-ous, in a Word, is You
Title: –ous, in a Word, is You
Snippet: He looked that word up, specific to Tim. Once.
GUYS, GUYS LOOK. I WROTE SOMETHING THAT IS LIKE LONG AND GOOD. I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF.
So this is for Lys because I was well on my way to 3k of baby’s JayTim bunny and I was getting frustrated with it. So here is a KonTim. IT HAS A HAPPYHAPPY ENDING TOO. DO YOU GUYS REALIZE HOW HARD THAT IS FOR ME? *sobs in happiness*
Title: Nothing’s Ever Gonna Stop Us Now
Verse: none, prompt for Lys
Characters/Pairings: Tim, Kon, mentions of Dick and Jason and maybe two others idremember; TimKon or KonTim whichever
Rating: PG13? Idk I forget how to rate things
Excerpt: Truthfully, it was Dick who made him come. He talked for days, bugging Tim until he promised he’d go - he wasn’t planning on it.
OH MY GOD SO CUTE OH MY GOD BABI
Title: World Other Side
Notes: Thank you to Aimee as always <3 For some mood music, try Bear McCreary - Forgiven
Word Count: 2,880
Never in his entire life, as short as it had been comparatively speaking, had he ever felt such a mess of emotions. Tim felt like a badly stitched piece of cloth, hanging on by a loose thread and just one good pull away from falling into tatters on the floor.
i’m sorry i can’t hear you over the sound of MY FEELINGS
Title: Family, Part 3
Fandom: Batman fusion with Young Justice Cartoon.
Pairing: KonTim and SuperRobin (?)
Warning: I had to switch the order of the Robins making Tim the First Robin, Jason the Second and Dick the third for this to work. You can all read the first part here and second part here.
Author’s Notes: Wow, this deffinitely took a lot longer than I thought, yet I couldn’t post until I was absolutely sure about the chapter - this IS one of my oldest babies after all. I have Chiaroscuro in the works as well because… why not? And I feel like writing old Au’s for the hell of it so, this might be the best time to prompt, guys.
It takes almost four hours to calm Kon enough not to give his so-called ‘younger brother’ a heart attack with his cuddles and cooing because, hell, his baby bro is so cute and his eyes are so wide and isn’t he the best?
Tim just stares at them, an eyebrow raised, while shaking his head and reasoning with his best friend that his comments are not valid considering Superboy looks like him and therefore, is not cute.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH MY FEELINGS
Title: He’s Got The Look
Notes: Just an idea that popped up mid conversation between Lys, Aimee and myself.
Word Count: 1,868
There was that look again. Kon eyed Tim warily, discreetly beginning to edge his chair away from his boyfriend the longer that contemplative look in his eyes stayed. He’d seen that look on Tim’s face enough times to know what it meant and what it bode - nothing good for the person it was directed at. And as it just so happened, he was the one receiving it.
Pairings: Bruce/Tim, Damian/Tim, Dick/Tim, Jason/Tim, Kon/Tim, Ra’s/Tim
Dedication: TO AVA, HAPPY BIRFDAY BB
1. Ice Plant
Their eyes meet and they’ve both forgotten how to breathe. Air fills and freezes their crystal organs, wind whistles through the cracks in their facades – threatening to bring them to their knees. Gravity taunts them and threatens their heartbeats to plummet without a sound.
Title: The Broken Halleujah
Notes: A sequel to Halloween 20XX. Timeline for Supernatural is a few days after ‘Folsom City Blues’. Remember that this is ten years after Infinite Crisis. Warnings for blood and description of a dead body and main character death.
Walking into the trendy looking cafe, Kon hovered uncertainly at the entrance. Blue eyes roamed the view in front of him, darting from one table and face to the next, wishing desperately that he had at least asked for some kind of description in order to recognize the men he was supposed to be meeting.
“Kon!” Tim sounds so horrified that Kon drops his half opened candy apple, jumps into the air, and has his heat vision ready to fry whatever is causing his boyfriend such distress.
He’s half ready for ninja to come popping out the shadows when Tim continues – “You didn’t even check it first.”
Kon blinks, tilting his head in confusion as his feet touch the ground again, “Check what first?”
Tim glares at the fallen candied apple, “There could have been razors in that.”
“Razors.” Kon repeats. “Dude. I know you’re paranoid – but isn’t that a little extreme?”
“Have you never seen a Halloween school special?” Tim picks the apple up, grimacing before tossing into the trash can. “Everyone knows you check your candy before you eat it. It’s common sense.”
“Uh, no, it’s paranoia, and no one checks their candy. No one. Dude, I bet Nightwing doesn’t even check his candy. Or the Flash. Or Clark.”
Tim gives him a flat look that clearly says what he thinks on that. Kon sighs. “If I x-ray vision the things would you calm your feathers down, Rob? Or are you going to take these down to your cave and run a bazillion tests on them there?”
“I’ll settle with the x-ray.” Tim says, like what Kon said wasn’t a joke. “And I’m from Gotham. It’s a completely reasonable fear of finding razors or poison or drugs in candy.”
Kon laughs, taking Tim’s bag of candy from his hands, pecking his Robin on the nose, “And that’s why I flew you to Kansas. The only thing remotely threatening here was the way you keep glaring at the deep fried cheesecake stands at the fair.”
Tim sniffs, small smile tugging at his lips, “Someday I’m going to get you to eat less fried things.”
As Kon takes a glance at the bags of candy he smiles, “And someday I’m going to get you to eat a deep fried pizza. If only so I can laugh at your expression afterwards.”
“And someday a certain someone won’t be getting the access codes to bypass Manor security and the window locks on my room.” Tim takes the bag back, setting it down on the coffee table, “You better have been thorough on these, they are going to charity after all.”
“I don’t half ass anything, dude.” Kon plops down on the floor, tugging Tim to sit down next to him. “Now stop being such a spoil sport and enjoy some of this sugar with me.”
Title: 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101
- Have you read the second story in ‘Non Tea Room’? This is basically a retelling of that. What is originality?
Something I don’t have.
- Stand alone AU alert.
- HUGE thanks to Aimee for all her help. She’s an angel I swear.
- Long fic is long. 10,803 words.
In the midst of all the white, chrome and plastic skin coating metal skeletons, the only splash of color present was his workmate’s blue eyes. That and the occasional shock of dark hair that would rebelliously peek out from underneath his standard issue white skullcap.
The job that they did was difficult. It was challenging. It required all of their attention. Attention that he was sadly lacking because it kept wandering over to watch the ‘doll’ who was his only work colleague and had dropped his apparatus twice so far.
OH MY GOD
I DON’T THINK
I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a KonTim fic this much. Like. Holy shit. This just makes me feel so satisfied and ahhhhhhhh.
I just want to lie down and soak this fic in just omg.
Meeya this is sooooo beautiful.
wibblety asked you:
Timmy follows everyone else’s orders fine, but whenever Kon leads a mission, Tim talks back and argues and Kon is completely clueless as to why until Dick comes along and explains it to him (aka, Timmy has a crush and being a jerk about it)?
Verse: Young Justice: Invasion (not Ryssa!verse)
Summary: He doesn’t understand what he’s doing wrong—Nightwing was never this difficult.
But it started out so well.
Title: Hiding Your Heart
Notes: A companion, sequel piece thingie to Could, Couldn’t, Should, Shouldn’t by Hearts
I could love you, Kon thinks to himself, watching Tim as he walks up to him.
OH my god. Meeya you took my shit writing and turned it into something beautiful how did you do that you magical unicorn fairy pixie creature.
Title: Could, Couldn’t, Should, Shouldn’t
Snippet: Once upon a time, Tim had a heart capable of loving.
This would just be shameless fluff. Everywhere. Fluff everywhere. Fluff in your pockets, fluff in your hair, fluff in your fucking face everywhere.
Because Tim would be a clingy drunk and Kon would totally be a giggly drunk and Tim would be clinging to Kon and Kon would be just so amused by everything.
Tim would just curl up to Kon and attach like a koala/barnacle, do nothing but nuzzle Kon’s neck and purr or hum or whatever sounds drunk Tim’s make when they’re attached to Superboys.
And Kon would spend the entire evening being fascinated by everything, like-
“Tim, why do people have five fingers?” or-
“Hey, hey, hey- boop.” *boops Tim’s nose* *snerk*
It’d be adorable and cute and an excuse for all the cuddles in the world. o vo
Imagine your icon popping bubble wrap obsessively
what a nice post you have. it’d be a shame if it
got more notes than you expected
wait a fUCKINg SECONd
have you ever had a dream that was so vivid it stuck with you in the back of your mind for years?