#timkon imagine

[fragcc]

I want a Timkon ex-boyfriends AU in which they mutually broke up because their hero jobs always came as a priority, and they slowly but steadily neglected their love.

However, they also mutually didn't move on from their break-up. It occurred that, just a few months after they fell apart, they inevitably gravitated towards each other and tumbled into bed again. From then on, they decided that, well, they could be friends with benefits. There would be no commitment and responsibilities as it would if they dated, but they could still hold each other like they both craved. Tim could get railed through the mattress like there was no tomorrow just like he loves to, and Kon could go back to his favorite sport of ruining Tim until he couldn't even think.

They just didn't expect they would also be mutually pining for each other during the afterward cuddles.

So what I'm saying is: timkon agreeing to be fuckbuddies because they desperately want to be together but are too scared of losing each other if they date and it goes wrong, only for both of them to grow even more miserable because they can still fuck but can't go back to loving each other :(

[axiliern]

some various timkons 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

ft me playing with them like toys

[mintaikkcorpse]

Shipping is so fun, like what do you MEAN when the horrors of the series become too much I can instead focus all my time and energy on obsessing over two losers and their cute moments and ignoring the suffering that they face in canon and imagine them in various situations instead?! That's literally God's gift to Earth.

[frownyalfred]

Tim/Kon being a peak ship except every few days they realize they’re acting too much like Bruce and Clark and have to ditch the relationship until they can look at each other again without flinching.

[shortnsweetsposts]

Tim: I think I'm bi.

Stephanie: Which one?

Tim: What do you mean?

Bat!reader: Bisexual, bilingual, bipolar?

Damian: I know.

Damian: A bitch.

[goldfishinaplasticbag]

stuck in the tenth circle of hell (headshot-only artblock). go my tim drake

[hyperblue]

dick once took a photo of tim softly rocking his clone baby in his arms on one of those sleepless nights and when he showed it to him tim had to take a moment to restart his brain because he remembered a very similar looking photo of him with his mom

[robinvomit]

[ pretty boy. ] + for baby bat 🦇💙

you never meant to doze off, not in the middle of the living room floor - you really didn't. you're just closing your eyes for a second, breathing through the last mental checklist of the night. there was always one more thing. one more load of laundry, one reply, one unread message, one minor chore that was keeping you fighting to stay awake. you aren't even sure when you slipped out, just that you were being brought back by the warmth of someone touching your jaw.

"stop thinking," tim says quietly - gentler than his usual flat, dry tone. it's not an order but you wish your body took it as one; not thinking was easier said than done. his hand stays close, smoothing his thumb along the apple of your cheek.

kon's already dropped behind you, legs stretched at your sides as his chin hooks over your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. "hey," he mumbles, clearly amused, "if you pass out mid text again, i'm sending it. i don't care if it's just random letters, they'll get the point."

you try to protest but it's futile. you try to get up and tim raises a brow while kon gently drags you back down and into his lap, arms locked around you.

"you don't need to earn rest, you know.." tim says, and any other time, those words coming from him would make you laugh. "you're not going to suddenly stop being our capable pretty boy just because you close your eyes."

"before you disagree, you are our pretty boy," kon adds helpfully, nuzzling into your neck. "like.. painfully pretty. kind of ridiculous, if i'm honest. ten out of ten, would definitely recommend. needs sleep though."

you grumbled something incoherent, barely awake now but tim leans forward press a kiss to your temple.

"we're taking you to bed," he whispers. "just rest.. the world isn't going to end."

[arunneronthird]

drying ur friend who on all levels except physical is a wet cat

[mamawasatesttube]

my ideal timkon don't get together until they've both already done some queer realizations and dated other guys a little bit, in part because on tim's end, i think he's been in love with kon since he was 17, but at 17 tim didn't even know he was bisexual, forget anything else. and his feelings for kon were so big but also so constant that he didn't even realize they were there or significant because they've always been there and been huge. for years. so he putters along and does his time in the torment nexus (the closet) and languishes a bit but slowly starts to figure it out.

meanwhile kon dates someone, mostly like omg im dating a guy this is ALLOWED !??!?! and its pretty lowkey and casual and doesnt last bc like . super identity issues, right. kon would Never just tell someone, but secrets and casual relationships dont last long etc etc. but just the entire principle of kon dating someone and then being like yeah idk im not really feeling it like hes nice and all but i think hes more interested in like… yknow, my hot bod, than me. its whatever tho. and tim just being SOOOOO mad that someone would date kon and not absolutely adore him. tim will not be unpacking why hes so mad about kon having a shitty boyfriend. obviously its just bc kons his bestie and deserves better. (😶)

so he's just grouchily tinkering on some upgrade for his car to get the grumpy energies out. like WHATEVER! (angrily turns socket wrench) he's not saying kon should dump the guy or anything (angrily turns socket wrench) but he's just SAYING, kon can do BETTER!!!!! (angrily turns socket wrench) and kon DESERVES better!!! kon deserves someone who will treat him RIGHT!!!!! (angrily turns socket wrench) like if TIM was gonna fuck kon he wouldn't do it like a goddamn quickie and just fucking leave (angrily grabs the next size socket and scoots further under the car) like kon OBVIOUSLY doesn't like that so why won't this guy GET THAT!!!! (angry tinkering noises) if he's that shallow he can go find himself a sexy body pillow to screw!!! leave kon alone!!!!

and cassie sitting on a chair nearby is just like. sorry what was that? "if i was gonna fuck kon"? did you just say--hey tim? hey. can you go back a step?

and tim's just. obviously this is a hypothetical everyone considers about kon. look at him he's . you know. besides, tim's just talking as his best friend who wants the best for him! ugh stop trying to read into it cassie, that's not the POINT--

[somepinkthing]

Something something tim drake who has never been put first by anyone he's ever loved in his life being told he is not only kon's first but also his only robin..... for the only thing that kon cared abt to be the fact that tim felt wanted and treasured and important to someone....., that he didn't give a damn about how other ppl might feel about what he just said....... esp knowing that he literally had his home and title and dad ripped from him in the last year......

[sophiasrant]

character who likes being bitten x character who likes to be scratched

[whoahtherebats]

Timkon clone baby au

So you guys know that TikTok sound that goes

“How do I look Mei mei?”

“So beautiful mama”

And then the song goes sad. WELL imagine that Tim did his thing and made a successful clone who looks a LOT more like Kon than Tim, and all Tim can see whenever he looks at the kid is Kon. Like the angst potential is immaculate. All this is obviously before Kon comes back, or depending on your au he doesn’t at all. But I need someone to do this here

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

There is a weight in this heart of mine (and it leaves space for nothing else)

and I will do the best I can, with the little that I know - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader (gn) x conner kent (no use of y/n)

length: 1.5k

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: plot lol, intrigue suspense, not a lot don't get too excited, anyway sometimes there are things in the past that you don't want to drag up, and the people you love just get it

a/n: yippie a fic sdfghjkl;

"Is he asleep?" Kon's voice, quiet in a hushed sort of way, still feels a bit too loud in the apartment. The movie on the television is turned down so low that it's almost silent, and there's only the constant, dull rumble of the city outside to really fill the space.

"Yea," you respond in your own whisper, eyeing the way that Tim sits slumped over against the arm of the couch, his shoulders rising and falling in gentle breaths. 

"Should we wake him up? That can't be comfortable," Kon prompts, concern tugging at his features as you glance at him fondly. 

"No, let him sleep - god knows he doesn't get enough. If he's still out by the time the movie's over, we can wake him," you say softly, reaching to tug the blanket ever so gently across Tim's lap. You think that's it - that's the end of this, and you wait for a hushed silence to wrap back around you as you focus your attention back on the television. But Kon's staring at you still, and it makes you glance at him with fond confusion.

"What?"

"I'm just wondering, is all," he muses quietly. You cock your head to the side.

"Anything you want to share with the class?"

"…I don't think I'm the one who has something to share," he says cautiously, and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Who does, then?" you counter, and Kon trails his fingers up and down your arm where he has his own slung across the back of the couch in a soothing sort of way.

"I'm just saying," he begins carefully, like he knows that he's stepping into something unsure - like he knows that this is something different. "That… if something was bothering you, you could tell us. And maybe we could help you."

"There's nothing I need help with," you say with a frown, a bit caught off guard by it all - caught unawares by the feeling of being backed into a corner in the comfort of your own home.

"I know you don't need help, babe," Kon snorts, earns a gentle shush from you as Tim mumbles in his sleep and buries himself further under the blanket. "But you can still… You can want things you don't need. You can say yes to things you don't need."

"No, I - I know that," you say with a sigh, squeezing Kon's thigh gently in what you hope is a comforting sort of gesture, although you're not sure which one of you it's really supposed to be for. "I mean, I don't… there's nothing going on. There's nothing right now to help with. I don't know what you think's happening."

"I don't think anything," he insists, raising his hands up in surrender. "You just… I dunno, you seem like something's been on your mind lately."

"I've just been busy," you counter.

"Right, with S.T.A.R. Labs," he says dryly. You sigh.

"Kon…"

"I know, I know," he begins. "I just… I don't like the idea of them poking and prodding at you like that."

"There's really not a lot of either. It's just scans and tests and… it's just science," you explain, a tired subject that the two of you have circled time and time again. "That's what S.T.A.R. Labs does. They figure out metas like me - and you. It's all voluntary."

"I just… don't want anything bad to happen to you," Kon says, a gentleness in his voice that makes you soften.

"Bad things are always going to happen. But not there - and not here. Ok?" He hums at your words, a reluctant sort of agreement as the credits of whatever film you'd had on begin to roll across the television screen. You blink at the sight, glance over toward Tim's still-sleeping figure.

"We should take him to bed," you murmur, and Kon pats your thigh reassuringly before standing up. 

"I got him," he says. It's incredible, you think, how much gentleness he's able to put into those hands of his. It's a wonder, you believe, that he has it in him despite the anger that he was grown with.

You go ahead," you offer quietly. "I'll… I'm gonna clean up out here first. I'll come to bed later." He sort of doesn't believe you - you know he doesn't, you can see it in the hesitant turn of his body. But Tim murmurs something in his sleep, tilting his head further into Kon's shoulder, and the weight he's currently carrying wins out against the weight that he's trying to make space for. 

You suppose, in the silence of your home after the two of them disappear down the hallway, that that's the way it always goes.

It's several hours later that Tim slides open the balcony door quietly and narrows his eyes at the way you sit lazily on the bench out there.

"You never came to bed," he says pointedly, a gentle sort of accusation in his tone. You stiffen as if it were much more hateful than it really is.

"I'm just not tired, Timmy. You should still be asleep."

"Well, I fell asleep on the couch like an 80-year-old, so I'm kinda wired now," he points out, sitting next to you and settling in. 

"And Kon?" you ask.

"Snoring," he offers. You can't help but roll your eyes at that, affection making its home in your ribcage at the thought. Somewhere beneath the two of you, a couple wanders down the sidewalk and their laughter floats up in the breeze toward your balcony. Tim's watching you, you know, eyeing you in a way that makes you want ot shift and hide away. But you stay steady - sturdy under the weight of it, under the decision not to buckle.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he offers finally, an olive branch of sorts. You fix him with a look.

"About what?"

"Whatever it is you've been so worried about lately." There's nothing firm in his voice, no push or demand. It's just love, soft and constant and steady. You sniff indignantly.

"I don't know why you two think there's something going on. I'm not keeping any secrets," you insist, digging your heels in. Tim's eyes narrow just a bit.

"I didn't say you were," he says, and it feels a bit like getting caught in a web. "But if you are… You don't have to." You look away from him, then, as if you could run away from it all somehow - as if you could untangle yourself from the love that you now call home. Tim sits patiently through it all, his arm slung over the back of the bench as he stares out at the sprawling streets of Metropolis below.

"Do you think, um…" you trail off, biting the inside of your cheek as you stumble over it all.

"Sometimes, yea," he offers. Your scathing look does nothing but make him laugh.

"Do you think people can change?" you blurt out, and his laughter dies down as he glances at you, concern flitting over his features. 

"Sometimes," he says hesitantly.

"You're lying," you call out instantly. He stays quiet for a minute, his lips pressed together as he looks up toward the empty sky, the stars blocked out by the shining lights of the city.

"Not really," he admits. "I sort of think we're stuck with whatever we came into this world as. A lot of us try to run away from it, I guess. But you can't… I don't know," Tim trails off, and the hardened look that passes over his face reminds you, in a guilty sort of way, of the face that Batman always wears when he feels the weight of the world.

"Yea," you agree in a murmur, something dull and weighty settling in your chest, taking root in your heart. "I guess none of us really get away from it in the end." Tim looks at you, then - a startled sort of guilt making itself known in his expression. 

"Love, I -"

"It's ok -"

No," he says firmly. "I just… whatever this is that you're dragging around, I - you've gotta tell someone. I hope it's us… I want it to be us. But if it's no one, then -" he cuts himself off, then, so painfully aware of when he's pushing too much. Your shoulders bunch as you look away from him, staring out toward the endless sky, instead.

"There's nothing going on that I can't handle," you say firmly.

"Ok," he says gently, a kindness in his voice that you're not sure belongs there. "But when you realize you're wrong… let me know."

"And until then?" you ask quietly. He just shrugs, squeezing his arm around your shoulders.

"Just this," he offers. "Always this." There's a patience in him, you think, that you don't deserve - a love in both of them that feels out of place. But it's constant, steady and reliable as Tim runs his fingers up and down your arm, and you think that maybe, for now, you can believe in promises like always.

[shortnsweetsposts]

*Tim smiling while texting*

Bat!reader: What are you doing?

Tim: *Stopped to look at bat!reader* Texting?

Bat!reader: Texting who?

Tim: My brother...?

Bat!reader:

[oookaline]

just thinking scary dog priviledge but its tim x kon vs red robin x superboy ig

like in civvies scary dog priviledge goes to Kon when someone is being just a bit too friendly with the Wayne kid

Or when he and Tim go to get some coffee and the bartender slips her number onto tims cup who gets picked up by Kon and thrown across the room in such a speed that you blink you miss but- is that coffee running down the window..?

Or in galas where Tim is charming some old ladies and entertaining their grandkids when suddenly they seem nervous for some reason so Tim turns around to see Kon standing behind him with the biggest smile ever just to turn back around and see that the girl/boy who was so willingly flirting with him earlier has gone pale and gave a quick goodbye, "Human disaster strikes again and fumbles badly-" "Shut it Meatsack-"

Or just walking in general, when Tim Drake isn't Tim Drake-Wayne and he doesnt have to wear gala smiles and expensive three piece suits so he's bundles in a hoodie and hunched and cluching his messenger bag like his lifeline depends on it; but to a passerby all they see is tired cat™ Tim Drake who looks delectable and- is that a monster behind him? (It's Kon who's making himseelf taller and puffing his muscles and making sure to hold intensive eye contact with every passerby who looks in Tim's direction with some kind of interest)

But when if their supersonas? Tim takes the scary dog priviledge to a new level.

They just saved some people from a collapsed building and some person is draping themselves all over superboy and exaggerating their hurt ankle. How do we know they're exaggerating? Well, purelly because Red Robin just appeared out of nowhere and slammed the head of his bo staff so hard on the ground near them that it made cracks on the concrete while makingg the pperson jump up and scurry away as well, ankle suddenly fine enough to move again. Red's excuse? "Oops. bug."

Patrolling toguether one night and people are asking for superboy's phottos and autographs and he laughs and smilles and poses and people question why he's alone while laughing and brushing their hands against his arms and he just cocks his head "alone?" and a presence is suddenly felt in the alley nearby and if you focus just enough you can see the outline of someone who absolutely looks and feels like they're planning a murder and everyone just respectfully tales a step back because what the fuck.

Or when they're either talking with new heroes/heroes who don't know them well and just get a bit too close to Kon and suddenly they feel a murderous aura around them just to look around and see Red Robin just staring them down with no smile on his face and they frown because surely this feeling is not becaause I feel threatened by a human out of all-