#small ask for the work that goes in i would say! 😀

[dubiousanon]

ShikaNaru Headcanons

☀️Shikamaru definitely realizes his feelings first and it is 100% an "oh, shit" moment.

☀️I imagine the Nara clan to love not as angrily as the Uchiha, but just as obsessively. Where the Uchiha seek to almost possess, the Nara clan covets knowledge. In this case, Shikamaru wants to know everything about Naruto— no detail is too small.

☀️ I'm not saying Shikamaru is stalking him, but he'd definitely follow him everywhere. Like, he's not trying to hide. Naruto just hasn't noticed because it's... Well, it's Naruto.

☀️And the few times he does notice him it's just— "Wow, what're you doing here Shikamaru? 😀" baby you should be asking why you've seen him ten different times this week and it's only Monday.

☀️Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation, did I say Nara Fixation yet?

☀️Naruto wants for nothing because somehow, Shikamaru always knows exactly what he needs and is able to predict exactly when he's going to need it.

☀️ Naruto never quite realizes the depth of the obsession/love. He's just completely oblivious to the fact that Shikamaru is kind of, slightly, a little bit (maybe a lot a bit) insane. With a cherry on top.

☀️ Lowkey, I am a huge fan of crazy Shikamaru. Like, not outwardly crazy, but "I know your height, weight, regular resting heart rate, wrist diameter, and how many times you've said 'believe it' today" crazy Shikamaru. Knows too much Shikamaru.

☀️Naruto 100% just assumes they're dating after a while of certain details accumulating. Shikamaru feeds him like, daily. Shikamaru has shared a bed with him several times. They spend a lot of time together. They hold hands. Shikamaru knows like, everything about him somehow.

☀️ Naturally, they must've been dating this entire time and Naruto simply didn't notice until now. And because Naruto has zero experience with healthy relationships, he just accepts this as fact and moves on with his life.

☀️ Shikamaru when Naruto grabs him by the face on day, plants a huge kiss on him with no context, and then skips off: 👁️👄👁️

☀️ Come on, it'd be so funny.

☀️ Insert Naruto also knowing a surprising amount about Shikamaru, because he's more attentive than people give him credit for. Shikamaru follows him around so much, of course he learns about him over time. He may be an idiot, but he's not a moron. Or... something like that.

☀️ Naruto is just happy someone actually wants to be around him. Sasuke is Sasuke, Sakura constantly yells at him, Kakashi literally runs, Yamato is only around for training, and Sai just insults him in increasing intervals when they're together.

☀️ Touch-Starved! Naruto vs. Can't get enough of touching him! Shikamaru! Go! Fight!

☀️ Shikamaru "he's never going to love me" Nara and Naruto "I wonder when Shikamaru is gonna propose" Uzumaki

☀️ Naruto just goes to the court house and files the documents himself. Surprise, Shikamaru. Not only does he love you, you've been married for the past four months.

☀️ Alternatively, Shikamaru could pull the same move. Oh, you kissed me on the mouth? Sounds like a proposal to me.

☀️ For a certified genius, Shikamaru would absolutely be the kind of idiot to assume Naruto couldn't ever return his feelings. There could be so much evidence to the contrary and it really WOULD take an entire kiss to the lips to convince him.

☀️ No worries, Naruto is more than willing to oblige.

☀️ Basically um I love them, they're both smart AND stupid in different ways, but they make it work. And nobody can change my mind.

[lovingperfectionsblog]

For What It's Worth -Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Desperate Need For A Second, Secret Plan.

Max Verstappen x Reader

Chapter Summary: How you and Max met is discussed and Max goes off ag Daniel for hitting on the girl he loves. 

Warnings: Swearing. 

Word count: 2727

Authors note: Posting twice in 1 day? Look at me go!!!! So, I am not currently doing a taglist, because things are a little hectic at the moment but as soon as things even out, I promise I will be adding everyone who has asked to the taglist, but again, no taglist just yet for this series. Can't wait to hear what you all think of chapter 3 😀

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“Max, I know you aren’t one to focus on rumours,” Max couldn’t help the clench of his jaw in anticipation for what was to come, “but we see that your new assistant is the same girl that there has been quite a lot of talk about you dating.” Max could feel the anger rising in his blood, eyes boring into the interviewer. He had been explicit in his requests that you were to not be involved in interview questions. 

Ever since the two of you had started your friendship the media had been near bloodthirsty in their attempt to find out information about you and your relationship to Max and from the moment he started seeing the posts and articles that could only be described as disgusting about you, he made sure that he would do everything he possibly could to keep your name out o the media. It was one of Max’s non-negotiables. 

But here was this man, bringing you up anyway. Max immediately began turning to look for you. Partly to apologise for this and partly to calm down. He had hired you so he wouldn’t have to be away from you for too long, but one of the added benefits of having you as his assistant was the fact that no one seemed to calm him down the way you did. 

The second his eyes found yours, you were signalling that it was okay. This was your way of telling him that he could talk about you here. Suddenly he felt a new stress. What exactly does he say? How does he explain you? He couldn’t give them too much. The vultures would just end up ruining everything for him, but he couldn't give them too little or else they’d never stop badgering him. He had to be strategic. For his sake and yours. 

“Yeah, she’s actually my best friend.” Good, easy, neutral ground to start with. 

“RedBull let you hire your best friend?” the interviewer began to press for more. Max once again was looking to you, completely ignoring his PR manager next to you. Only worried about what you thought about this line of questioning. 

“She isn’t hired by RedBull. She’s my assistant. She’s hired by me.” Max didn’t miss you warning him to keep calm, his PR manager not even bothering while you were there. It was well known already that the only person Max listened to these days was you. 

“So how exactly did your best friend end up working for you?” A long time ago Max realised that the reason he hated talking about you in interviews, well, at least one of the reasons, was because he liked to keep you secret. Your friendship was something he didn’t want to taint with the outside world and this interview was slowly encroaching on Max getting angry territory. 

“Just tell the truth.” You mouthed to him before he took a deep breath and turned back to the interviewer. 

“So, we met in Monaco. She had recently moved over there and one evening when I had gone out for a jog, I ended up running into her, smashing an ice cream she was holding all down her top. Then after many choice words from her, she agreed to let me buy her a new one and I guess we just ended up becoming best friends from there.” You laughed as Max told the story, while although technically true, he gave a significantly more watered down version of your first meeting. 

It had been your first proper night in Monaco. You had finished unpacking your boxes and were somewhat settled, sitting in your home all alone and suddenly the full weight of having moved to a place like Monaco, all alone, had hit you and you just had to get out. So that’s exactly what you did. You had founded the nearest store you could get an ice cream and then decided to explore. You ambled along the boardwalk along the beach, it was quiet and secluded and  you were about to turn the corner when a body came crashing directly into you, smashing your ice cream between your chest and his, smearing it over the both of you. 

Despite how the stranger had grabbed you to stop you falling over and immediately began apologising, the look you had given him stopped any and all words in their tracks. Without another word between you, you scraped the smashed ice cream off your chest and proceeded to wipe it on the man in front of you, feeling that it was only fair. When he eventually asked you if you were okay, that’s when the previously mentioned choice words left your mouth. 

Max hadn’t really acknowledged it before, but this was the first time he started to fall for you. 

At the end of your monologue of insults, he introduced himself and offered to buy you a new ice cream and he didn’t miss the way you only said yes after he removed his ice cream and sweat stained shirt. So you and him got ice cream and he offered to get you a new shirt, which you declined, but took his hoodie instead and you had both spent the next couple of hours walking around, talking and building the foundations of a friendship Max didn’t realise he would eventually need to survive. He didn't realise a lot of things that evening. Especially the fact that he’d end up falling madly in love with the woman covered in ice cream., or that he’d eventually be sitting here, you in his eyeline, at the Grand Prix, laughing along to the same memory he was trying to downplay to the press. 

“After a while, I kind of realised that I didn’t want to be on the road without my best friend and she kind of hated her job, so I offered her a job as my assistant and now I get to spend all day, every day with my best friend.” PR was already well aware of the potential damage control they were going to have to do after this interview. Especially with how Max was looking at you now. They could already see the articles now and they could already hear Max shouting at, well, everyone, to get that off the media, but they couldn’t help but think that if Max maybe was just honest about your actual relationship to each other, then things might just be that much easier for, well, everyone. 

“No wonder the dating rumours are so rife for you two.” The laugh the interviewer barked out was short-lived as Max abruptly got up and left the shot, not willing to entertain a line of questioning that he was so adamantly against. Both you and his PR manager let out a sign before you were running after him as PR spoke to the interviewer. 

“Don’t start.” Max spat out as you fell in step with him. 

“Damn, I wish I knew what I did to make dating me such a bad rumour.” It was meant to be humour, it was meant to make Max laugh, and normally it would have, but with everything happening in the background, that was literally the last thing that Max wanted to hear, because dating you was his only life goal. It was you that didn’t want him. 

“I have to go talk to Daniel.” It was the last thing he said to you before he veered off towards the Alpha Tauri motorhome in search of the one person who actually knew what was going on, leaving you standing there alone, confused, hurt and suddenly very concerned he was going to tell Daniel all about your plan. And in feeling all of that, you panicked and ran after him, for the second time in less than 5 minutes. 

He stopped as he felt your grip on his arm, “you aren’t going to tell him right?” and suddenly his bad day just got a whole lot worse. He ripped his arm out of your grasp, neither of you willing to divert your gaze. He didn’t want to lie to you, he was already lying about how he felt and who had sent the flowers and if he lied anymore, he wasn;t sure he could keep it all inside, so instead he just decided to not answer you because of course he was going to tell Daniel. 

“I’ll see you before FP2.” and with that he had dipped into the crowds to quickly go and find Daniel, to simultaneously want him about what was going to happen and to potentially lay down the law, even more than he thought he already had, when it came to you. 

The entire walk to the AT garage Max was trying to figure what he was going to say but nothing prepared himself for what he ended up nearly shouting at Daniel the second the driver opened his drivers room door. 

“You were meant to be my friend!” Max shouted as he shoved Daniel back into the room, slamming the door behind him as he moved into the room. 

Daniel stood there wide eyed, hands up and shocked at the attack from Max, “Mate, what’s going on?”

“What’s going on? Try last night when you were feeling up the woman I am in love with  and eye fucking her across the table!” Max was panting, but the stress of everything over the last 24 hours had finally gotten to him and unfortunately Daniel was unjustly bearing the brunt of that. 

“None of that happened? What are you talking about?” He was trying to calm Max down but it was proving difficult when he wasn’t even sure what was going on. 

“She told me! Last night, after we were outside, when we walked back in, you had your hand on her lower back and then the rest of the night you couldn’t take your eyes off her.” The words felt bitter in Max’s mouth, accusing his friend of something like this, but he couldn’t help it, it was a runaway stone that he no longer had control over, “and now she thinks you sent the flowers and she’s going to try and seduce you!” 

“Seduce me? Why would she try to seduce me?” Now Daniel understood Max’s anger. 

“Because she thinks you sent the flowers!” 

“So why didn’t you tell her you sent the flowers!” 

“Don’t be dumb.” 

“I’m not the dumb one here mate. You’re the one who isn’t making the move on the girl you sent flowers to, asked out and are so in love with, you’d rather hire her to work for you than go a day without her by your side!” Daniel was right and Max knew it. 

“So why did you hit on her?” Suddenly it was Max the young boy standing in front of Daniel, unsure of himself, self esteem on the floor, just trying to fix a near unfixable situation in his eyes. 

“I didn’t. Look, the hand on her back was meant to be platonic, I didn’t think it would mean anything to her, especially considering how she feels about you.” Max seemed to be accepting the explanation, the tension in the room dropping significantly, “and the staring at her, I was trying to gauge how she was reacting to you last night, to see if I could tell how she felt about you, considering you’re the one who said that she hadn’t mentioned to anyone how she does feel. You were right and so I thought this would be a good way to do it.” 

“And?”  Max made his way to the couch in the room, head dropping into his head. 

“Mate, she’s as in love with you as you are with her.” Daniel sat down next to him, forcing him to look at his fellow driver. 

“So why is she trying to seduce you?” It was if the frustration in Max’s body couldn’t let him sit still, as he suddenly got up and began pacing 

“Firstly, why are we using the word seduce? It’s not a good word.” The groan that left Max’s mouth at the question forced a laugh out of Daniels. 

“She used it.” For the second time in too short a time Daniel was staring at a panicked and frustrated Max with his face smooshed up against a wall. 

“She used the word seduce?” The groaned yes was the only response Max offered. 

“Fucking awful word. Both of you need to stop it right now. Secondly, why is she trying to seduce me and why does she think I sent the flowers?” Max peeked an eye at Daniel and he was oddly jealous at the calm demeanour he was exuding at this conversation. 

“So, I might have forgotten to sign my name on the note.” Max mumbled through the sentence, embarrassed at the truth of it. 

“You forgot to sign your name on the card that told the woman you love that you love her?” Another groaned yes left Max as he sank to the floor, face now smooshed against the prickly carpet.

“She came to me this morning telling me she had gotten flowers and a note with no name on it and now she’s trying to figure out which driver sent it. She literally has an entire list of all the drivers she's going to try and seduce to see if it was them.” Daniel couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer stupidity of this situation that Max had somehow gotten himself into. 

“I assume I’m the first on the list?’’ Daniel already knew how he was going to play this. 

“I’m not even on the list.” That sad, childlike version of Max was back. 

“Mate, she’s obviously not going to tell you that you’re on the list, especially since you’re her boss.” \

“I’m going to fire her. If I just fire her then all of my issues resolve themselves.” 

“You can’t fire her.” Daniel nudged Max with his foot, an attempt to encourage him to get up off the floor. 

“Why not?” Max had eventually worked himself into a sitting position, now leaning against the door opposite Daniel. 

“Because at the moment you’re how she feeds herself.” 

“Do you honestly have to point out the uneven power dynamic here when I am already feeling like the world's biggest creep of a boss?” Max banged his head against the wall, a form of punishment, “What are you going to do when she comes to seduce you?” 

The vulnerability of Max in this moment was admirable. Daniel hadn’t seen this version of him for a very long time but he isn’t surprised that it was a girl that brought it out of him. 

“I’m going to tell her the truth. That I didn’t send the flowers and I only see her as a  friend.” The look Max gave him was near heartbreaking at how thankful it was. 

“Promise you’ll be kind right?” He was always thinking of you and only you, even in Max’s greatest moment of stress. 

“I promise, but you said there was a list? What exactly are you going to be doing about the rest of the drivers?” Suddenly it dawned on Max how big this issue was about to become, breathe quickening, “hey, hey, don’t stress, listen after FP2 we can meet at my hotel room and we can come up with a plan, but just give me a couple of hours to think of something okay? Mate, I promise, we will get this sorted.” All Max could think about was trying to breath and nodding that he understood and him and Daniel would come up with a plan that absolutely and completely derails yours. 

Suddenly both Max and Daniel's eyes were drawn to the knocking on his drivers room door and as Daniel swung the door open, there you stood, with that same smile that made Max weak at the knees every single time he saw it. 

“You looking for Max?” Daniel tipped his head in the direction of Max, now scrambling to get up off the floor, as Daniel began to take a step back, moving out of the way for Max, Before your hand wrapping around his bicep stopped him

“No, no, actually, I was looking for you.” 

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[ragnarockz]

'was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before.' for the prompt 😀

This popped into my head this morning (go figure...) Wanted to pick up where I hinted at something before... ���

"Jesus, Agnes...why do you always have to bite me like a feral dog? Look...look at the marks you left on me...fuck..."

That was days ago and Vidal had found the solution to Agnes' behavior. Give her an inch, and the woman goes feral on you. Vidal chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she plopped the small gift box onto the kitchen counter. She poured herself a cup of coffee Agnes had made earlier that morning and waited for her, taking her seat at the table.

Agnes came in loud, sweaty, pissed off about the sprinkler not working again and that she would have to get a new one or maybe a new hose. Something needed to be new. She stopped in her tracks at the sight of Vidal, still in her work out clothes sipping a coffee with a box set in front of her.

"How was your run, Babe?"

"Oh, it was good...I picked you up something by the way. That, is for you,"

She pointed at the box before her, taking a sip of her coffee. She watched Agnes walk over, planting a kiss on the top of Vidal's head before snatching up the box. Vidal laughed, shaking her head,

"Snatching it up like someone is gonna take it from you...open it. It's yours...well, it's mine and yours."

Agnes' eyebrows rose in interest as she undid the half bow and opened the box upwards. The silence in the kitchen was palpable; easily knife cutting quality.

"Well?"

"Are...are you serious?..."

"As serious as I'll ever be, Baby."

It was purple, that was for damn sure. Leather. Made of good quality. The ring in the middle was good metal, sturdy. Agnes swallowed as she lifted the collar out of the box between her fingers, absentmindedly putting the empty box back onto the table beside Vidal's elbow.

"This is because...I bit you? Hard? I didn't mean to draw blood, I-"

"No. This is because sometimes you need to...be taught a lesson or two. Sometimes you need to learn how to listen when Mommy says no."

Agnes' hands shook as she clutched the gift; eyes getting dark as she thought back to the other evening. She hadn't really understood what had come over her but she knew she wasn't thinking straight; literally consumed by lust. Her teeth had sunk in and she kept biting down and at first Vidal was moaning and then it turned into a scream and Agnes could taste metal in her mouth. She pulled away and saw the trickles of blood dripping down on the inside of Vidal's thigh.

"...Was...it good for you too? The other night? I mean, up until then?"

Agnes whispered as she looked down at the top of Vidal's head. She watched as the agent took another sip of her coffee before putting her mug down. She turned herself in the chair, looking up at Agnes.

"It's never been like that before. You've never been like that before...you looked like you were...starving, hungry..."

Agnes looked away from Vidal, back down at the collar in her hands,

"And...you want to...make me behave? Obedient? You wanna...are you into?..."

Vidal shrugged her shoulders, trying to play it off coolly. She could feel the dull ache growing between her legs.

"Maybe I just like the thought of you with a leash around your neck, down on all fours doing whatever I ask of you...and then some. They had muzzles there too but, I like demanding that you use your mouth on me..."

Agnes looked back down at Vidal who, was looking up at her. A moment of silence passed between them before Agnes' gaze shifted for a split second, glancing down between Vidal's thighs. Her eyes darted back up and she knew Vidal knew, caught her. The smile grew bigger on the agents face. There wasn't anything that needed to be said further between them. Just the act of Agnes unclasping the buckle and putting the collar, her collar, around her own neck was enough.

It was Vidal's turn to be insatiable.

[whentommymetalfie]

A new chapter! And again such a long one! 😃

And - wow! - thank you for your detailed answer to my question. 😃 It's really interesting to hear how you approached this big story. I too think, that it's really important to be aware of each character and their development and to maybe write it down to keep track of everyone. One can tell you're doing this because the story has never lost its thread.

And I have to say: I think the same can be said for your Oneshots. Yes, each and every one is complete in itself, but so is the big picture. Due to the fact that I discovered them not so long ago, I was able to read them all in one go, so that they really seemed like many small scenes from yet another big story. Which was great! 😊

But now to the new chapter: Alfie!!! You wanna shake and hug him at the same time. But then you get to know the complexity of everything. At first you think: Just lie down, damn it, Alfie! It can only go wrong… But then reading your/his thoughts on the subject that Tommy will of course relate it to himself when Alfie is exhausted and as a result will not ask him for help again puts everything into perspective. As already described above: One can tell how much effort you put into it and the development of the characters, which makes them incredibly alive and deep! And of course it goes wrong... but luckily there’s Esther! ❤️ I'm really glad you decided to keep her in the story. She is so great! ☺️ And such a nice ending, even if you want to shake Alfie again so that he finally says what he thinks! Things are looking as if they miiiiiiiight get going uphill. 😀

Thank you for the chapter! I am excited for the next! 😊

Thank you for another incredible message! ❤️  And here’s a very late (and again, very long answer, bear with me) 

I’m very happy to hear your thoughts on my one shots in the wtma-AU, because writing for that AU was very different from these long stories, since they’re not written in chronological order. I wrote most of them based on requests, and sometimes I got a request for something that I thought would fit better earlier in the timeline, so I had to do some planning and thinking to make it feel cohesive. Though when I think about it now, I’ve always taken requests sort of ’in bulk’ so I did have a chance to plan them out and make them work in relation to each other. I didn’t have quite the overview I’ve had with Breathe Again and Home to you, but I’m glad they feel like one long story, because that’s always been the goal. (And just a little note for anyone who enjoys the wtma-AU, I actually might have a story planned out for that, because I re-read them the other day and realized how much I’ve missed writing for it, and a little idea came to mind. We’ll see what happens.)

But back to the current story: your kind words mean the world. Alfie slowly but surely wearing himself out is something that’s been in the works from the moment Tommy got injured and had to be taken to the hospital way back in the beginning. And in some ways from the very beginning of Breathe Again. But I’ve tried to portray Margate as this sort of safe haven, where they’d gotten into a working routine of sorts by the end of Breathe again and the beginning of Home to you, which helped Alfie (and Esther) to care for Tommy. And of course Tommy’s recovery has taken a toll after so much new trauma. Which is part of the core of Alfie’s current struggle, seeing so much of the progress gone, like they’re worse off than when they started. While he’s also grown to love him deeply, and that makes it all the more painful to witness, especially since he feels guilty for being unable to protect him. 

Right I could ramble on about that forever, so I’ll just wrap it up there. 

I’ve been struggling with the new chapter, but I’m working on it, and it means a lot to know you’re excited for the continuation. Thank you again for your kind message ❤️ 

[piracytheorist]

That reblog means I can ask you things on it, right😀?

24.42.87. If it's okay please!

24. What lies do you believe anyways?

I like to believe compliments even if they're not based on reality. I stress out over way too many things to not appreciate the kindness of someone who wants to make me feel better. If a small lie they say to boost my confidence can inspire me to keep working and relax, I'll take it.

42. What do you feel like you’re missing from your life right now?

Answers. Why am I like this? Why do I react to certain things in a certain way? My one hour of therapy once every two weeks (cause I can't afford more often) is not enough to cover everything. That's not in a self-deprecating way. I just genuinely want to know why I act the way I act sometimes.

But yeah. There's a song from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend that goes like "Did I miss school on the day they taught everyone to be normal? Is there a manual for it?" or something like that and it's one of the most resonating lyrics I've ever heard in my life. Although the character ended up getting an actual diagnosis for a mental disorder, I do feel like I'm missing the question on "How does life even fucking work".

87. If you had a clone of yourself and the two of you didn’t have enough resources, would you get along?

We'd probably end up discussing blorbos. It's so much more satisfying when you can speak up about your love for something. Blogging about it is one thing, using your voice to say things about it is a whole other level, especially when the one you're speaking to is just as excited about it as you are. We'd also probably start singing songs and harmonizing.

I'm at a point in my life where I'm tired of criticizing and chastising myself. I mess up and I go like "Okay, what do I do to not make that mistake again?" and I try to find solutions. I try to focus on the fixing part, not the hating myself for doing it part. So yeah, I think I wouldn't start fighting with myself. She's suffered as much as I have. Why fight and argue when we can work through the pain together?

Ask me questions!

[colleybri]

I think you absolutely nail the Bix /Timm relationship: how and why it started and why it goes so wrong. I found myself nodding along – just like the other commenter says. A really perceptive analysis.

This is a woman who has been emotionally burnt a ridiculous number of times . We don’t know the circumstances, but we were told that she has lost her parents and has basically ran the yard as her own boss for years. Her early friendship and budding romance with Cassian was interrupted by the traumatic 3 to 5 years of his forced absence even before the serious flirting and circling and breaking up and making up again got underway. And by the time of the series’ opening, Timm comes over to me as a person who is not just new as a boyfriend, but relatively new as an employee as well… and as you say, it’s almost like – ‘here’s a handsome guy, and I work with him, maybe it’s a … convenient?!! wait for me to try to move on’. I’ve thought and written about them quite a lot, but one thing that still puzzles me is exactly how far into this relationship they are. They are talking about taking things steady and one night a week, but when Bix turns up for sex we always get the impression that this is the first time it’s happened. Amazing how so much can be said with one very simple line – for me it’s “Tell me you have caf?” … why would she need to ask that if she has been here before and knows that he’s a caf drinker. Alternatively, perhaps things went very quickly to start with which scared her – and she slowed him down. Then I start speculating on how many times she has actually tried to move on from Cassian. The production brief from Tony Gilroy says that they “ are meant to be together, but it’s been impossible all these years”. It’s almost as if he’s worn her out, emotionally speaking, so she has neither the energy nor the real inclination to dedicate herself fully to cultivating a proper new relationship. One that actually needs work and is based on trust – neither of which she appears to have shown with Timm. In other words, Timm is obviously wrong to betray her trust but she never trusted him in the first place in terms of coming clean about exactly why she is still seeing Cassian at the yard pretty regularly (their little gig about the stolen parts being the actual reason). I love all the subtext. One line can say so much. Timm is obviously completely twisted by his jealousy, but there’s something very poignant in his observation to Cassian that Bix “ seems upset … always seems to happen whenever you come around”. Shows his suspicion and a strong grain of truth as well, I suspect.

The other clue that the relationship with Timm is very new is when Cassian picks up on Timm’s jealousy immediately and wryly observes “Are you…? … looks like it’s turned into something more than work.”

In conclusion, I completely agree that her love for Timm is not remotely profound. Or even existent at all. She’s in deep grief and emotional distress by episode 7 but it has transformed by then into a kind of fatalistic depression. She’s absolutely exhausted. Mourning Timm himself is only a very small part of that.

Also tagging @e-the-village-cryptid as I’ve piggybacked off both of you 😀

piggy backing a little bit off of this brilliantly heart-wrenching post by @e-the-village-cryptid I wanted to dip my toe into the whole Bix x Timm dynamic - why Bix chose him and why it reads heavily as compulsory heterosexuality to me.

Bix has so many plates spinning - between managing her own salyard and organizing a black market operation selling ship parts to the rebellion (which could get her incarcerated for life at best and executed at worst), she is constantly keeping herself occupied so that she doesn't have to engage with her own thoughts. But she still has to go home at the end of the day, and if personal experience has taught me anything, it's that no matter how worn out you are, whatever you're trying not to think about will always haunt you during the night.

I feel like Bix dreads when the anvil rings at the end of the day because she has to go back to an empty home, with nothing but herself and her own thoughts. She probably still works on a few projects by herself there, but that can only hold her focus for so long.

After her on-and-off failed relationship with Cassian that lasted for years, Bix doesn't strike me as the kind of person who even wants to pursue a relationship with anyone at all. That takes time she doesn't have or want to waste and requires her to be open and vulnerable, which is counter-productive to her daily goals. However, there is still a gap that really needs to be filled by something.

Enter Timm Karlo, who Bix has employed at her salyard for an undisclosed, but probably decent amount of time. He is reliable at work and her right hand man in the business. Timm picks up the slack that Bix is physically incapable of doing herself because her workload is already massive. So there's a level of appreciation for him already there and he is, of course, already there. Bix didn't have to go looking for him, she didn't have to put much effort to court or be courted. Timm most likely had feelings for her for a while before she finally decided to reciprocate.

Timm Karlo is perfectly convenient and ordinary.

I'm not saying Bix intentionally heartlessly used him per se, I do believe she had some genuine affection for him, but it is very telling that even when they are officially a couple, she still keeps him at arms length and sometimes even further.

It seemed that they had a very specific set of rules set by Bix. Dinner one night a week. Not twice a week. No spontaneous dates (unless she decides to visit him outside of the set agreement on her own terms). One night a week.

Of course that could be explained by Bix's ridiculously loaded schedule, but it feels like she views the relationship less like a relationship and more like another quota to be filled. Bix shows very little genuine interest in Timm outside of that. She is easily irritated by him and hasn't really told him much about herself other than what everyone already knows (this is honestly the best explanation I can think of as to why she told him Cassian was from Kenari. It's easier to talk about people you know than yourself). The one time they do spend the night together on screen is after Bix has had some drinks at Cavo's and got too deep in her own head about everything happening. Timm was fulfilling his main purpose in that scene - to be a distraction.

The biggest thing for me is that she does not tell him about her secret operation. Bix doesn't trust him, at least not fully, despite the line "He'd do anything for me." If she really believed that, I feel like she would have told him what she was doing, being the reliable hard worker he is. Maybe a part of her knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut, maybe she wanted to protect him, maybe she was greedy and didn't want to have to give him a cut. Could be all of the above.

No matter how you slice it, I truly don't believe Bix held deep feelings - or really any genuine attraction - towards Timm. I think that's what makes his death even more traumatic for her, in all honesty. She feels responsible even though he was an insecure, jealous man that went behind her back and betrayed what little trust she had in him. Which made her feel foolish because she never gave him much thought at all and that's how she overlooked the obvious signs.

In conclusion, Bix should date girls.

[always-andromeda]

Hiiii lovebug i was wondering if I could request Fool for Love for our beloved Edward Nashton like just give me something so sickly sweet like I wanna throw up fluff ☺️

Author’s Note | let's pretend that this scenario doesn't run rampant through my mind almost all the time 😀

Eddie my love, I love you so. How I've wanted for you, you'll never know. Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long...

You can only imagine the way his expression shifts as the lyrics begin to play through the speakers of your phone. Setting the phone on the kitchen counter, you turn to face him. Edward's cheeks are flushed bright red.

He's not an idiot, he knows exactly what you're trying to do to him. But, damn, it works. It's working so well. His insides are all jelly as you approach him slowly, placing a hand on his chest and the other on his side. Normally, he'd tense up at that bold touch. Instead, he goes mushy; practically melts into your body and lets you hold him closer.

"This is how I feel about you, you know." You whisper low and slow with your cheek against his chest.

"Oh," Eddie swallows hard, burning up under the decadence of this moment; the way that intimacy hangs thickly in the air. 

Eddie, please, write just one line. Tell me your love is still only mine. Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long...

"Does that surprise you? Me loving you?" You begin to sway with him gently, not following any particular rhythm or rules aside from the confines of the small kitchen. His apartment is modest, barely any signs of his own personal touches, save for pieces of furniture and art he'd thrifted.

It's impersonal but necessary. Life had taught him not to make too many attachments. He replies to you distantly, "You've never said that before," he hesitates to repeat it himself for a second longer. "Love..."

"Is that too much?" You ask, tranquility and resignation dripping from your raspy tone. Like it would make no difference if he didn't say it back; like you would still be thinking it regardless. It's something of a promise, he believes. A promise that your feelings are an immovable fact, something he'd be stupid to be blind to.

Edward shakes his head languidly before leaning down to kiss your hair and whispering, "No...it's fine. It's...good."

And then you bless him with the sound of a soft giggle.

Eddie my love, I'm sinking fast. The very next day might be my last. Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long...

Edward finally lets himself sink. Though the second he begins to drown to the bottom of this pool, he feels less unencumbered than he'd ever been before. This love didn't take the form of rocks in his pockets like his youth had been. Instead, it becomes an oxygen tank. It's fresh air that fills his lungs and lets the fire inside of him start to breathe again.

He's not ready to let the words free just yet. For now, the feelings can masquerade as infatuation; they can pretend that they can be dealt with easily. But he knows the true name of what he feels. 

With the smell of the pine scented candle you'd lit earlier on in the night, dishes from dinner filling the sink, and the sun having disappeared beyond the view of Gotham's cityscape horizon...he can start to see this place in a new light; he can start to see you in it, making it a home, a picture he can someday love too.

[andguesswhat]

Diary of a mall Santa Claus

You're so sweet for giving me hearts and reblogs for my four lines! 😀 Here is a little more 😚

13

Cheer up Day

*

There's something different about Timmy today.

He doesn't glow. Instead, he looks like a pile of misery.

His whole figure shows that he is sad. And angry, somehow.

"What happened?"

"I had an audition yesterday and they just called to tell me I didn't get the part."

Armie feels like he himself is the one who didn't get the part. "I'm so sorry..." And to cheer him up, he adds, "Wankers!"

Timmy smiles only half-heartedly though, and Armie realizes that it's obviously going to take more than a few curses to cheer him up.

So the whole shift he's totally goofy, cracking jokes with the kids, being the dorkiest Santa ever, completely over the top, making a fool of himself just to take Timmy's mind off things, and it's a load off his mind when he finally sees Timmy smile and even laugh.

The sadness returns, however, when the shift is over.

As agreed, it's Timmy's turn to accompany Armie to his hotel, even though Armie tells him he doesn't have to if he doesn't feel like it. But Timmy insists.

He's very silent, but when Armie asks him after a while if he wants to talk about the audition, he vents.

"I would have been right for the part, I know that! I don't want to sound arrogant, but I could have played it well! I know exactly how the role feels. I know how the role thinks. I just know it. And I can play it! You're probably thinking what an arrogant asshole I am but I just know I could have done it, done it well. The role would have been so great, finally I could have played a real character in a good movie! Not just this TV ... stuff. Oh man, that sounds so unfair. Like I'm not grateful for it. I am! But I ... argh!" He sighs in resignation. "I'd better stop, or I'll make things worse."

Armie is quite impressed by Timmy's passion, which goes far beyond normal disappointment, and he has to smile at Timmy's constant attempt to be fair and include all sides in his outburst.

"You don't sound arrogant," he assures him. "It's good to know what you can do. But it's often just coincidences that they choose one and not the other, isn't it?"

"They picked someone else from my class. And I feel like they just took him because he looks different than me!

I don't want to be someone they don't take because they think my looks wouldn't fit a role. Because they think I'm too pretty or something."

Armie has to smile again, because he can't imagine anyone who doesn't want to see Timmy's beautiful face go through every possible emotion there is in the world.

"We should start a 'too pretty to act' support group," he suggests to lighten the mood, but has to correct himself, "Although with me, it's more about people thinking I shouldn't want anything in life because I'm rich, white and good-looking."

Timmy sighs, "That sucks, doesn't it? When people are so judgmental."

There's a small pause.

"Your time will come," Armie says. "As passionate as you are about it, your time will come. And I'm not just saying that. Your next chance will come. I mean, you're nineteen, for fuck's sake."

Timmy still doesn't seem convinced.

"I feel like I've already blown it and I'm going to be on stupid TV shows for the rest of my life! I feel like I'm already too old to get where I want to go."

And this time Armie really has to laugh out loud.

"Too old?"

Timmy rolls his eyes at not being taken seriously, so Armie changes the subject and asks, "What kind of role was it?"

"It was just a small role, but interesting! A son of a father whose daughter disappeared. And the director is sooo good. I would have loved to work with him. And I blew it! I fucking blew it."

"Maybe one day you'll work with this director because he's seen you now and he'll remember you. As far as I can tell, I'd love to see you act. And as a wise actor once told me, don't beat yourself up, it only makes it worse."

Timmy has to smile at this, and Armie is relieved that Timmy's displeasure with this situation is slowly fading. At least for the moment.

And then they continue to talk about acting and life as they walk along, and it just feels so damn good.

When they arrive at the Hilton, Armie can't resist, he just has to pull Timmy into his arms, holds him tight and his heart leaps when he realizes Timmy is holding him too.

Again they say goodbye until the next day and smile at each other.

That smile remains on Armie's face as he enters the hotel, as he enters the elevator, as he enters his room.

And Armie's intention?

It's not that he doesn't want to get into Timmy's pants anymore, but he just… loves it the way it is right now.

*

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Thank you for asking! I apologize in advance because this will be all over the place and as said— a ridiculous disaster but also a dumpster fire. Enjoy

Quick backstory: This was originally supposed to be an Arrowverse Civil War with Kara and Barry (among others) vs Oliver (among others) but almost instantly I realized that’s not how things would go down— at all

So here’s what happened instead (pretty long so I added a cut) ;

Supergirl is framed for attacking the president of the U.S. (how? Haha next question)

For some reason, the DEO sides against her (but no identity reveal), so Kara goes Oliver’s base so he can help her investigate. She shows up there, has a quick conversation with Oliver where he believed her a little too quickly for my taste but this was post-crisis so not that bad. Barry shows up there too and that’s when everything goes to hell (both for the characters and my original plan).

Long story short for this part— Eiling shows up at the bunker (which he somehow knows not only of its existence but exactly where it is???) with some DEO and misc. government agents (as you do). Eiling’s the worst, Kara gets hit with a kryptonite bullet but is pretty much fine for some reason, Oliver’s unscathed— anddddd Barry gets hit with a modified cold gun twice which gives him some really bad hypothermia so Oliver and Kara go on a not-very-quick sidequest to save his life (feat. The Legends and the waverider) yes. I whumped Barry in my first fanfiction but wait cause it gets worse

Quite literally minutes after Barry recovers (and the three of them are walking through a field for some reason???)— fucking THAWNE shows up and kidnaps them. (man, I nerfed Barry so bad— should’ve just said he was still weaker from the cold gun but instead Thawne just demolished him like it was 2014). Oh also Barry, Kara, and Oliver are each in one of Zoom’s glass boxes from 2x14 because apparently I couldn’t come up with anything better ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Then we get to my ridiculous plot twist where Thawne is actually working with Lex motherfucking Luthor of all people. The two of them framed Kara but here’s the funny part— to this day I’ve never written why. I think Lex may have wanted to destroy her reputation or smth but it made no sense why he didn’t just ya know, kill her. Also, Oliver was done dirtier than everyone because both the bad guys and I just kind of ignored his presence. He was only there because I had some belief that the fic needed that trio specifically (Ollie, I’m so sorry, you deserved better than that)

Now the only part I still kind of like about this fic (I may use it one of these days) is Thawne’s plan. This mf decided to hijack the entire plot by turning into Barry with that thing he used on OG Wells and attempt to steal Barry’s life. And when I say hijack the entire plot— I meant it. The whole premise with Kara being framed and all that? Haha, I have no idea what you’re talking about. This is a Flash story now. (💀🤦‍♀️)

The bullshit got more and more bullshitty when I decided to give Cisco his powers back with a flimsy excuse to do so (actually I’m ok with that. Cisco getting rid of his power was kind of ridiculous). He and Caitlin discover Thawne pretty much immediately, they trap him in the pipeline, scan the city for speedforce (don’t ask idk), find a super small signal somewhere in Star City—

And that’s where I stopped💀

Probably a good thing; I had ideas and they were really bad.

Long story short: I tried to write Arrowverse Civil War but decided not to. Changed it to the trio teaming up. Had a bit of a plot. Then that plot got demolished by my psychological need to hurt Barry. (There was some more misc. whump but it wasn’t relevant)

Also it was called “Superheroes Most Wanted” 😀. Yeah. That’s what the plot was past me. sure…

Anyone want to hear about the ridiculous disaster that was my first fanfiction?

[stellaluna33]

Hi!

So forgot to ask you this, but loved the latest chap of The Long and Winding Road. Would love it if you could give a little tease of the next chap. And how many chaps are left?

Also, will you be updating soon? I understand if it'll take some time, but loved everything from Rory and Doula bonding to Rory and Jess moments. I'm kinda hoping there's a big moment for them soon....

Anyway, thanks and sorry for the ramble! Hope you are taking care! 😀

Dear Anonymous,

Thank you SO much for the ask, and I am SO glad you enjoyed the newest chapter! I've been procrastinating responding because I haven't had a lot of writing time lately, which kind of makes me feel like hiding under a rock. Haha! 😅. I really don't know what to say about when the next chapter will be up! It's one that I've been dying to write for a really long time, so my HOPE is that it will flow pretty easily once I have the time to actually work on it. But at the same time, I'm almost afraid to SAY that for fear of jinxing it somehow! As far as how many chapters are left... I don't have a set-in-stone plan, as these things can develop rather organically for me, but I'd say probably at least 7 more chapters, though it will NOT take that many chapters for Rory and Jess to get back together, not at all! 😉

As far as the next chapter goes... it'll be a fun one! A big family gathering, with lots of humor and banter and fluff... and a little bit of angst and drama just for spice. 😉 Luke and Lorelai will be there, and Rory and Richie of course... And Jess and Rory will be in the same room again, so WHO KNOWS what will happen! 😉 And sweet Doula, as well as Liz and TJ will be there too (so again, WHO KNOWS what will happen? 😬). And because it wouldn't be a family gathering with this bunch without a little awkwardness, here is your very small, very insignificant teaser:

"Well, I've been trying to take real good care of myself, so I make sure to do my Breast Self Exams every month."

"That's true," TJ interjected.  "Lizzie's real regular about it.  Makes a man glad for that glass shower door, you know what I mean?"

"Jeez," came the reaction in stereo, with both Luke and Jess wearing identical looks of horrified disgust.