Bäahal
• Who is the one most likely to have pets?:   Tom (close second Dean) // Oya
• Who is the one who most likely regrets (who dwells on regrets): Dean //Asma. [She might not speak much on them but she carries with her the pain of her past mistakes. All these humans she couldn’t save because supernatural creatures got to them,  her being unable to see she was about to be betrayed by some people she befriended. Her biggest regret was to have been blinded by Elijah and thought he cared for her when he didn’t. She let him use her and make her feel indebted to him.// Dean. Dean blames himself for a lot. And he carries a lot of things with him. He puts on a mask and this bravado, but anyone who knows him knows how vulnerable he really is.]
• who is the one who is the most comfortable giving pet names: Jaime (princess)      // Sara [ Giving a pet name, Jaime. He's almost more likely to call her 'princess' than by her name. And while she is a princess and it is technically her formal title, in my mind he is using it more affectionately than just that.]
• who is the one who is the most comfortable receiving pet names:  Homelander     // Elpis [
• Getting a pet name... Homelander took to it pretty quickly I think. He really likes when she calls him her baby (don't tell anyone else though).]
• Who is the biggest hater?:  Pride // Elpis 
• Who has the biggest appetite? I mean food wise? Who talks about it the most, enjoys their meals the most? Who is a real gourmand ? Dean // Oya [This one is easy. Dean! Dean loves his food. It is one of the simplest yet greatest joys of life in his opinion. // For me it’s Oya. She loves food. She loves to eat and she’s always salivating at what Dean will / is preparing for them 😛 she knows how it feels to be hungry (during really difficult hunts) and she knows how to appreciate good food when she can eat some. (Or just food when she had none)]
• Who is the best with kids? As in, whenever a child is around be it a baby or older children, who gets along well with them? Who can take good care of them? Who is just  good with kids?: Jaime // Mary [I think Mary for me. It’s just in her nature. She’s very motherly and nurturing. And would be a good mother (is already one to Charlie) to her children. Plus the kids at the orphanage adore her// Jaime could be.]
• Who is the most ticklish? Dean // Bäahal
• Who is the one who gives the best head? Who has the tongue skills of a god/goddess? Tommy // Mary [Now, not to disparage any of my boys here, because we certainly like to think they all have their skills and their moment to shine...But I'd say that Tommy Shelby is one silver-tongued devil. // I would say….. mmmhhh okay, that’s definitely something my girls love to do and they are all quite good at it. Some are messier than others but we’re not judging by the level of mess they leave. I was tempted to say Baahal but I will have to pick Mary. And I pick her because she’s able to make Tommy Shelby lose his mind with just her tongue. Make him feel unable to stay put. Make him almost speak in tongues 😂]
• Who feels the least deserving of their partner? Like “why did they pick me?” Jaime // Sara [I will go with Sara. As curious as it might be she has been told by all but one person (her manager) that she could never be enough, or wanted. She always pretends she’s over it but in truth, she’s not. She’s genuinely terrified that her romance with homie ends up with him leaving because she wasn’t good enough of a girlfriend. // Jaime. Regular verse Jaime to be specific. Baahal could have chosen someone who is better for her in every single way. Not a washed up, shamed and dishonoured one handed knight. He doesn't deserve her and he knows it. But she's made clear that she is choosing him. So he will try hard to be deserving of her.]
• And who feels that they have found their better half? Like “we go hand In hand like peanut butter and jam?”:  Pride // Oya [ The one who has no doubts about her choice?  Who never ever questioned anything? It’s Oya. The moment she realized she had feelings for Dean and it was reciprocated? She never doubted their relationship or that he chose her. She thinks they are perfect for each other and agrees with him that they share one  // Pride. Elpis is his beloved. She is the only one good enough to deserve him and only he deserves that perfect goddess. They belong together. No question.]
• Who is the most stubborn ?   //  Bäahal [Baahal! There is no convincing her otherwise. Once she’s made her decision she sticks to it. Her loyalty is infinite and she doesn’t give up. She fought and will fight for Jaime’s sake bas well as her family. // ]
• Who is the least stubborn ?   // Sara [That would be Sara. She can accommodate others and would pick the solution that benefits her the most even if it contradicts her former opinion. The only things she does not play with: her love, loyalty, and career.]
• Who fantasize the most on their partner?   // Neela [You’d think Sara and its true. But my pick is Neela. From the moment klaus touched her, she started to crave his touch and want more. She daydreams about him, about being fucked by him, about being held by him or when she sees an outfit he would look good in she imagined him in. Curiously he wears romance novels outfits in her fantasies 😝 it’s hot okay???]

Doya: My favourite colour

In a world of dull and grey, you are my favorite color. 

Green, like your emerald eyes that you set upon me like jewels you wrap around my neck. 

Green, like the color of your flannels I borrow to drape myself with. 

Green, like nature for you are a force of nature, my love. 

In a world of dull and grey, you are my favorite color. 

You painted my world in vivid color and reminded me of the beauty of life. 

You gave me a purpose when all I wanted was to meet my end once I reached my goal, 

But your love kept me anchored to this life, your love made me want to keep going, to keep on living. 

In a world of dull and grey, you are my favorite color. 

You make life worth living and you make me happy beyond words. 

How did I get so lucky? I don't know how but I don't want to have the answer. 

All I know is that I am lucky. I am in love. I am happy!

Klasma: As I lay bare before you.

As I lay bare before you, I want you to pay attention to me. 

I want you to see the way I am looking at you,  as warmth engulfed me upon setting my eyes on you. 

I want you to see the way I say your name, with infinite sweetness that I reserve only for those I love. 

I want you to see the way I search for your contact, as I crave the sensation of your skin against mine. 

I want you to pay attention to me. 

As I lay bare before you, I want you to focus on what words cannot express. 

I want you to see the way my skin gets covered in goosebumps whenever you're near me.

I want you to notice how my breathing becomes more labored as you whisper in my ear.

I want you to notice how vulnerable I make myself be, lowering my tall walls for you. 

I want you to pay attention to my feelings. 

As I lay bare before you, I want you to focus on how I feel about you. 

I want you to see the tears your sharp tongue elicits from me when you lose your temper. 

I want you to hear the sound of my breaking heart when you decide to push me away from you. 

I want you to smell the salty tears that roll down my cheeks as you stomp on my heart and rip it apart.

I want you to pay attention to my love for you. 

As I lay bare before you, I want you to focus on my love for you! 

I want you to see that no matter how hard you push me away, I won't give up on you. 

I want you to see that no matter how you think of you, I know your heart! I know your pain! 

I want you to see that no matter how much you hate yourself, I love you. 

I want you to hear me out! I want you to see as I lay my bare before you! 

Look at me!

Look at me! 

Look at me! 

GOT: Tyrion x Bäahal: a conversation in the garden.

GOT: Tyrion x Bäahal: a conversation in the garden.

// I missed Tyrion and Bäahal :) so these two are having a lovely conversation by the garden. 

Tyrion crossed paths with the princess during one of her daily walks by the garden. She was radiant, preciously dropped in the colors of her house, and a beautiful garment that only enhanced her beauty. Tyrion admitted to himself that the princess was genuinely one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on. Her long silky silver hair crowned a young and perfect brown face. Her purple eyes illuminated her face in a way that could only flatter the gods and her beautiful body, was strong, curvy, almost unmarred. He understood why they called her the Jewel of Astapor. He understood why she was sought after and men fought for her favors. The Hand of the Queen recognized her fiery spirit and her thirst for freedom upon meeting her for the first time. Bäahal had just freshly escaped the living hell she was tethered to from birth and was willing to do anything if that meant she could escape Mereen and remain free. He misjudged her intentions at first, believing that she wanted to claim the Iron Throne and challenge Daenerys' power. She proved to him that she was not interested in power and would have been fine if Daenerys didn't know about her heritage. That prompted him to out Bäahal as the illegitimate daughter of King Aerys III and therefore, as Daenerys long lost sister. 

He offered the princess to go on a walk with him for a while as he wanted to take the opportunity to talk to her. She agreed to go for a walk with him mostly because they didn't have the chance to have an actual conversation since she got the blessings of her sister. They have been knowing each other for years now and it felt important to spend some time together. Tyrion reflected on the last couple of years and how much she grew into her role as a princess. She admitted that she was still struggling with it because there was just so much she didn't know about the customs, about the duties, about the politics. It was a vast world she was still discovering but one thing was true about his statement, she was more comfortable now. As they walked around the garden, Bäahal offered her arm for Tyrion to grab. He chuckled but accepted the offer. There was an elephant in the room he had not addressed just yet, so perhaps, now was the right moment to do so. 

"I didn't have the chance to congratulate you properly on your betrothal, princess."

"You've done it once already and I think you did it perfectly. You were happy and that was the most important thing for me. That you welcomed me as someone from your family." She added, tilting her head to the side in a slight nod. 

"How could I not be happy to have you as my sister-in-law?" He asked, curbing a brow as he looked at her face. Bäahal chuckled and shrugged. "I am serious, princess. Why would I not be happy?"

"By the gods, old and new, Ser Tyrion! We both know that Jaime isn't really appreciated in the whole seven kingdoms. I am aware of it, He is hated for what he did. You know that being my consort would bring attention to him. So you're worried and I understand."

"Jaime is bound to pay for his own actions. We have always known it would come to this. However, what is unfair is that it will affect you too." She shook her head and pinched her lips together. Her face became colder as the princess didn't like to be reminded of the most likely rejection of the noble houses of her union with the knight. 

"I could care less about the way people perceive me. I could care less about them not liking my choice. I know that I have a duty to the crown and my sister but Jaime is the man I chose to marry. Jaime is the man I love and they have not been in my shoes! They have not been in my shoes and I won't allow anyone, not even me, to sabotage whatever little happiness I can have for myself. I have been a slave, Ser Tyrion, I didn't own myself until I decided to take my freedom by force. I swore to myself to never let anyone else take my freedom away from me. I chose Jaime. I'll choose him every single time." She repeated, her eyes slowly filling themselves with unshed tears. Tyrion sighed, feeling stupid for bringing up a topic he knew would upset the princess but she didn't stop walking, instead, she slowed down to take back her breath and get herself together. "I apologize, I didn't mean to lash out at you. I'm not upset at you."

" I should be the one to apologize to you, Princess. I'm worried about you. I'm worried about my brother and I can't help but voice my concerns. I don't quite know how.... what it means for you and me to become family. Actually.... I have tried to picture our relationship and...Could you be true to me? could you answer a question princess?" Bäahal nodded and wiped some fresh tears that had started to roll down her cheeks. "Mmhh... Do you like me, princess? Do you genuinely like me? As a friend I mean."

"Yes! I do." -He didn't expect her to answer so fast and so confidently. It made him blink a bit before he scratched the tip of his nose.- "It is true that our relationship started off poorly. I indeed held a grudge for a while because I thought you wanted to cage me again. I realized that you weren't the man I thought you were over time. You were cunning, clever, and calculating: yes! but you were also kind and good-natured. You loved your siblings, you cared for my sister and you were concerned about me. You helped me deal with my newfound freedom and forced me to ask myself questions I didn't want to ask or didn't know how to ask... You guided me through grief when Viseryon died. You've been a safe companion for me, a counselor... a friend. I came to know you and trust you. I came to love you as a person too."

"Love... me?" He blinked and looked at her again, confused by her words, touched and feeling his heart beating faster against his ribcage.

"Yes, love you. I came to look at you fondly, Ser Tyrion. You're a confident, a counselor, a friend... and now I would have the privilege to call you family." She put her free hand against her chest and offered him a warm smile.

"I am honored, your grace." He replied, looking at the floor. He smiled to himself and kept walking with the princess. "I do... I feel the same for you. I'll look after you to the best of my ability." He promised her. She was the woman his brother loved and he would do his best to protect her from harm. It wasn't just for Jaime, it was also something personal for him. She was now seen as a sister and perhaps a new chance to bring his family together and foster good relationships with them. Bäahal was perhaps the key to Jaime's heart, a way for him to rekindle his relationship with his older brother and a way for him to make amends for his past mistakes.  She thanked him and put her free hand above his before they kept walking. His heart was lighter. His mind was at peace. 

-TBC-

TB: Unlikely meeting

// I feel so sorry for Sara, but we know that because she hasn't faced her traumas, she is extremely sensitive and fragile whenever her exes show up or when her family trashes her on TV/ newspapers. 

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Exhausted after an intensive day at the studio, the singer dragged her feet to her favorite bar near her home. It was a quiet place, one that wasn't crowded unless it was a Friday night. She usually would stop by and get some beer to unwind from the day. Things seemed to be looking up for her, she was inspired for her new album, one where she would put the focus on love and desire. She kept her fitness regimen and even managed to perform some old choreography for old hits she intended to perform live again. She was in love too, and that feeling kept her warm and fuzzy inside. She was in love with the most wonderful man. A man who wanted her. A man who needed her. A man who welcomed her, as she was, without the need for covering up her freckles and shrinking herself to make him more comfortable. She could feel butterflies in her stomach and was wondering if that was true love, as it never happened to her to give herself to another person to this extent before. 

While lost in her thoughts, she was caught off-guard by the couple who had walked into the bar. Her eyes grew wide and she quickly grabbed her glass to drink just to have something to do with her hands. That woman... that tall woman who walked past her and sat on the table next to her... It couldn't be, could it? She started to shake and refused to turn her head to have a better look at the woman who sat next to her. If it was someone she knew, she would feel even more embarrassed than she was. She couldn't suddenly leave since her glass was still decently full and she had not paid for it just yet. Her heart started to beat fast against her ribcage and the singer kept her lips sealed onto her glass, unable to put it away.  Opposite to that woman was another woman and this time, Sara could look at her without looking suspicious. She was a cute petite blonde woman. Her skin was fair and flawless, her smile was warm and endearing, and she was dressed light for a night that fresh, a short green floral dress with a plain white shirt on top of it but she looked happy, curious even. Sara's heart was pounding so fast against her ribcage that she couldn't hear their conversation in full, just bits and pieces of words. "Oh, so you used to come here?" would ask the blonde. " "Yes..." Then it became difficult to hear... but Sara forced herself to put the glass on the table and tuck her hair behind her ears. 

That voice. She would have recognized it anywhere. She even heard it a couple weeks ago on TV. The world was so vast, why did her ex have to find herself in their former bar? Did she come here on purpose? Did she want Sara to see her with her new girlfriend? Why was it hurting her so badly? Why was she panicking? Sara was slowly spiraling into questions, wondering why someone she didn't want to meet again had just crossed the door of her quiet and favorite place? It shouldn't matter anyway. She was dating the most handsome and most perfect person ever: Homelander. She was happy with him, despite their relationship being rather "young", she felt that she had met the right person at long last. That was certain, what was less certain, however, was the reaction she was having upon meeting her ex at such a late time of the day and at an unexpected place. Perhaps, without make-up and with a rather plain look, she would not be recognized and her ex would leave her alone? Why would Tara Bennett of all people be there??!! Well, this time she wasn't alone so maybe she would leave Sara at peace.  She grabbed her phone and started to text Homelander to calm herself down and was startled when Tara put her hand on her shoulder. 

"You didn't even say hi. How impolite of you, Sara." -Tara sneered before she ran her hand through her hair and offered a sly grin to the woman.- 

"Ta...Ra. I haven't seen you around in years... How... unexpected of you to show up here. I thought you hated the place?" -She tried to keep her composure and put her phone against her chest, which was noticed by the tall woman.-

"Well.... Lina wanted to try this one, who was I to refuse such a cute request?"

Tara had not removed her hand from Sara's shoulder, instead, she squeezed a little harder to establish her dominance in this situation. She was still standing next to Sara, one hand in her pants pocket while the other held Sara in place. She had her where she wanted her and Sara was unable to escape her claws. She wanted to puke, she wanted to stand up and run away from the situation but she couldn't, so she tried hard to fake her way out of this. Her lips trembled but she managed to fake a smile while her eyes set upon the beautiful Tara Bennett. She was a tall and lean Eurasian woman, her mother was Japanese and her father was German which gave Tara unique and beautiful features. Much to Sara's surprise, Tara had cut her hair short and was sporting a gorgeous wolf cut that enhanced her beauty and framed her face perfectly. 

"She is cute indeed." She paused "I'm happy for your Tara." Was all she could muster. Tara lifted a brow. 

"Happy for me? Happy for me and you're not even able to look me in the eyes? Oohhh, Sara. You're still a terrible liar after all these years." She bent a little forward just so she could whisper into Sara's ear. "I bet your heart is beating fast right now. You're heavily breathing." She grinned. "I bet that you've missed me...you're blushing, you're confused... you're year--"

"No!" Sara stood up suddenly. She looked at the table and noticed that Lina was not there, meaning that Tara had waited for her girlfriend to leave for whatever reason so she could be alone and taunt Sara. "You belong to my past and you should stay there!" She then glanced at her shoulder and flicked the arm off of it. "Do not touch me again."

"or what? You're going to cry to your partner?" how did she know? Sara felt her eyes grow wider and she shook her head, perhaps too hastily for her lie to be compelling. "Tssk, you're such a bad liar. So you're seeing someone."

"I do not need someone to come to my rescue. I'm not some fucking damsel in distress, Tara! But since you brought it up, I am happy actually. I am loved and cared for. You left me and while it took me some time to realize that you freed me from you, I now can say that I am grateful you left. Lina seems lovely, perhaps you've molded her to best suit your taste. I found someone who didn't need to change who I was and I can appreciate it thanks to your lesson. now excuse me, but I have places to be and my beer has lost its appeal." She said, turning around and waving at the bartender to catch his attention. Just before she was about to leave, Tara grabbed her wrist again. She wanted to test Sara and see if she would do something about it.  Sara swallowed a lump but didn't move, unable to take one step forward as she felt the hard grip of her former girlfriend on her wrist.  Her eyes were filled with unshed tears but she managed to bite back a pleading sob. 

"That was one hell of a speech, little rabbit. I'll let you hop off the bar and run into your partner's arms. I'm sure we're going to meet again and perhaps this time you would be a much nicer little girl to me." 

Sara couldn't protest, she felt humiliated. She wanted to run away and now that Tara had called her out, she just wanted the floor to crack open so she could escape. Why was she like this? For this asshole? Sara had read to filth so many people, she had the strength inside her to push Tara away and call her out on her behavior, but it was too soon. She hadn't healed enough. She was hurt still...She needed to leave. Tara waited a few seconds that lasted an eternity for Sarra before she released her. "Ahah... Run little Rabbit, Run. You'll see, you'll sing a different tune when we meet again." She got what she wanted, Sara still was impacted by her, still terrified of her and Tara relished in the potential fun she could have with her. It made her grin as she watched Sara pay for her beer and quickly exit the place. 

Sara on the other hand felt miserable. She ran so fast that she didn't pay attention and fell on a middle-aged man who was minding his own business. She fell on him and apologized before he offered to help her stand up. Sara looked at him, heavily breathing before she simply burst into tears and held his hand to stand back up. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She whispered before resuming her run towards her home. She had to take a shower and remove the scent of Tara Bennet from her. She was so upset that she didn't even notice Homelander waiting for her on her balcony. She didn't notice anything, her vision was too blurry. All she needed was to reach her door and lock herself into safety. Why did it have to be today? Why did it have to be Tara? Why did she feel so weak when it came to people from her past? She stopped running once she faced her door and covered her mouth to cry into it. It awoke a deep fear in her heart, the fear of being such a bore or a problem for Homelander that he would decide to break up with her. Tara dumped her after all... Brett did it too... How could she be sure Homelander wouldn't leave her too? That was the fear Tara awoke inside her, a fear that clung to her heart. Fucking Hell! 

Mega trivia [N + M] with commentaries. Part 1

 questionnaire:

• The best dancer:  Klaus  // Bäahal
• Best cook: Dean // Sara [He doesn't have the largest repertoire (that's Klaus, again). But damn does he take pride in what he cooks for Oya. And it's fucking good food. Hence: the best cook. His girl gets good food, damn it!]
• Sweetest tooth: Dean // Bäahal That would be Baahal.  That was perhaps the only moment of peace and beauty she had. When she got to eat sweet desserts 🥹 if Jaime gave her something sweet, she would swoon!]
• Biggest simp: Homelander // Elpis [
• He fronts as the dominant and unaffected, but that's just a show. He would do anything for Sara. She truly can do no wrong in his eyes.]
• Most likely to self-sabotage his relationship: Klaus // Nëela [Yes!!!!! I was about to say Nëela too. It would have been Mary before she claimed her feelings but Nëela is the weaker link here. She’s convinced that her curse makes her unlovable and that people would betray and abandon her. Klaus is the one who actually doesn’t follow the script here 😮 she would be so honest with him that he would know her emotions. She won’t hide it. But she won’t actively try to sabotage //These two will have a tough go of it sometimes. Klaus pushes her away to prove she will leave. Nëela with her insecurity. But I believe in them]
• Who has the best sense of humor: Jaime // Bäahal
• Who gives the best massages? And I am talking about relaxing massages: Dean // Mary
• Who is the best cuddler?: Homelander // Mary [Honelander. A very tight, clingy cuddler. I can't see Sara hating that. //But the best cuddler would be Mary ❤️ it’s just this warmth about her you know? The type where you feel safe in her arms. Nothing can happen to you. ]
• Who is the cheesiest?  // most romantic: Dean // Oya [Doya are the cheesiest]
• Who is the most likely to not enjoy being away from the other? (Say, work or duties force them apart? Not a breakup but a necessary  short-lived separation?): Homelander // Sara Homelander is so co-dependent and needy. He would hate it. He wants to be near his girl. He wants her close. //Curiously I would say Sara. She’s co-dependent on Homie. So she has to see him very often. ]
• Who is the less self-conscious: Pride // Elpis 
• Who is the most self-conscious: Jaime // Mary Curiously it’s Mary. She’s from a time that wasn’t kind to her. Not only is she not lily white, but she also has curves that won’t quit at all. And she’s been made to think she wasn’t beautiful. Plump lips? Brown skin? Big ol titties and a fat ass and thick thighs! Nah she was seen as a disaster. By many. Or a novelty to lust after by others. //Self-conscious of his past, and the hate against him and his family. Self-conscious of his stump, losing his good hand. Being a cripple, and not as good a fighter as he once was.. He's very aware of it all. Self-conscious and aware of how it reflects on Baahal as well. He knows he is viewed poorly.]
• Who is the most territorial?: Tommy // Elpis  [The difference that tips it in his favor? He would never let someone look at his woman. Pride would let them look. Tease them before killing them.  Tom will kill them just for thinking about looking at Mary. He would not ever let someone else touch her. She is his, no one else's]
• Who is the best charmer? (Smooth talker, rizz master, Casanova… maestro of words):  Jaime // Mary (hint: Bad Mary)
• Who is the one who gets off the most by thinking of the other? Or in other words, who can’t help but jerk off when thinking of the other? Or at least daydream about it.: Homelander // Bäahal [ Our princess, our beloved princess has been severely yearning for Jaime. At first, it was his presence. Just be in the same place. Then to hear and talk to him. Then to kiss him. Then to cuddle him. She daydreamed a lot about being able to hold his arm, his hand, and have any form of contact possible. She then realized she was yearning for his soul. As soon as she admitted to herself that she was in love, her heart started to beat for him and him only. But We are talking about someone who knows what unwanted contact is.  What being forced to share space, skin, and everything in between with someone you hate feels like. She had most of her life known repulsion disgust and pain. He Came along and little by little, she discovered a world where attraction, appreciation, and pleasure existed.  Came that night, where, after a pent-up tension needed release she thought she could masturbate it away.  Before Jaime it was mechanical. Purely mechanical.  No fantasy or peculiar need or ideas. Just the body goes brr when you push and pinch! That night. She started to imagine Jaime’s lips on her, from her memories of his kisses. His hands, his arms, his chest… from the night they slept next to each other. It sent shivers down her spine and made her curl her toes. Made her curious about him. About sex with him. She replaced her hand with his in her mind. Imagined his cock. How it could feel. How it would look or taste. She had an orgasm with her first fantasy involving a man. That night. It was a shock and a revelation and it wasn’t enough. She went to his room and by god she would have fucked him there if he had opened it.  But their first night ( morning) together went beyond that fantasy It was so good, so damn good that she wants more of it. More now. More tomorrow. Him fucking her. Him making her cum. Him cumming for her. She’s now imagining all the ways she wants to feel him, his fingers, his mouth his teeth… she wants to devour him and to let him make a mess off of her. And it’s constantly. She wants to moan his name, make sure he feels good, see his face turn red, and change because of pleasure. She wants to see it on his face just because! Before she had to watch these men to learn how they liked it so it could be done faster. But with Jaime, it unifies mind body, and soul They are one. And they feel good and she’s so damn Jaime dick-whipped that she wants more of it  //  That is very good reasoning. I think even Sara has to admit. She doesn't have to worry, Homie knows that she thinks of him too.  But Baahal's reasoning is super solid here. The boys... God, well you know they are all turned on by their girls. They all think of them.  This definitely isn't a case of who does or doesn't. It's just a matter of /most/. Still a tough, tough call...  am going to give Sara some vindication here and go with Homie on this one.  Our boy is well and truly addicted to that woman. When you asked the question I agreed with Sara, that this really is a HUG question.  Your Baahal answer surprised me. I get it 100% and I agree with it.  But for my boys, Homelander is it for this one. He just needs her the most. Thinks of her constantly. He's the most dependent on his partner and I am recognizing that here. Most powerful man in the world, and his baby girl has him wrapped around her finger.
• Who is the most likely to make the other cry?  (A mean comment, a breakup, a sacrifice …)  willingly. (And you guessed it the second one is unwilling): Dean // Oya (sacrificial lambs) but strong contenders are Klasma: if we are not looking at death here, I would say Nëela. Her words can cut deep. Really deep. And in an angry fit, she would dish out awful words to Klaus. // Also ditto for Klaus. On the willing side. He will act like a jerk, and try to push her away.  Make her cry. He has a razor-sharp tongue when he gets going.]
• Unwillingly: Tom (being distant) // Bäahal (when she cries)
• Who is the most physically sensitive: Klaus // Nëela : [touch-deprived // vampirism] [She’s been touch-deprived so any touch feels even more intense now. She has sensitive skin so a lick, a kiss, a bite… she feels deeply. 800 years without a gentle touch can turn Her into a puddle of nerves with just a stroke. Only anger can overcome these sensations//  vampirism makes him extra sensitive to touch. But he also is someone who does not let himself be touched often. When he does, it is... significant.  He really feels it. It means something.
• “Who is the best French kisser?” : Jaime // Sara [ 1) she is not shy at all. She doesn’t hold back. She doesn’t mind being messy as long as she can feel it. She loves French kisses and every scene we wrote with homie had at least one hot French kiss. The one he gave her where he devoured her? Oh, man 🥵 2) she’s probably the one who needs these types of kisses. Specifically in our writings. Haven’t written them kissing in a non-sew scene but even these would have the occasional make out. Where she would take her time. The thing with Sara is that since she is more open to certain things, she can add that sweet milk fetish in there to crank it up to 11.  But in essence, she explores and she has a thing for French kisses. If it wasn’t for her, I would have picked modern JB because these two are liquid fire! Hot damn!!!!!’ // You read my mind a little bit. I pick Jaime. That club scene comes to mind. Jaime and his silver tongue. He knows what he is doing. Modern or regular. The "old lion" still has a few moves. And he is one hell of a kisser.]
• Who is the fastest to forgive after an argument: Homelander // Mary [Mary. She understands where Tom is coming from and how he operates.  She knows he’s traumatized and hurt and she will never shut the door completely on him when they are arguing. She doesn’t hold grudges and would always try to warm things up between the two of them. //Homelander. Now mind you, this only pertains to Sara. When it comes to other people, he can hold grudges forever. But Sara knows just how to talk to him to calm him down, how to manipulate a situation, and turn things around. We saw it when he started getting worked up about the clothes. He is bound to start getting worked up at times, but Sara has a unique ability to either calm him back down or redirect his anger so it is at someone else. He won't ever be mad at Sara for long.]
• who takes the longest to forgive? : Pride // Nëela [When hurt, it takes a lot of time for her to heal. Elijah hurt her and she would have a hard time forgiving him for using her and treating her like a tool rather than a friend.  If Klaus genuinely hurts her, she would make a step forward to him but she’s going to drop hints about how upset she is still. //Pride. He remembers slights forever. And he will never let anything go until it has been sufficiently made up to him. He will make a point of being apologized to like he is right now.]
• I want to know, who will most likely look forward to receiving a gesture of affection? Homelander // Nëela 
• Who is the most likely to fear a breakup? I mean, they all at some point but is there one who dreads losing the other the most?: Dean // Sara Dean. Dean is so afraid of losing Oya. So afraid that she would leave like everyone else has left him. He would be the one to dread this the most. //She had chosen to not care about love anyway because who cares about Sara, right? She had chosen to keep her heart safe but then homie came along and she fell for him. So hard that she gave him her heart. So hard that she is scared to be dumped because of something she did. Something she said. She has someone who cares for Sara again and she doesn’t want to lose it, to lose him because she cares for him too.]
• Who is the most likely to openly masturbate in front of the other?  Homelander // Sara [ Homelander. When he starts getting worked up, he won't hesitate to grab himself and start relieving some of that mmm... tension. He's not shy. //Sara does the same. She doesn’t hesitate to spread her legs and rub herself. She wouldn’t hesitate to finger herself and moan his name because she wanted to.]
• And who is the one who likes to do it because their partner asked for it?: Jaime // Bäahal 
• Because their partner asked for it... 
• I would say Jaime would get the most turned on if Baahal asked him to do it if she asked to see him. He knows it's a big deal for her, to want to see his pleasure. And to see it turning her on, it would turn him on too. //She is turned on by the idea of sharing her pleasure with Jaime. She loves to see the way he looks at her when she does. She loves the idea of making him rock hard because she is rubbing herself.]
• Who is the most independent of their partner? You know, are good with their alone time, and can handle being apart the best, possibly for longer periods.: Dean // Oya [hunters, they trust each other, they know they'll meet again later down the road]
• Who is the most willing to apologize when they make a mistake / hurt the other?:  Jaime // Mary [Jaime can acknowledge when he is in the wrong and apologize // I thought you might say, Mary.  I know Asma will apologize, but she's also one to take longer to recover and forgive after a fight.  However, that doesn't mean she won't be the most willing to apologize if she knows she's in the wrong. I just see Mary as more of a peacekeeper at times. More willing to forgive and move on. I see Klaus and Asma as having more confrontations before that happens.]
• Mhhh who would be the most willing to make a spa day for the other? Run them a bath? Pamper them when they need some rest? Dean // Mary [ It is so up his alley to do that for her. Run her a bath. Cook her a meal, and set out a nice big fuzzy robe to get into. He loves her too.  He'd light all these fancy candles around around bunker, make it all nice for her. // Mary is nurturing and she does care for Charlie. He fell asleep on her so many times. She reads him stories, brushes his hair, sings to him and she does the same and more for Tommy.]

Klasma: Romanced.

 Neela had never been on a date. Never had the chance to get close enough to someone to allow them to take her on a date. Julius had tried, a while ago, but she never understood his intentions and treated him as just an acquaintance that could ensure her protection against wishes. At the time, she didn't understand how insidious her curse was and how quickly her odd feature (or the mark of the curse) would reveal her true nature to fellow witches. She didn't understand how instantaneously her rejection would be upon meeting new people and therefore was ill-equipped to fight on her own despite the tremendous power she held within her. Julius came to her rescue and offered her protection in exchange for her help to protect his pack.  how could she imagine that he would grow "feelings"? especially when it was not clear to him either? How could she imagine that it was more complicated than what he later claimed? It was love, but also lust -for her power, for her curse, for her "untouchable" status- and also a power trip.  He wasn't truly invested in her nor did he genuinely care for her feelings and desires. He wanted a weapon he could control, own, use... someone he would subjugate and a beauty to conquer, almost virginal which was typically his taste. She had known a man before him, one was enough to rid her of all the anxieties and clumsiness of a first time and prepare her for him; Julius Caellius the conqueror to show her the true wonders a man could make a woman feel. Did he woo her? No. Did he take her on a date? No. He did, however, force a kiss on her one night, which prompted her to slap his face, him to growl and turn into a werewolf baring his fangs and all, and her being scared of him, enough for her to leave.  It was surreal.

So she had never been courted, never been on a date, and was both nervous about her date with Klaus and excited about the idea that someone would try to woo her and earn her affection. It made her feel... desired and that feeling was so new, it almost knocked her off of her feet. She put her hand over her chest and gave a sheepish smile at her reflection. Did she believe it? Not quite. Klaus had stood her up once, albeit it wasn't his intention to do so, that pain still stung and the resulting anger still lingered somewhere in her heart. This time he would be there, well, he was there since they were in the same room getting ready for the date. He wouldn't stand her up this time. It felt.. surreal. She worked on her hair, making it into a loose curly bun that sat on top of her head. She put on some makeup, a beautiful white dress, and white sleepers. She was stunning, a true vintage beauty. Something so ethereal that anyone who would look at her would be confused about her existence. but she was there. She was excited and she was getting ready for Klaus and herself. As she neatly applied her lipstick, Nëela felt her cheeks burn harder when she smelled Klaus's perfume. He smelled good and she was tempted to glance at him but they promised not to look at each other so the reveal would be more meaningful. He smelled good and she felt safe. for the first time in centuries, she felt that nothing would happen to her as long as she stayed with Klaus. How much of this was true? probably nothing but she relished in that feeling and in how right the whole process of getting ready for a date felt.  She deserved it, after all, some attention, not for the power she had but for the person she was. She deserved it, didn't she? to be looked upon as a beautiful woman and a wonderful company. She deserved it, didn't she? to be loved for who she was? the messy, complicated, aloof but clingy and touch-depraved witch?  Didn't she? Didn't she? 

TB: Photographs

 Sara's home was famously lacking personal pictures. Only a handful existed and was plastered all over her fridge and started from the moment she left the orphanage with Dotty. One picture depicted them at the beach, it was a candid shot taken by a tourist photographer and a genuine testimony of the bond between the blonde manager and the singer. Sara was happy in the picture, laughing even and Dotty seemed far less stressed than she was these days. Aside from this cliché, the few she kept with her all immortalized her success and personal victories. There was a picture of her in her recently acquired apartment with the keys in her hands. Another was taken at an award show, showing her receiving her award. All the pictures of her life, the one before her parents' murders, the one with her partners, all of them had disappeared, because Sara just threw them away. It hurt her to look at them and see how unhappy she was in these relationships. It was already bad enough to see them in the news whenever her exes were mentioned, she refused to keep them in her most private place. They had already done enough damage as it was and Sara didn't want to give them more room to hurt her. She still remembered the way Brett trashed some of their pictures together during an angry fit, how he tore them apart or froze them just so he could break them into a million pieces in front of her. He abused those memories like he abused her and the young woman refused to relive it by keeping their pictures up her walls. So she got rid of everything that could remind her of them, anything that could trigger her, which left her walls bare and her fridge with scarce pictures of her life.

However, something compelled her to change her stance regarding pictures. Homelander... John.. He took the initiative to have his picture taken with her, during one of their dates and she loved looking at it so much on her phone that she decided to print it and frame it. It was a simple picture, it was just them enjoying a day out at their favorite place but it meant everything to Sara. He went where she wanted to go, allowed himself to discover something new and something he enjoyed, embraced living the anonymous life...and he even took pictures with her, as she was! with freckles all over her body. He welcomed her. How could she not love the man? Well.... Did she love him? Sara quickly realized that she had feelings for Homelander the day she went to the Tower. She had not heard from him for days, had not seen him for days and that alone made her feel restless. She didn't like the idea that their time together had just been a fluke and that he had moved on. The idea irked the woman, it hurt deep and it made her realize that perhaps, there was more to it than just a great chemistry during sex. She bought him clothes, was thinking about taking him to new places, and helped him discover himself in a different setting than the one he grew up with. She was in love with him since she imagined a future where she could meet his son, where they could spend time together, where...they could simply be.  So, yes, she was in love with him and the photograph was proof of these feelings. So she gleefully framed the picture and placed it in the dining room, on the table where she would take all of her meals with or without him but with them together in that picture. 

Oh, Sara was head over heels for John. 

She was what we call: "In love."

Doya: trivia (hot-head // Joshua Thomas)

Oya is usually very cold-headed whenever she tackles a case. However, she will lose all sense of control if: 

*Children are victims.

* Dean is possessed by an angel/ demon

* Children are made to hurt people.

* She witnesses Domestic Violence not related to any case she's working on. 

* She witnesses any discrimination. 

*Bullies are involved. 

Dean, once he catches her change of attitude would do his best to keep her head cold, would eventually berate her, or he would join her.

xxx

Joshua Thomas. Brother of Sarah Thomas and childhood friend of Oya. He used to work on the field but a dangerous encounter with a vengeful spirit mangled his body and left him paralyzed from the waist down.  He stopped working in the field, but he now operates an independent radio to help hunters all over the USA. He's the proud father of a little boy and the happy husband to his long-time girlfriend Jessica.  It was his near-death that convinced Sarah to return to hunting and to teach her family how to spot the supernatural and protect themselves from it. It was his near-death that made Oya realize that she wanted to live her life to the fullest and didn't want to hold back on her feelings.

A vintage's touch: Drinking

"Don't look away. Keep your eyes on me." I whisper in your ear, my fingers play with your shirt and gently stroke your chest as my green eyes stare at your face. I order, I command, but deep down I can feel shivers going down my spine and fear creep into my heart. I worry about you. I always do. I trust that you will come back to me, alive, so I can hug you and I could kiss you but there are days when I'm not so sure that you are okay. We all carry our pain, we all hurt inside. You lost your mother, your girlfriend, your wife, your brother... you lost a lot of people and you've witnessed the horrors of war, horrors I've never seen because I wasn't on the battlefield. 

I never had to take a life before so I can't fully understand what you're going through.  My mother never loved me, I knew pain until I held my son in my arms. I lost him and sometimes my heart breaks because I remember him. I saw the boy of my late husband, riddled with bullets and face down in a pool made of his own blood. I drank. I used to drink myself to sleep. I used to hide there, in the glass of bourbon or whiskey. I used to forget through the bottle. "Don't look away. Keep your eyes on me." Tommy... I need your arms around me. I need your warmth. I need to hear your heartbeats. I need to hear your voice. I don't always ask, I don't always need... but there are days where I cannot function. there are days where I can't leave the bed... days where all I feel is pain. I don't want to depend on the bottle to soothe my heart. I don't want to drink myself into oblivion. I want to remember... I want to remember your laugh..your smile.. your scent. I want to remember you. So, please... Hold me. Hold me tight. 

GOT (regular): Mother

Thinking about how she wished her mother could attend her wedding.  Thinking about how she wished her mother could see that she was free now, with family and people who genuinely loved her and cared for her. Thinking about how she wished her mother could lead her to the altar, entrusting her into the hands of Jaime Lannister. How she wished she could tell her mother that she loved her.

Bäahal knew that her mother would be watching from above and was in the merciful care of the seven gods. She could imagine her smiles as her daughter would walk down the aisle and to her husband-to-be Jaime Lannister. Sunni would have smiled. She would have had the biggest smile of the whole attendance. She would probably cry too but Daenerys would so kindly comfort her. 

A wedding was said to be the happiest day of one's life and the princess knew that she would be happy. Her sister, her nephew Jon Targaryen, and her In-Laws Kyra and Tyrion Lannister would be there, celebrating with her, becoming one family. She would be a free woman, a woman who fulfilled her mother's wishes, including the one about making her own future and being the happiest she could be. 

"Mother. All that is missing is you here with me. I know that you're watching after me but I could have enjoyed being held in your arms." That was a regret, a wish she knew she couldn't fulfill. She would make her mother proud. She would wear the Targaryen colors but would add something white because that was her mother's favorite color. Yes...She would make her mother proud.

Klasma: impulse

The witch was an impulsive woman. She had always made decisions on the fly as the situation required. She never stayed in the same place for a long time to escape her enemies. The curse was one thing to handle. She could deal with being on her guard and hiding her true nature for as long as possible. She could deal with running away from the town she had settled in if she was in danger. However, what became harder was to be hunted down by rogue witches. Not only was she forced to hide, but she was hunted down by her peers, and her sisters and it was taking a toll on her mental health. 

The witch was an impulsive woman. Her infatuation with Klaus was such that she decided to leave everything altogether to follow him. She was dreaming about living a life made of painting, knitting, eating cheese, and drinking wine. She was dreaming about dancing with him,  just another couple in the crowd with eyes only set on each other. The cursed witch wanted it, she was eager to try and have a life with him despite knowing full well that he could.... no, would break her heart. She couldn't do otherwise, after all, didn't she cross the country to go to his rescue? Didn't she kill their enemies and set him free? Nothing was forcing her to do it but she felt compelled to because she couldn't bear the thought of leaving him at the hands of his enemies. She couldn't bear to think of him being tortured. Hurt.... alone. 

The witch was an impulsive woman. Her feelings were worn on her sleeves. She couldn't hide them or lie to herself about them. However, she wasn't ready to truly understand what was going on and because of it, the true nature of her feelings for Klaus remained a mystery. She thought she cared for him, she enjoyed his company and she rescued him because he had been made a prisoner. The truth was that she was in love, or at least, falling for him, smitten over him... but couldn't quite voice it just yet. She was impulsive, and that would make her fight Elijah's orders. That would make her fight for Klaus and prove them all wrong. That would make her.... learn to love herself, so she could love on him better. 

TB: His scent

Sara's flat, Friday 5 pm

Sara was folding clothes to place them in her closet. She quickly worked through her clothes and suddenly found John's grey sweatpants in the pile.  She smiled and sat on the bed next to the pile of clothes she had not folded yet. She took the sweatpants to her face and took a deep breath. It didn't smell like Homelander anymore but it didn't matter. He wore it for her. He wore it because he wanted to make her happy. He wanted to try and she thought he had managed well for a first try. A smile crept on her face and she pressed the clean item against her face. Homelander had returned to the tower, so they were unable to spend time together, much to her dismay.  His scent brought her comfort, something fierce that made her feel like she belonged and was protected. It brought something feral from deep within her, something that made her want to touch him. She wanted to bite his ear, to wrap her arms around his waist, to rub his chest and discover his body and every little crease and curve of his. She missed his scent, but the sweatpants were enough to make her think about him. 

She was missing him and felt her heartbeat go faster. It made her blush and she bit her bottom lip. She had him under her skin, through and through. She couldn't even deny it by now. She wanted to see him again, perhaps take him out for lunch or call him when she was in her dance rehearsal. She wanted him to fly to her concert venue and steal a kiss before a show. She wanted to live a true romance, something she never had in the past given her poor choice of partners. She wanted to be loved, doted upon, and adored by her partner and Homelander did just that. He made her feel safe, beautiful and wanted. He made her feel seen. She kissed the sweatpants and then put them back on her lap. A loving sigh escaped her lips and she yanked her head back, to focus on the ceiling. She was in love with John but decided to give it time. She wanted to give them time to get comfortable with each other and create a safe environment for their relationship to blossom. "Aaawww... I miss my baby." And she missed him indeed. 

TB: YOu owe nothing to them

Remember guys,

Your deadbeat parents and family aren't owed your love and presence. They aren't owed your attention! They certainly aren't owed your help and your money.

Mom and Dad wanted me to be their money-maker, ended up stealing shit from Vaught and got killed for it. I don't miss them. I didn't have Christmas, it was reward day! I had to perform well if I wanted to have a dolly! I didn't have my birthdays as well. my parents just told me "oh today you're 4, 5, 6 etc..." They were not meant to be parents but I survived them! I became my own parents. I am my own person!

The rest of the family? bigots and zealots! They rejected me because I had powers and was a "demon child". They let me rot at the orphanage. They rejected me when I aged out of the system and now that I am famous and rich, some are trying to tear me apart, others are trying to pretend they have always cared and I'm the mean one. Pffttt, they can cry all they want. I don't care. They're nothing to me. They will never be.

Take care guys,

UG

GoT: Dearest Kyra

Dearest Kyra, 

I have not heard from you for a long time now and I cannot hide my worries. Your brother, Ser Tyrion, told me that you've been dealing with issues on your side and I wish I could be of any assistance. You know that whatever you need, you just have to ask for my help and I will deliver it as swiftly as possible. 

I have to say, I am missing your company. I miss our long conversations by the fire. I miss spending time with you and discussing the world and our desires... Tell me, are you happy? Now that you have new responsibilities, do you feel fulfilled?  if yes, do you know what you'll set your mind on next? if not, what do you want to do? where do you want to go? What would make you feel alive again? 

I am truly looking forward to seeing you again, because this time you will be my sister, and I long for a warm embrace. 

until then, please know that you have my eternal friendship,

Best,

Bäahal Targaryen

Princess of the Seven Kingdoms.