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@timkonfluffweek Day 8: Free Day
@fluffruaryprompts Day 4: Thrifting + Day 15: Cozy Morning
@monthlywritingchallenges February Tag Challenge: Established relationships + Domestic fluff
2.7k words || (He/him) Nonbinary Kon, because I'm now obsessed with this idea || Literally just snippets of them being domestic and soft as they shop
10:00 AM
Tim shifted at the feeling of lips trailing down his shoulder, a heavy arm around his waist anchoring him to the soft bed, with fingers tracing patterns softly into his back. A firm chest breathed in time with his, a soothing rocking motion that guided him further back to sleep, and the shared warmth between bodies made him sigh and nuzzle further into his pillow.
If Kon’s goal was to wake him up, he was failing miserably. Not even the promise of caffeine could drag Tim away from how comfy he felt, buried beneath piles of blankets with Kon’s warmth and smell surrounding him.
Kon’s chest rumbled with the vibrations of his chuckle, Tim’s nose scrunching when he tried peeling Tim away from the burning furnace that was Kon’s body. “Come on Wonder,” Kon whispered into Tim’s hair when that failed, breath ruffling his dark strands as TTK started peeling the blankets off and away from Tim’s clumsy reach. “We’re already behind with today’s plans.”
Tim whined in retaliation, eyes peeking open in what he hoped was a menacing glare. Kon only smiled fondly at the sight, leaning closer to kiss him on the lips, slow and gentle as Tim’s brain latched to the familiar sensations as Kon’s mouth on his.
“You promised me,” the words were mumbled against his lips, a cruel reminder that only made Tim slump more into the mattress. “Up and at 'em, we have a busy day today.” Tim closed his eyes when the curtains were opened to let the sunlight further into the room, focusing on the sound of Kon walking through the space with drawers opening.
“Why did I agree to this?” Tim muttered, voice low and a little croaky, which indicated he needed water before attempting to speak more.
There was the sound of the sink turning on, and Tim mourned the loss of his sleep. Now that he is conscious enough to hold a conversation, he won’t be able to fall back asleep.
He got up with a small stretch that caused a satisfying whine, wiping at his eyes in an attempt to wake himself further.
“Because you love me,” Kon replied as he walked back in with a glass of water, still in his boxers but one of Tim's old shirts thrown on. Tim hummed a thanks as he accepted the glass, gulping down the water and trying not to let it trickle down his throat. “And you know how much I love shopping with you.”
“You mean you love my money.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Kon joked with a wink. Tim watched him head to the closet, eyeing the shape of his butt a little helplessly. God, he loves Kon so much.
“Is there anything we need to pick up while we’re out and about?” Kon called out, the sounds of hangers moving pausing as he considered his options. “You said we need to do grocery shopping soon, yeah?”
Tim got up and opened a drawer. Unlike Kon, he didn’t usually put that much effort into his outfits. For simple days like this, a simple hoodie and some pants work just fine. “We’re running a little low on some items, but we can do it after your store,” Tim affirmed as he changed out of his shorts and put on blue jeans.
“I’m guessing you made a list,” Kon didn’t even ask, already assuming because Tim always made lists.
“Mhm,” Tim replied as he looked for his GSU hoodie, something Steph got him as a gag gift. Except Tim really appreciated the thought, so it backfired on her. “I was thinking we can always stop by the media store next to your thrift store.”
Tim found the dark hoodie with a loud hmph, slipping it on and sighing at its bulky size. Steph didn’t even try to get it in Tim’s size, but that’s the thing that Tim loved about it. It made him feel like a child, but in a good way. Comforting, as if this was something that belonged to Bruce.
He turned around to find Kon wearing a black crop top that fit tight against his abs and muscles, his happy trail peeking like a tempting sin. He wore chino joggers, comfy but easy to change, and Tim swears his brain stuttered and restarted with the blue screen of a failing computer. Simple outfit or not, his partner will always be hot.
His face flushed at Kin’s sultry expression, and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Kon’s waist. “You’re trying to kill me,” he nibbled at Kon’s lips, pinching the taller man’s hips when his smile widened.
Kon squeezed his hips, love and adoration clear in his cyan eyes. Tim could easily get lost gazing into them. “We’ll head out after breakfast, okay with you?”
12:00 PM
Tim glanced up from his phone when Kon stepped out of the stall to show him the last outfit.
They’ve been at this one store for about two and a half hours. The first half was Kon looking between racks of clothing, trying to see if something would fit his build and if something needed some classic DIY love.
Tim, being someone who grew up rich, never truly saw the appeal of thrifting. But this was something Kon loved. The challenge of finding something good at the stores, the creativity needed to plan outfits and designs, the specialized skill of picking out the most horrendous design, and seeing potential in its pattern or texture.
Kon looked conflicted when he stepped out in a red cocktail dress full of lace, the sleeves cutting before his shoulders in a way that resembled ruffles and accentuate its vintage look, and tight-fitting in a way that accentuated his legs and butt nicely. However, as pretty as it was, the dress itself wasn’t Kon’s style.
“I was really hoping this would be a good one,” Kon muttered more to himself than Tim. “I really liked the shade.”
Tim tilted his head, trying not to yawn as his energy started crashing from staying still for so long. “You don’t think you can use the lace for anything?”
“Nah,” Kon twisted himself in the mirror, as if the new angle would make him love the dress more. “Not comfortable enough messing with lace.”
Tim opened his phone again, humming when Kon planted a kiss on his head. “Let me pay, and then we can head to a cafe close by.”
“I can pay instead,” Tim offered, but Kon shook his head in reply.
He reached out to squeeze Tim’s hands, an apology for taking as long as he did. Tim squeezed back, truly not minding.
12:40 PM
Tim sighed when Kon leaned over to take a sip out of his drink. “How many times are you going to do that?” He pouted as this was the fifth time Kon had done this, as if Tim didn’t ask if he also wanted something to drink from the cafe.
Kon squeezed his fingers from where he held them in the pockets of Tim’s hoodie, keeping them warm with his body heat. Kon always ran hot thanks to his Kryptonian biology, and while Tim loves this about Kon, that doesn’t mean this is a reasonable trade for his tea.
“Shouldn’t have bought something with peppermint then,” Kon teased, stealing another sip before Tim could shove his face away.
Tim pinched him on the hand, then rubbed the mark with his thumb. With Kon’s invulnerability, it won’t even turn pink, but Tim still wanted to soothe the touch. “You’re an ass.”
Kon leaned down to kiss him, and Tim hummed when Kon used his TTK to tug him closer, an invisible hand running down his hair and cupping the back of his neck, soothing and cool to the touch.
“Are we looking for anything specific at the media store?”
Tim shook his head. “Just wanted to window shop. Will you let me know if there’s anything that catches your eye?”
Kon shook his head, exasperated by Tim’s insistence on buying everything today. “How ‘bout this,” the words were drawled in that good-hearted Kansas accent. Kon always spoke with an accent when thinking of the Kent farm and the family he made there with Ma and Pa, usually faint enough that most don't catch it. “Help me find something for Ma, and I’ll let you buy that.”
Tim smiled at the compromise. “Deal.”
1:20
“What’d you got there?” Kon leaned his head over Tim’s, arms wrapping around his waist to anchor him there. In response, Tim leaned onto Kon’s chest, tilting the book up for Kon to look.
“You know how Jason and Damian have that book club thing?”
“Oh, they’re still doing that?” Kon replied. “I think I remember Jon mentioning that a while back.”
Tim hummed. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard them talk about it.”
“Is that what that’s for?” Kon nodded his head, bringing his hand up to trace the book’s title. The words were crooked, the pressure changing to replicate handwriting in pen, with a picture of a muddy road surrounded by the outskirts of trees and bushes.
Despite popular belief, Tim was not a reader. He was the stereotypical math and science nerd, caring more for data and numbers than abstract themes and metaphors. Jason teases him and Dick about this all the time, citing that he and Damian were the only cultured people in the manor. Dick always hit back that Jason was just jealous that he was the only theater kid in the family.
Despite this, Tim knew the importance of literature and the arts. While he could never find enjoyment in reading, he knew how important the club was for Jason and Damian. It was a way for them to connect without being direct, a way to discuss thoughts and connections in a way that the rest of the family could never really understand.
It was tough finding books for them, though, with Jason reading books as if he needed them to breathe, and Damian with his picky ego making it hard to predict what he would like without the gift being disguised as a test of intelligence. But they both like reading various classics, hence the copy of As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner in Tim’s hands.
He hasn't touched the book since middle school, but he remembers themes of morality and existence, alienation and dysfunctional family dynamics, suffering, and hypocrisy. There was the chance that Jason had already read this, but…
“I don’t know,” Tim mumbled. “Feels kinda stupid trying to get something for them.”
“It’s not stupid,” Kon reassured, nuzzling the back of Tim’s head. “I think it’s nice. Thinking of them like that.”
Tim had nothing to say to that, except that, as much as Clark was a great hero, there will always be a bitter part of him that hates Clark's inaction towards Kon. It was the same bitter part that hated his parents neglect, understanding as to why but never able to comprehend the how.
“Did you find something for Mrs. Kent?” he squeezed a hand on Kon’s arm around him, letting the taller man maneuver the book into his own hands. Looks like they’re buying the book after all.
“Ma will have your head if she knows you still refer to her by her last name,” Kon chided lightly, the sound of him kissing Tim’s cheek loudly ruining any reprimand. “Do you remember how she mentioned that she lost her only CD of Billie Holiday?”
“The one that Rebecca lost back when she hosted a get-together at the old youth center?”
Kon reached for his pocket, and there was a brief tapping sound of nails hitting plastic as he tapped the album. “The very same one!” Kon shook the case in front of Tim’s face, laughing as Tim ended up cross-eyed from the closeness.
"Rebecca lost it, what, eight years ago?”
“Pretty sure that was the last time anyone has let Rebecca borrow anything.”
Tim nodded. “She already was making a reputation from it. Not surprising that was one of the last straws for everyone else.”
Kon hummed, putting CD on top of Tim's book. “Anything else you want to look at?”
Tim shook his head. “Let’s go pay, and then head for the groceries.”
4:00 PM
“Tim,” Kon calls out, voice weak from where he has his head in the fridge.
Tim pauses from where he’s trying to store canned foods in the pantry, a can of tomato sauce in his hands as he tries not to sweat. Please don’t say Kon spotted Tim’s stash of Zesti cans, please. “Yes?” He tries to tilt his voice sweetly. Innocent, if someone didn’t know him well. Kon knows him too well.
Kon barrels forward, no hesitation for shattering Tim’s heart. Tim turns his head to see Kon leaning against the doorframe, a Zetsi resting in his hand. Tim licks his lips, eyes sweeping to Kon’s and the can, debating if he can outmaneuver a being with superspeed.
“Pretty sure Alfred said you aren’t allowed any of these for the next two weeks.”
Tim steps closer, angling his head to look at Kon through his eyelashes. It always makes the Kryptonian weak, seeing piercing blue eyes look up at him through long lashes. “Alfred doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
Kon exhales through his nose, hands lowering. Tim tries not to smirk. “Tim, I was there when Leslie and Alfred came to that agreement. Are you seriously questioning a doctor’s orders?”
It wouldn’t be the first time the bats don’t follow Leslie’s words. “It was a recommendation, not anything serious.”
Kon just stared at him in disbelief. Tim took the chance to snag forward, fingertips brushing the cold metal before Kon moved across the kitchen’s island. “Let’s make a deal!” Tim rushed out before Kon could say anything, “Please, love.”
Kon sighed at the blatant manipulation, and Tim's smile widened. “Honey bun, sweetheart, babe, my soulmate and love of my life—”
“Ok!” Kon chuckled out, a blush creeping over his cheeks. Tim wanted to run his hands on Kon's face, kissing and biting to see the blush grow. “What’s your proposition?”
Tim shuffled closer, wrapping his arms around Kon’s waist. “Let me keep the Zetsi’s, and you can monitor how much I drink.”
Kon put the drink down on the counter when Tim stepped further into his space, and now he was twisting the fabric of Tim’s shirt, his warm hands brushing against Tim’s sides. “Two cans a week?” He tried bargaining.
Tim gave him an unimpressed stare, daring him to try haggling to that extreme. They both know that if Tim doesn’t verbally agree with this deal, then he will stash them somewhere else. X-ray vision or not, Tim will find a way for Kon to never find them.
Tim leaned closer to Kon, chapped lips brushing over plump ones. Not a kiss, but close to one, depending on how these next minutes go. “A pack every week.”
Kon hummed. He wasn’t falling for Tim’s tricks anymore, causing Tim to pout; stupid partner and his stubborn consideration for Tim's health and well-being.
Kon kissed the corner of Tim’s mouth, bringing his hands up to scratch at the back of Tim’s skull. Tim melted in the touch, sagging like a kitten getting head scratches. Yeah, guess he can’t be too upset at Kon. Maybe he was becoming a little too dependent on energy drinks this month, but whatever. He’s never admitting to this.
“How about half a package every week?” Kon didn’t even try to suggest this offer, already knowing he won.
Tim kissed his lips; soft and slow, gentle and heartwarming. “You’re lucky I love you.”
Kon smiled into the kiss, hands moving to cup Tim’s cheeks, rubbing at the skin in a soothing gesture. “How about I make your favorite today? We finally have cheese to make burgers.”
“Hm,” Tim considered this. As much as he loves Kon’s cooking, he was still feeling a bit petty. “Nah, let’s order pizzas.”
Kon groaned, head thumping gently against Tim’s. “Does it have to be with that atrocious order of yours?”
Tim’s chest felt light and giddy. Eyes crinkling from his smile, Tim only laughed at Kon’s response. “You know it, clone boy. Come on, I thought you loved me?”
Kon thwacked Tim’s shoulder, the impact gentle enough that Tim barely felt it. “You have horrible taste buds, and literally everyone agrees to this.”
Afraid i'm been been so busy this month that for today all I have to offer is a WIP snippet for @timkonfluffweek Day 8: Free Day, where I decided to focus on them enjoying domestic life together
I'm hoping I can finish the one shot by Saturday but these two weeks are gonna kill me so we'll see
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Tim closed his eyes when the curtains were opened to let the sunlight further in the room, focusing on the sound of Kon walking through the space with drawers opening.
“Why did I agree to this,” Tim muttered, voice low and a little croaky that indicated he needed water before attempting to speak more. Maybe they had too many blankets for last night, if he woke up overheated.
There was the sound of the sink turning on, and Tim mourned the loss of his sleep. Now that he is conscious enough to somewhat hold a conversation, he won’t be able to fall back asleep.
He got up with a small stretch that caused a satisfying whine, wiping at his eyes in an attempt to wake himself further.
“Because you love me,” Kon replied as he walked back in with a glass of water, still in his boxers but with one of Tim's old shirts thrown on. Tim hummed a thanks as he accepted the glass, gulping down the water and trying not to let it trickle down his mouth. “And you know how much I love shopping with you.”
Is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
'Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish
Day 2/8 for @timkonfluffweek - Sirens & Promises / Free Day
Had this in my head for sooooo long - @allthatsentimentalcandyfloss told me about these lyrics and how perfect it would be for Kon and of course, she was right as always uwu
Combined the lyrics with this one scene from B99 lol
Kon stops in the doorway. Tim is asleep on the bean bag chair by the window. His laptop is tipped over in his lap, socked feet tucked in close, the patch of sunlight still halo-ing around his peaceful form. Kon’s denim jacket is draped over his middle.
He was up until just before dawn last night, compiling a report for a case he and the Red Hood were this close to cracking. Kon gave up trying to persuade him to sleep when Tim nearly bit his head off for stepping too close to his circle of papers and cables.
Now, he looks like a cat, breathing soft and steady. Kon carefully extracts the laptop. He floats the blanket laid on the sofa over, while his hands attempt to rescue his jacket from Tim's grip.
Tim makes a small growling sound. Kon lets go, raising his hands.
“Never mind,” Kon says to himself. He can go without a jacket today.
@fourseasonsbingo Card B: Diving in the pool || Prompt List
There’s a wall of photos in Tim’s room. Kon has a habit of looking through them whenever he’s invited in, seeing what new additions there are and reflecting on the old ones. Before, when Tim wore masks everywhere because he was still listening to Batman's rule about not even sharing what his face looked like with the team, the photos were more abstract than personal.
Photos of sunsets painting the city with shades of purple and pink, of Gotham’s famous Gothic architecture in murky lighting, gargoyles in fog and sharp shadows, of flowers and squirrels fighting birds for nuts. Kon remembers that despite how beautiful these photos looked, there was nothing personal about them. There was nothing about Robin as a person, not about what bookstores he preferred or the cafes he frequented for breaks. It was detached in a way that never fit the image Kon had of Robin, of the person he might be behind the mask.
This was something he never comprehended until after Robin’s identity was revealed. Now, the wall was full of photos of friends during mundane moments. Like last month, when Bart snagged a bundle of cookies in his mouth while Cass threatened to hit him with a roller. And plenty of soft moments with his family, like Damian sleeping on Dick’s shoulder in the Batmobile after patrol, or Bruce and Alfred playing chess as sunlight streamed behind them.
Kon’s favorite photo of the Bat-family is perhaps the one with them all at the pool. Kon isn’t sure how Tim timed it, but Jason slipping in the pool is perfectly caught with Dick’s foot tripping him, and Damian is staring straight at the camera as if he didn’t orchestrate it himself by using his baby brother's privileges. Steph is mid-dive in the background, and Cass and Bruce are sunbathing further in the back. At the edge of the photo is Duke, a hand reaching for Jason’s leg, and Kon can only assume he was planning on pulling him in before Jason was tripped.
It’s not the most perfect photo of Tim’s. The lighting almost washes out Cass and Bruce in the background, and in the right corner, the blurry outline of Tim’s finger is shown as he hastily took the photo. Kon can practically hear Tim’s sharp laughter through the shaky edges, can see the way his nose scrunches as he folds in half when a snort escapes. There’s nothing careful about the composition, nothing perfect about the lighting, or use of any specific techniques Tim knows to make his photos look beautiful.
It’s messy and imperfect, and Kon loves it. He loves this side of the photos Tim takes. Because it shows that Tim loves so deeply that he's willing to capture the imperfect moments of life. Tim is an intense guy, and his affection is no different. But he also loves control, and this need for perfection shines through his compositions.
These shaky moments, with their imperfect lighting and blurry edges, show that Tim’s love for others will overshadow this need for perfection. And Kon loves the proof that this side of Tim exists at all.
So I decided to push myself and draw people this time haha! I have this idea of YJ taking a road trip and this is a polaroid they snapped. Why Summer '99? Because I wanted to dress Tim & Kon in 90s wear! What is this timeline? I don't know. :P
@krotagion Heart x Horror Part I - Heart-Shaped Box: Lovesick by Aurora View
@monthlywritingchallenges February Tag Challenge: Mental Health Issues & Emotional Support
CW: Mentions of depression
Tim is not ok. This is something Kon has always been aware of, once he got over his own insecurities on the team. Tim needs control, and this can lead to obsessions and a lack of self-care as he strives towards perfection.
This also means Tim isn’t open about himself. This used to infuriate Kon, who thought this meant Tim didn’t see the team—didn’t see him—as equals. After all, Tim says he trusts them with his life, yet the moment they see him struggle, he pushes them away and slams mental walls against their concern, stacking them so thick that sometimes Kon worried if Tim was about to reach his limit and never recover.
But it’s been years since Tim led Young Justice, years of being his teammate and friend, years spent learning Tim inside and out. Kon can now recognize the signs leading to Tim’s self-destructive habits and knows how to handle the burnout.
Sometimes, what Tim needs is a physical release, something to get all the tension out and numb his mind. Kon doesn’t hold back on those days; Tim just gets more frustrated when he notices, and Kon would rather have Tim fight him than endanger himself by overextending himself during patrol. Sometimes Tim needs a verbal outlet, and there’s plenty of untouched land for Kon to drop him off, trying to ignore the raw emotional pain that leaves Tim’s lips only when they’re isolated from civilization.
Sometimes, like now, what Tim needs is a constant presence. For someone to wrap him in blankets and lean against him as a physical reminder that he’s not alone. Kon likes to give Tim his leather jacket on those days, trying not to smile as Tim’s frame is engulfed by the bigger sleeves. He always fails whenever Tim nuzzles against the jacket’s collar, sighing like the world can’t touch him as long as Kon’s jacket is over his shoulders.
Or maybe that’s Kon projecting.
On those days, it’s fifty-fifty if Tim is up for talking. Sometimes he barely has energy to eat, but Kon makes do. It’s a delicate act, giving Tim the autonomy he craves but also tricking him into taking care of himself. Sometimes Kon oversteps, sometimes Tim’s temper can’t handle his presence. But more often enough, they lie on the couch, having movie marathons as Kon chatters away, trying to gauge if Tim needs white noise or if Kon’s dumb comments will break through the fog.
Tim will lay his head on Kon’s chest, ear over his heart, fingers clinging to Kon’s wrist or jacket. He’ll lie curled up, and Kon will trace patterns on his arm or run his fingers through his greasy hair until Tim can resemble himself a bit more.
Tim never talks about those days—any of them. But Kon knows he’s thankful. He knows all of Tim’s tells, and despite how ugly some of them may be, he will never regret learning who Tim is when the masks come off.
