You know what I think? I think we need more "Tim, the obsessive strategist in relationships". Despite never ever being the one to actually initiate any wild scheme in regards to his relationships in the comics, but being repeatedly called/regarded/shown as the crazy thorough tactician, he needs to be freaky about his crushes. I've skimmed through Tim's canon LIs and it seems the boy is usually just there for a ride most of the time.
Well, no more.
In my head he plans an extensive 25-step plan with variations and branches to make sure Jason falls for him. He's mid-step three, when Jason begins to suspect something, and it throws off his meticulous detailing and sets him back to the start, since he has to re-do all of it to be more inconspicuous. The second time Jason catches on by step seven, but luckily for Tim, that was exactly how he planned it, and depending on the reaction, he has different strategies ahead.
Jason ruins his plans by asking him out. Task failed sucessfully
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sirius and james flirt so hard playing dnd, every time they play and no matter the campaign they always end up flirting and the rest of the table is so used to it but secretly they're both way too scared to show their true feelings outside of the campaign so they just create sexual tension through their characters and jerk off to it later
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Hello all! I am in fact alive, lol. Sorry I haven't been posting much on here, I'll definitely be trying and stay a little bit more active on Tumblr.
Before Spirit's Eve passes by, here's a little spooky story for y'all to enjoy.
Summary: The farmhouse has been getting some very strange calls and Harvey isn't the biggest fan of them.
Wordcount: 685
Itâs just a prank
He repeats the line over and over again and again, chasing sickening ideas out of his mind with the mantra. Harveyâs breath is too shallow, and heâs trying to even it out before it fully develops into hyperventilating, but the potency of his words deplete with each subsequent call. He sits by the house phone as he tries to forget, but rational and logic are tools that can only dispel his worries when he still has the ground solid beneath him. The irrational and illogical parts of his mind are too good at masquerading and sounding sensible when heâs unsettled, and heâs shaking as more and more uncertainty carves out homes in his mind.
When it first started it was easy to dismiss as just a prank, but now.
Itâs just a creepy voice. A creepy, child's voice saying things like âforsakenâ and âhow could you do thisâ. It was comically textbook for a scary prank call. That alone should have enough to quiet his fears. Hell, he should be more surprised there wasnât a âdo you wanna play a game?â or âHello Georgieâ thrown in for variety and an extra self-congratulatory laugh, but maybe those references had thankfully, finally aged out.
It was his spouse picking up for the first time that had started this cycle of terror he realized. There wasnât much that could get under Harveyâs skin quite so effectively, but the flash of terror on the farmerâs face was enough to throw Harvey into a fury. Going from a passive annoyance as he silently listened in to the pranksters' act, he was possessed with the desire to protect. Pulling the receiver from his partnerâs hand and yelled that they needed to stop whatever joke they thought was so amusing before slamming the phone into the receiver. Spiritâs Eve was half a season away and his partnerâs pale face and trembling hands as they covered their horrified expression werenât funny.
Then the calls to the clinic started.
Always when Maru wasnât working, and the dialogue shifted. Hateful hisses of âInterloperâ âFoolish wormâ to more abstract insults and claims like, âWhat a loyal pet theyâve foundâ and âWe were happy before youâ in the beginning. He didnât know why he bothered to listen, but sometimes the voices werenât hateful, but sad, heartbroken and full of pity:
âDo you know... the price they paid for you?â
âWe believed they loved us too onceâ
âDonât let them devour your heart or senseâ
âThey lie, believe us, they lie, they lie, please?â
The voices just crept into his heart and pulled at thoughts, memories, no not memories. They couldnât be memories, but maybe vague thoughts that turned to smoke every time he tried touching them and shifting them into focus.
Why did they only ever warn him after a fight with the farmer? Why did the calls only come when Maru wasnât working? Where was the normal, adoring warmth in their farmerâs eyes when he asked about the voice's words? A dark, cold shadow over their face as they soothed and promised it was nothing. Why couldnât Maru track the number back to a person or even an app?
Questions crowded his mind, unable to quiet them as the voices new message echoed out. âRun⌠please, before you forgetâŚ. Run, before you inconvenience them⌠â
~~~
Harvey looked up as the clinic door opened with a ding. The new farmer walked inside, digging through their knapsack before producing a tall, glass bottle and handing it to him without a word.
âIt's for me?â Harvey asked, cautiously taking the bottle from their hand. On the bottle was a label, vaguely familiar, with an elegant font that said âtruffle oilâ, â This is my favorite stuff! It's like you read my mind.â he joked, his excitement at such a marvelously, perfect gift showing and causing him to blush. The farmer returned his glowing thanks with a satisfied smile.
âJust a lucky guess.â they mumbled, Harvey trying to squash the dread clamoring at the corners of his mind, as he met the Farmerâs pleased expression.
It just occured to me how funny it is the way cats shlink under your hand sometimes when you try to touch them. Cats are like a freaky liquid and I think I was raised by them with the way I weave and contortion my way out of socializing.
