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I always fall behind with these get lazy and dont update
Decied to just go in chronological order this time, out of yet more laziness
I can think of MANY place where your hands could go Tim. Kon might change his opinion then.
YES, I was pmsing and that makes me EXTRA mean.
I will reedit this yet. Scene from Perennial. I need to redraw Tim's arms to be holding his text books.
Asked to draw Gar in LS
OKAY, time for an excerpt. Teal spoils me with all these fanfics. I NEED to make her post them
“Beetle!” Tim yelled as Blue Beetle’s body fell. “Superboy!”
“I’m on it!” Kon swept down, scooping Jaime out of the air.
“NO! I meant-” Tim’s voice faded out. Kon felt a rush of things at once; there was a screaming pain in his shoulder, followed by a slow, spreading numbness. He felt the air give out from under him, knew he was falling but was powerless to stop it. He hit the ground, the wind knocked out of him, but he couldn’t cry out. He couldn’t move. His body felt heavy, almost drugged, and suddenly he was really very tired.
He saw Tim rush to him, felt his hands on his shoulder and saw his lips form his name. He wanted to say something, anything, to sooth that expressions. Tim’s pretty mouth was pinched with worry and if he could have moved his arms, Kon would have run his thumb along his bottom lip, would have felt as they turned into that scowling frown.
Then Tim was looking up, staring at something Kon couldn’t see. Not without turning his head. He tried, but his body wouldn’t listen. He was just so numb.
Tim’s expression was dark under the cowl, Kon could tell that much. He had gotten so good at reading him, after all. Tim’s mouth formed what looked like angry words and then he was standing, staff in hand, held out as a body rushed him. Kon could only catch some of the movements, and he fought against the numbness, against the poison in his blood.
Tim hit the ground in front of him, Blood straddling his hips. He was leaning over Tim and Kon strained to stand up, to move, to fight, to hear…just anything! He watched as Tim struggled, staff at his throat, watched as Blood lowered his mouth to Tim’s throat. Saliva dripped from his teeth onto the juncture of Tim’s shoulder, and Kon watched helplessly as he bit down, saw Tim’s body jerk and drop the staff.
Kon fought against his own body, against invisible bonds. He clenched his teeth and strained with everything he had. All at once he could hear, and he wished to God he couldn’t. The screams were deafening as Blood was ripping into Tim’s shoulder. He could hear the flesh being torn between his teeth, a sound like wet paper, pungent and pulpy. In his own head, Kon was shouting, beating against the sides of his skull with clenched fists. In his head, he was crying, reaching for the body that was inches from his own, blood running down his arm in rivulets, pooling in the hand he wanted more than anything to grasp. But he couldn’t. There was only this numbness, the exhaustion, and red. So very much red. And then suddenly…everything went blue.
Issue 1 of Teen Titans where Cassie an Tim are jerks to Bart. Who is being adorable.
This is what should have happened~
Coloured version over on my dA
Kon feeling guilty over his Luther spazz and breaking Timmy's arm.
Yeaaaahhhh EXACTLY what you think it is.
Yessss, he's got one of Kon's tees.
And I'm also still pmsing >___>
Dogs and their owners Tim, just deal with it.
Score one for Tim.
'Get down here'
'How 'bout you get *up* here?'
I imagine this is after Kon and Bart have died.
This is titled 'Dicks make everything better' because I'm utterly juvenile sometimes.
Tim loves Dick
*snickers*
And I had neglected Bart for a while, so he got some lovin'
A comment of 'you could grate cheese on those abs' popped up, I'm pretty sure it was courtesy of Teal
Then this happened.
From another part of Teal's story.
Kon wanted to shut his ears against it, to just choke on the lump that lodged in his throat. It all seemed so hopeless, and he began to wonder what he was looking for, to hope to find. If Tim was really…If he hadn’t…He wouldn’t be able to… He paused, something flicking in the back of his senses. So familiar. He listened again.
“Seriously, Dick, if you don’t stop hovering…”
Seconds. It took mere seconds for Kon to find the room, follow that voice. The seconds felt like an eternity, and Kon wondered if this was what Bart’s world felt like all the time; endlessly hazy and way too goddamn SLOW. The conversation was growing louder by the second, but he wasn’t listening, didn’t need to. He just let the voice guide him, wash over him in giddy waves as he looked through each door with super speed until-
There. Kon slammed on invisible breaks, feet tripping as he righted himself. It wasn’t eloquent or pretty, and it certainly wasn’t the type of entrance that people expected of a superhero. He was breathing hard, his hands gripping the doorframe so hard he was sure he was denting the steel, knew the door wouldn’t fit properly in it anymore. But none of this mattered. None of it. The floor could have collapsed beneath him; the walls could all explode; Lex Luthor could have walked up and hugged him with arms constructed of orphans and kryptonite, and none of it would have made any difference. There was only one thing in the world that mattered, one thing that held him upright, that drew air into his lungs; his entire existence at that moment consisted of those blue eyes.
Tim’s eyes were wide for no more than a second, blinked at Kon once, twice, and returned to normal. His lips parted, perhaps to speak, Kon wasn’t sure. He never found out as he closed the distance between them, so fast...too slow…and then Tim’s face was in his hands, tangible, real…alive. And Kon didn’t remember kissing him. The kiss was just a brush of lips, chaste and searching, and Kon kept his eyes open throughout it. He watched Tim’s lashes flutter as their foreheads dropped together.
“Hi,” Tim said, nibbling at a shy smile.
“Hi,” Kon answered back with a smile of his own.
“Gross.” Kon looked up to see Damian scowling, nose crinkled in a look of disgust. He turned to his guardian, gesturing. “I know I’m too young to see this.”
“Well….” Dick rubbed at the back of his neck, looking strategically at the wall.
“Yuck. I’m going to have nightmares about Drake and the clone sucking face,” Damian huffed, hands on his hips. “I think I need a psychiatrist.”
“I’ve been saying that for months.”
“Tim,” Dick scolded.
“Dick,” Tim shot back in the same tone, making Dick fight against a smile. “Seriously, why did you even bring him?”
And CD was there so we made it suitable to her tastes...>__>
(Centradragon on devart)
Bathtimmmeee. I have issues with you Tim...issuuuueeesss. Will fix this up later.
More issues. Sorry to gripe. I don't mind the concept, just wish I'd done it better.
Yep, 'Dirty Picture' by Taio Cruz and Ke$ha came on...and then this happened.
Up on dA. Lá Fhéile Phádraig Shona Díobh got Léir, no Teal I am not making things up.
I'm irish if you hadnt guessed.
Kon's determined...
...And always gets what he wants...
...except y'know, when he doesn't.
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