avanalae replied to your post: My mom just swooped into give me a “surprise hug”…
oh funtimes. :\ I feel bad that things like this make me more grateful for my mom when my friends don’t have such luxury… *hugs you genuinely*
You’re always such a doll
why would you do this to me, now I have all the characters picked out with headcanons and auhfsgjdf fuck you <3 “I know what it’s like to be invisible,” Jason says, “Unwanted and scorned.” Breathes it into his ear like a promise of safety, an invitation to be wrapped in darkness under the bed, away from those who can hurt him.
And Tim knows that tone of voice, the desperation laced just under the surface, the raw look in those wide, dark eyes that seem to have no bottom—that loneliness.
But he thinks of the children; their bright smiles and rosy cheeks and noses, the hope and love that fills their hearts with blind faith, and tightens his hand around his staff as he pushes away from temptation and up onto the north winds, home bound (and in the back of his mind he thinks that maybe he could make Jason home too, but only if the man of nightmares will let him).
ihfdajksgklmdfgndukdfjlgmfkldsj gyglkdfj…. jdfgskmfdf *breathes* omg. omg please. more. And please. Feel free to add Bruce. Do it for me if no one else. And that headcanon is the best.
Bruce snorts from across the lab. “You’re really not one to talk, Tony.”
Tony manages to look offended, despite the fact he’s half naked and flat on his back on one of his work tables, draped in a horny teenager. It’s a skill.
“Bruce,” Tim practically whines, lightly scratching his nails around the arc reactor. “What are you doing all the way over there? More importantly, why aren’t you over here?”
Bruce spares them an amused look before going back to his tubes and beakers. He’s got the greatest control of anyone Tony’s every known, and it’s something he works on breaking daily. “I’m trying to find the right compound to safely purify the water in Thailand of these parasites.”
Tim groans into Tony’s neck, rocking his hips in something resembling a needy rhythm. “A humanitarian and a scientist? You’re killing me over here.”
“So I can see,” Bruce says absently. “Le Chatelier’s principle states that if a chemical system at equilibrium experiences a change in concentration, temperature, volume, or partial pressure, then the equilibrium shifts to counteract the imposed change and a new equilibrium is established.”
Tim shudders and claws at Tony’s shoulder. “That’s not fair.”
Tony gasps, playing at scandalized as he rakes his hands through Tim’s hair. “Do you kiss your mother with that filthy mouth?”
Tim’s in the kitchen, only half awake as he pours his coffee. A firm body just barely presses up against his back and he stills, shivers as his lips part of their own accord. But it’s not him that Jason wants, rather the sugar in the cupboard high above his head. Personal space is not something the man is known for, and so Tim is always hanging unsteadily in a vast void of uncertainty. Wondering if Jason’s just not thinking in his self-absorbed ventures, or if there’s something else prowling beneath the surface, if Jason feels it too—taut energy stretched between them like silk. His gut tugging like stitches at a wound.
A hand whispers up his back, and he doesn’t know whether to press back or arch away from it. He burns with both longing and distress. He hesitates, not daring to breathe, because Jason is merely reaching up to pull the cough drops out of his way, fumbling for the sugar canister in his groggy state. Tim continues to stir his coffee, even though there is nothing in the mug besides the black liquid that tastes of tar on his tongue as he waits perfectly still in the bow of Jason’s body. He is dwarfed by the other man, and the thought alone almost makes him shudder.
And then Jason is moving away, unaware as he shuffles back to the table. Tim is left vulnerable and cold; his body so quickly loosing the heat it had greedily leeched from Jason like silk sheets. Slick fabric that whispers in a sensual slide. He mimics the imagery, rising up on elegant toes and arched feet, his shoulders rolling back and arms moving like soft fabric, ripping like water. Stretching up in an impressive display he plucks a banana from the hanging basket. The heavy gaze on him is obvious, thickens the air in a way that Tim doesn’t even have to turn around to see.
Tim gathers his slight breakfast and glides from the room, free hand slipping casually into the hem of his pants to scratch at one hip. He does not look at Jason as he passes—the lack of sound at the table is enough. It tightens around his lungs like stretched cord.
*clings to you* We can bond over KH together. ;3;
Chocolate is yummy,
Flowers are nice,
But when I’m done with you, Honey,
You’re gonna need some ice.
WE’RE HAVING A SKYPE ADVENTURE
GET YOUR ASS READY
I just wanted to say that y’all have made my life so much brighter this week. So thanks for that :)
Mine too. It’s been kinda rough lately, in real life. So thanks guys.
brokenseal said: teehee…. you mean you dont think about us before bed lol!
SHHHH! I was getting to that!
*sniffle sniffle* I dont believe you!
THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
Before bed I usually think about Seal and the other lovely members of my new Bat Family
and touch myself
CUDDLE CUDDLE CUDDLE
MASSIVE AMMOUNTS OF CUDDLES!
AVA! YOU GET CUDDLES TOO!!! *cuddles daddybats, alf, jason, and cass (aka tyrror, reshee, akuma, and avanalae)* now everyone into the nest!!!
*jumps in nest* CUDDLES