i can't keep going on like this. i can't keep staying silent and pretending to agree when the majority of the fanmedia i consume does not align with my headcanons. it is not my truth, and i must live my truth.
(disclaimer: i fucking love a good yearner!tim fic/hc/drabble/fanart. i'm a yearner and i like to project onto my blorbos. yearner!tim is a niche i greatly enjoy. i simply cannot truly see him this way. if you purposefully misinterpret this as me hating on yearner!tim headcanoners, i will bite your ass.)
this is my headcanoning, fanfic-authoring, canon-hating truth:
tim drake is not a yearner.
he's a fucking idiot.
that man is not a yearner. he is an intellectualizer. he will run fucking laps around himself to justify his feelings as coincidental and circumstantial and not even realize he's doing it. he doesn't sit around sighing and wondering if someone likes him back because he doesn't even fucking know he likes them in the first place. he doesn't have a single clue when he has a crush until they ask him out or kiss him, at which point he goes "oh shit. this is a thing that's happening."
after being asked out/kissed and realizing his feelings? if those events somehow don't lead to him becoming involved with the person, then sure. he yearns a little. but he shuts it out and pretends it's not happening. he doesn't let it consume him. he has shit to do that doesn't involve dramatically staring out a window and daydreaming about his crush.
all this to say, he is a grade-a idiot. a truly cringefail dumbass. he is completely oblivious to any emotion happening inside him until someone smacks him across the face and forces him to acknowledge that he has feelings. and even then? he might just keep denying it.
this is me speaking out. this is me speaking my truth. i cannot stay silent any longer. i must be true to myself.
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TimBerKonBart would be so fun because I'm imagining Bernard being his weird self and going into sewers, abandoned buildings and generally dangerous places to investigate a Gotham conspiracy he has and Tim, Kon and Bart take turns keeping their insane civilian boyfriend safe from harm.
Kon texting Tim and Bart: Have you guys seen Bear today?
Bart: No :(((
Tim: Just checked his YouTube channel. He's streaming while exploring Arkham Asylum again and currently being chased by a Manbat. Can one of you guys get over there
Bart: Already there
Kon: Damn I was just about to head over
Bart: He's gonna make me a jalapano, pepperoni, black olive pizza cause I saved him :D :D
Fandom: DC (specifically Batman, may tag as either or both)
Medium: Fanfic
Prompt: Mittens
Summary: Tim always has cold hands and enjoys teasing people with them. His partners have various ways of fixing that.
@fluff-cember
Tim always had cold hands.
Always.
It didnât matter if it was the middle of a heat wave in summer, if he had been working out, if he had just taken something out of the ovenâ his hands felt like ice.
Sometimes it was actually nice, like when Damian had a fever not too long after the two had started trying to make amends. It was pretty much the only reason Tim was allowed anywhere near him, and it was the first time Damian had allowed Tim to have any sort of physical contact with him. Timâs icy cold hands provided some much needed relief (and the fever had weakened the younger boy enough that there was less chance of Tim getting stabbed).
Other times though, like for the entirety of his polyculeâs formation, it was downright torturous.
Bernard flipped pancakes onto the floor one morning after Timâs hands sent shivers up his torso while he was standing at the stove.
Bart let out a blood-curdling scream while they were cuddling one night, Timâs hands snaking their way up his shirt.
Kon accidentally burnt a hole in their wall after Tim snuck up behind him and place his palms over Konâs cheeks. Tim straight up laughed after that one, the slightly creepy giggle that reminded them all why Robin was actually feared among the criminals of Gotham.
One day, Kon decided that he and everyone else had had enough. âThatâs it,â he declared. âI love him, but Iâm pulling out the big guns.â
âThe big gunsâ being calling Ma Kent and asking her how to knit.
For the next several weeks, each member took turns sneaking off to the Kent farm for knitting lessons while the others distracted their almost cold-blooded counterpart. Eventually, everyone had their own set of (admittedly shabby) mittens.
The next time Tim went to place his hands on Kon, Bart zipped over. Tim stared at his hands which were now covered in bright yellow mittens. He then stared at his partner.
Bart grinned. âNo more ice cubes, bird boy.â
Tim wriggled his fingers inside the mittens, still looking painfully perplexed. âWhen did you learn how to knit, Imp?â
âThe future.â
âSureâŠâ
Bart zipped off again before he could question him more.
âAre my hands really that cold?â Tim asked.
Kon huffed. âJust keep them on.â
The next day, as Tim was leaning in for a kiss, Bernard placed his own hands on Timâs chest and whispered, âWait.â
Tim pulled back. âOkay. Sorry, was that too much at once or?â
Bernardâs reassuring smile gave Tim butterflies. âNo, no, youâre all good, sweetheart. I just wanted to do thisâŠâ
Bernard pulled out a pair of bright red mittens and plunked them over Timâs hands. Tim stared in disbelief.
âHoney bear, I love you. Doesnât this kind of take you out of the moment?â
âYou know what takes me out of the moment? Being toasty warm until your Elsa hands try to hold my neck, and instead of enjoying you Iâm left trying not to squeal.â
Timâs face turned the same shade of red as the mittens. âJeez, is it that bad?â
âAll fixed now. Want to continue?â
They did, though Tim still felt awkward making out with his boyfriend while wearing mittens. Bernard only felt relief.
The next time Tim went to hold hands with Bart, the speedster ran off. Tim was miffed until the boy came back with Kon, but went back to it as Kon shoved a pair of bright blue mittens on his hands.
âBart wants to hold hands with you when they arenât ice cubes. This has been a Kon-el airlines announcement.â
Kon saluted and then flew back to wherever heâd been. Bart took Timâs now-mittened hand.
âMuch better.â
Tim groaned. âSo how long have you guys been working on this so-called solution to me having cold hands?â
âWell, remember when Bernard needed a ride out to Kansas?â
Timâs eyes narrowed. âMartha.â
âThatâs Ma Kent to you. We are gonna train the warmth back into those hands of yours if we have to.â
âOh my god.â
It continued like that, the boys each pulling out their mittens any time Tim reached for them. Well, almost any time. It was already awkward enough that they demanded it while making out and cuddling, but they negotiated the mittens for⊠other things.
Besides that, though, Tim found himself getting rather attached. The blue ones were like Konâs eyes. The red reminded him of Bernard, since that was also his favorite color. The yellow made him see Bartâs speed trail that always came after Bart came running for him.
And since he always had cold hands, and almost always had them on, he always had his partners with him wherever he was.
HIIIIIIII I JUST SAW UR REBLOG OF ME SPREADING THE TIMBERKONBART GOSPEL AND I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE SOME FIC RECS PLEASEđđđđđi have genuinely only found one fic of them and absolutely no fanart and it makes me so so so sad
I GOT YOU!! Okay, so there only like 32 fanfiction on ao3 and like half of it is written by one author (they are a real one fr)
This is Sunflower124's TimBerKonBart one shot series! Literally all of this is perfection, I love all of it.
A Piece Offering by Kittens Of Ash
All My Thoughts Of You by 4_the_tainted_sorrow_21
i stay up all night / tell myself i'm alright by Fairygothmother
Don't Forget Me by TheologyDiscography
Hickey by PompomTheGhost
And a bonus TimBerBart that's sadly konless but still SO CUTE: Two Legs, Two Tails by PompomTheGhost
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shipping Bernard with everyone I also ship Tim with. Because theyre boyfriends and they do everything together, including doing Tim's friends)teammates.
Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!
(i wasn't tagged, i just wanna play)
1. playing the part (isn't so miserable with you): frank/matt, au - multiverse, undercover as married
âGod fuckinâ damn it, Red!â Frank grunts, jutting his gun to swing the hilt against Daredevilâs chin.
2. i dont know who i used to be: scott/waren, scott/logan, au - 1800s, falling in love, mail order bride
Scottâs shoes had holes in them that made his bloody socks visible. Despite that he kept on walking. No amount of pain was enough to make him turn back to where he came from.
3. im pretty sure im the only guy he's hooked up with tonight: scott/logan, camping, aphrodisiac, drug use
"What's that?" Scott asks, and his question is probably fucking stupid.
4. i wish it was summer: scott/warren, college au, hanahaki au
âItâs bullshit,â Warren says to Jean as she helps him carry his bags to the dorm room. âI had my own apartment for so long and now Iâm just another co-ed.â
5. one of us is always leaving: scott/logan, break up
âAnd you think thisâll stop me from going?â
6. cocaine jesus: tim/bart/kon/bernard, substance abuse, au - no capes, tim drake has a plan
Tim Drake taps the sole of his loose sneaker against the concrete ground. His friends had been talking about their Super Sweet Welcome Home Party the entire time that Tim had been gone. He smiles to himself, letting the way the breeze blows through his hair take him. Heâs so gone he feels like heâs still on the plane. Actually flying must feel like pure joy- happiness to feel so utterly free and floating. He thinks heâd be great at flying.
7. he's kinda hot though: jason/roy/clark, 5+1, getting together
âYâknow,â Roy slurs, 5 shots and three beers deep, âI hear Superman is really quick to anger.â
8. i'll remember you in the '88 ford: scott/logan, hanukkah
Logan wakes up to an empty bed, and at first that doesnât even register as odd to him. He hates to admit it, but he never expects any warmth next to him.
9. gnaw your way through: tim/jason, tight spaces, mission gone wrong, panic attacks
âQuick, in here!â Tim whispers, grabbing Jasonâs arm and pushing him into a metal locker.
10. im paranoid of things i cant avoid: scott/logan, autumn festival, lost in a corn maze
Scott was frustrated. Heâd mapped the entire corn maze before they entered, and he knew the exact route to exit.
conclusions:
- i start with dialogue mostly, though it's always something character driven (_ does this/_ says this)
tagging:
@voiid-vagabond @maple-syrup-drinker and anybody who sees this! no pressure to play but tag me if u do so i see it!!
