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7. "I've never seen anything like the way you handled that" timkon re: ttk persnaps?

"You... you fixed her," Tim breathes, awestruck, reverent.

Kon rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. It's really not all that big of a deal; it's basically the same vibe as when Brainiac 5 and Saturn Girl pulled the schematics for the Phantom Zone portal out of his head a few years ago.

"I couldn't have done it without J'onn's help," he points out. And it's true: sure, all the information was stored in his sense-memory, but figuring out how to draw on what was in his subconscious? Psshh, Kon's nowhere near smart enough for that kind of thing without help. "You should be thanking him, y'know? I was just, like, the tool."

Still, he has to admit, that starry-eyed look on Tim's face is well worth the trouble. His chest puffs up a little with pride.

Tim thought the Redbird was a permanent goner once Cyborg Superman got into her and he had to hit the self-destruct. But Kon's had that car in his TTK aura enough times that he knew he could reconstruct her from all the dissembled pieces if he just had a little nudge in the sense-memory department, and he was right. She's dusty, her seats torn and her upholstery partly burnt, and who knows what all sorts of servicing her inner workings will require, but all the parts are back in place, and the engine is soundly intact. Kon's been Tim's rubber duck in the garage enough times to know what to pay fine, detailed attention to, and even though she might not run as smooth as usual until Tim gets in there to monkey around and fine-tune everything back up to his standards, Kon is certain she'll at least still run.

Tim finally tears his gze from his reconstructed car to look up at Kon. The stars in his misty eyes don't diminish in the slightest. "You fixed her," he repeats, beaming ear-to-ear. "Kon, I... I've never... I thought... I don't know what to say!"

"You don't have to say any—mm!"

It seems like Tim agrees; he doesn't have to say anything at all as he tackles Kon into a kiss. After all, actions speak louder than words.

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16. "I dont want to get up" for prompts? I could use some soft sleepy rn

16 | “I don’t want to get up.”

Kon really needs a new alarm. He's had the same novelty Superman clock that rings out ‘Up, up, and away!’—in a voice that is a mediocre impression of Kal's at best—since he was, like, sixteen. It's more for sentimental reasons, he guesses; he’s naturally risen with the sun for years at this point.

Well, that and another thing.

Silently, he watches Tim (whose eyes are still shut, mind you) wiggle his arm out of their embrace to blindly paw at Kon’s nightstand. He hits the handheld mirror, a bottle of cologne, a book, Kon’s glasses, and a roll of deodorant before his fingers even brush the clock. Kon watches him swat at it a few times before he takes pity on him and turns it off with a touch of TTK.

Tim grumbles something unintelligible into Kon's chest before he shakes both of them. “Wakey wakey, sunshine.”

“Gruh.” is Tim's response.

Kon shakes him a little more; Tim flops around in his arms with all the grace of a wet noodle. “Rise and shine, I gotta get up.”

Tim huffs, bringing his legs up from where they were tangled in Kon’s to wrap them around his waist. “No, you don’t.” He says—although it sounds more like ‘nuh, yuh dun.’

“I do,” Kon tells him, pressing a quick peck to his forehead, "I have classes today.”

“No… It’s Sunday." Tim insists. The hair he had tied back before he went to bed has partially fallen out, covering his face and curling up on the side he laid on. Maybe Kon’s just a romantic, but Tim always looks awfully pretty first thing in the morning, illuminated by the morning light.

(Well, he might be exaggerating about the always part; he’s woken up to Tim halfway dangling off the bed, hair akin to a mop left out to dry, more times than Tim would care to admit.)

“it’s Monday, honey.” Kon reminds him, kissing him on the cheek this time. Slowly, he pulls his arms out from around Tim's waist and cups his face.

“Who picks classes on a Monday?" Tim makes no complaint when Kon squishes his face a few times, but he does open his eyes. He glares for a few seconds before melting. Tim leans his head in closer and kisses him, slow and sweet.

Kon breaks the kiss, presses two fingers to Tim's lips. “Me. I like the routine.” He rolls Tim off of him. “Now, I’m getting up—“

“Nooo,” Tim digs his fingers into Kon's shirt, effectively getting himself pulled along with him. “You're depriving me of my personal heater. That's rude. You're rude.”

“Okay, says the guy who is actively preventing me from pursuing higher education.”

“You don’t need a higher education when I'm right here. In bed. Cold.” He’s face down on the bed at this point, hands still digging into Kon's top; his voice is slightly muffled by the bedding. “I don't wanna get up. and neither should you.”

Kon hums, finally peeling tim’s fingers off of him. The shirt is definitely stretched now; at least it’s already pajamas. “Well. I'll bring you breakfast, then. ‘Cause I gotta get up.”

“Ugh,” Tim rolls over to face the ceiling, digs the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Fine. I'm up.” He rises from the bed, bringing the blanket with him. Wrapping it around his shoulders, he looks like the world’s sleepiest vampire.

Kon smiles at him, plants a quick kiss on his lips. “Robbie, you really didn’t have to get up.”

Tim grunts. “Sure I did. You're taking all the heat with you.”

Kon chuckles, pulling Tim closer by his makeshift cape to kiss his forehead. “Right. So evil of me.”

“See? You get it now.” Tim grumbles, somehow smug despite how sleepy he looks. Kon raises an eyebrow—then, without warning, picks Tim up and slings him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Eep!”

“Onward!” he announces as Tim dramatically beats his hands against Kon’s back to no avail.

“You suck.” Tim mumbles, defeated.

“If you say so, honey.”

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Timives and/or timdanny

timives: don’t get me Started on how it should’ve been ives… their friendship is overall very sweet (ives inviting tim over to his birthday party so he wouldn’t get smothered by his cousins, them reconnecting after tim left brentwood, the mutual worry/general shenanigans i.e. ives’ mascot job) i think it would’ve been so so good as tim’s first queer relationship that completely falls apart because he has been lying to ives essentially their entire friendship. the chemistry, the drama. i’m always for putting tim in situations (dealing with the consequences of his actions relating to vigilantism)

timdanny: a little less compelling just for lack of content but i do think they’re cute and i’m forever bitter that danny didn’t get his solo :( he deserved it!! i miss him!! their dynamic was way too interesting to be scrapped after brentwood but all good things must end i suppose

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Havent seen anyone ask for longfic yet!

finally... the people cry for longfic....

Then Bruce had adopted Dick, and Dick had discovered rich people parties. Rich people parties, Dick quickly learnt, were the exact opposite of circus parties. Not only did actions have consequences, but the consequences were twice as bad, because apparently rich people parties were about talking quietly and telling jokes and laughing politely at the jokes even when they weren't funny. Rich people parties were not, Dick discovered very, very shortly into his first rich people party, the time and place to do a cartwheel competition down the banister of the grand staircase. In other words, rich people parties were deeply, deeply boring.

ask game :3

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SNOWGLOBE 4

After a moment, Tim keeps going: “I just never really… I guess I kind of have—had?—some, um, hangups about intimacy before. And extra ‘cuz of the whole, you know. Trans thing. I never wanted to bring it up with people, but that’s, y’know.” He flaps a hand. “Kinda hard to avoid if you’re gonna get hot ‘n’ heavy.” A little half-shrug. “I never even told Steph until after we broke up. I mean, I’m pretty sure everyone I dated would’ve been fine with it anyway, but I can be a little, um… paranoid.”

“A little bit,” Kon agrees sardonically—or rather, he tries to sound sardonic, but he’s melting as Tim keeps scrunching his fingers through his hair and scritching his nails gently against his scalp, and his voice comes out as more of a breathy little murmur. “Mmmm…”

Tim huffs out a soft chuckle. “Yeah. But you’ve known I’m trans for forever, so that was one hurdle completely bypassed, and then as for the actual, like, wanting… I mean, it’s you.” He kisses Kon’s shoulder. “I’ve never felt more at ease with anyone, my darling Captain Sexy Beast Pants.”

Kon is startled into a loud bark of laughter. Some of Tim’s hair goes up his nose and makes him wheeze as he guffaws, cackling into the warmth of their bedroom. “Ha!”

Tim looks up at him, smug. Oh, he’s so pleased with himself for getting such a reaction out of Kon, isn’t he? This man, this little freak, this, this—god, Kon loves him so much.

Kon’s mirth mellows into warm, heady affection, and he smushes his lips to Tim’s forehead, grinning. “Okay,” he says, pressing Tim close. “Okay. If you still want that round two, then, it’s on the table, but”—he holds up a finger—“you have to call me that at some point during.”

Tim groans.

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Ohhh what if timkon for no. 27 "im going to carry you now, okay?" Where kon can swoon over tims arms

warning: canon-typical scifi dehumanization, medical trauma, etc

“Kon!”

Footsteps, rapid but light across the tile floor. Dazed, Kon tries to lift his head; the magical restraints holding him to the lab table tighten in painful warning, and he chokes on a gasp. “Nnh?”

Red Robin appears at his side, his mouth set in a grim, unhappy line. The red sun lamp casts his face in warm shadows. His hands frantically trace the glowing bonds, then down to the control panel on the side of the table. “I’m getting you out of here,” he says, his voice low and blank with… with rage, Kon realizes. That’s how he sounds when he’s really, truly furious. “What did they do to you?”

It… it doesn’t matter what they did to Kon. His vision blurs with hot, humiliating tears as he remembers what they did to the other clones. The ones they called defective. They were people, people who never even got to open their eyes or take their first breaths of air outside the tubes.

Kon was too late, too weak; he couldn’t save them. All he could do was watch, shackled and helpless and defeated, and scream.

Bzz-zap!

The restraints fizzle out and vanish with the acrid smell of smoke. Kon nearly sobs in relief as his TTK comes surging back; he can feel the room now, the table under him and the mechanisms in its control panel, the floor, the walls, the door.

And Tim. Tim, his heart pounding in his chest, inhaling through his nose and slowly exhaling through his mouth. Taut with anger.

And yet, his voice is achingly gentle. “Can you stand?”

Kon tries, he really does. He makes it halfway into a sitting position before his wobbly arms give out under him; Tim’s quick reflexes are the only reason he doesn’t crash back down to the table.

“Kon,” Tim breathes. His gauntleted fingers flex against Kon’s shoulder, pulling him tighter to himself. “Shit. Okay. Okay.”

“Sorry,” Kon mumbles, lifting one shaking hand to his temple. The room spins. He wants sunlight. “I… they… anesthesia, for…”

“Of course they did.” Tim scoffs acidly. He lets out a slow breath again, then shifts Kon in his arms, pulling him to his chest. He moves awkwardly with one arm for a moment, fiddling with something at his shoulder; then there’s a click, and his cape detaches. He drapes it over Kon, wraps it around him to cover him, then gathers Kon into his arms. “I’m gonna carry you now, okay?”

And then he picks Kon up, just like that, with only a slight grunt of effort, and—

Oh. Wow. Kon expected to have to use his TTK to float, because… well, he knows he’s a big guy, like Superman, and he’s heavy, and yet…

Something wells up in his chest, his heart pounding. It comes out as a pathetic little noise as he curls into Tim’s chest, pushing his face into the kevlar around his neck. He feels so unexpectedly safe.

“Rob,” he burbles, his breath catching wetly in his throat. “I—I couldn’t save them.”

“I know.” Tim carries Kon down the hallway, towards the elevator. Back towards sunlight. He turns his head, and his lips brush Kon’s temple. “We… found what was left.” He hefts Kon in his arms, holds him a little tighter, and kisses his hair with purpose this time. “I’m sorry, angel.”

Kon closes his eyes. He can’t hear Tim’s heartbeat, not until he gets his superhearing back, but he can feel it, his TTK threaded through the muscles and bones of Tim’s body. It’s soothing.

“Steel volunteered to take down those creeps, so I could sneak past the fighting and just come get you.” The elevator doors close behind them, and Tim uses his elbow to nudge the right button. “He told me to take care of you. So that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“Oh,” Kon mumbles. He curls his fingers into Tim’s cape, holding it closed around himself. It smells of smoke and leather. It feels like safety. He’s never been good at letting anyone take care of him.

But maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to try.

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1, 4, 21, 27, and/or 38 for the ask game!

1. How many WIPS do you currently have?

uuuhhhhh... 18. thats a normal number of wips to have i think.

4. Do you save your 'cut scenes' from your fics? (Want to share one?)

answered here!

21. What is something that no one has caught about one of your fics?

the thing i'm quietly loading several chekov's guns about in spacefic (oh god i havent updated it in a year i have to lock in) might be one :3 but we'll see if anyone picks up on the foreshadowing as i continue! the reveal will be in chapter 5 and the explanation in 6.

another smaller detail that people may or may not have caught but no one has certainly mentioned is that during this passage in snowglobe ch2...

Kon walks past Tim into the bedroom, sighs, and yanks off his sweater and leggings, leaving himself in just a T-shirt and boxers. He left his sweatpants in the living room when he changed into costume earlier, and honestly, fuck it. He doesn’t care enough to go get them. He just wants to be out of any tight clothes so he can collapse. “Rob,” he says, crawling onto the bed again. The pillows are in a state of mild disarray, and Kon paws at them, annoyed. “C’mere.” Tim’s quiet footsteps appear in the doorway. He pauses for a second, and Kon turns to glance over his shoulder, mildly embarrassed to be on all fours pouting at a pile of pillows. Tim is standing—oh, he stopped to sip his coffee, okay, he’s not about to make fun of Kon for being useless without TTK, then. Never mind, embarrassment cancelled.

this is kon pov and he doesn't notice/think about it, so it's quite subtle. kon thinks tim might be going "alone in bed with a ttk migraine on a [insert day here] morning? god, you're pathetic."

but to tim? well. this is kon in just a t-shirt and boxers on all fours pouting at him over his shoulder from their bed.

tim did not stop in the doorway just because he was conveniently sipping his coffee. tim stopped in the doorway because he just walked in and went 👀👌 butt. 🙏🍑💯👏👀

27. What is a question that you never get asked about your fics that you really want to answer?

THIS IS A REALLY HARD QUESTION i don't know if there's just a singular one!!!! i always want to talk abt my kryptonian gender and sex and worldbuilding thoughts. but i also always want to talk about t4t timkon. and i also always want to talk about spacefic. but also i always want to talk about my future timkon life thoughts. and i also love to talk about--

38. Fic idea you're most excited to get to?

OH GOD. SPACEFIC BUT SPECIFICALLY CHAPTER 8. which means i have to write chapters 3 - 7 to GET THERE. FUCK!!!!!!!!

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LOVE ur fluff writting its always a treat <3<3 *extends their hand when they notice the other searching for it in their sleep* would be ADORABLE for sleepy cuddles (or angst 👀) but on the other hand

"Till death do us part. Forever until the end of eternity" would be a REALLY good excuse for tim to bust out the 00FFFF decorations

I cant decide so whichever you like the best!

Something tugs at Tim’s shirt.

Tim blinks, frowning. He looks down, but there’s nothing there. Maybe the fabric just got caught in the back of his desk chair or on the armrest or something? He has been sitting in a kind of weird pose, all folded up with one leg tossed up onto the desk as he stares at the case files on his screen. So probably—

Tug. Another one, sharper, more insistent. And he hasn’t moved, so it definitely wasn’t just the shirt getting caught on something. Tug, tug.

Tim blinks. What…?

An invisible touch runs down his arm, circles his wrist, and gently but insistently tugs him away from the desk, towards his and Kon’s bedroom (their bedroom, both of theirs, now that they’ve finally moved in together for real)—

Oh. It hits him a second later, and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face in response. He probably looks like a goofy, lovesick fool, but like, in his place, who wouldn’t?

Honestly, if it took him this long to realize that it’s Kon’s TTK, trying to pull him into Kon’s arms as Kon sleeps, he’s so not making any more progress on this case tonight anyway. Still grinning like a besotted idiot, he closes his laptop and peels himself out of his chair. The little tendril wrapped around his wrist pulls at him again, and he huffs out a breathy laugh as he clicks off his desk lamp.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he murmurs. Kon’s still asleep—if he was awake, he would’ve just yoinked Tim straight into bed, with none of this gentle tugging and nudging—but hopefully it’ll still reassure him on some level.

Man, now that he’s actually gotten up, Tim realizes he’s tired. He makes a quick stop at the bathroom, then tosses his pants in the vague direction of the hamper and clambers into bed. The second his knees touch the mattress, the TTK goes from tiny tendrils with gentle tugs to a feeling almost like a giant hand grabbing him around the torso (just as gentle, though). Tim goes limp, grinning again, and lets Kon haul him over and bundle him up in his arms as if Tim’s a big teddy bear.

Kon lets out a big, satisfied sigh, sleepily nuzzling into Tim’s neck. His embrace is loose and relaxed with sleep, but his TTK is still firmly wrapped around Tim, shoulders to hips; it’s kind of like a weighted blanket, but cuddlier.

“Hi, you.” Tim wraps his arms around Kon’s shoulders and presses his lips to Kon’s forehead, still beaming. His chest is full of warm fuzzies, and if he wasn’t so tired, he’d be giddy. Kon loves him. He knows that, of course, but to have Kon’s telekinesis plaintively reach for him from sleep really just hammers it in all over again.

Kon hums something unintelligible and smushes his face into Tim’s collarbone in what might be supposed to be a kiss. Tim grins, melting in contentment. Kon’s boneless and warm against him, and their bed is soft and cozy. He’s ready to drift off.

“G’night, clone boy,” he murmurs, heart full. “Gonna tease you about this tomorrow.”

Kon lets out a soft, breathy mumble against his neck and sighs. Tim strokes his fingers idly over the shaved hair just above the nape of his neck, and finally closes his eyes, smiling.