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★ Art for: Choke on the Whispers(You Never got to scream) on Ao3 by CastrianAmore.

This is my interpretation of the date chapter btw 🍌

I saw fanart for the chapters and I couldn't hold myself back to make Art for the fic I just finished the fic and I couldn't resist!! I hope you love this @castrian-amore

P.S. I loved your fic so much 🍌

- Sour!

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I love love how this turned out!! Thank you so much!

It’s also so cute and really funny to me that he’s too precious vs literally everything else that happens in this fic fr!! Added to my motivation to work on my next chapter of it!

(For anyone wondering this is specifically from chapter 14!)

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Break Fast and Breath Heavy

Length: 11k | Rating: Explicit -- only because of the one(1) smut scene

Tags: Kon-el/Tim Drake, No capes, racing au, enemies to lovers, They're both menaces and stupid, the smut is not integral to the plot and can be glossed over, Dick and Jason are good siblings, trans Tim Drake

Inspired by the art work of @hazzymayy

Summary:

Tim Drake was Jason Todd's spotter on the race track, until out of the blue he's moved to the team of one Konner Kent. The newest, hottest, upcoming racer. The also biggest person to piss him off. It's a good thing that Kon feels the same way about him, about Tim's stupid strategy plan. About his stupidly perfect hair. They hate each other-- until they don't.

A/N-- The ao3 version has more unique formatting for emails and texts

“I said accelerate into your fucking turn not break!”

There was a perfectly manicured finger pressed into his suited up chest before he could even pull off the helmet completely, a balaclava still over his head keeping his curls contained and skin protected. 

The suit zipped up to his neck just below his Adam’s apple with a Velcro’s strip to keep it together as he undoes it, zipping down the suit for a moment to get some air. 

“It’s a stupid fucking move! If I accelerate too much I’ll flip the god damn car!” Kon stared down towering over the 5’4 man in front of him with crossed arms and a baseball cap. The headset pulled away from his ears and rested closer to the top of his crown. Black hair pulled into a small ponytail and sticking out the back of the hat. His suit was the same as his own with some small differences. 

“Oh please you’re only going 211,”the man rolls his eyes. “This is why you haven’t won anything more than a third place over the last few years.”

“Hey!!”Kon opens his mouth to say more but the man continues. 

“If you wanted to win, maybe you could lose your attitude and sense of superiority. I do not give a shit who your dad is or what awards he’s won. My brother is destroying you in the races right now. Your options are listen to me or get your shit together on your own but either poison I hope you choke on.”he spits and turns on his heel. The man stopped by the door turning around to say one last thing. 

“If you want to complain about results and “risky moves” don’t cry about lost placement. My brother has dropped 5 ranks since I was moved teams. How much of that was the skill and how much of that was the loss of me from their team?” And he’s gone. Kon curls his hands into fists almost growling as he throws his helmet across the room one of the other engineers flinching. He gives them a look of apology and stomps out of his bag towards the small area set up with a few drinks and snacks. 

It should have been no ones surprise that his next call was to Cassie, one of his best friends. 

“He is such a fucking prick!”Kon exclaims downing his water bottle and stripping into normal clothes. He nonetheless hangs everything up in his locker nice and neat. 

The only thing neat about him as he slams the locker closed and rant to her for the next hour as he heads home. 

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Tim was going to kill him if he didn’t listen to him. Another day on the track. Another race lost. Another day stagnant without progress and it was like repeating things to a dumb dog and he was about to strangle the dog as he walks in from preliminaries. 

“You’re too slow,”his arms are crossed. His face is stern. 

“Are you ever going to be fucking cheerful? You’re supposed to guide me on the track not be some little fly in my ear telling me I did everything wrong!”Kon towered over him their height differences never scared him considering how tall the rest of his family was. He didn’t exactly care either. 

“Then stop doing everything wrong,”Tim countered. His words were quick and the urge to shut him up by stealing his helmet was tempting but getting them disqualified was not on the list. 

“What the hell does that mean?” 

“Exactly what I said? Do you need to fix your ears too bitch boy,”Kon took a threatening step closer and Tim didn’t move. Simply staring at him arms crossed. Headset hanging around his neck. “We have had chances to win but you didn’t listen to me and instead we lost.” Tim was absolutely prepared to have to dodge a punch or to get hit something even Jason had done a few times. 

“Boys,”A voice shut them both up from their quarrel. Bruce Wayne. His dad and the sponsor for their team. “Kon you and I will talk later I’m going to speak to my son alone for a second.” He nods politely and Kon backs up huffing as he storms off and Bruce motions Tim to follow. 

“Will you stop being so patronizing to him? I put him on the team because he is good I do not need you scaring him off,”Bruce scolds but there’s no true heat to it. 

“I’m not scaring him off! He isn’t listening to me. How can I do my job if he won’t give me the time of day,”Tim almost frustratingly growls. 

“Jason says you’re one of the meanest people he’s ever had on his receiving end,”Bruce drops monotonously.

“And I’m good at what I do. I call bullshit when I see it!” He’s admittedly a little desperate to defend his actions. 

“He doesn’t respect you Tim, you give him a thing to do but not the why not the reason it won’t kill him,”Bruce offers instead. 

“Prove it to him,”Tim scoffs. “He’s got talent but that’s nothing if he won’t use it!”

“But if you talk down to him like that how will he know he has it to begin with. You can’t just talk to people like that. You’re smart so either figure it out or you’re benched.”

“You-you can’t bench me!”his voice takes a more serious tone than offended. 

“I can and I will,”Bruce crosses his arms. “You need to learn how to talk to people better, Tim.”

“I—“

“Learn or you’re off the team. We’ll move you back to the behind the scenes and we both know you hate being that far from the cars.”

“Planning is nothing against being there amongst them Bruce and you know it—“

“And I only moved you away from it because you asked me too. I can move you back. We both know you’re too smart to not be using that brain. So use it to figure out how to get through to Kon without destroying his spirit.” 

Tim growls and turns around on his feet and begins to stomp off.

Bruce is yelling after him. 

“I’m giving you two weeks to fix your attitude Tim!” He just flips him off without looking back.

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Kon presses the helmet into Tim’s hands. 

“You do it then,”He practically yells out over his bullshit. Over this entire bullshit of Timothy God damn Drake. If he was so high and mighty he could do it himself. Tim looks a little dumbfounded looking at the helmet now in his hands. 

“Fine.” He moves to put the helmet on, handing Kon his headset in return. 

“Fine?!”Kon exclaims with a laugh. “Please. You’re not a racer!”

“Because I don’t like it,”Tim explains as he adjusts the strap and makes sure it’s not dangerously loose as he walks past him back out to the car as he moves to get it. 

“You’re seriously full of yourself,”Kon replies. Whispers echo through the room. Of course he knew it was stupid and dangerous. Goading their bosses son into stepping inside of a dangerous toy untrained but also if he fucking broke the thing it would be way easier to pay for shit. He was the one who actually got in the car. 

And then he drove.

And Kon’s heart skip a beat as he watched the first lap time cycle in. Then another. He heard cursing and complaining from the other inside the vehicle into the mic. Finally he came to a stop unbuckling all the straps and pulling off his helmet hair now damp from some sweat and glistening in the sun as he walked over and shoved the helmet into his hands and Kon found himself speechless. In 30 minutes Tim had beaten his personal best around the tracks. 

“Bite me bitch,”was all he said leaning in far closer than Kon would have thought he might. It was hot. Kon couldn’t even be mad at him as much as the self loathing side of him knew how much better he could have been and how much more he could grow. He wanted to hate Tim for that he did. Tim was gone though within another moment's notice. Leaving Kon reeling.

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Kon had raced this track a million times. He knew if Tim weren’t off galavanting around Europe he would be here harassing him about accelerating halfway into his turn right back to that point where people would flip. It was stupid and he knew it even as he growled engines humming around him. The helmet compressing his skull in a familiar weight. 

The car was familiar. Training was familiar. It was hot and sticky and the suit clung to his skin but fuck he wanted to go fast. He reached the turn and got shits and giggles. He actually did it. He did it and he listened to him. 

He  flew around the corner rolling his eyes focused and narrowed and he does it again following those same techniques, the very thing that Tim yelled at him all the time about. The same techniques used to beat his time around the tracks and Kon  stopped paying attention and he drove because he was angry and afraid that Tim was right and that he wasn’t any good after all. He was a creature of spite and he would destroy Tim if he ever tried to prove himself right again. He hated how right he was all the fucking time. He hated that smug silver spoon ass face. His luscious locks pulled into that stupid little ponytail to get his hair off his neck. Everything about Tim Drake-Wayne pissed him off.</em> 

When he got out of the car pulling off his helmet and all but yanking balaclava off of his head to free his curls that still managed to cling to his forehead like his life depended on it drenched in sweat. He grabbed a water bottle all but on autopilot ignoring the gaping mouthed mechanics. 

“What?”he asks, his eyebrows furrowing. 

“Kon look at your times,”One of them spoke up, handing him the clip board. He almost drops his water bottle. New records. Fastest times he’s ever done. Not by much. Only by a few  seconds but those few seconds meant everything. A new record was still an improvement. Maybe he should hate Tim more because he was right and Kon would have to swallow his pride and admit it to him that he was right. Nope.

Admitting Tim was right was the last thing he would do. That’s literally why he only tried it after</em> Tim went on his vacation. 

He would not admit Tim Drake was right…. Even if he actually was

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Kon had forgotten his cash in his locker. With ease making his way back into the facility after hours. It was weird walking through the halls with no one around and he only had a set of keys because he’d been driving with them for so long and they trusted him and his urge to run simulation laps without actively breaking anything. 

When he walked towards where he knew his belongings would be he stopped and back tracked. Beastie Boys blared past the door. Not super loud but not by any meant quiet as he saw a light underneath to where he knew they kept the cars. The infamous garage with their fancy simulations and tests. He hesitated knowing he should just get what he came back for and leave but things were never that easy for him. Never. 

So he walked into the garage to see legs peaking out from underneath the car and not just any of the cars,his car. He wanted to imidiately be on the defensive because who the fuck was modifying his car after—

He gets his answer as they slide out from underneath. Grease smeared across his cheek and familiar hair pulled back behind his head. The familiar jumpsuit tied down around his waist and a lean black tank sat underneath following the curves of his body. 

“Didn’t know you were back from Vacay,”Kon comments, almost yelling over the music. Tim rolls his eyes and moves to stand up grabbing a remote to turn it down. 

“Just got back,”he replies with a shrug. 

“Thought you were going to be gone for another few days,”Kon continued, like a stupid person.

“Yeah well life happens so here I am,"His voice is almost monotonous. Exhaustion worked through every part of his body, tense and demanding thought. He was avoiding something even Kon wasn’t the best at reading people but he could see that. Tim was stressed and here he was working to get his mind off of it. Funny how Kon had to admit he’d be doing the same thing. 

“What are you working on,”He changed the direction of the conversation, hanging his keys on the coat rack by the door to the garage to make his way completely in and letting the door shut behind him. 

“Adjustig some small things on your car. I had some ideas on how to better adapt it to your style of driving,”Tim shrugs. “Small things nothing major.” Tim was already closing the hood and Kon moves to lean on it next to him tilting his head cockily to the side looking Tim up and down. 

“Well it’s my car so I’d like to know,”he replies. 

“Here I was starting to enjoy the conversation with you,”Tim replies sarcastically. “You’ll find out when you drive it.”

“Jesus what’s got your panties in a twist,”Kon replies. “Know you don’t like me but shit.”

“I don’t—“Tim stops himself before biting back. “I don’t have my panties in a twist and I don’t hate you either. I just think you’re stupid. Those aren’t the same thing.” Kon laughs. 

“Really? That’s what you think of me? That what? I’m some dumb as rocks driver with no common sense?”

“If the shoe fits,”They’re almost in each others space and the air is tense around them. Tim caves first eyes darting from Kon’s eyes to his lips and Kon moves closer to his space looking down at him. 

“And what if it doesn’t?”His words hold bite but they’re quiet. No need to yell when the person he’s arguing with is almost flush against his chest staring up at him with anger and something else. Something Kon can’t quite put his finger on. “You mouth off too much for some strategist know-it-all.”

“You’re cocky for someone who’s never won a mainstream race before,”he counters. 

“Don’t have to be a winner to know the things I’m good at.” 

“Like losing?”

“God will you shut the fuck up!”Kon growls out.

“It’s my job to talk sense into you.”

“Then it must be my job to shut you up—“

Kon doesn’t even know why he does it but the second Tim opens his mouth for some smart ass remark he kisses him. Needy and feral. All teeth and tongue and no class. Hands wrapping around his waist pulling them flush against each other and hands finding hair. He fucking hates him. 

“Fuck you,”Tim all but growls out as Kon goes for kissing along his jaw and his neck targeting a spot behind his ear causing him to moan.

“I will if you let me. Finally shut you up and keep you quiet for a bit,”He responds biting hard down at the crevice between the other’s neck and shoulder along the tender line of lean muscle and the pleasure groan that escapes his lips makes Kon feel ravenous for a hunger he didn’t know he had. 

“What don’t like that I’m—“Kon bites down again sucking on the skin with intent to leave as many marks over his bitch as he could, and he gets a whine escaping Tim’s mouth and Kon smirks devilishly sneaking back up to his ear. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?”He practically purrs out kissing at his neck again having switched to the opposite side.

“I said you must not like that I’m—“He does it again but this time on the opposite side. Eliciting another moan from his lips. “Right.” He finally finishes sounding out of breath and Kon lets his hands wander to his ass, feeling him up as he leaves a trail of marks down his neck. The other even tilted his head back a little as he moved to suck on his Adam’s apple. 

“Looks like I’m real good at getting you to shut your mouth for a second, maybe I should do some more with that pretty never ending mouth of yours,”He moves his hands to Tim’s shoulders and presses down forcing him to his knees 

“You fucking—“

“No I’ll be the one doing the fucking,”Kon corrects undoing his belt with one hand as the other tries to steady himself before Kon all but presses his thumb past his lips and yanks his jaw down. The other lets out a gasp as it doesn’t take long for Kon to finagle his cock out stroking it languidly a few times. A small groan of pleasure escapes his lips. The other tries to say something else but Kon presses his head closer to his crotch. Kon’s not exactly the biggest length in the world but he’s got girth and oh boy does he want Tim’s lips around his cock almost as badly as he wants him to stop talking. Two birds, one dick. Easy as pie. Tim grips him by the back of his thighs to hold himself as Kon presses himself into Tim’s mouth moaning at the feeling of lips wrapping around it. Tim’s tongue licking around the slit. He hollows out his cheeks and sucks and fucking hell—

Kon was trying to be some sort of nice but fuck it. This was as close to hate fucking as it could be and gripped the others ponytail causing a sound of pain but Kon didn’t care and Tim made no noise or motion of discontent with what was happening. Kon had never been more thankful for whatever reason but Tim didn’t have a gag reflex. Oh fuck Kon was going to have fun with this. He sets a pace chasing his own relief and pleasure into his mouth the other gripping as him desperately as he holds him still with both his hands thrusting desperately. Pleasure building in his stomach until he can feel it reaching peak shoving himself all the way inside as he knows thick ropes of come spew into the others throat and he slowly pulling out stroking the rest of his orgasm out of him with a smirk seeing the other struggle to swallow all of some lingering on his lips as he pants trying to catch his breath. 

“Boo-“a deep breath as he wipes his mouth. “Hoo you face fucked me. I don’t shut up that easily.” And of course he’s egging Kon on. God Kon wanted to just bare back him. Push him over the car and fuck him until he was thoughroughly incoherent and begging Kon to give him some sort of reprieve. Kon tucks himself away and Kon reaches down and grabs the other by the collar of his tank and yanks him up. 

“Hey what the fuc-“He is silenced as Kon’s many skills come into place. Pulling the tank over his head and twisting it tightly keeping his hands under Kon’s tight control as he’s pushed down against the car. Kon tries to lessen the impact a little but something tells him the other will like the pain. He stops for a moment noticing the small nipples and just below them the scars. Tim was trans. Not that he cared. He was lean muscle shifting underneath his gaze and Kon could only lick his lips realizing what he could do now. 

“What don't you like what you see?”He growls trying to twist his hands from the tank but Kon pressed them firmly against the car even adjusting to twist it tighter in slight retaliation. 

“Oh no,”he laughs breathily. “Quite the contrary, this is just giving me ideas.” There’s a devilish smirk across his face as he holds Tim in place moving so his knee was pressed up against his crotch in between his thighs as he goes for his chest leaving harsh bites and hickies wherever there was skin his free hand messing with his nipples causing more moans to escape the others lips before his lips latched around one. Running his tongue over the sensitive bud and even playfully nipping it causing the others back to arch off the car. 

“If I’d known I could shut you up this way I would have done it forever ago,”He growls moving back to his neck. Letting his hands switch so he could mess with the opposite nipple. 

“If you don’t fucking touch me soon you’re going to have to deal with me complaining about your—“He kisses him hard all but shoving his tongue into the others mouth licking into every space he could drawing the others tongue into his own so he could stuck on it. Only letting it go to bite at his lip rolling it between his teeth and sucking as he pulls away at this point grinding himself against the other having worked himself back up. He reaches down to palm himself through his boxers but he also didn’t plan on giving the other the satisfaction of having him actually take his clothes off. Tim pissed him off too much. He untwists the others hands from above his head but doesn’t let go of his tank top. Pulling away enough to all but yank him up and flip him over ass grinding again his dick for a moment and another groan escapes his own lips. 

“You having fun manhandling me like that?”Tim growls out pushing himself up to look back over at Kon who’s already pulling out his belt. Stealing  his arms out from under him and hearing his breath taken from him as he impacts against the solid metal of the car hood. He wraps his belt around his hands keeping it secure as he binds him. He steps away for a moment grinning as he looks around and grabs a small Allen wrench pressing it into his hands before shoving his own tank top into his mouth.

“Easy now princess,”Kon teases leaning over him hand, slipping down the front of his uniform and reaching his boxers. He finds what he’s looking for as he feels wetness beneath his fingers. Tim’s ears are burning red and he fights the restraints.

“God damn Tim,  so wet for me already. Let go of the wrench if it gets too much.” Look he hated the guy but he still wanted consent because consent was sexy and he was not about to do what he wanted without some sort of acknowledgment. “Good thing you're wet because I have condoms but not lube.” there’s a shit eating grin on his face as he rubs him through his underwear. Finger coating themselves through the fabric. Fuck he was really wet. He rubs at the spot around the clit a stifled moan coming past the gag in his mouth. He goes faster rubbing it through the fabric, the others moans growing steadily louder even as he pushed the fabric of the boxers aside and rubbed his clit between his fingers, the others hips bucking forwards in desperation of the sensation. 

Kon smirks, slipping a finger inside slowly and methodically before it was gone. A desperate whimper escaping his lips as Kon pulls his suit all the way down his underwear with it leaving him open and fuck it was gorgeous. For all of his shit attitude and mouthy ass comments he was really pretty. Gorgeous even sweating and whimpering like this. God Kon almost wished he could get him like this more. How far could he push Tim Drake? How much noise could he elicit from him. He leans against him pushing his legs open wider letting his fingers slip inside of him again. He wasn’t the worst man in  the world. The other deserved to get off at least once if he was chasing his second orgasm of the night. 

Fingers only leaving to rub and tease at his clit continuing his ministrations as the man’s breathing was picking up moans leaving his lips desperately and Kon also wasn’t convinced he swore he saw tears. Sounds spilling from his lips in quick succession like he was begging and well, he hadn’t reached his peak nor dropped the wrench so Kon didn’t let up taking the sounds as motivation. Tim managed to finally spit out the gag hearing it hit the floor. He was breathing heavily looking at him

“Will you stop dicking around and fuck me-ah”Kon curls his fingers inside of him. 

“Sorry, what was that?” 

“Fuck-ah- fuck me you stupid--holyshit--”He was trying to catch his breath but Kon wouldn’t let him continuing to finger him as he used his other hand to pull out his wallet and get the condom out, and the fact he managed to do it one handed, even if his wallet ended up on the ground, was impressive even to him. Using his teeth to open the packing and get it out to pull his cock back out and slip it on. 

“Well since you asked so nicely,”Kon practically purrs out. It doesn’t take long for him to line himself and thrust in a deep groan escaping his own lips. He tries to go slow and rubs circles into the others hips where his hands are resting but fuck he feels so good. He doesn’t get very far before the other presses back against him and Kon gets the fucking hint. He moves setting a quick and fast pace. The sound of skin slapping on skin filling the garage. A need for fulfilling his desires overwhelming his senses. His thrusts became more erratic as he chased it. Fuck he was close. His grip on the others hips only tightening even more as he continued. 

He didn’t even think about what they would do and how they would deal with this little fucking escapade but that was future Kon to deal with because this Kon was desperate to blow his load, and good lord was he close to doing that. It didn’t even take that much longer before he came bending over resting some of his weight onto Tim before slowly pulling himself together and pulling out of him. Tying off the condom as he pulled out and tucking himself away and tossing the concom into the nearby trash. Hands undoing the belt gently rubbing at his wrists with the most tenderness he’d shown the man all night. 

And they both moved on. Tim got himself dressed. Kon got his cash and both promptly left the building. Leaving the conversation unfinished. Something told him it wouldn’t be finished for a while. 

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Tim hadn’t intended. For that night to end up the way he was but he can’t say it was unwelcomed. His vacation is cut short by a spiraling fight ending in Bernard confessing he was planning on breaking up with him at the end of it. Citing tim as too “married to his work” and fuck he wanted to just blow off some steam. More than anything it’s hard to not pretend to be heart broken when anger is a much easier task to focus on. So he left. He went back home early with a head full of thoughts and mind too distracted on anything else. 

Then he had his argument with Kon and they slept together, and Tim knows he should tell Kon it was a rebound situation but honestly their little “Not talking about it” arrangement worked just fine for him. They were coworkers first. Kon had been… improving and maybe Tim could admit he’d been a little proud of him. He was abrasive to him still but he didn’t even know why suddenly he was so receptive to him. His pussy could not have been that good. 

He was hanging up his uniform putting it in his locker before he shut the door being jumpscared by Kon who was in his signature studded leather jacket with a cropped mesh shirt and leather pants. 

“We’re heading to the pub, you coming?”He asks. It’s genuine too which he almost hates even more. 

“No,”he shuts the locker, sliding the lock back into place moving to leave before a hand grabs his wrist stopping him. “What do you want Kon?” There’s a bite to his voice, a threat even. Today is not the day. Tim is fully aware how in his head he is. 

“What happened to you?”He asks. “One second you won’t shut up and now you’re quiet. If I said anything to make you uncomfortable that night look--” Tim rips his wrist away from him. 

“That night won’t happen again,”he says curtly. Kon almost looks a little hurt before recovering. “But no. You didn’t do anything wrong. I appreciate the concern but my personal life is none of your business.” 

“Great, even more reason for you to come with us to the pub and drink your sorrows away.” Tim rolls his eyes. 

“Sorry, no.” He walks off. 

“Can’t hide forever from your problems Drake,”Kon calls out after him. Tim holds onto his bag tighter, he can’t acknowledge him. He still ends up drinking, but that drinking finds himself drunkenly calling Jason and the man having to come pick him off the floor of his apartment. 

“I’m n’t dr’nk,”Tim slurs. Jason drank a little tonight too but not nearly as much as Tim. 

“Sure you aren't baby bird,”The man holds back his hair as he pukes into the toilet, rolling his eyes. “What’s gotten you down this bad. You don’t drink. I knew you came back from vacation in a sour mood but you haven’t really talked to any of us about it.” 

“Barnard broke up with m’,”he grumbled. “Sa’d I w’s too--too married to m’ work. No I’m not!”He tries to sit up and defends himself only to have a wave of dizziness hit him and it sends another round of him gripping the sides of the toilet. “A’d too closed off.” 

“Now that one I agree with,”Jason scoffs. “I’m sorry Tim and I doubt you’re going to remember this but just in case. You know we’re here for you right?” Tim's head was fuzzy. 

“Y’ah! Love you jay,”he mumbled. “Best big brother ev’r, b’t I’m fine. I am coping just-just fine!”

“Uh huh,”Jason’s fingers comb through his hair. “Sure you are Timmy. C’mon let’s get you up.”Arms man handle him up and Tim knows Jason is mostly carrying him to the couch giving him a bowl and a blanket with a glass of water off to the side and some medicine. He starts to dose not long after that. 

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Kon is not concerned. Not at all. Nope. He fucking hates Tim. 

First he was on vacay and then he was back for about  a total of 3 weeks and now he’s gone again. No one will even tell him why and that’s what leads him to Jason because he realizes he does not have Tim’s phone number or literally any way to contact him. Jason must have finished for the day when Kon catches him. He leans against the door frame waiting patiently. 

“Need something Kon?”He asks, walking past motioning him to follow. 

“What’s going on with Tim?”His arms are crossed and he’s supposed to be the joyful one between him and Tim yet here he is all broody and shit. He hates him. 

“He didn’t text you?”Jason asks, stopping mid step. 

“I don’t even have his number?”Kon's eyebrows furrowed. Jason rubs the spot in between his eyes for a second. 

“Jesus christ, I hate that kids' communication issues. His fucking appendix burst,”Jason explains plainly. “Out of nowhere too. He’s fine by the way but just resting. He’ll be back soon.” Kon’s eyes widened looking at him. 

“What the fuck man--”he breathes out. 

“Yeah shit, sorry you had to find out this way. Little shit doesn’t even think of others when shit like this happens. I only found out because Bruce is the one they called when he collapsed in the doctor’s office for his abdominal pain.”Jason stops and pulls out his phone, handing it to him for a second. “Here’s his number. Lord knows he’s probably losing his god damn mind being stuck in a bed. I'm sure he’d enjoy some company.” Kon was entering the number into his own phone, stopping mid type. 

“Oh we’re not--”Kon quickly speaks before finishing typing. 

“Yeah sure you aren’t,”he scoffs with a roll of his eyes taking his phone back. He turns on his heel and continues to walk off without giving so much as a goodbye. They were definitely siblings, that's for sure. He can’t help the concerned text messages to Tim, really.

Kon: What the fuck? Your god damn appendix burst and you can’t even bother to let me know you’re alright? Some fucking Spotter you are

Tim: Thank you for the well wishes Konner Kent

Kon: You’re welcome, anytime 

Tim: I was fine, I am fine. I’ll be back soon. I don't need to feign care. 

Kon: Feign care? The fuck? Don’t have to like you doesn’t mean I wish you Ill will you idiot

Tim: I’m not an idiot first off 

Kon: Doesn’t matter, thinking I’d wish you ill will means you’re an idiot 💅

Tim: You fucking POS, just keep your times down and follow my past advice and you’ll be fine until I get back unless you can finally admit you miss hearing me in your ear all the time 🤨

Kon: No comment 

Tim: That’s what I thought bitch

Kon:  I’m not a bitch 

Tim: mmmm from how much you complain?

Kon: No comment, you finally going to come out for drinks when you get back?

Tim: Maybe 🤷

Kon: No maybe you’re coming out for drinks

Tim: Just one 

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Tim’s return was celebratory. Kon had in fact dragged him out to drink and event if Tim only had one he couldn’t deny the warmth in his chest at the smiles his team wore. Were they all like this genuinely all the time? Had Tim missed this during his endless hours berating Kon. Kon was improving, finally listening to him and taking his advice and guidance as more than just some bullshit excuse. He didn’t even know when his hatred of the man died down. Tim wasn’t even talkative today. First day back after so long and his body ached. Dull and slow and the heat had admittedly gotten to him. Bruce had been up his ass all week about taking care of himself and not rushing back to work but if Tim had been honest he was going to die of boredom at his house he needed to be with the team and at the race track anything less would never keep his attention. 

“You’re quiet,”Kon comments, sliding into the spot right next to him at the bar. The others were at the table but the bar was right next to it. Tim merely nods nursing his beer. 

“Just tired,”He shrugs. 

“Welcome back.”

“You’ve said that a dozen times Kon,”Tim rolls his eyes at the other. 

“Yeah yeah,”Kon waves him off. He watches Kon lick his lips for a moment.“Sorry I was such an asshat before.” The words catch him off guard. Tim doesn’t know how to react to him apologizing for something Tim hadn’t been that helpful with. 

“I was also a dick, no apology needed,”He shrugged a little. “Glad to see you finally on the up and up.” Tim can’t help the small smirk that finds his face thinning about it. Kon playfully pushes him in his seat lightly. 

“Why aren’t you a racer? You destroyed my times in one go and then took the helmet off like it was nothing?”Kon then asks and Tim shifts in his seat.

“My whole life I’ve been held to this standard that I was going to be a racer. I don’t want that. I never did. Racing never— never felt like home to me. Being behind my brothers never felt good. Mocked for wanting to be like them but never better? Never on equal footing? Dick is literally married to the Fastest man alive. Won several titles himself before retiring. Jason is insane, pulls off risky moves all the time and tastes victory because of it. Shit, Damian is wanting to get into the family business as well.”Tim shrugs. “I was progressing but not enough so I studied other things. Started looking at the data reading up on the strategies. Helped Bruce with Wayne Enterprises stuff for a little before getting back into the game as a spotter and strategist. Damn good one. Helped Jason win even more, the only person who could pull off the riskiest maneuvers like he was breathing—“

“Aw thanks,”Kon teases and Tim rolls his eyes. 

“You’re not like Jason who was raised on spite and anger though,”Tim defended. “You don’t need to take the risks to top your natural affinity and talent for racing.” Tim looks at him so genuinely and sees Kon’s ears turn red, a blush coming to his cheeks as he stutters over himself. Tim preens quietly at getting that reaction out of him. “I should head out though. Speaking of Jason he frequents here and would rat me out in a heartbeat if he thought I wasn’t resting enough and unlike Bruce he will call Dick.” 

“Yeah okay,”The other seemed so dumbfounded as Tim waved the bartender down to pay for his single drink but Kon stopped him anyway and paid for it himself, slipping the bartender his card when he looked away for a split second to grab his wallet. He thanks them and says good bye and walks out. Stopping on the sidewalk only as he feels a gentle hand grab at his wrist. 

“Are you going to come out drinking again with us?”Kon asks.

“Maybe.”

“Is that the only answer you’ll ever give?” Tim winks. 

“Maybe.” And turns around to head for his car. 

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Kon doesn’t know if he could pinpoint the way his relationship with Tim Drake eased as the season went along. Malice turning to annoyance turning to mild reactions. They still bickered but it held the anger it once did for him. Some care, maybe even slipping past his voice. He managed to get Tim to come out sometimes. Once a week maybe? 

Kon felt himself wanting to push himself more under Tim’s sterile gaze and the more he finally got to talk to Tim the more he understood. Why he never started racing. Why he found the love of the strategy. Tim Drake slowly became less of a mystery figure assigned to his team with a spotless record and countless wins. He became more than the angry cold spotter with strategies to out maneuver anyone in the league. 

He and Tim still argued but it was most akin to that of old friends but he doubted their team saw it that way. The slow building friendship guided by their past hate and late nights he found himself texting Tim to check up on him. Making sure he was okay. The other doing the same for him. It was important to him that Tim felt comfortable with him. It was crazy watching how he started this season in such a bad spot but as it progressed he genuinely started getting better and better. Tim’s guidance pushed him to the limits of what he could handle but shit he was good. Really good at what he did and their dynamic on the tracks mixed with Kon’s good reaction time to Tim’s last second opening advice worked well with each other. He even made it to third place in a race. Their first podium!

Maybe it was seeing how he smiled from his spot by the crew as they lifted him up in celebration at their win. The way he pulled down his hair when they went to the bar more often than not now just the two of them by themselves but he wished the other could celebrate with him. 

Late nights spent on phone calls. Celebrations where Kon almost wanted to kiss him. More than that hate fucking he did long ago now he wanted to show Tim everything. How much he meant. He didn’t know if he could pinpoint when it changed from enemies to friendship…

He only realized it’d gotten that far after a late night of drinking and Tim’s lips looked plump and red in the lighting in the club. His pants showing off the curve of his ass. His shirt unbuttoned halfway down his scars on tantalizing display. Kon wants nothing more than to shove him against a wall and kiss him until they’re both left breathless and heaving in ragged breaths. He wants to see Tim’s growing long hair spread across his bed sheets like a halo and grab it roughly as he fucks him. He genuinely wants him.

Kon barely registers someone grabbing at Tim’s hips, almost grinding against him. They were in fact at a gay club and he knew that. The other clubs had been too packed and obviously they did not give in to the whole toxically straight man-child racer archetype so here they were. Tim stepped away, his facial expression saying it all. 

“Ew, absolutely not, I’m not that drunk,”He pushes the man away and goes back to dancing and when Kon gives him a look he brushes him off. Kon felt a thrill of possessiveness hit him, putting himself between the man and Tim as they continued. Sweat and bodies pressed against each other. Kon isn’t exactly a man easily objectified. He’s 6’4 and muscular. Long days spent in a car racing around a track going faster than most could comprehend made the physical requirements for him aggressive and demanding. Kon needed to be in shape, yet feeling the same guy instead turn to grab at him  grinding against his ass almost made him turn around and deck him. A feeling of uncomfortableness running down his spine. 

He didn’t get the chance to do anything before Tim had inserted himself between them and got into the motherfuckers face. Right close and personal. 

‘Will you leave us the fuck alone?!?!”He yelled. “You do not touch somebody without permission and unless you want to meet my fist and the anger of someone half your height-- fuck off. Leave us alone.” A bouncer was already stepping towards them and the guy put his hands up defensively. 

“I’m sorry his ass was just right there and-- he’s such a beefcake of a man I was sure he wouldn’t mind--”

“And so now you get to objectify him?” Kon stares dumbfounded at Tim. Feisty on and off the track. He hadn’t expected him to go quite so far. “Get the fuck out of here and sober up!” Security was already moving to escort the guy out. Tim turned around to him. 

“You okay?”he asks, his voice softer. 

“Yeah,”Kon nods, both dumbfounded from the encounter and Tim’s quick response and both still uncomfortable for the first time in his life at the amount of eyes on him. Tim was already grabbing his hand and dragging him outside to the smoke area for some air and honestly, Kon felt he needed it even as Tim grabbed at his hands calmly squeezing them giving a gentle smile. Lip gloss reflecting off the bad outdoor lighting with moths fluttering around the lights.  And there in the silence Tim walked him through his first ever panic attack. Gentle and comforting and Kon and never let go of his hand the rest of the night. 

He also realized how fucked he was. 

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Tim pushes Kon backwards. 

“Irresponsible and stupid! You could have seriously gotten hurt!”Tim yells at him. They should be celebrating and he knows that but he saw the video. Kon should have flipped. He should have slid and flipped all because Kon accelerated too much too fast and it was stupid. A move that barely had him winning but it was >em>dangerous</em> and maybe that bit of Danger has pushed what feelings he was currently ignoring because the only thought in his head was that Kon should have died. 

“So? I won? Why are you so upset at me?!”Kon exclaims but Tim’s already turned on his heel and stalked off trying not to have to explain himself in front of their entire pit crew. If Kon wanted to know he could fucking follow him. 

When they get behind closed doors Kon lets it shut behind him.

“I need to get out there Tim so whatever you want to be mad at me about it needs to—“ 

Tim is kissing him. Hard and fast and desperate and full of emotion far from the hate they once shared and more along the lines of concern and thankfulness that Kon hadn’t flipped in the car and that he was safe. He didn’t even respond other than pushing Tim against the door and kissing him harder. Tim’s breath leaving him and a small whimper escaped his throat, 

“I-I thought it was going to flip,”he all but choked out. “With you in it and then I’d fucking loose you before I got to—“

“Before you got to what?” Kon’s voice was quiet and soothing and he kissed from the corner of his mouth to his jaw all light and caring and Tim should have hated it. 

“Before—“Fuck why was Tim’s mind going against him now. “Before I got to confess my feelings.” Kon takes a sharp breath. 

“What—“ Tim’s anxiety set in. He pushes him away already trying to leave him be. 

“Sorry I know it was stupid, is stupid. There’s no reason for you not to hate me or-or put up with my weird behavior. Or my concern about you. I just thought there for a split moment that you might and I was worried,”he was babbling walking away knowing someone would come get them soon anyways for trophies but Kon grabs him by his wrist all but yanking him back and pulling their boxes flush against each other and he kisses Tim, hard.

“Something something shut the fuck up,”He whispers against his lips but unlike last time being a command this time was a promise.Tim’s breathing heavily, did this mean— “of course I like you back you idiot.”

There’s a knock on the door startling the both of them.

“Will you two idiots stop fucking yelling at each other and actually celebrate for once fuck they need you out here,”Jason all but growls. “I am not getting on that podium without the first place up there.” Then they hear heavy footsteps and more cheering and Tim and Kon laugh looking at each other Kon resting their foreheads against each other for a moment before Kon inevitably pulls away first. 

“Let’s celebrate Tim, we’ll talk about this later, yeah?” Tim nods. 

They barely make it inside of Kon’s hotel room. Lips and teeth. Heated desperation for redemption. This time they would make love and not just hate fuck each other. This time he could take his time admiring the curves of Kon’s body and how he shifted underneath his touch and fuck Tim had been thinking about it for so long. Nights spent touching himself and trying to reach the same climax he did that night as he had turned his vibrator on high and tried his best to think about anybody but Kon but that had failed.

And Kon worked him apart with such fervor. 

Ending up curled around him by the end of the night to finally have the best sleep of his life.

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Kon knew something was up. They’d been together 5 months and the racing season was over and so thus the small break and off season began. Kon had taken Tim to Mexico and they’d spent their mutual break enjoying beaches and Kon making Tim translate everything for him. Yet, the way Tim moved around Kon’s part like he was scared avoidant, something was going on. 

So when he came home to find Tim sitting on his couch anxiously tapping his foot over and over again he couldn’t say he was surprised. 

“Can we talk?”he asks hesitantly. Kon sets his keys in the dish and moves to take off his jacket. 

“Yeah, of course,”he nods, moving to sit down. “What’s up?” 

“This has nothing to do with our relationship, by the way I just feel to get that up front. I care about you and nothing about this has anything to do with you,”he prefaces and honestly that only fuels the anxiety building in his chest at this conversation sprung on him at the last minute. 

“Okay, but--”

“But this decision can and will affect you so--”Tim takes a deep breath and opens his phone to his email. He hands over the phone and Kon takes it reading it. 

“Dear Mr. Timothy Drake-Wayne, 

It has been brought to our attention about your exemplary work on and off the track as the spotter and strategist for the Wayne Enterprises racing teams. We understand you might have familial loyalty, but hope you might consider taking a position on Team Flash. 

We are in need of a spotter after the retirement of our past one and would like to hire someone with some of the similar most exemplary work. 

We look forward to hearing from you soon.

Barry Allen”

“Holy shit,”Kon breathes out. “Oh my god Tim this is so exciting and such an amazing opportunity for you and--” Kon stops himself. Oh. Tim would be leaving his team. 

“Yeah,”he starts. “It’s an amazing opportunity. Once in a lifetime to work for ”The Flash” and his entire over the top team. It’s incredible and exciting and-- and I want to take it.” Kon nods slowly his mood settling around them. He wanted to be happy about it. Happy that Tim was being recognized for his work but that imposter syndrome that he wasn’t enough for Tim hit him hard in that moment. He wasn’t the best racer and he knew that but he was getting better! Thanks to Tim’s hard work. He didn’t want to think of who would replace him. 

He wasn’t good enough. 

“You’re not--”Tim starts his mood deflating. “You’re not happy about it?”

“No that’s not it,”Kon’s trying to calm himself reaching for Tim’s hands. “Just my own insecurities at work.” 

“You don’t want me to take it?”Tim rephrases and Kon nods. 

“It’s selfish and stupid but I’ve only gotten so far this seasons because of you and now it feels like-- like I’m not enough. That you want something more, and that’s fair and I get that. It just stings I guess because I always knew I was never going to be enough for such an amazing person like you.” 

“I’m not breaking up with you or anything, We can still see each other on the races. I might have to move closer to their own base of operations close to Central City but that’s not-- I’m not breaking up with you. You know that right?” 

“I know, I know. It’s stupid. I’m stupid for even thinking about it but just--” Kon hesitates. “I want you all to myself. In every single way possible. I want you to be my partner. I want you to be the only one in my bed. The only one I listen to on that radio. The only one who pisses me off in that uniquely Tim way.” 

His next words set Kon off and he hates that it causes the sort of reaction it does. 

“And if you couldn’t?” Kon didn’t want to think about it, eyes burrowing into Tim with dumbfoundedness. 

“Do you not want me to?” Maybe there was more bite in his words than he meant as he handed the phone back to him. He ignores the panic beginning to claw its way up his throat.  

“That’s-that’s not what I meant!”

“Then how did you mean it?”

“Stop trying to put words in my mouth Kon! How would you actually deal with the long-distance situation? I’m doing this. This is me telling you I’m doing this and I’m not trying to ask your permission.” 

“You don’t need my permission!”Kon scrambled for footing-- for anything. 

“It sure as hell sounded like I did!” 

“I don’t know how I’d deal with the long distance situation but you can’t even let me mourn the fact that the second I start actually making progress it’s going to get fucking ripped away from me?!”

“And so I should hold myself back?” 

“Yes both our careers were doing just fine wait-- NO! No--no I did not mean it like that!”Tim is already standing up by this point in his anger trying to gather himself. 

“I cannot believe--”

“Tim, wait!”Kon calls as Tim is already slipping on his jacket. 

‘Can’t even be happy for me Kon!”He whips around. “You’re just thinking about yourself! You always just think about yourself! Cocky self-inflated ego who can’t handle rejection! You really would want me to just keep myself content here? Not push myself?” 

“Tim please.” 

“Handle this-- we’re over. I’m moving to central,”Tim is already turning to leave and Kon is desperate.

“Tim, wait-- Tim! TIM!” The door slams shut behind him. Kon collapses on himself in his living room. Breathing coming out in strangled broken sobs as he cries and cries. There came that panic, when did things start affecting him this badly? Or was it that Tim finally made him feel comfortable to acknowledge the fact that he had never been okay from the get go?

They didn’t talk. Tim didn’t-- not to him. Even as the new season started and Kon was forced to pass him at meetings and parties, they never said passing words. Kon pushed himself even harder. He forced himself to get better. He wanted Tim back on his team even just as a friend, and maybe a part of himself knew if he didn’t prove he could be fine without him then it would all be for naught. 

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Tim had never caught a flight faster in his life. Breathing heavily, disheveled and overall a fucking disaster. 

“I’m here to see Konner Kent?”He asks. “I’m-uh-- Timothy Drake-Wayne his emergency contact?”

“Mr. Drake, good to see you. He is stable and can’t accept visitors right now due to his state but I can take you back to see him through the window.”The nurse offers and he nods very intently. 

‘Yes please thank you.” Tim didn’t know why Kon never removed him as his emergency contact. It was ridiculous that he would leave him there considering their stupid interactions as of late. Tim had been avoiding his feelings. Overworking himself as compensation for his unacceptable actions and how he acted towards Kon. He was used to getting hurt. He cut things off before he had actually been ready. He had been so scared at that moment that Kon would draw things out. It was the fear that he would be forced to be under somebody’s thumb mixed with the fear that he would leave Tim high and dry and alone. Tim could be alone… he just also needed to be the one in control of those circumstances of being alone. 

Kon had been stupid. Stupid risky move. A move that caused his car to flip and roll. Dragging his unconscious body from the car. He’d been forced to watch it at some point between the phone call and now. Seeing it in passing on the news at the airport. He stares as they get to the window. Fear thrumming through him seeing the intubation tube down his throat made him want to scream and cry. He felt nauseous thinking about losing Kon before he got to apologize. Before he got to say how much he missed him and how much they should have done things differently. 

He was wearing all his protective gear because if he keeps telling himself that it was the thing that kept Kon alive he wouldn’t feel so guilty about leaving him with another spotter. He stays at that window a long time staring. Tears quietly slipped down his face as he struggled with his composure. He didn’t even know when they had started to fall he just knew that he was feeling a lot of regret and that was a hard thing to come to terms with. 

“Been a long time,”a large body came into his peripheral vision. Tim looks over to see Clark. He shouldn’t have been surprised, they were family, adopted brothers and the one Kon had looked up to more than anyone. 

“Yeah…”Tim whispers. “I didn’t mean for our relationship to get so strained.” 

“It’s okay we all have regrets… he’s going to be okay though, it’s important to me that you know that,”he whispers gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Why do you always have to almost lose someone for it to finally register just how much they mean to you…”Tim asks to the air quietly, just maybe, he hopes Clark will answer it too. Clark doesn’t. He stands by Tim’s side and they watch the slow rise and fall of Kon’s chest in a wordless comfort to each other. Tim appreciates that more than he knew. 

Kon was able to have the tube out by the next day and was awake the day after that, but Tim couldn’t bring himself to visit normally. Instead opting for off hours able to see him safe and sound even if sleeping. Watching him there knowing he was alive, that was enough for Tim. Seeing his best friends come from the room and Tim would go back to his vigil by his sleeping form as much as he could. Slipping out as soon as he felt the other was waking up. Something he couldn’t even bring himself to confess when Cassie and Bart caught him one day and Tim slipped out refusing to even speak to them in a panic.

Dick had come to the manor and held him more times during those first few days than he had since Tim lost his parents. Dick’s hand running through his hair holding him tightly. 

“What if I had actually lost him-- He would have thought I hated him to the end. How could I have done that?”he cried into Dick’s chest. 

“You shouldn’t have to feel bad about wanting to follow your dreams,” Dick reminds. “But we both also know that so much has happened in your life you can’t help but feel panic if you’re not in control of every situation.”

“I know…”he whispers. 

“I’m guessing that’s why you ended it? Wanting to end it before you got yourself hurt?” Tim could only shakingly nod. Dick gave a heavy sigh but didn’t say anything else even as he ended up dragging Tim into the living room for movies that night. Maybe that was how he ended up in his Gotham apartment eating ramen before Jason burst down his door. How did he unlock the door so quietly?

“Alright bitch boy enough is enough,”Jason had thrown a jacket at him. 

“What?”Tim stutters over himself. 

“We’re going to see Konner Kent,”Jason raises his eyebrows. 

“Uh no the fuck we’re not,”Tim scoffs. 

“Timmmmyyyyyyyyy,”Dick’s voice radiated through the halls and Tim scrambled. 

“You did not--” 

“Oh yes I did,”Jason’s smirking. 

So thus that’s how he ended up being prevented from wallowing by being shoved into the tight backseat of Jason’s mustang. Dick grinning the entire way. Jason knew that it was hard enough for Tim to say no to Dick. 

“I hate you both,”Tim growls, swamped in the sweater Jason had thrown at him. 

“Get better at confronting your feelings and maybe we won’t force you,”Dick practically sang even as they arrived at the hospital. The closer they get to his room the more anxious he gets kind of glad that he has Jason’s sweater over his hands so he can mess with them anxiously. He turns trying to make a break for it but Jason’s standing there crossing his arms. 

“Tim…”Jason scolds. 

“Fine. Fine,”he turns around taking a deep breath. 

“You got this Timmy,”Dick reminds slowly. Tim nods as he makes his way to his door. He gives a knock hesitantly to the open door peaking in. Kon had been alone, apparently scrolling on his phone looking up. It was weird for Tim to see Kon out of uniform and without his piercings. The second he got out of the track he had a tendency to put them in, no questions asked.

“Hey,”Tim starts hesitantly. 

“Oh… hey,”Kon looks almost as shocked as Tim feels. “Thought you were busy with work?” There’s a slight bite to his words but considering how much of an ass he had been to him during their last serious conversation he can’t blame him. Tim had been the one to ignore his calls and texts. 

“I-- I asked for some time off. You forgot to remove me as your emergency contact by the way,”he starts hesitantly. 

“Oh… I uh didn’t-- I knew,”Kon nods along. An awkward silence filled the room. The next time they both go to speak at the same time. 

“You go first,”Kon offers and Tim finally removes himself from the front of the room hesitantly going for the chair next to his bed. He thinks, choosing his next words carefully. 

“I was an asshole to you. You didn’t deserve that,”he first says. ‘You were trying to be understanding. I just freaked. I should have given you time to process the information first before I asked for an ultimatum. I could have returned your phone calls instead of just pushing you out of my life. You didn’t deserve it and I understand if you never want to see me or speak to me and to be frank I don’t deserve it. I’ve been avoiding you because I just care about you so much and the rejection I felt I was scared that that was actually how you felt the entire time. You deserve someone who can actually communicate well and-and--” 

“You’re never going to shut up are you?”Kon’s voice was soft and teasing and he reached over to put a hand on Tim’s sitting on his bed to reach over. “I think it’s safe to say we both fucked up. I should have been more understanding. I should have worded things differently. I was scared that because I had been finally getting somewhere in my career it was all because of you, which, also in turn meant you were also getting somewhere; Getting noticed, and in my fear I felt like without I wasn’t anything. That everything I had worked so hard to achieve would be gone.” 

“Kon--’Tim starts but Kon puts a hand up to shush him. 

“We were both assholes. We both fucked up,”he concludes solidly. “And if you’re open I’d like to start over with that same conversation.” 

“Really?”Tim asks, eyes wide and hopeful. Was Kon really just up for moving on like that. 

“Really,”Kon starts. “I am very happy that you got that job with Wally. It was selfish of me to want to restrain all that talent in that head of yourself. You’re going to do amazing at your new position.” He holds his good hand out and Tim gently takes it squeezing it. 

“And I’m sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I should at least have given you some time to cool your head so we could have had the conversation more civilly. But I do think you should know something…. I’m uh— I’m coming back,”He confesses. 

“But Wally—

“Will be fine without me,”he finishes. “I’m actually just taking a break for a little bit and helping Bruce with the business side of things.” 

“Oh…” Kon looks a little sad. 

“That’s not to say I won’t be your spotter again Kon,”Tim looks down at their hands.  Kon gives him a bright look of hope. Tim smiles and brings his hand to his lips. “ ‘sides you have to be able to get back in the car again.” Kon rolls his eyes. 

“Mmmm yeah fair enough. So, starting over feels like I deserve to give you a proper first date,”Kon smirks. 

“But don’t just go straight for the desert lover boy,”Tim’s smile won’t go away and his cheeks hurt but he can’t even care. 

Even two seasons later Kon wins more. And 3, Kon wins an actual full title championship. Pulling Tim up to the podium and kissing him deep as Tim runs hands through champagne soaked hair with promises of more later. 

And oh boy after dinner and drinks with everyone, there certainly was more later. 

[castrian-amore]

Hey, I'm reading through chapter 35 of biter, had the heart, and im really bad with words but it's been nice reading through it, it's been slow, cause it's a bit heavy and I'm going through some stuff rn, but I'm glad I found it when I did, cause it's been helping me cope and sort through my head and my emotions, I've cried a lot, and I probably shouldn't re-read it for my own wellbeing, but thank you for writing it.

Hope you're doing well and may your life be beautiful

I know this is far past when this person wrote this and even I keep going back to read it but thank you 💚💚💚 I write help me process my own scars in my own way and I always aim to represent stories I never get to read (Chronically ill and accepting your end like that, relationship betrayal, mentor betrayal, etc) .

I’m glad people are able to read them and use them to process their own emotions and journeys. I have a few fanfics I reread a lot in a similar light as well. Ones I go back to every time.

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Happy Dannypocolypse day!

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Jewelry by Freefallcos

Photography by SeanCorbinmedia

Bonus below!(Bunny Danny, My ita bag and just some of my dp merch collection!)

[castrian-amore]

Ok, so I’ve been rewatching a lot of old shows lately, and I wanted to ask, what is your favorite moment from Danny Phantom? Mine is probably either when Danny tricks Vlad into wearing his own Plasmious Maximus or when Danny defeats Nocturne.

Oooooo that’s so hard uhhhh fuck, fav episode is the Ultimate Enemy tbh but I think my fav moment would actually be from the books! (Spoilers below)

There’s a part of the book where Danny struggles with his purpose of being a ghost and what his role is in all of the chaos of Amity park. And when he realizes this purpose it’s a really beautiful moment and I thourghly enjoy it. I think if I had to pick a specific moment from the show it might be when Freakshow has the family captured and the Fenton parents realize what their son has been hiding from them and WHY he kept it from them.

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Timkon kiss for chapter 1 of Just want you to feel something written by my partner @castrian-amore

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Dance Tim for chapter 4 of my partner @castrian-amore’s fic Just want you to feel something

His fit is courtesy of Steph uwu (yes the crop top is Barbie)

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I am still so so obsessed with this drawing. Tysm Amore!

But yes new chapter is posted and will be shared here in a little bit!

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Danny and "Jasons" first meeting in "Choke on the Whispers (You Never Go to Scream)" by @castrian-amore

A mute!Danny fic where superheros are getting attacked by giant dogs and the mysteries surrounding it and Dannys past.

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Ya’ll this is so cute!!!! And the bookshelf is so good. I love the little “read nerd!!!” Sign it’s adorable, I love it! Thank you so much!!!

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Just want you to feel something

Ch 2/? | Word Count: 5125

Trigger Warnings Implied trauma, implied depersonalization

Chapter 2: Savor every moment, even hungover

The phone was ringing and his head was pounding and he felt like at any moment in time his head could just split open. He groaned, reaching to answer his phone. He had already notified the office he wouldn’t be in today. He was the one in charge and never took off days normally anyways, he deserved this. A drunken haze last night and barely any memory of what had transpired filling his brain. Nope. Nothing. 

He puts the phone to his ear after he swipes. 

“Tim Drake speaking,”he answers flawlessly. 

“Oh my god you’re so fucked!”Stephanie’s voice rang over the phone. 

“What are you talking about Steph, and speak quieter please,”He covers his eyes as he turns down the volume on his phone. 

“Ohhohoho you were shitfaced last night weren’t you?” She was giddy. Tim didn’t know what for. 

“Maybe…” 

“Be over in 15 minutes, do not leave your apartment bitch boy,”She threatens cackling on the other end of the phone. 

“Okay sure. Don’t care. Bring me coffee and we’ll call it even.” 

“You paying?”She mused. 

“Yeah sure, I don’t care.” He groans. “Just come in. I do not want to fuck with the doormen right now.” 

“Ha! Yeah, I sure can guess you don’t you Hungover baby.” She is laughing before hanging up the phone. Tim Drake had a lot on his shoulders so what if he got drunk one night? Stephanie was a good friend. Her father wasn’t the best to her and during his younger days of sneaking out to take photos around Gotham they’d become really good friends, even dating for a little while. The dating was a short lived thing realizing that while they both found they were bisexual… they also both had a tendency to leave towards their own genders. It was a fun experience and he was very glad they could remain extremely good friends after it. He still loved her just in a very platonic sense, but even with the mutual past breakup it didn’t stop the occasional tabloid trying to talk up some stupid story about their relationship. 

Especially when Steph joined a dance team and they got really good. Booking gigs with famous artists and producing their own shows and things. Tim was glad she was getting the recognition for her work but it was still concerning nonetheless. Mostly in how the media saw them. The media weren’t exactly the most kind people especially to those in the limelight. Unfortunately for him because he was CEO and a nepo baby of a company most people assumed he was a pompous asshole. He was an asshole but a pompous one? He only was like that to blend into the crowds at the fancy stupid galas and things.

He peeled himself out of bed feeling the upright motions destroy his stomach as he bolts to the bathroom retching over the toilet with a groan. Fuck the cold felt so good. Maybe he had been a little more fucked up than he thought last night. He laid there on the floor for a little bit. Oh there was still definitely alcohol in his system, oh yeah this was gonna suck. He doesn’t know how long he lays there in his boxers on the bathroom floor. He does remember Stephanie is coming over and gets himself off the floor slowly to get himself at least semi-dressed. Wearing a long sleeve cozy sweater with pajama pants and some slippers in the shapes of ducks. He forces himself to take some ibuprofen and tylenol for his killer headache debating on something stronger. He takes his usual medicine he needs for the day and grabs some water figuring he wasn’t that stupid. 

He knew he needed to get something to eat too. He was already opening the app for doordash and figuring he could order steph and him some greasy ass food. She needed the calories for dancing, that was how that worked right? He ordered the food and took a few steps before his body revolted against him and he bolted towards the bathroom retching up again. Fuck man. He sat there for another moment closing the lid as he lay his head on it. He hears the front door open and he really can’t bother himself to get up. 

“Timbers!”Steph’s voice calls out as the smell of coffee drifts from the living room. 

“In here.”He calls out trying to pick himself off the floor, nope, a bad idea. When he finishes emptying the contents of his stomach a third time he gets up giving a small wave to her laughing in the doorway. 

“What the fuck Tim, if you’re gunna go drinking like that, bring someone with you!” She laughs but there was the undertones of her being more serious about what she’s talking about. Tim ignores them. Her hands are empty which means she probably just ditched the coffee in the room over. 

“I’m fine,"he mumbles, going to rinse his mouth out and brush his teeth. 

“Yeah sure you are,”she laughs and pulls out her phone. “Have you been on your phone yet?” 

“Huh? No, why?” She hands over her own phone and Tim takes it. He pauses. Feeling his face pale. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

Plastered on the page was a photo of a very heated kiss between him and another man. That in of itself isn’t the concerning part. Right? Maybe scandalous he was seen with a man but the title? 

“CEO of Drake Enterprises Timothy Drake dating lead singer of YJ?!?” 

Tim wants to cry reading it. The leader of YJ, Young Justice? THE Young Justice. Number one band in the charts for 5 weeks straight for their hit single “You Were a dream?”. Tim admittedly did not recognize the man from the photo but maybe it was the angle or the fact they were both so intimately kissing. Tim had a grip on his shirt and the others hands were resting around his waist pulling them way too close together. 

“This is wrong. They can’t--” 

“They did,”Steph confirms.

“Fuck me,”Tim groans. Well that sobered him up quick as he sat on the toilet seat. Steph rubbing his back a little bit. 

“I know this is awful but also… this is so fucking funny,”Steph can’t help but laugh. “Tim Drake dating a rockstar?!? Gasp! What a crime!” He laughs after her. It was a little funny. 

“Steph, this is serious.”He tries to gain his composure. 

“What did he even do to seduce you like that? You were so obviously shit faced,”she’s laughing again. “Did he-- did he do the whole..” She pauses to dramatically and sensually run a hand through her long blonde hair and bite her lip ‘seductively’. “Did he do that?” She grins.

“Fuck I don’t know Steph. I don’t even remember this happening!”Tim’s face in his hands holding back laughter. 

“Oh so then all he had to do was the whole,”She leans against the wall and she does the douche-iest pose. One hand on the wall the other on her hip. “Sup baby?’ Tim laughs again. 

“Steph, this is serious!”He tries again. 

“And it happened!”She retaliates. “You were drunk! Drunk people do stupid shit all the time!” 

“Drunk people who are not in charge of whole corporations whose sales could collapse under the weight of a bad reputation!” He counters. She kneels in front of him, peeling his hands from his face. 

“Come on. We’re grabbing the coffee and water and getting blankets.We’re gonna have a movie day,”She smirks.”And talk about the problem but like movie day first and foremost.” 

“You wanna mooch off my fancy popcorn,”he retaliates. She mimics a gasp. 

“What? Moi? Never!” She dramatically flips her hair and stalks out the room dragging Tim with her. Tim’s mind is already reeling about what to do. There were so many options. Too many options, none of them good.

“I already ordered us doordash.”He admits as they sit down and Steph moves to drape a blanket sitting on the couch over him grabbing him a glass of water and the coffee. 

“Oh how I wish I could marry you for your money,”She sighs wistfully and Tim snorts. 

“If only. You act like you’re not a famous dancer?” She does a fake gasp. 

“Are you saying I’m rich Mr. Drake?” 

“I’m saying you’re pretty well off as far as careers go.”Tim replies never have been happier to have sipped his coffee borderline moaning at the taste. 

“Yeah well at least I spent my money on fun stuff. You don’t! Your apartment barely looks lived in Tim. It’s white and grey and so fucking boring,”she dramatically drapes herself over him. He barely had time to move his coffee so she didn’t knock it out of his hand. 

Tim wished he could say his place was incredibly personalized but the fact of the matter was that Steph complained about how impersonal it was constantly. She wasn’t wrong? He had some photos of when he was younger blown up and put in frames on the walls but in terms of personality of the house most of it was a sleek modern look with minimal decorations. He did have some color. His bed sheets and accent pieces were a beautiful crimson red and sometimes golden designed pieces. 

“Send me that article,”Tim says, changing the pace again. 

“It’s some desperate new years bullshit Tim, you know that!” 

“But the people don’t Steph! I need to do damage control before—“he cuts himself off panic already threatening at the edge of his voice and she goes quiet. Lips pursed quietly. 

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” She crosses her arms almost pouting. Not exactly pouting. Tim knew that look. He knew she was hiding a simmering anger underneath her cross expression. If it wasn’t her mutual respect for Tim then she would have long ago betrayed his trust and done something about it. They were two peas in a pod. Tim had to make his parents proud after all and a scandal would do him no good when his parents returned for a late holiday with him at their manor. He went out of the city quite frequently to see them. Tim lived in New York and they lived in Gotham. It wasn’t a great drive but since he didn’t have to make the drive himself it made things a little easier. 

“CEO of Drake Enterprises Timothy Drake dating lead singer of YJ?!?”  By Vicki Vale “Last night as the New Year’s parties raged it seems other things were happening as well. The current co-head of Drake Enterprises was seen in his current resident city of New York attending a party hosted by the infamous Lex Luthor. Our own Gotham born Timothy Jackson Drake has been the most eligible bachelor for quite some time now only rivaled by Bruce Wayne’s son Richard Greyson, and Bruce himself,  is it time for Timothy to finally be entering the dating pool yet again?  The photo shows Kon, head of the band Young Justice(also known more commonly as YJ), engaging Tim in a fiery kiss on the balcony of the establishment just as the ball dropped. So are the two of them in an established relationship? Or are the two simply reaching for the nearest scandal to push their mutual careers into further spotlight?  Neither have come out with a comment yet, but we expect a statement soon. So how do you feel Gothamites? Are you here for Tim getting into a relationship with the lead singer of a rock band? Or do you think this is a scandal waiting to happen?”

The photo is painfully good quality. He hates it. They look good, but he hates it. He also knows it’s likely not the only one. The only reason he was at that party was because of Lex Luthor and his stupid insistence on getting Tim to work for him. Hence the invitation to one of the most exclusive high society events. An event filled with too many drugs, too much alcohol and lots of sex and rock n roll. There were other bands there too, Tim was just one to prefer rock over any other genre of music. He occasionally went to shows but mostly not. Too many chances for things to go awry. Tim admittedly did not like to get drunk that often, mostly because he refuses to become as bad as his father. Not to say his family was bad at all but their relationship was a rather formal one. He didn’t mind that much, rather focusing on work anyways. They always were understanding of his love of his work. 

Either way, he needed to get a hold of this scandal before things got too out of hand. He looks at his phone seeing a text from the head of his PR team. Normally Tim did all his PR but he did pay one of the girls in HR who also had a degree in it to double check his methods and help make sure he was on top of staying relevant for the company, magazines, interviews, etc. Madi was a sweet girl and he was glad he could give her extra cash for it. It was an official part of her duties. She was considered part time HR and part time PR. His parents paid for a whole PR team for the company as a whole but as he was the head and wanted their influence on his image to be a bit more limited he paid her out of his own pocket rather than the companies. He felt bad trying to use money that could be given back to the employees just to make himself look good. 

Madi 

You realize how bad this is going to look right?

Tim

I know please do not remind me. I’ve seen it. 

… 

Any ideas?

Madi

Damage control and reaching out to his PR person. See if they’ve reached out to you, but I’ll do the same on my end. We gotta get a wrap on this quick Mr. Drake.

Tim

For the millionth time please call me Tim, I swear Madi. 

Madi

You still hungover?

Tim

The news helped sober me up but Stephanie is over here helping me out

Madi

Good, don’t go outside. Most of the paparazzi are pricks and while they might not have a true interest in you as a CEO they do have an interest in you giving them a story on you and Kon.

Tim

Yeah Steph mentioned me staying inside. I ordered doordash so neither of us have to go out. Maybe I should just go and work from home for a few days.

Madi

Not a bad idea. I would stay relatively close though, Kon likely will be in town for a bit longer especially if he’s also interested in fixing this PR disaster.

Tim

I was about to say it’s not that bad… but yes it is

Madi

Honestly, it’s less bad for him than it is for you. You’re young but you’re highly respected. I don’t want you losing the bare respect you forced out the other higher ups. Just because the younger ones like you, we both know those board members are vying to get you out and get you father back.

Tim

Tell me about it. The shit I get from the board and the shareholders is insane. 

Madi

Anyways, keep an eye on your email. I’ll get a plan together and send it to you

Tim

You’re the best Mads

Madi

I know

“Madi have any idea yet?”Steph is peaking over his shoulder. 

“She just says to keep an eye on my email because since she’s not incredibly publicly my PR person they’re more likely to reach out to me directly,”He groans as he turns and flops his head on her lap. 

“Steph I have never been more thankful to have planned to be at that Pride event a while ago,”He mumbles. “Or else this would be so much worse.” She snorts, running her hands through his hair. 

“Oh yeah it would be so so much worse if you weren’t already toeing that fine line of being gay but also not!” She teased with a little malice in her voice, but the malice was obviously not directed at him. More than likely aimed at the other board members who would not-so-discreetly sling slurs and other words in his direction under their breath. Tim was smart though, he liked to think at the very least he was. He tried his best to make everyone happy and the board members could hardly be upset with him over the last few years TIm had been in charge. He was sure they were upset because of how young Tim was and he knew that. They had spent their whole lives getting to this point and Tim had finished his college degree by the time he was out of high school and got put into the position after he outsmarted some people and manipulated his way to the top. Tim was aware though, for a nepo baby. 

As someone born and raised in Gotham and all too painfully aware of the messed up systems of that place he was aware of how broken the world was. He knew about the rampant police corruption and the concerns over the safety and wellbeing of the city with one of the highest crime rates in the United States. He had seen what had happened to those in the system and went out of his way to help and volunteer. His parents praised him for the good PR he was giving them but all he could think about was that he could do something to help people with the money he was given. 

His parents weren’t exactly around enough to enforce what he did with his own money. He teamed up with the Wayne foundation to host charity events, fundraisers, galas, etc to give back to the community. 

Reminded him of his connections. Maybe he should meet with Bruce for lunch or his next free day… see just how the other could help him. Bruce had immense experience with bad press. He was notoriously good at splitting the story and diffusing the situations. He closed his eyes so thankful he had Steph with him right now. 

“Thanks Steph.”He said a bit more genuinely. 

“Don’t thank me yet hoe,”she retaliated. 

“You literally came over to check on me,”He retaliated, opening his eyes to look up at her. 

“Me? Never. How could I not save your bitch ass,”She had a grin across her face. “Plus you always buy me food, it's a win-win situation.”

“Aww Steph you care that much about me,”He began to tease.

“You are in a  perfect smothering position--”

“Are you going to admit that you love me next?”He continued. “Because I love you too and--” She jokingly shoved a pillow over his face and the two began to get into a fight as he rolled off her lap and she practically pounced on top of him hitting him with the pillow. 

“Stop being cheesy!”She yelled as he was laughing incredibly hard. 

“But you wove me! And Care about me! And you’re my best fwiend!” He has his arms up trying to stop her from hitting him. She is snickering and grabs his arm moving to pin it behind his back. 

“Ah fuck--”he hisses out as she smirks. 

“Say uncle and I’ll let go!”She exclaims wearing a shit eating grin. 

“Gah!- Fucking hell Steph.” She pulls back on his arm, applying more force. “Shit-uncle!” She lays down next to him on the floor as he rolls onto his back. The two of them were breathing heavily for a moment before looking at each other and laughing brightly. They stay like that for a moment after Stephanie's hand finds his. She was the shit head type, not one for sentimentality which is part of why Tim enjoys her company so much.  She can make light of any situation and can and will call him out on his bullshit as long as she is under the impression she’ll do the same for her. 

“You should come with me to rehearsal one day. Or like just to the studio. Get you back to working out more.”She comments. 

‘I work out just fine!” 

“Yeah but what about your dreams? You can take some pictures of me and then join me for a little bit!”She beams, sitting up a little bit to look down at him. “We both know you have a killer camera and some wild skills. Use them. You always talk about wanting more photos of me dancing.” 

“Yeah but--” 

“Nah nope you don’t get to give some sort of bullshit excuse,”she shakes her head. 

“Steph, I haven't stepped foot in a dance studio since I was 16, and that was just a way for me to get exercise. My parents thought they were formal ballroom classes.” He comments. Tim only ever danced casually. Even then he had never been as good as Steph but there was a freeingness to it. It was fun! He could never do it publicly. The corporate scene would absolutely obliterate him if they ever found out he used to dance hop hop. Formal ballroom dancing was something he also had training in and also was looked highly upon. 

“If you pick up dancing it will help you get back on a board~”She teased. 

“How!”

“Hand and Eye coordination,”she teased, standing up and offering him her hand. He took it standing up. It was still almost too much and he holds out his hand thinking he’s gonna throw up. He stops and waves that he’s good. 

“You just want to watch me fail horribly,”He rolls his eyes. 

“Just dress cool, wear a hat and mask and you’re good no one will know!”Steph insists. “Like what you do when you go skateboarding.” 

“I don’t skateboard anymore Steph.” 

“Just like you don’t dance anymore!!! Look you--”she stops as there was a knock at his door and grumbles something under her breath before going to answer. She comes back in with the food as Tim joins her at the breakfast bar and sits down next to her as they pull out the food separating it between them. She’s already shoving her face as she continues. 

“As I was saying--”She begins shoving lo mein into her mouth. He nods, raising an eyebrow as she speaks with her mouth full.” You don’t do anything you like anymore. It’s just all work!” 

“Because work is important!”

“You’re twenty-fucking-two Tim! Live a little for the love of god! You’re young and yet you so rarely go to parties! You can do both. You don’t even have the problems most corporate people have. Most of them have drug or alcohol addictions or go skiing and have lavish vacations. YOU DON’T DO THAT TIM!”She exclaims the second her mouth is no longer full. He groans. 

“I just think you need some dick honestly,”he almost chokes on his food as she says that. 

“What????”He looks at her wide eyed. She smirks looking at him leaning in real close. 

“I said I think you need some dick. Timothy, you’re still a fucking virgin aren’t you?” 

“I-I no what- why would you think that?!”His face is a bright red immediately showing more interest in his food than her. 

“HAH I WAS RIGHT!” 

“Can you please not yell,”he begs. 

“Sorry,”She still is wearing that familiar grin. 

“So what if you’re right! I can’t just go out and like, sleep with people and shit! Yeah brb let me go and print out an NDA for you to sign so we can sleep together real quick,”he rolls his eyes looking at her. “Besides… I want it to be something special. Love? I don’t know. I just--” 

“Okay I’ve made a decision. You’re not getting a choice now. We’re finding you a hobby. An actual hobby. You’re coming to the studio with me and I’ll reteach you some stuff. See how much you remember. Get you out of this stuffy apartment and your stuffy office.” 

“I’m really good at Golf?”he offers. 

“No, you just pretend like you are so you can go golfing with your coworkers. We both know you hate that sport…” 

“It’s so boring steph,”he finally caves. “I don’t even think I have any dance clothes anymore Steph!” 

“I’ll lend you some of mine. You never did grow,”she smirks. 

“Oh shut the fuck up,”he groans going for his phone and opening it up absentmindedly going to sort his emails.  He swipes to delete a bunch going in and flagging the ones related to work things so he could go back in and check them. 

He pauses. 

“Oh fuck--” 

“What?” Steph leans over on her stool before laughing. “Well that was fast.” 

“Such is the problem of social media,”he groans out opening the email as he shoves more of his own lo mein into his mouth. He quiets as he reads through it. 

“Dear Mr. Timothy Drake, 

My name is Cissie King-Jones, I am the head of PR for the band YJ(Young Justice), and as I am sure you are aware, you and my client, Kon, shared a kiss on New Years Eve last night. We could not locate a particular PR team to reach out to, to discuss his issue. We will be in town for another two weeks due to Kon visiting his father and the rest of the band wishing for a small break. Is there a potential time outside of your work hours that we could meet to discuss the events of the past and how to potentially move forwards without damaging either of your careers? Looking forward to a response.  

Best Regards, 

Cissie King-Jones

Head of PR”

He groans and Steph is laughing so hard and Tim, without looking, pushes her off the stool. She yelps but continues to laugh long after she’s fallen off the stool. 

“Are you enjoying my misery?” 

“Yes,”she gasps out. He flips her off. 

“Fuck I should respond to this.” 

“Yeah you should,”she wiggles her eyebrows, finally getting up from the floor and dusting herself off. 

Tim

Got the email, are you free tomorrow for an extended lunch?

Madi

Well technically I’m busy but if you CEO requests my presence then no one can say anything

Tim

Emailing your supervisor right now, we’re going to go to have a meeting with Kon and their PR head Cissie King.

Madi

Where are we going to have it? Your work seems too blatant. 

Tim

I don’t know yet but how about I forward you her email so you can reach out. I have a few ideas myself but I hate the ideas….

Madi

Well spill then

“Yeah spill Tim..”Steph smirks, reading over his shoulder, again. He pushes her away playfully. 

Tim

No thanks, I’m sure you’ve already thought of it anyways and I’d really rather keep it as a last resort.

Madi

Send me that email Tim ;P

Tim

On it

Tim did as he was told as he forwards her the email. 

“Where do u want to meet?”Steph instead asks. “It needs to be a neutral location somewhere the paparazzi won’t freak out about you going.”  He groans thinking. 

“I have a few ideas,”he admits. 

“Oh?”She leans her arm on the other’s shoulder. “Do tell.” 

“Lex is Kon’s biological dad…” 

“Oh dammit,”She groans. “But he’s so unsettling.” 

“You’re not even going to be there!” Tim exclaims. 

“Yeah but I am going to be there in spirit once you meet me at the studio after the meeting,”She flicks his cheeks and he gives an exasperated sigh. 

“Look, it won’t look weird for me to go there and it’s Kon’s dad's work so like it won’t be awful. I’m there for a meeting, nothing else! Plus Luthor values his security of his building over anything else. He would riot if someone else could get into his systems.” 

“Someone else?”Steph raises her eyebrow at him. 

“He said something stupid…”Tim begins.

“DID YOU--”She remembered his headache. “Did you hack Lex corp?!?!?!”

“When I was 18 yeah, why do you think he’s been trying to get me to ditch my parents,”he snorts. “Him and the Al Ghul's.” 

“And the Waynes,”Steph reminds but Tim could only roll his eyes at that one. 

“Yeah, as if. Bruce sees me as a friend. He’s my mentor, nothing else.” 

“Just saying… if the Drake’s need to go there are several companies you can sell it off too.” 

“Yeah let me just sell the Drake family name underneath my parents name,”sarcasm is dripping from his voice as he finishes his food. He texts Madi the idea and she agrees it’s probably for the best. 

“You could,”Steph reminds.

“But I won’t~”He purrs out. “If I agree to go to the studio with you after will you leave me alone about it?” 

“Yes!” 

“Then fine just bring some clothes by the office and I’ll change before we leave.”he nods. 

“Fuck yeah!”She exclaims. “None of the windows lead to the street level too!”

“Wonderful.” 

“So when will the meeting be? I need to text to see when the next free space is?” Tim shrugs. 

“I left it up to Madi.” 

“You giving that girl so much of your public image power is terrifying for a control freak like you,”She scoffs, going to toss her trash and fishing a soda from his fridge. The particular kind only being in there because of her penchant to just stop by when he’s out of town and what not.  

“Let’s just put on a movie please,”Tim begs quietly and she leaves him alone for a little while as they crowd on the couch cuddled close to each other. “I’m grateful you’re my friend steph.” 

His head is on her shoulder tucked under the covers and she playfully lays her head on his a little aggressively. 

“Right back at you Timbo,’she smiles. It’s as they get halfway into the second movie when he gets a text from Madi. 

Madi

Tomorrow at 1pm Lex Corp headquarters

Tim

Gotcha

He shows Steph the phone and she nods. 

God he can’t wait to have this meeting and let the scandal be over with. 

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[peachybeam]

[nomailday]

Oh thank goodness there’s still time for this.

Oh who am I kidding it’s always time for this. 

[castrian-amore]

Just want you to feel something

by Castrian Amore

Ch. 1/? | Word Count 889 words | Rating: Mature

Chapter 1: A New Years Kiss(The prologue)

To say Timothy Drake was drunk was an understatement. His parents were abroad and he had just had a record breaking quarter and record profits in the company his parents mostly left him to run. He deserved this. To get drunk at a friends party in New York City. A haughty businessman like himself amongst the social elite of artists and rockstars and actors. Directors and models and god Tim could pick anyone he wanted. The night was good. 

He was buzzed. More than buzzed. Something in his gut told him just how shitfaced he was,  but considering the lingering buzz and warmth underneath his skin his inebriation gave him the fluidity and loss of filter he usually had. 

The once great Drake heir now dumbed down to a drunk mess. A very drunk mess. Maybe it was the fact he was stressed from work. From being alone. From his family. Too many variables and just for once Tim deserved to be able to find someone drunk on New Year’s Eve as well. Someone who will just kiss him. He’s never really been in a relationship. Not a real one anyways. He’d been in a few short flings before he realized where he swung, and just what side he played for.

It’s getting late though and bands play on stage and yet as Tim nurses another drink, eyes on the band on stage and caught on the incredibly sexy singer. All he can think of is how his hair is plastered against his forehead in sweat. The jacket lazily hangs off his shoulders to reveal a cropped sleeveless tank in New York in winter. Bold move. He had style at least. The stupid small round glasses sat on his nose guitar draped around his neck and hanging as he sang into the mic. 

Maybe it was the alcohol talking as Tim stared at the stage in a haze. 

“It’s a crime crime crime 

How you treat me like this 

But you still end up under my skin” 

The music picks up and the one on the drums spins the stick slamming it into the base with defiance, the group making eye contact as the lead singer grabs the mic. 

“Take me down

A little bit harder now 

Down to the dance floor 

Love me like you mean it 

Love me up and down

A little bit harder” 

And maybe yeah Tim loves the band on his own, ignoring the fact Kon had been just as hot as Tim had ever seen him. He stares down at his drink continually losing himself and his surroundings as he joins the fray of bodies against each other. Maybe he zones out a little too much as the night continues on. 

Tim being reminded of the new year's kiss desire only two hours before midnight.. likely less. 

Fuck he wanted a new years kiss… so he asked around. Yet closer to midnight he finally took a deep breath on the cool balcony looking over the crowded; Times Square. Phones pointing up. Tim was a nobody. Not to the normal people. Unless they happened to know about his genius level intellect or ruthlessness in the business world he was nothing. Yet as the end of the year drew closer he looked next to him.

“10!”

 Eyes in surprise finding none other than Kon right next to him. Lead singer to the band YJ. He had never been happier to have been inebriated as he gently taps his arm. 

“9!”

“Hey you’re single right?”Maybe his words were a little too slurred together and the other seemed just as blissfully drunk. Eyes going over his form fitting slacks and vest. 

“8”

“Hell yeah I am,”He smirks, pulling his glasses down to give a dramatic up and down of his character. 

“7!”

“Mmm great,”Tim muses. 

“6”

“Who’s askin’” a little country twang tinged his voice. 

“5!”

“Tim,”He introduces, holding out his hand. Kon bites his lip, chuckling. 

“4!”

“Kon.. pleasure to meet you.”

“3!”

“Care if I kiss you? New years and all?”

“2!” 

“Shit I won’t complain~” 

“1!”

Party poppers went off as confetti filled the air. The ball dropped completely as Tim grabbed the much taller man by the front of his shirt and dragged him down to more his level as he shoved their lips together. 

It's not an incredibly nice kiss. It’s messy and full of teeth and tongue and drunken lust, a part of Tim wanting it to go on longer as they pull back from each other. Neither one of them talking for the moment but their faces are mere centimeters from each other. 

“Well fucking hell,”the man breathes out, and Tim kisses him again and the mans arms wrap around his waist pulling their swaying bodies together. Maybe just a little longer, nothing could go wrong from one or two innocent kisses. 

Right?” 

“Thanks,”Tim looks up through his lashes at the taller man. The others face a little flushed and red. Tim likely looked the same. 

“You’re welcome there… good kiss for a new year,”the two of them look at the confetti around them. 

“Yeah…”

Tim remembers enjoying his new years eve. Even if he wakes up hungover as fuck with blurry memories of the night before the emotions lingering in his chest. 

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Just want you to feel Something

By Castrian Amore

Tags(for full list please visit ao3): Tim Drake/ Kon El Kent, Rockstar Kon-el, CEO Tim Drake, Fake dating, rockstar au, friends to lovers, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, bad parents Jack and Janet Drake, mentor Bruce Wayne…

Tim has a perfectly good reputation. Constantly volunteering to charity, cares for his employee’s . He brought the company record profits and all time employee retainment highs.

Kon-el Kent has a perfectly bad reputation of being a rebellious rockstar. Getting drunk. Crowd surfing, being exceptionally flirty and hot, the whole works.

By no means should their lives have ever crossed. Until a fateful New Year’s Eve party and too many drinks. The tabloids took it and ran…

“CEO of Drake Enterprises Timothy Drake dating lead singer of YJ?!?”

“Kon-el sharing a passionate New Year’s Eve kiss with a new boy? Is the heartthrob finally taken?”

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I had the chance to do Danny Phantom photos in a space themed bar… how could I not do photos in the space themed bar?!?!

Photos by @/Seancorbinmedia

Wig by: @/Liz.ard.cos

Jewelry by @/freefallcos

Bodysuit, belts, and Fenton thermos made by me

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Reminder I have a cosplay account?

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DC x DP x Kingsmen

(This is the most niche thing ever but I love it sm and am not sorry)

Danny was recruited an unknown agency but they promise him one thing if he accepts: train the newbies and do his job. In turn they promise him global protection. Protection from the world powers, the JL, the GIW and a chance to expand upon his current skill sets.

The JL are at a loss by just finding out about this organization having slipped under their noses. At the dapper dressed but obviously incredibly skilled fighter in the middle of the Watch tower.

“You know I didn’t think the doomsday protocol would lead me here…”

“Where are you from?”Batman presses. The man gives a fanged smile offering a hand.

“I’m from Kingsman.”

“The tailors?!?”Barry exclaims. The man only gives a nod.

“The very same.”

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DC Prompt

During the fight with Ra’s al Ghul there’s a lot of things on his mind.

How he’s falling.

How there will be no one to catch him.

How he never even asked for help.

How the wind felt so nice through his hair.

How he could already feel his consciousness slipping through the pain of the broken bones and blood loss. Even if he had been able to shoot off something from his belt there had been no guarantee he could have landed safely.

So even as he knew death would be welcome… when he wakes up Kon-el is the last person he expected to see at his hospital bed.

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DC x DP Prompt

Danny hasn’t used his powers in so long. Ectoplasm is trackable, hence him settling in Gotham with just enough ambient energy to keep the GIW from getting too close. He doesn’t realize how his power is increasing as he gets older, or how the city bends around, or how he begins to loose sense of what being human is. What looking human is.

Enter the Batfam.