#ready to be emotionally compromised again

[elialys]

why did i think editing In Reverse would be a good idea

[soft-cryptids]

Now I shall practice my patience and strong will by not checking tumblr every few minutes, just to avoid any and all new ep tlou spoilers.

[kentosovertime]

𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 2.7k wc, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, voyeurism, heavy petting 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥… send me an ask (link) if you want to be tagged

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

Satoru waits until he hears the refrigerator close in the kitchen and footsteps approach the front door of the apartment before he leaves his room to get ready for class. He frowns to himself, sighing heavily as he goes to make a quick breakfast and pack his bag. 

He shakes his protein in his shaker bottle and scrolls mindlessly through his notifications to distract his self loathing thoughts. There are plenty of notifications for matches on his phone… Maybe he could find someone new to take some of his restlessness out on?

Satoru is in the middle of messaging a girl back with a small, satisfied smirk when keys jingle in the door and Geto comes back in, stopping short when he takes in the app on Satoru’s screen. 

“Forgot my laptop…” He mutters and disappears into the room they used to share, coming out a moment later with it propped in his arms. 

Satoru bites the inside of his cheek, looking down at his phone without a response. Sometimes he really despises how much he still cares about Geto. When their relationship had blown up in their faces, he hadn’t pressed him to move out. It was hard enough to find an apartment in a college town and it was quite another thing to afford one alone.  

After he had stormed out that night, he came back when he knew Geto would be at work, emptying his belongings from their room and moving into the sparse guest room that used to be his before they finally decided to give into the tension between them. He sighs at the memory, something deep and tucked away in his heart aching for something that could no longer be. He swallows around the lump in his throat, remembering how happy he was that Geto was away so he could cry in peace, not wanting anyone to see him like that, so weak. 

He still cared for Geto and the last thing he wanted was for him to end up on the streets or living in his car. Satoru would have been fine, he has more than enough money to spare, but he’s not a total asshole. 

In his own defense, when he had decided that he wouldn’t press the issue, Geto was barely around anyway. There had been weeks at a time that he’d go before seeing him between classes, his job and internship, and Satoru’s conflicting schedule. But now, with the internship done, his classes and work had returned to normal… but they hadn’t. 

He was still having trouble adjusting, even after a couple weeks passing to get used to a different routine.. 

“Hey…” Geto clears his throat, shifting on his feet. “I meant to ask before leaving, but you weren’t up yet. Is everyone still meeting up for coffee?” 

“Yeah, we’ll be there starting at 2.” Ah, the other compromise that Satoru had silently made. Having the same friend group since before they started dating complicated things on top of their living arrangement. It wasn’t fair to make them side one way or the other and deep down, Satoru was afraid that the rest of the group only tolerated him and would pick Geto when it came down to it… Well everyone except for (y/n). “Just stop by whenever you get out of class.” 

“I should be there around 2:30…” Despite his nervous shifting, a small smile graces his lips and Satoru’s heart skips a beat, missing seeing happiness on his face. “I’m excited to see everyone again after so long.” 

“Shoko hasn’t shut up about it.” Satoru snorts, and takes a swig of his shake. “And (y/n) is excited to finally meet you. Try not to be a total offstandish ass to her.” 

“No promises, Gojo.” Geto finds his smirk growing as he playfully rolls his eyes, knowing that Satoru is fucking with him. He was always a gentleman to women, even if he wasn’t as personable as the man in front of him. Geto was shocked that the group still acknowledged he existed, thinking that Satoru would have been the obvious choice after their split. “I’ll see you later.”

He huffs out in acknowledgement, sagging when the front door finally closes behind Geto. He didn’t mind making room for Geto in his life again for Shoko, Mei Mei, or Nanamin, but having to share you?

His gut tightens in protective possessiveness. You were everything to him; his best friend. The title used to belong to Geto, but that’s no longer the case for obvious reasons. And it can’t belong to Shoko with how she ends up moderating the two men.

You had pulled him through his hardest days, seen him through the dark months when he was piecing himself back together, making bad decisions to compensate for the hole that was punched through his heart. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you. 

You had barreled your way into his life only a few days after the breakup, approaching him in one of his classes to hand him a summary of the notes from the class he missed. When he had asked you why you’d gone out of your way so selflessly, you simply said that you noticed he didn’t seem himself and you thought he could use a friend. 

He found that he loved that you were his, that you weren’t tainted by Geto and that he didn’t have to share you with him. 

When he makes it to the cafe later that afternoon, he makes sure to take the space next to you on the leather couch. Leaning into whatever you were animatedly explaining to Shoko. 

“I’m just saying that if we tie him up and throw him in the trunk, what will he do?” You reason, like what you’re saying is completely normal. “If he screams we can gag him.”

“I’m here for the vibe, but how about we just lie to him?” She snorts loudly and takes a puff off of her vape, blowing the smoke away from the group. 

“Who exactly are we talking about?” Satoru buts his way into the conversation, curious and ready to aid and abet at a moment's notice. 

“We’re planning something for Kento’s birthday in a few months.” You grin wildly, leaning closer to him so you can conspire with him, whispering as if Nanami’s scowling face will appear out of thin air. “It’s his 20th birthday! We have to party and force him to attend. And if we book him accommodations in a love hotel for shits and giggles, so be it. You can smell the man’s sexual frustration from a mile away.”

“I always loved charity work.” He snickers, all but offering his help with whatever you need. He stands and stretches his limber limbs, cracking his neck before he announces he’s going to use the restroom. Before he goes his gaze softens and he smiles at you. “Do you want me to grab you something on my way back? One of those cinnamon rolls you like?” 

“Yes, please~” The soft smile you shoot his way has his heart racing for some unknown reason.

By the time he comes back carrying your plate, someone else is sitting next to you. He stops in his tracks, deflating slightly when he sees Geto, making himself at home, leaning into your personal space with that sly, flirty smirk Satoru knows so well. And it feels like a stab through his heart when he sees you laughing at whatever he told you. 

Three things crash through Satoru at once as he starts to pale. First, he realizes, watching your smile light up your face and have it not directed at him, that he likes you. Second, the hot churning sensation in his stomach was jealousy, something he hasn’t experienced in years. Lastly, to his shock, the jealousy isn’t just directed at Geto, but at you.

You have his attention, his smile, even his touch as Satoru watches him lay his hand on your thigh, thumbing the surface of your skin under the hem of your shorts. 

Why hadn’t he asked you out before this? He asks himself as something punches him in the gut and hollows open his insides.

“‘Toru!” He blinks rapidly, clearing his mind with a shake of his head, as he sees you making aggressively cute grabby hands towards the plate he was holding with the cinnamon roll on it. An excited noise leaves your throat as you take it and bite a huge chunk out of it. “Thank you, bestie.” 

“No problem, you fucking gremlin.” He rubs your head affectionately, smirking as Geto’s eye twitches at the familiar touch. “You getting along with Mr. Tightass over here?” 

He kicks your leg, making you shuffle over and push Geto down the couch so he could settle on your other side, wanting to sit next to you more than before. 

“Of course she is,” Geto scoffs at him before leaning back against the arm of the couch with the sly smile returning. “I’m a pleasure to be around.” 

“He’s going to bring me over to that book store with the bar in it after this.” Satoru can see you teeming with excitement despite the shy look plastered on your face, complete with a light flush on your cheeks as you look back and meet Geto’s eyes. 

“Oh?” Satoru’s voice is falsely curious with just a hint of the teasing he normally levels at you, like he isn’t having the rug pulled out from under him. “Hot date?”

“N-No-” You stammer in embarrassment at the exact same Geto chuckles, pulling your attention back to him.

“Damn. I thought I was pretty obvious about it.” He grins, reaching out to gently thumb your cheek, sending your heart rate through the roof. “Sweetheart you already said yes, don’t break my heart.”

“I.. Y-you’re sure?” Satoru hates how his insides churn as he watches you fully face Geto, saying yes to the man less than fifteen minutes after meeting him. “I could be crazy, you know.”

“Oh I know you are if you’re friends with that-” He nods behind you with a knowing smirk, seeing Satoru’s murderous glare on him. Really could he be more obvious? “Good thing I don’t mind crazy, baby.”

“Wow. Shafted and ditched bestie.” Satoru whines and acts annoyed so you don’t see that you’re ripping his soul in half. “What about me?”

You playfully smack his arm with a little grin, like he’s just fucking with you. You think that he can be such a needy baby sometimes, but he just had such a big heart you couldn’t help but want to be his friend. 

“Don’t you have a million matches to respond to?” Geto hums like he isn’t letting you know that you have hundreds of other girls to compete with, all with the sharp edge of disapproval out of his own selfishness over Satoru. 

“Shit, yeah I forgot I need to go tell them to fuck off.” Satoru tries for a tone that’s silky sweat but it comes out just a bit too snippy. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, gremlin. You still have those notes for me from the class I missed?”

“Of course I do, you degenerate. No way you’d graduate in the Spring without them.” You tease, hiding a sad look that he’s already packing his bag up to head out. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Satoru wandered aimlessly for the evening, eventually too bored of the campus’s study rooms to stand it anymore. The sun was setting, casting golden yellow rays of light through the budding leaves as he walked across the campus quad, heading to his favorite hole bar in the wall where he could drink in peace without being bothered. 

He hadn’t been here since right after the breakup, so the staff looked confused to see him back, but promptly kept his drink full in his hands without having to ask. The last thing he wanted was to go home and have Geto try to talk to him about what happened, but they had to close eventually and he could tell they were itching for him to pack up so they could lock up.

He didn’t even want to wake up in the morning and have to hear the same exact story that Geto told him, but this time from your pretty pink lips while you smiled with that shy excitement that only came out when you liked someone. In all the time he’d known you, while you were a chaotic little shit, you didn’t have a malicious bone in your body, you just weren’t capable. 

He kicks a pebble down the sidewalk with a sour taste in his mouth. He shouldn’t be upset with you, he just wants the attention you’re getting and also desperately wants to give you that attention too. 

He knew how charming Geto could be, how calculating he was when he decided he wanted to do something. He just hoped that he wouldn’t hurt you like he did to Satoru. He’d finally find it in him to truly hate him if Geto ever caused you to question your worth like Satoru had. 

This all made him so fucking sick. And he saw that look in Geto’s eyes, he knew how Satoru felt about you. It was hard not to scream in frustration. He wanted to push him and see what his intentions were with you. 

He sighs when he’s met with the sight of his front door, putting his keys in the lock and slipping inside. He stares blankly at the shoes in the entryway, his heart beating in a sick rhythm when he sees your boots laying neatly next to Geto’s hightops. 

But it's so late… His brain refuses to connect the dots until a masculine groan he’s all too familiar with sounds further inside. 

“Fuck-” A breathy moan slides down the hall and into his ears as he edges his way to the living room only to be greeted to the sight of the two of you together on their couch.

His eyes widen at the sight of you straddling Geto’s lap half naked, your shirt thrown carelessly across the area rug with Geto’s. His gaze catches every torturous detail in high definition. 

Geto’s hand fists into the hair at the nape of your neck, jerking your face into place as he lips devour yours, his tongue tangling with yours, easily dominating you and pulling a defeated whimper from your throat. Satoru’s eyes dip to Geto’s free hand that’s shoved its way under your bra, greedily groping the mass of flush, paying special attention to your nipples. 

The attention has you hazy, your eyes cloudy and unfocused when Satoru watches your face break away from Geto’s falling back with a loud moan. Geto surges forward and takes advantage of your new position to attack your neck, sucking stark marks onto the column of your throat so dark you wouldn’t be able to go out without hiding them. 

It’s easy to imagine that it's him doing this to you, that you had chosen him instead. But when you shove your hand needily into Geto’s pants, stroking his cock in such a delicious rhythm you have him bucking into your touch, his hands leaving you to start pushing down your leggings in a rushed manner, Satoru loses it. It should be him doing that.  

“Thought we said no fucking in the common rooms?” He snaps meanly, loving how you jolt and push Geto away in a panic, hastily wrapping your arms around your front to cover yourself up as a crimson blush radiates all the way down your chest. “Make sure to use protection, Geto will try to convince you he doesn’t need it.”

Satoru growls and turns on his heels, slamming his door harshly when Geto’s only response was a smirk and satisfied, taunting sparkle in his eyes. 

He seethes as he throws his bag to the ground, jealousy rampant that you were free to be loved by him and resentment burning that Geto may have ruined his new hope for happiness.

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[see-arcane]

We go to seek the place where my poor darling suffered so much. God grant that we may be guided aright, and that He will deign to watch over my husband and those dear to us both, and who are in such deadly peril. As for me, I am not worthy in His sight. Alas! I am unclean to His eyes, and shall be until He may deign to let me stand forth in His sight as one of those who have not incurred His wrath.

Oh man, oh boy, I was not ready to hear this spoken aloud it turns out. I am going to have to personally fight Stoker and @re-dracula for emotionally compromising me this early in the morning.

Just...the hurt in those lines. The confused shame, the fear, the desperation. The essence of 'Whatever I did to earn this, I'm sorry. What did I do to earn this? I must have done something. I will be good now, Lord, I will be better if You let me survive this, if You deign to love me again. Even if not, please protect the one I love, protect our friends as You failed to protect Lucy and so many others. Please, God?'

As much as she cannot write it, cannot say it, cannot bear to think it, I believe this is as close as Mina comes to acknowledging the unfairness of the whole situation on an existential level. Hers and Jonathan's faith has been proven true--God is real! God has power against the undead and unholy-supernatural!--but now also has burned-in proof that He is fickle and unmoving when it comes to those afflicted, even against their will. Her only chance at salvation is in the hands of mortal friends who themselves are at risk of death and worse. No matter how good, how pious, how spiritually deserving the people involved are, God can and will let her and the others be just another handful of tally marks in Dracula's long winning streak.

But she cannot express that. Cannot accept that. Cannot dare to meet eyes with that reality here at the crux of things. And so she prays. Pleads. Begs.

While she's still 'loved' enough to be allowed such things.

[ugh-yoongi]

Congratulations on the milestone!✨✨

I wanted to request a bts headcanon! There was this one trend on tiktok last year that was like “you’re not dating but you’re not just friends either” lol so I guess like a bts in a situation type of thing? Thank you thank you! 💕

tysm!

i know exactly what trend you're talking about and i was never sure if that was supposed to be, like, an actual situationship or like that more cutesy in-between crush & dating stage so i'll try to do both.

once again tag teamed this with @hot-soop bc i have no original thoughts.

come tell me how wrong i am :)

headcanons: bts in a situationship

seokjin —

has the least situationship energy out of all of them imo. mr. domestic king of commitment probably wouldn't be able to handle the uncertainty of it, but could be convinced if the other party wasn't ready/didn't want to commit.

(let's be real, it's impossible to not be in love with him, so [rihanna voice] good luck with booking that situationship u speak of.)

thinks he's being chill and in actuality is being the least chill person alive. red ears & neck 25/8.

does the "let's just play one more round of mario kart" con until the next thing you know it's 2am and the only way you're getting home is an overpriced rideshare, so whoops, might as well stay over, what would you like for breakfast?

strikes me as the type that'd be similar in that in-between stage, too, but way more acts of service.

picnics in the park, polaroid pictures of things that remind him of you, beats that video game level you're stuck on without you even having to ask, rambles on and on about his webtoons, chill weekends spent together at home.

yoongi —

completely down for a situationship. might be made for it, actually. you don't even need to ask.

however. realizes he's Emotionally Compromised and has his "oh shit wait what the fuck" moment months in. good luck sorting that mess out!

yoongi: it is very obvious i have feelings for this person and it is very obvious where we stand with one another.

also yoongi: disappears for a week bc of work and doesn't say a word.

also also yoongi: casually shows up at 3am and wants to hang out like disappearing without a word wasn't at all weird and confusing as fuck.

also also also yoongi: has the nerve to be confused when you call it off because he doesn't seem interested.

spends the next few months overthinking literally everything and reappears with a wall of text detailing everything he likes about you.

in that more cutesy in-between: playlists, "do you wanna hear what i've been working on?", open the door please it's 1am and yoongi's outside with takeout, absolutely giddy when he gets to teach you about his interests.

hobi —

can't see him being all that different from the way he'd be in an actual relationship, tbh, which is both a blessing and a curse.

a f f e c t i o n a t e

(but is it "i like you and want to be with you" affection or "i do this with literally everyone there is no way to tell if it's something more" affection?)

king of overcommunicating! good morning texts, phone calls before bed, memes and silly pictures throughout the day.

wants to trade ootd pics. sends you one everyday even if you don't reciprocate. pouts for days if you playfully roast his fit, but sometimes he needs someone to be honest about those questionable shoes he wears.

somehow knows literally every person to exist. has a friend who works at that cool new club downtown. the gallery with that hot new exhibit. knows someone who knows someone who works with that band you can never get tickets to see.

ensures you will never want for anything while you're with him.

namjoon —

ooh boy.

quiet. a lil obsessive. observant. can definitely be jealous. the kind of guy who loves to think he's good at situationships until he's in one and realizes very quickly he's not.

has a natural urge to play games to test you then have an existential crisis about whether that makes him a bad person.

wants to have all of your attention but will not ask for it. wants intensity but questions whether that’s sustainable long term.

ghosts when he’s in his feelings but writes you long, thoughtful paragraphs when he’s drunk. "that one guy who jerked you around in college" vibes.

will break your back and your heart at the same time.

in that cute in-between: museum dates. meetups in the park in the middle of the night to stare at the stars and get all philosophical. let's go try out that new distillery and catch that new arthouse film after. does this guy even have friends? because it's been 8 years and you still haven't met them.

jimin —

fun until it isn't.

lively and sweet and easy until it isn't.

flirts with literally everyone but gets real petty and kinda mean if you do the same.

thinks he isn't good enough. wants compliments and validation. another chronic overthinker. playful banter until he takes it too seriously and needs reassurance that you do actually like him.

not a ghoster but also not good at ending things so just lets it go stale and wither away.

dates? drinking and dancing. maybe one of those sip and paints. tickets to the ballet. competition shows at his place with takeout.

cuddly and affectionate but why does he call all of his friends his soulmate?

in the in-between: loves showing you off. would probably love to do your makeup. sickeningly sweet comments on all your ig selfies. always holding your hand.

taehyung —

intense. has a tendency to get a lil self-centered and disappear in that big noggin of his.

physical rather than emotional. will blow your back out in 10 different ways before he tells you he likes you.

(and only does this at 5am when he's drunk and just spent the last half hour crying to jimin on the phone.)

insecure so he plays it carefree and silly, but, dear reader, it was not, in fact, carefree and silly.

golden hour. takes the best photos of you on film. paints you silly things and nearly cries when you actually display them. can't cook but tries making a date of cooking together anyway; cons you into paying for the takeout after it inevitably fails. record stores. red wine.

jungkook —

either a major fuckboy or the most sensitive man on the planet there is really no in between here.

either never commits or is ready to get married the second time you hang out.

no chill. someone please remind him to be normal about this.

j e a l o u s !

facetimes you in the middle of the night just because.

learns all your favorite songs on guitar. loves a photobooth; keeps the film strip in his wallet. teaches you how to play video games but gets really pouty when you wind up being better than him. diners at 2am; a milkshake with two straws. obnoxious gym selfies. pretends he doesn't want to sing your girl group songs at noraebang yet suspiciously knows all the choreography.

shy shy shy

[redbirdandbluebird23]

Concept: Established relationship jaydick faking a "fake relationship" because they are not yet ready to disclose their real relationship to the rest of the batfam. So when Tim, Damain, Bruce, Steph, Cass,Duke, catch them out on a date, playing tonsil hockey on the rooftop, grinding on each other at the club, etc, they're all "obviously, we're only doing this for the mission, dummy. He's so not my type." And the other batfam members being various degrees of convinced about the "fakeness."

Honestly, I think it would be a hell of a lot funnier if they were caught in a compromising position by Bruce, who being the emotionally dense human being he is, just goes, huh, they must be working an undercover case.

Jason and Dick, being the gremlins they are, just decide to run with it and see how long they can fuck with Bruce before he has to admit its not for a case.

Cass and Alfred obviously already know about their relationship, but they're also down for messing with Bruce whenever the opportunity arises. But the rest of the family are completely oblivious. So, the announcement that Dick and Jason are fake dating for a case meets mixed reactions.

Babs and Steph are definitely suspicious, they can both see the little things Dick and Jason do for each other that are just a little too real to just be them faking. Eventually they can't take it anymore, and one, or both, of them outright ask if they're really faking. Jason would be shy admitting it, but Dick would be all beaming smiles and showing Jason off, but they were never planning to hide it indefinitely, so they have no issues coming clean when asked.

Tim and Damian are a bit like Bruce in the way that they don't even want to consider the alternative. But eventually Tim, much like Babs and Steph, sees something he can't ignore. It's probably not explicit either, just Dick and Jason trying to have a movie night in one of their apartments, wrapped up in each other on the sofa. They look so soft and domestic that a switch flips in Tim's brain and he's like, oh shit, this is serious. He definitely doesn't leave them to it though, he essentially crashes through the window and starts up a whole interrogation while Dick tries to stop Jason from just picking him up and throwing him back out of the window.

Damian though, Damian will willingly ignore all the signs that are right in front of him, just like his father, because it just doesn't compute in either of their brains that Dick and Jason could be together like that.

But then something drastic happens, maybe Jason gets badly injured on patrol and Dick comes into the cave begging and screaming because he can't lose him.

He ends up standing vigil at Jason's bedside, whispering into Jason's hair about how much he loves him, and please wake up, little wing.

Bruce is watching, because of course he won't leave the medbay, not when it's Jason injured, and he's suddenly forced to accept that it was never fake, that this is real and it terrifies him. Because if they lose Jason again, he knows Dick won't come back from it if he's emotionally involved, and if something happens to Dick, they'll lose Jason for good because Dick is the main thread keeping Jason in the family.

Bruce obviously doesn't say any of this, he just gives his support in the most monotone voice once Jason wakes up, and then goes to update his contingency files because he knows has a whole other angle to consider.

(Damian, however, initially can't decide which one of them he wants to stab because they both played a hand in raising him and he doesn't trust either of them with each other. It takes lots of bribes of homemade food and antique weapons to win him over onto their side)

[wutheringmights]

can i ask for the hot mess commentary plz?

sure

Before we crack into this, take a moment to read what I said about the neck thing. I write that up a long time ago, but it provides some important context and is a good refresher on the secret history of Spirit's bi awakening.

Also, the director's commentary for this chapter is here, in case you want to review that.

Good? Okay, let's go at it.

So.... they had sex. Yay. Insert jazz hands.

I feel like I actually have way less to talk about here than I did for the neck thing. Granted, a lot of the neck thing is behind the scenes stuff. I guess that's a good place to start.

You may recall the informal hiatus CTB went on after Spirit came back to Warriors's era. I used a lot of that time to actually work out how to end CTB and what character/plot points I would need to hit to have a satisfying conclusion.

During this time, I was listing out things about Spirit and Warriors that I need to return to. Spirit had his codependent histories with the greenhorn and Zelda, or really his strategy for offering himself up as a means of feeling more in control, that needed to be explored. I needed to do some kind of follow-up with Warriors's latent attraction.

The two topics were similar enough to make me want to tackle them at once. But the moment I did, my brain decided that they should hate fuck. (I definitely was also thinking about my old concept of Spirit's unrequited crush-- I still write the characters like that happened, even if it never actually made it into the story.)

Why hate sex? Honestly, it would be kinda funny. Plus, it's a good writing exercise to ask yourself what would happen if your characters in conflict did (not really).

I knew immediately it could only end badly for everyone involved. But I knew I needed Warriors to hit an emotional low point to motivate him to do his Castle Town plan. I knew I wanted Spirit's big speech to come at a time when he and Warriors were emotionally connecting again, and that the response to that speech needed to push him back to Time.

Shit, I thought. This might be what they do.

But, like. I love protecting my peace. I have been skirting around the edges of homo eroticism with Spirit and Warriors as much as I dared. I didn't want to invite angry anons. But then.... did I really care? I understand where people are coming from, but at the same time... this is such a minuscule non-issue. Truly, and with emotion: who even cares?

First off, we already established with the neck thing that whatever fucked up thing these two have going on does not count as shipping. And second, if it does count as shipping, then fine! It's shipping then. This is what the plot is. I've been working on this story for too long to compromise now. I'll reap the consequences, whatever they may be.

I decided to keep it on the books, half believing I would change my mind once the chapter came up.

I was feeling very confident about my choice, up until the day of posting. That was then I got slammed in the face with regret. Luckily, there hasn't been any issues. I may have overestimated as much the general populous care about CTB. If there was ever any confirmation that this story has the world's most niche audience, this is it.

And you all have been great. There's been a lot of encouragement and kind words from you the readers, after you all stopped yelling, of course.

(Though I was prepared to be an obstinate jackass to anyone who tried to complain. I found a loophole and was ready to exploit the hell out of it. I was so ready!)

Funnily enough, everyone's reactions to the past few chapters helped to reassure me the most. There was been a lot of jokes about Warriors and Spirit having the world's worst situationship (lol).

So them having sex turned into an important character and plot moment. Warriors and Spirit got built up and tore down in self-destructive ways. This experience becomes the wake-up call Warriors needed to decide that he was ready to stop being the hero and get his life back.

A lot of people expressed surprise that Warriors and Spirit would go through with it even after talking it out. To be honest, I was a little surprised too! I was half convinced that Warriors had grown enough to stop the self-destructive cycle and turn Spirit down. But when looking at the scenes leading up to them being alone-- from Twilight denounce his friendship with Warriors, Toto turning him away, and Warriors generally in an emotional rut over his intellect and lost beauty--I realized that Warriors was already in the middle of another downward spiral. He would go through with this, if only to feel valued. It was the war all over again.

Also, apparently half of you guessed that Warriors would get cigarette burns from Spirit eventually. I hope you all were happy with the results!

When I posted that snippet from the chapter, apparently all of you knew that a kiss was coming. Ooops. I'm a little glad I surprised all of you with what happened next afterward.

On to funnier things:

I meant for there to be more compare/contrasts between Warriors's nights with Icarius and Spirit. The only one I really managed to do was Link being unable to sleep next to Icarius vs Warriors falling asleep easily.

Because this chapter and the last were supposed to be one, this scene was supposed to come out around Valentine's Day. Could you imagine?

I had the silliest time trying to figure out how to get Warriors and Spirit alone in a room together. I had this grand plan about them needing to get a room in a different inn from the others, whether because they were too tired to walk home after dancing or because they were too drunk to remember the way. Then I realized that Ganondorf could just give the Chain enough money to get more rooms. I realized this way later than I should have.

If you're wondering.... they switched....

I wrote that Warriors thought that sex with Spirit felt like an argument. That is because they are both the bossiest motherfuckers in bed. They both want things done their way or else. It's combative. Unfortunately, they both like the challenge.

I did have an idea for how to end this whole matter in a funny way, both involving someone from the chain finding out.

In my first idea, Time barges into what he thinks is just Warriors's room, in the middle of some kind of rant. Then he sees both of them sitting in bed, pauses, then promptly walks out. Warriors and Spirit quickly get dress before there's a knock on the door. When Warriors opens, Time walks in casually and starts his rant again while pretending none of this had happened. He would wait until Warriors was alone to be like WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!

My other alternate scenario involves Warriors and Spirit getting a room in a different inn. In the morning, Spirit is hurriedly trying to leave when there's a knock on the door. This time, it's a few members of the chain asking if he's seen Warriors anywhere. He says no. All but one walk away. The one who stays (probably Legend) would lean and discreetly tell him that he knew the room was under Warriors's name, so if they were done, could he tell Warriors to get his ass outside? Cue Spirit burning up in embarrassment.

EDIT: I actually had a third silly scenario idea. Similar to the others, Twilight barges in to talk to Warriors about Midna (they're still friends in this scenario; this was an idea from a long time ago). Warriors is still in the bed, but luckily Spirit is in the bathroom. Warriors tries to have a normal conversation without alerting Twilight that something was amiss. And it almost works until Spirit just walks out of the bathroom, waves, and goes to put his clothes on. Cue Twilight's 404 error.

So, yeah! That's the Hot Mess. As always, it's been really fun to see everyone's reactions. Warriors and Spirit are both extremely polarizing, and I love hearing everyone's hot takes.

Does this count as toxic yaoi? Not until I see an AMV to "Numb" by Linkedin Park. Luckily, Warriors and Spirit will never do this again. Probably.

[ceilingfan5]

M (No, I’m not going to sell you this fish. Please leave the store.) and Magnus, please?? -ise :D

“No, I’m not going to sell you this fish. Please leave the store.” Magnus folds his arms and tries to look intimidating. Angus glowers up at him with his beautiful baby seal eyes and puts his hands on his hips. 

“Why not? I’d take better care of him than the store does. You guys have them in awful little cups and according to my research-”

“I know,” Magnus says, strained. He tugs on his Pet Circus apron and tries not to look guilty and emotionally compromised. “You don’t think I know that?”

“Seems like you’re perpetrating systemic fish abuse to me,” Angus says, lisping a little because he’s clearly missing a tooth. Magnus sweats. Hard.

“Look,” he says. “You gotta be 18 to purchase a fish. Okay? If you were eighteen, I’d check you out right now, but you’re not so, suck it, little man, and go home. And stop making me feel bad.”

“Maybe you should feel bad.” Angus flutters his eyelashes innocently. “Those bettas did no crime that could possibly warrant solitary confinement, don’t you think, sir?”

Magnus bites his lip hard. 

“Aren’t you complicit in the violence of neglect here, sir?” Angus bounces on his feet and gives Magnus the biggest, cutest eyes he can manage without some kind of hernia. Magnus is going to pass out. 

“I’m changing the system from the inside!!” he says, struggling to defend himself here. “I’m trying to give them a better life! I swear!” 

“One of those lucky little guys could have a better life right now today immediately, sir, if you let me take one home. I even have a name picked out already.” 

“No,” Magnus whispers. 

“Yes,” Angus says sweetly. “Do you want to hear it?”

“No,” Magnus whines. 

“It’s Detective.”

“Detective what?”

“Detective Red Herring,” Angus says with a big, shit-eating grin. 

“Oh my god,” Magnus groans. 

“And I have a huuuuge tank already cycled and set up,” Agnus says. 

“Then get a grownup to come buy the damn fish, Ango!” Magnus is about ready to tear his hair out. 

“I can’t, though, on account of the ones I have won’t come and the ones I did have are gone,” he says, trying very hard to look as pathetic as possible. “So if you broke that teeny little rule here, you wouldn’t just be helping the Detective, sir, you’d be helping an orphan.”

“Oh my god,” Magnus groans again. “Can’t you just go get a fake ID or something? Jesus!”

“Psychological warfare is cheaper,” Angus says sweetly. 

[netherworldpost]

Would you ever make the "I have a lot of feelings about this book" card design into a sticker label? I'd love to buy a pack to put on my favorite books before I lend them out. Also, not me shopping in your store before I actually receive my first order ... BUT I LOVE YOUR STUFF!

Hey there! Firstly, thank you!

I'm extremely pleased and humbled by your enjoyment. I'm also a bit "hm hm! hm!!" because we are barely starting out along a very long plan to make wonder and create dazzle.

Book stickers get tricky. It has to be extremely clearly worded in teh description "this sticker is unlikely to come off and will likely cause damage if you remove it" and other such things.

So saying, there is a future phase of... stuff... (everything from stickers similar to what you mentioned to registry stuff to stories and rambles) called "Eldritch Librarian" that I've been tinkering with for some 7 or 8 years at least.

It started slowly with Evil Supply Co. but the company was so scattered that the notes just kinda went everywhere and I couldn't focus. Part of --

The Shift I Ought to Cleverly Name and Likely Won't Because It Amuses Me To Call It Something Different Every Time

-- has been to resolve that lack of focus.

With book modifications, things get inherently personal, very quickly (hence the looping this project with Eldritch Librarian). Some books are to gift, some are to lend, both need to be addressed in modification.

The Short Answer: Yes, on an unknown schedule, and part of a larger system.

As to your order!

Again I say thank you!

It's ready.

It's either in the mail or will be in the mail tomorrow (Monday, April 22).

If you haven't gotten an email tracking yet, that will come on Monday morning sometime, depending on where your order sat in the queue.

I was tinkering with the shipping system last night.

Tracking info generates immediately when your label is produced, as your order is packed, but prior to said tinkering, it would only email Day Of Going Out the Door.

Now it emails within a few minutes of the label being generated.

The advantage to this being those of us whom Are Frequently Awake in the Middle of the Night staring at the walls and wondering "hm has that shipped yet" and rather than waiting on servers to click over to what is deemed (for whatever reason) as The Time to Send, it just sends immediately.

I will also say thank you one last time.

When I say "I was overwhelmed with the initial response" I mean it both emotionally (most positive possible connotation) and physically (most positive possible connotation).

I'll always ship what is currently considered slow -- always a small pile of days, the target is 2 - 5 days, with an upper limit of 8 or 9 days.

The window being "do we have your particular item in stock, right now, or will it be added to the next production run."

I could (and have) ramble about it for many (many) hours, but the short answer comes down to:

We produce in very small batches (high inventory can increase profit but compromises ability to experiment)

In off-peak hours (this allows us to slash production cost, enabling us to sell cards very inexpensively)

Using non-billionaire-owned suppliers as often as possible, respecting their production lines and timeframes etc. This is not a rebuff or commentary of anyone's business practices. It is simply part of my "We are a tiny business, we should support small businesses when buying boxes, etc." sensibility.

We hit what I figured we'd sell in our first six months within about six days.

The good thing about logistics, though, is there are industries (purposefully plural) around every single problem that exists. And just raw practice. There was a point where I figured out how to fold boxes a certain way that cut the time to fold in half.

Okay this was a lot :)

So: Yes. But not very soon. Part of something bigger. And THANK YOU!

[chubbyheadquarters]

Sun Wukong from 'monkey king reborn' being Overprotective of his twin male s/o? If you didn't want to do it then it's fine

Genre: Platonic

Pronouns: Male

TW/CW: None

Character(s): Sun Wukong-Monkey King

You're the only one who truly gets him, and him you. It's always been the two of you against the world. Of course, you have your monkey companions on the mountain, but it's not the same.

You would go everywhere together and do everything together. No one could separate the two of you, and if they tried... Well, you can ask Wukong's other victims.

He rarely scolds you, but when he does, he makes it known that you shouldn't do it again. The world's dangerous, and he knows he's strong enough to kick ass, but if anything were to happen to you, he'd flip.

He's not letting ANYONE push you around, and he's not afraid to dish out a couple of punches to get his point across. You always have to calm him down, but you understand that he's just trying his best to protect you.

You're not as strong as him, deciding to become the strategizer of the two and work with medicines to help heal faster. Your not weak by any means, but definitely not as strong as Wukong. Muscles isn't everything.

You fight like any siblings would, not as often, but when you did(caused by Wukong most of the time), you'd both ignore each other until one of you(usually Wukong) would apologize and get back to sibling shenanigans.

When you're upset and scold him, he knows you're doing it with the intention of helping him see the error of his ways. To help him grow. Too bad the whole Celestial thing happened.

Although mad, you're there for him while he's trapped, always trying to find a way to release him while juggling the responsibilities of taking care of your monkey friends and island, but you can't find a way.

You're a bit peeved at Tang Sanzang when he's able to release Wukong, and he makes it known that Guanyin told him that Wukong would help him. Of course, the two of you don't want to, but y'know the deal  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Being forced to travel with the monk wasn't fun either, especially when he's threatening your brother with the circlet. If anything, it added to your anger, but you eventually come to a consensus to not kill him unless he does to compromise your brother's safety and health.

You definitely butt heads with Zhu Bajie, always calling his shit out and always ready to punch his lights out. But the pig demon progressively stops bothering the two of you, with Wukong threatening him.

Meanwhile, you and Sha Wujing get along pretty well. You help him with carrying the stuff and listen to his ramblings about his knowledge of demons. The both of you are just trying your best during the journey.

Lots of demons know not to mess with you, since they've heard tales of what happens to those who try. But some, of course, don't head the warning and go after you, with death awaiting them.

Wukong's protective and a bit too much at times, but you know it's because he cares. He's emotionally constipated, but genuinely tries his best. You've been through a lot together, and always pull through together.

[localbadger]

I think Beatrice had 3 “personas” going on based on her habits/ lack thereof and I think it really played a great part in her characterization .

First we have no habit Beatrice

- she’s awkward more like fish out of water, she doesn’t have her “protection blanket” of her habit, just look at how she responds to Ava asking if she ever had a drink before

- more jealous/petty but also more easy to compromise with and joke with, she looks around like everyone is watching her and she’s nervous about it like she’s insecure about her place in the world

- she’s basically thrown back into the real world that she left long again to be a nun and it reads as her trying really hard to fit in and still prove her worth. But she’s much more free, she dances, she curses, she is still a badass nun but you get that her sometimes acting like a “70 year old” is more of her personality and nothing to do with being a nun

Then we have tactical nun habit Beatrice

- she has a mission and is solely focused on it, she’s deadly, barely any room for emotions, is very precise

- she’s in charge and ready to give out orders or even step on people’s toes the level of confidence skyrockets

- I think this is where she feels most comfortable when it comes to a dealing with new situations like it’s her physical armor that reflects emotional armor and lets her put herself in the position of someone she believes has value

Then we have blue habit Beatrice and here I think is her middle ground between no habit and tactical habit

- she’s more open and soft but there isn’t that insecurity we see without the habit because she has the identity she chose wrapped around her

- This is where she’s most comfortable interacting with people like she has her habit to ground her so she’s not as flustered but still open more emotionally

- I also don’t think we’ve ever seen her fight in the this outfit like it represents what an actual nun is like where “no habit Beatrice” is actually Beatrice just a girl with a lot of expectations put on her trying to be perfect and the tactical nun habit shows her as this warrior with great fighting skills and an arsenal of knowledge, this blue habit represents an actual nun who is supposed to be faithful caring kind and devote.

And this season put all 3 “personas” you could say in extreme different circumstances

- Beatrice without a habit having to fight in the street and giving orders/ information out to follow the FBC while in the car

- tactical nun habit Beatrice had to deal with the emotional turmoil of losing Ava and kissing her/ saying I love you

- blue habit Beatrice losing her cool/ faith and becoming jaded after losing the crown

They are all starting to merge together to make Beatrice whole again!

Anyways thanks for coming to my 5th Ted talk about this lovely show

[hanasnx]

wii date.

NOTES: felt some typa rare way. don’t usually write fluffy adjacent stuff

Having an at-home date with TERRY MCGINNIS is usually a chill and laid-back experience. When you have concrete plans, he’s always late, this is your way of compromising just this once. “You’re a lot better at this than me.” he muses, tossing his controller to the mattress in front of him after being defeated. Laying on his side on the bed, he faces you as you sit cross-legged next to his chest.

“I dunno, you’re just not as practiced as me.” you reply, but it holds no air of competitiveness. “Do you wanna play something else?”

“Not yet.” he answers, and gently he sets your controller down, prompting you to release it. As soon as you obey, he wraps an arm around your waist, tucking you further into his chest. His head lulls to one side, laying on his shoulder propped up by his elbow on the bed. “I missed you, you know. What’ve you been doing?” Attentively, he holds your gaze, his hand stroking your back soothingly.

“Mostly this. You haven’t been around.” you tell him, a sullen lilt to your quiet voice as you cuddle up to him. Your hand comes to rest at his chin, tracing its dimple unconsciously. “You’re so handsome, Ter.” you whisper, pinching his jaw between your fingers and thumb. “Wish we could do this all the time.”

“We can.” he interjects, surprisingly upbeat. His large hand envelopes yours, dropping it from his chin. He’s warm, and he’s callused. You fiddle in his grip. “Well,” he emotionally deflates. “not all the time—but… we can try.”

You quirk the corner of your lips, tilting your head at him, holding that eye contact in the dull light lit by the TV screen. “Are you ready to play again?”

“Yeah, I’m ready for another round with the champ.”

[thinkpink212]

♡ Taking Myself There ♡

The past few days had me wanting to gain overview over my life; specifically to look at where I am, where I desire to be, who I desire to become, all of it!

In short, for a moment I had lost track of what I wanted to do in life. I quit University 3.5 semesters in because I didn’t belive it could get me there the why I wanted & it was overall just the wrong time in my life. I lost friends, making me doubt everything even further. Covid hit, and life just sunk into more chaos. I left many people, including the person I was. With most of my family cut off, being homeless for months & staying places I wasn’t welcomed or felt entirely safe in — I’ve managed to turn my life around in such a short time. Physically, emotionally and mentally I am now ready again to fully commit to myself & the goals I’ve had since I could remember

I’ve managed to move into a place that feels like home.

I’ve managed to pass an exam I’ve been battling for 3 years.

I’ve made new friends, and met Incredible people

And most importantly, I’ve become the person I needed all those years ago. But she’s here now and now I feel ready to jump in with both feet.

My Goals have always fluctuated as I’ve never been a very ‘one goal’ orientated person. I’ve been a full time artist, worked in the receptionist world, retail & sales advisor. But all of those always felt like they lacked something or were more so a means to gain the financial stability that was needed for me to to what I truly wanted to do—

I’ve never been one that desired working, but when the work didn’t feel like work I was all on board! This goes for all things astrology, tarot readings, drawing & painting whatever I felt like creating. And most importantly, writing.

I have two main goals in this life

♡ Becoming A Publish Author

Ever since I could remember, I loved reading. I loved hearing stories and telling them! I’ve always been a very imaginative person, very creative, and I’m always told I’m great with words — and I believe it. I have tales I wish to share, tales I know will inspire more then I already have & tales to inspire myself to keep going. Nothing brings me mroe joy then when I am typing away, lost in my little worlds.

♡ Becoming Financially Secure

I do not need bilions but I know I’ll make more money then I’ll ever need. It’ll be enough money to never worry about unexpected expenses or those around me struggling. I’ll have more then enough to leave my future generations with financial security. I have known luxury, and I’ll know it again.

So now what? It’s simple really, I just need to do what I’ve always done — persist, and go after what I know is already mine. It’ll take determination, discipline, persistency, but also it’ll take for me to rest when rest needs to be had. Asking for help when help is needed.

Soon I’ll graduate and become a certified massage therapist — a job I already know is very fulfilling, and despite the physical and emotional taxation, it’s something I see myself doing while I write my stories & get closer to financial stability.

The idea of doing all of this brings me such internal peace and warmth.

The rest of the year will be a time of…

♡ Saving, living within my means and reminding myself that this is a sacrifice for a better tomorrow

♡ Making writing my all, just how it used to be. The stories are in my mind already, and many are created weekly, but focus and determination will get me there

♡ Knowing when to rest, because my sleep, sanity or overall health should not be compromised for something that can be resumed tomorrow.

♡ Continue to be my own peace, saying no more and focusing on this endeavor

I’ll be Enjoy the journey. It’ll take a while, and I know because I’ve inspired others to write. Friends, and my cousins have written and published their work (some are still not there but aren’t giving up) and seeing how long it took them, but their determination got them there, is inspirational. I planted a seed and now they all have trees and I’m so proud. Now it’s my turn to plant my seeds and watch them grow. I’m ready!

And I start today —

All updates will be made under #ThinkpinkJourney if you would like to follow along my journey to success

[alex51324]

GO2 reaction

OK, now that all that has had some time to settle...

I can definitely why Neil decided to leave the season on a (heartbreaking!) cliffhanger--it makes a certain amount of sense from a storytelling perspective, and a massive amount of sense from the perspective of a storyteller who has a third part of the story he wants to tell, but needs authorization/funding to do so. With that ending, Season 3 feels urgent in a way that wouldn't if we'd left Aziraphale and Crowley having a champagne breakfast at the Ritz and wondering what Heaven has up its ineffable sleeve next.

I can also see why Neil was hoping for an episodic release instead of all 6 at once. It would have been nice to have several weeks to squee over all of the fun things that happened in the first 5 and a half episodes, before having to reckon with That Ending.

Shifting now to the Watsonian level,

3. I see where Aziraphale is coming from, re: That Ending, but man is he infuriating in that last scene. How many times does he need to have it demonstrated to him that Heaven is always going to yank away the football before he can kick it?

I do think that he probably at least partially figured out what was going on when Metatron said Second Coming: Heaven wants him off Earth (and away from Crowley--Metatron tips his hand in the bookshop that he anticipated Crowley wouldn't take the deal) because he has a track record of foiling the Apocalypse. They probably have their doubts about getting him on-board with the New Plan (although I personally figure, with him being such a people-angel-pleaser, it's about 50/50 on him trying his best to go along and find some kind of compromise, at least until they go Way Too Far) but figure it's better to have him inside the tent pissing blessing out.

(And the whole Gabriel-going-missing thing has given Heaven some practice at working around having a big empty spot at the top of the Org chart; they can presumably similarly work around having a figurehead nobody has any intention of actually listening to about anything important.)

But anyway, in the Aziraphale-at-least-somewhat-knows-the-score hypothesis, one of the first things he's going to want to do is get back in touch with Crowley and tell him what's happening. Lots of opportunities there for Shenanigans to Ensue, as Crowley is probably not going to be super-keen on taking his calls for a bit. (Dare we hope for a reprise of the "I was wrong, you were right" dance?)

4. I'm digging the Nina/Maggie relationship as commentary on the Aziraphale/Crowley one. Just as Nina needs to process her breakup with...was it Lindsay? With her emotionally abusive partner before she's ready to enter into a new relationship with Maggie, Aziraphale hasn't processed--or really committed to, as we see in That Ending--his breakup with Heaven. He needs to do that before he can really be a partner to Crowley.

Which is cool--but it does circle us back around to Aziraphale being infuriating again, because this breakup arc has been going on for six thousand years.

[foxesandtarot]

Been feeling stuck?

A while back, I did this spread for myself. It stayed in my mind for a bit, so I decided to pull some cards for you guys too! Simply pick a pile you feel drawn to, and hit 'keep reading' for the reveal and interpretations.

As always, take what resonates and leave the rest. If this spread has helped you, feel free to share it with your friends. :) I am also open to doing personalised readings! (If you’re looking for a specific spread that’s not listed, you can drop me a message and we can work something out!)

Pile 1

You're currently stuck at a crossroad, unsure of whether to follow your mind or heart — you've worked out all the logical steps but it may infringe on some of the emotional parts of you. On one hand, you may be ready to sacrifice some things; on the other, you want to find a compromise or a different way to tackle it. Despite your efforts to find a balance in which neither sides lose anything, it's been to no avail. And because you've been at this for so long, you might feel like you have to make a decision soon.

Unless it's a time-sensitive issue, you shouldn't continue putting more stress on yourself regarding this decision. Set aside time to ruminate on this, where you have time to breathe, relax and consider everything again with a clear and unconditioned mind. Let everything flow, even the seemingly "dumb" ones. Tune in to your intuition and dreams, pay attention to what's between the lines and outside the box. With a much more open mind (much alike a blank sheet of paper), you may come across certain ideas that could be worth exploring.

Pile 2

You've been trying hard, hoping to see some change, but it kind of feels like you're on a hamster wheel lately, right? The sights are the same and you're still in the same spot. Well, have you been neglecting the inner parts of you while working hard on the grind? Toiling away at the expense of your emotional and mental health won't take you far. Or maybe you're being too hard on yourself, and letting all the "what-if"s and negative thoughts run a little too free. It could also be that you're being too indulgent in certain things.

What you need to do is write down your goals clearly, and break them down into actionable, bite-sized steps. It doesn't matter how bite-sized it's broken down into: the objective is to ensure you can make it from here to the next step. Don't just write "I want to write a book -> I will write 1 hour a day." That can be broken down further into "I will write 1 paragraph a day" or "I will write X sentences a day". The distance you make with the small steps a day will become one or two big steps at the end of 30 days. When you are able to take act

Pile 3

You've really been going through it and you're worn out to the bone, be it physically, mentally or emotionally. You don't know who you can reach out to, probably because you're still in the eye of the storm, or processing the aftermath of the fallout. No matter which position you’re in, I would advise against resisting the changes that are unfolding, as well as embracing them (gradually over time). There's a reason why this upheaval is happening, even if you don’t see it yet.

It's time to rethink why these old ways just aren't working out for you anymore (they could even be the cause of the upheaval), and find new strategies to tackle problems moving forward. This storm shall pass too, and it will only do you good if you can see and extract the lessons, so that you won't be in a situation like this again. This isn't to say you'll never face such storms anymore, rather, the next time something similar happens, you'll have the experience, knowledge and skills to navigate better through it, or even before it (developing foresight to avoid such situations).

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Which pile did you pick, and did it resonate with you? Let me know!

Don’t forget to leave me a like on this post if you found this helpful, or even share it with your friends. If you with to leave a tip, you may do so on my Ko-fi page（っ＾▿＾）

[dairy-farmer]

Was struck by brilliance and wanted to shaaare~ Is dubiouly consenting BruTim (and possibly DickTim in the bonus round) villian tech play! (Because clear and open conversations? In THIS household?)

Bruce ABSOLUTELY knows how the Madhatter's mind control hat and receivers work? He HAS to have a copy of that tech in order to fight him! He's also a little control freak who developed a Need To Be Obeyed since NOT listening to him played a part in his baby boy, his Jason, DYING.

He wears a cowl. Robin wears a mask. He could..... he could just... slip in that tech. A receiver into Robin's mask. Maybe a few other parts of his uniform to be SURE. And? Who REALLY looks at every individual part of the cowl tech? He... he doesn't have to turn it ON, he tells himself, just HAVE it. Available. In case.

But Timmy's so reckless and brave. And Bruce has those Bad Days. The temptation, once THERE...

It's... it's just to make Tim get some badly need sleep. See, nothing bad! He's being a good mentor. Then it's to hold still under the effects of Fear gas, so he can get him the antidote without Time hurting himself or others. Again, it's better this way, now he won't remember the effects of the gas. But then? After one of those awful patrols that suck his will to live? He just...

He doesn't have it in him to lower his emotional walls anymore. Everything hurts, he feels TIRED and cold, but he just... he just can't ASK for a hug the way he once could. Can't call over Jason(dead, all his fault) or Dick(hates him, still his fault) to cuddle and remind himself WHY he's doing all this. But out of the corner of his eye? Tim in those colors. Slow and sore but working his way towards the showers to strip and warm up.

In the Robin uniform. Wearing his mask. "Robin, come here."

And then? He... he has a warm lap of son to wrap his arms around again. Just this once, he lies to himself. It would be an abuse of the power.

But. But! He can't shake it. He can... he can TAKE CARE OF HIS BOY AGAIN. And no one will know. Not even Tim. He doesn't even have to let go of his control of the situation when being vulnerable emotionally. And he... he shouldn't be doing this.

But he does. Just on bad days, at first. Helps his Robin clean up from patrol, bandages his wounds and washes him down, untangles his hair and picks out his clothes. Changes his mask for the sweatband or choker with a receiver in it. Holds him close and listens to him breathe, safe and warm. His... his baby boy.

But it starts to spread. To less bad days. And Bruce can feel himself getting obsessed. Starting to go from Not to Idle to ACTIVELY planning what clothes and brushs and soaps and- ...all the ways he'll Take Care Off Tim.

And NONE of them are related to Robin anymore.

Some of the thoughts even... no, no! THAT would be too far. But... but he should... should PROBABLY know. Yes. Just in case the cowl was ever compromised. That's all. It's for safety. And... and Health! The positive chemical releases.

So the next time? As Tim is made all ready for his shower? With a speeding heart and dry mouth, Bruce commands him to orgasm. He does. Just like that. It doesn't process. Again, he orders, again, again. Tim's poor body having no choices but to follow commands, gushing and twitching, until his legs give out and snap Bruce out of his trance.

It feels IMPOSSIBLE that Tim doesn't remember that. But of course, he doesn't. He obviously suspects, he's brilliant and Bat trained... but? On the other hand? Look how his "post patrol haze" has helped Bruce mentally and emotionally. He chooses to notice nothing. For Bruce.

And Bruce? Can NEVER unknow what he has learned. Tim looked so.. so WRECKED. His boy had NEEDED him EVEN MORE afterword. Couldn't move at all. But he also slept so deep, woke so refreshed. It was good for him! Right? Bruce didn't do something terrible, didnt give in to his base desires, just... just discovered a different NEED his boy has! That's all.

And he's a Good Dad. He's gonna take care of his boy. Just ordering him around? That's cold and impersonal. And every young lad loves toys! He's so small, so tight, hurting him would be FAR to easy. So after patrol plugs and dildos to slowly stretch him out, proper HUMAN hands and exciting vibrators to tease his little clit, Popsicles then bigger n bigger toys to sooth his oral fixation.

Until Bruce can take care of him. Properly. Over and over until Bruce himself is tired and his baby boy is incoherent, then get him cleaned up all perfect and warm and nice. Off to bed.

Tim can't POSSIBLY miss the new sorts of soreness. Waking up feeling like his muscles have been cooked and his brain is still a bit mush. But Bruce wants to LIVE again. More then that...he's almost? Almost DOTING. Tim decides..... that patrol sure was tough, huh bruce? He's so sore!

Bonus round! Then? Bruce is lost in time. Dick takes the cowl. He finds the tech. Things between him and Tim have been escalating and escalating. Dick was GOING to give Damian the Robin suit... but? He... He doesn't MEAN to use it. Was gonna take it out! But he hadn't gotten around to yet! There is so much to do! Too much!

Then he and Timmy were arguing and he just... ordered him to stop. He NEEDED Timmy to stop. He already felt like he was drowning, he just... he just needed his little brothers support. Not more yelling. And suddenly it DID. Tim stopped. A-And Dick knew he should be HORRIFIED. Should scramble to release him IMMEDIATELY.

But... but he could really use a hug. He gets one.

And he's needy. He's weak. Tim has been so Angry and Upset and lashing out... and he just? Let... Let Dick take care of you, okay timmers? Tim can be Robin! Stay Robin. They'll figure out Damian together.

And Tim never gets his road trip, but he has enough time once mornings come and he can barely move, to remember he's Fuckin Loaded and can HIRER MERCENARIES who don't CARE if he is or isn't "crazy". And Deathstroke does not enjoy the League of spiders but that's a him problem. Bruce is back!

Nightwing's mask gets a transmitter upgrade like the cowl. 💖

!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the mind control!!! the dubious consent of it all!!! the way that bruce rationalizes it to himself!!!!!

when he starts doing, he doesn't really think about how "wrong" it is. because bruce isn't planning on using it. he's really not. he just....he can't sleep without thinking of tim deviating from the plan and...getting killed.

neither dick nor jason had been obedient robins who followed bruce's everyword, and in some cases they were right to disobey him. but...after jason.

bruce couldn't- he just couldn't let that happen to tim. tim is a smart child, a smart robin. pragmatic, logical, he thinks ahead, he thinks of the consequences of his actions in a way that even some capes bruce has worked with or years don't. tim is responsible and rational and reasonable and a lot of the time bruce doesn't have to worry about him because tim does a good job.

but...sometimes...he just doesn't listen. never out in the field when there are lives at stake but...in the cave and in private. tim resists and questions and tries to get bruce to go against what he's already decided and...

bruce just needs the assurance. the guarantee. that if he needed it- if he really needed it then tim would obey him. if they're trapped under rubble and only one can get out. bruce knows tim's heart and know that tim would sooner die with him rather than abandon him and bruce...he can't be responsible for his death like that.

sometimes tim's loyalty is a curse.

bruce has always had access to the technology of his rogues. the chemical composition of fear gas, the spores of poison ivy's plants, madhatters cognitive disruption technology.

bruce knows all of them inside and out. he could recreate them in his sleep.

it takes him barely a week to incorporate the tech. all of tim's gear needs to remain in the cave until...until bruce can trust him more. so its not hard to get access to his mask and outfit it with the necessary receivers that will release pulses and waves to make tim obey him.

bruce isn't going to use it. he's not. using hatter's tech is like weaponizing joker's gas it's just....not right.

but bruce isn't going to use it. he's just tricking his brain into settling down. he COULD use it, the option is there. the option to hijack tim's brain and give bruce complete control over him and his body. it should horrify bruce that he's doing it but...it just makes him feel safe and reassured.

that if he were ever pushed to the point of desperation if the two were ever cornered like rats, if tim was about to do something that would get him killled- that bruce could override it. he could control fate and freewill just long enough to ensure his robin would get out alive.

bruce thinks about it more times than he'd like.

he thinks about tim wearing the mask bruce personally designed to connect to his cowl. there's hardly a day that passes where bruce doesn't think about it at least once. he hasn't told anyone what he's done and he hasn't written down or documented it either.

bruce can't imagine it would go over well if he told anyone. they'd make him stop and get rid of it and that would defeat the purpose.

every time bruce got that sinking feeling in his gut he could just remind himself that tim would obey his every word if he wanted him to.

bruce imagines that in some people's hands that kind of power would make them drunk with the rush of it. but for bruce is just makes him feel scared.

after awhile it stops working. the assurance he tells himself, the mantra he repeats to himself. sure he believes the technology would work- but how could he know for sure without testing it?

the thought keeps creeping into his head and at soon its all bruce thinks about. being in a desperate situation- reaching for his trump card and it...not working.

soon knowledge of what he's done is a curse, he cant stop wondering or imagining and he just...he needs to check. he just has to make sure...but turning it on without having a good reason is just...

bruce is looking for a reason. that's why he ends up using it. he's searching for a reason to use it and finally lands on the fact that tim's sleep schedule has been awry due to a case interfering with tim's studying for midterms. tim is usually ery good at maintaining himself. his health, his diet, his hygiene, his sleep schedule. but he's been having a harder time of it lately and really...bruce is doing him a favor. he won't even remember it. madhatter's tech blocks out memories or the brains ability to recall what was done or experienced while active.

bruce feels his heart beating a mile a minute as he asks tim to wait a moment while he begins drowsily pulling off parts of his uniform.

tim blinks at him from behind his mask and the next moment bruce is by his side and catching him as he falls asleep. tim is limp like a doll that's had its string cut, his heads flops around, resting in the crook of bruce's arms. bruce can see the slow steady rise of tim's chest and hear the slight whistling sound that comes out of his nose when he breathes out.

tim is light. practically a feather as bruce slides his hands under tim's knees and stands up.

tim occasionally naps in the cave. when patrol is particularly hard, he'll sleep anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour before fully undressing and heading home.

but by that time the sweat, dirt, oil, and general discharge from gotham will have dried and gotten tacky...

bruce knows undressing tim while he's asleep is a step too far and he's already crossed enough lines for the day. so bruce lays tim out on the gurney he always falls asleep on. rather than only giving him a few minutes of sleep bruce lets tim catch up on the sleep he's missed out on in the last week. tim was still, after all an adolescent. sleep was very important for his physical and mental well-being.

nine hours later bruce uses his cowl to wake tim up.

tim stretches, lets out a loud yawn and flops bonelessly in satisfaction when he hears a few 'pops' from his stretching.

he's content. loose-limbed and well-rested. until he realizes he slept in the cave all night and missed his homeroom and first period class.

he panics and bruce assures him its alright and that he'd already informed the school tim would be attending the second half of the school day after lunch.

it's good. bruce did a good thing. tim doesn't nod off in class like he'd been doing. he doesn't blink to keep his eyes open and he doesn't immediatly collapse once they've returned to the cave.

bruce has gotten confirmation the tech is effective and works but...he's doing a good thing by making tim sleep. he's helping. bruce would appreciate it if he could overwrite his own nightmares and loud thoughts in order to allow him some hours of quiet, peaceful sleep.

tim is better for it. he's healthier, more rested, not as tired. it's good. bruce helping tim was why he'd installed that little adjustment to tim's mask in the first place.

so...bruce keeps doing it. not all the time! just when tim's having a harder time than usual. bruce swears to himself that's the only reason he's doing it. that he won't use it for any other reason.

but then...scarecrow gets one over on them. he fools them and tim ends up paying the price.

and bruce knows how ugly it can get. tim's already suffered one concussion from fear gas. he'd slammed the back of his head on the concrete over and over and over again in some desperate, animalistic attempt to knock himself out to stop whatever he was seeing. the concussion had him out of the field for two weeks.

all bruce can think about it stumbling across that sight. tim twitching and screaming and just bashing his head over and over until the skin broke...

head wounds always bled worse than they were. but bruce had nightmares of that day. of cupping the back of tim's head and trying desperately to wrangle him to sedate him enough for transport. the blood had worked under his glove and bruce had just stared at his blood-stained hand when he was cleaning off and tim was quietly asleep in a nearby gurney. the job was never easy.

so when it happens again all bruce thinks about is stopping tim before he can hurt himself again. bruce has enough nightmares to haunt him for the rest of his life.

tim falls quiet and obedient, he allows bruce to inject him with the serum and a light sedative.

he'll be better in the morning. he'll awake without a horrendous headache and bruce won't have to torture himself with the sight of tim clutching the wall for stability as he made his way around the manor while concussed.

it's for the best.

tim is able to be returned to the manor without major injury and in the morning he's okay and safe. and for the first time in a while bruce goes to sleep relieved and isn't taunted with his mistakes in his dreams.

bruce doesn't use it again for a while. occasionally when tim's dark circles get too noticeable bruce will use it to get tim to sleep a little longer.

it's fine. bruce is fine. the guilt he'd felt initially has faded because even though he used it, it had been for a good cause. for tim's own good. bruce protected his robin.

but then bruce wakes up one day and just knows it will be one of THOSE days.

it takes bruce nearly an hour to get up. he forces himself to do everything and every little thing nearly makes him snap with anger or breakdown in tears. he hasn't had one of these days in a while and he's not quite sure how to stop them. sometimes he just wakes up and everything is just...bad.

but bruce is an adult and he has a job and a duty. he can't just....shut himself away for weeks until the bad feeling goes away.

but patrol doesn't make it any easier. tim is right there and bruce knows he'll get worried if he picks up on deviations.

so bruce returns to the cave pent up, exhausted, and...twitchy.

when he'd get like this dick and jason would always be there, they'd feel bruce's slow and hesitant approach and feel as he pulled them to him to a hug he was holding back from becoming needy. and they'd...understand. they knew that something was wrong with bruce and they'd crawl into his lap, their small bodies going lax and warming bruce as he held them closer, his most precious things in his arms.

but not anymore. dick pretended like he didn't exist and jason was gone.

and that made it worse. made it harder to get through the day.

by the time patrol ends bruce is barely keeping it together. he keeps clenching his fists, palms empty yet desperately yearing for something and...

tim is in a corner of the cave making a bit of noise as he pulls off all the pieces of his armor. He's in just the body suit with a towel slung over his shoulder and heading in the direction of the showers when, before bruce can think through it, he calls out.

bruce's fingers are on the switch in his cowl and tim is frozen in place before stiffly marching over to bruce at his command. bruce is shaking when tim's warm little body slides into his lap.

bruce has an arm around his waist in a second and another hand cupping the back of tim's head tenderly as he pushes tim's soft cheek against his chest and tucked that head under his chin. it take awhile for bruce to steady himself. he rocks himself and tim, letting the warmth of another person seep into his body as his hands memorize the slope of tim's sides and waist as he hugs him close like a child does a teddy bear in a storm.

bruce...will admit that maybe he had used the technology for a...selfish reason. but it helps him ground himself and it helps him when he's burying his nose into tim's soft hair.

the problem isn't that bruce starts indulging himself more often, commanding tim to come to him so he can hold and stroke him. the problem is that bruce gets...comfortable.

dick and jason had both squirmed and maneuvered to get comfortable but with tim it's like he's a lifeless doll and he moves any way that bruce allows him. and bruce gets...possessive. touching tim, settling his hands on the back of his neck, his waist, his thighs...

bruce's fingers will stroke tim's soft strands then trail down to his neck, cheek, and lips until bruce was staring at tim's pink mouth wondering how lips could be so plush and so pink...

bruce knows that his touches start toeing the line of...inappropriate because there's more than one kind of loneliness in his chest and bruce can't ignore that he hasn't felt or touched another person in so long so his hand drifts to that little patch between tim's legs and just...feels the heat on his palm. he doesn't squeeze and he doesn't grope he just...lets his hands and fingers rest and lightly press on the area to satisfy the thoughts swirling in his brain.

bruce gets freaked out when the feelings grow more intense so he latches onto his tender care for tim and the desire for him to be healthy and well. he starts brushing the knots out of tim's hair. he takes wipes and cleans off gunk from exposed skin. eventually bruce starts carrying tim upstairs to his bathroom and filling the bathtub. he carefully lowers tim's limp body and uses a cup to dip into the water and spill it over tim's head and body. bruce carefully scrubs tim's skin. he massages tim's scalp with rich rosemary shampoo and carefully paints his head with conditioner.

it helps. caring for tim. cleaning him, bathing him, dressing him up again in soft pajamas and then putting him to bed like a sweet little life sized play doll. bruce doesn't even let his eyes linger when he's cleaning between tim's legs and his fingers dart briefly in between the lips of tim's cunt to rub soap into the skin.

it's good. it's a nice distraction and bruce is able to...to control something. he can decide what soap to use on tim, what pajamas to dress him in- taking care of tim puts control back in bruce's hands and makes him feel...safe. knowing that he CAN do this one thing.

and its helping tim! he wakes up refreshed and clean and happy in his bed that bruce has tucked him into.

one day its a little different. bruce is bathing tim in the tub of his private bathroom like always when his hand drifts between tim's folds and...he's wet. bruce tugs his hand out of the water and stares at his fingers, stunned. there was slick gathered...down there. bruce had felt a glob of it as he's pressed his fingers in between the lips and...

bruce stares. stares at how tim's little pussy is...pinker than normal, how his little clit had...twitched at his touch. bruce's mouth is suddenly bone dry. he bites down on his lower lip and swallows and...he can't clean tim properly until...well until tim's sensitivity is...taken care of.

then bruce recalls the command and figures well...it was worth a shot and then at least bruce wouldn't be doing anything that would cross a line! and tim needed it!!! he needed it so bruce could finish bathing him!!

so..bruce does. he orders tim to cum and watches as tim's brows suddenly furrow and his mouth drops open. he arches up and out of the water, little gasps ringing through the bathroom along with high-pitched 'ah! ah! ah!' sounds as his legs spasm.

tim is still trembling when bruce's hands dive into the water to finish. tim's pussy arches into bruce's hand as he wipes the area and gets tim clean.

in the morning bruce's heart is pounding in his chest as he waits for tim to come down. he hadn't slept a wink the night before, mind just too wrapped up in the memory to let him rest.

but then tim bounces down. he's not bleary eyed like normal and he has a pep in his step as he settles down to eat. he makes more conversation, eats more, he looks less stressed, and he smiles at bruce as he pours himself a tall glass of orange juice.

tim seems in much higher spirits than he does normally and bruce noticies. and the only factor that could explain it was...what happened the night before.

tim was still young, masturbating probably hadn't fully bloomed into a desire until recently. tim was entering sexual maturity and so his body would naturally begin to crave and produce all the hormones that would help him along in that regard.

and...bruce had noticed tim's breast tissue beginning to fatten up. the way tim had looked that night and the way he was acting now...it was clear this was a new need of his body. and bruce....bruce couldn't let his precious robin be starved of anything. it's not as though bruce was doing it for his own sexual pleasure or desire!! tim needed this!! he needed to feel that primal desire and feeling.

and bruce is the only one who can help with it! the only one who can be soft and tender about it. strangers would only ruin tim, they'd be too selfish and focus on their own wants instead of tim. but bruce WANTS tim to be able to feel as good as possible. that night in the baths...it had weighed on bruce's chest because...because tim had gone untouched. he hadn't felt the comforting weight or warmth of bruce's hands on him and it was just far more impersonal than tim deserved.

bruce knew how horribly isolating intimacy could be even when another person was touching you and he didn't want tim to eve have to feel that. so bruce decides to do better.

he can't just immediatly leap to fucking tim. of course he can't!! tim is just too small and he's so young. bruce can barely work a finger into him. orgasms help, they help make tim's hole slicker and more receptive to being penetrated.

bruce spends the day while tim is at school buying up all the supplies he'll need. lube, toys, plugs, and vibrators all in varying sizes.

that night bruce swirls a thin little dildo covered in lube around tim's opening while he uses a bullet shaped vibrator to press against tim's clit. bruce manages to get the toy in easily, thursting and working it in until there's less resistance. from there bruce works up, offering tim's hungry little cunt hole more and more toys, each one bigger than the last until tim's quarter-sized opening will take three of bruce's fingers with no problem.

bruce can barely contain his excitement as he slicks up his cock and holds it in a tight fist. they're on bruce's bed and tim has been stripped of all his clothes, his sweet head is resting on a feather pillow and bruce presses a kiss to each soft cheek as he hovers over him and begins pushing his head into that hot hole.

bruce lets out a drawn out moan as he gives a short, fast thrust before slowing down and letting gravity and his weight do the rest of the work to slide him home. tim is breathy and panting against bruce's chest when he manages to get all the way in. it's a nice snug fit and tim is clenching around him on insitnct as bruce rolls his hips and grunts at the pleasing velvety heat hugging his cock. bruce has gotten undressed for the sole purpose of feeling tim's warm skin against his. tim's baby tits are squished against bruce's chest and he can feel the hard nub of his nipples as he drags his cock out of that baby-making hole.

tim makes a little sighing sound and swallows the air right back in when bruce snaps his hips, sinking all the way back inside with a thick, wet 'squelch' sound. bruce LOVES that sound and makes it his mission to hear more as his big hands wrap around tim's hips (almost meeting in the middle) and start tugging him down onto his cock to meet every thrust.

bruce fucks tim until the only sounds in the room are his own grunting, the wet slaps of his cock slamming into tim's cunt, and tim's whimpery noises and mindless gutted groans.

bruce feels the moment tim cums. he feels the clench, hears, the gasp, and grunts at the vice-like tightness around him.

but he doesn't falter in his thrusts. he keeps fucking tim nice and deep, working that little cunt until bruce was near growling and trying to find a way to punch deeper into tim. bruce cums with a snarl, pressing all his weight onto tim as his hips jerk and jolt, bruce's balls squeezing every drop out of him to release into tim's delightful little pussy.

tim whines under him at the feeling and bruce just shushes him and kisses the crown of his head.

a few minutes later bruce has rolled them both over. he's on his back and catching his breath while tim is flopped over on his chest. bruce helps prop tim up and stares down at the mess of white where they're joined. tim's pink cunt is all puffy and red. there's streaks of white on the lips and his clit is so red it almost looks painful. bruce's palms are over tim's tits, squeezing them as he bends his knees and lets tim's back rest against the front of his thighs.

bruce settles in more comfortably, stroking his hands down tim's sides before reaching his hips. bruce gets himself ready for a nice show as he opens his mouth and -

"ride me."

bruce moans at the sight of tim pushing himself up, cock dragging out of him before his slams down and their hips meet. bruce bites down on his lip as tim begins gyrating his hips, grinding down on bruce and rubbing his poor neglected clit against the forest of hair bruce has at the base of his cock. tim begins bouncing on his cock steadily, little pants coming out of his pretty mouth as bruce watches, satisfaction and arousal filling his chest.

"faster."

tim's breath hitches and his hands let out a 'slap' as he plants them on bruce's chest for better stability. his hips start pistoning down at a faster rate and bruce lets out a shaky breath.

"nngh faster tim, faster, faster, hhhnnngh yes, yes, yes just like that sweetheart nngh keep going, keep going, yes-"

tim was almost a blur, his cries growing louder as he sped up, hips slamming down harder, grinds smearing more wetness. bruce's fingers began digging into hip bones, the entire bottom half of his body starting to press up as he arched-

bruce's mouth feel open and he let out a soul deep grunt when cum shot of him and into tim's relentless riding. tim began squeezing so tight around him, his cries peaking.

bruce probably gave tim whiplash as he threw him down onto the bed and began frantically fucking into that orgasming cunt. bruce felt his eyes roll back into his skull as he fucked tim through both their orgasms.

bruce keeps going. for hours bruce takes care of tim until tim is basically mush and his little cunt can't clench on nothing without a wave of cum gushing out. bruce is carefully cleaning him, using his fingers to scrape out all the excess cum.

for a first time it may have been a little much since when its time fro breakfast the next morning, tim stumbles down like a newborn faun.

bruce is happier than he's been in a while. he slept like a baby after tucking tim into bed. he's pretty he hasn't slept as well as he did the night before in years. he woke up more energetic than before even with the small amount of hours, its like his blood was still thick with the feel-good orgasm hormone because the rest of the day its like he's looking through rose-colored glasses.

bruce can barely wait until the night so when he goes to pick up tim from school he...he just...he knows technically it was more for his benefit when he activates the madhatter's tech having programmed a bluetooth headset for himself and a headband for tim to keep the hair out of his face and ensure that the tech would be effective when he was out of robin gear.

bruce's car is parked out of the way behind a row of hedges and trees so there's no need to move the car. plus the windows are all blacked out so no one will be able to look inside to see tim going down and unzipping bruce's fly to free his cock.

it's quick. barely a few minutes. bruce just needed a bit of...help to hold him over until it was nighttime.

tim makes a face when bruce lifts the order, his nose scrunches and he makes a 'yuck' noise before digging through his backpack for some mints or a pack of gum. bruce knows he did because its what he asks bruce for when he can't find any.

bruce asks "what for?" even as he lifts the tin of peppermints from his suit's pocket.

"my mouth suddenly got a weird aftertaste i think i need to start flossing-"

bruce keeps quiet, eyes on the road ahead as he listens to tim dig around the tin and suck on mints to wipe the salty, thick taste of bruce's cum out of his mouth.