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Author: infectedscrew Fandom: DC: Batman Pairing: Dick Grayson/Tim Drake Rating: PG Summary: Getting personal stories from Tim Drake is like pulling teeth. Notes: Written for Kaciart & Heartslogos. Inspired by this.
Dick, you have your work cutout for you. But you are nothing if not stubborn.
OMG, this was just so precious.
The lead up; Tim rationalising his parents actions, you just find yourself wanting for him to resent them. Because they are undeserving of his teeny tiny trust.
Once he’d made the mistake of showing his parents a photo he’d gotten recently of Batman and the, then, Robin. His father had waved him away while his mother asked why he wasn’t studying.
This breaks my heart, because it’s not a mistake in the sense of ‘oh oops I’ve been caught out’. It’s him feeling like his pride in himself was misplaced and that he was wrong to feel it.
Poor babyyyy ;__;
*gives him all the medals*
He knew when people were hiding over when they just didn’t know how to speak.
I really love that line. And this is one of the reasons I adore the babbies; they just compliment eachother so nicely.
And you write that aspect of their relationship, whether as brothers or more, so perfect imo.
~I love how determined Dick is in this.
This is his personal little mission. And I kind of imagine Tim is aware that he’s up to soemthing, probably wouldnt realise what it was, would possibly misinterpret it for a whole 2 seconds before remembering who he’s thinking about.
Im also loving how Tim is so accepting of Dick’s snooping. He just lets him poke through his things, because, lets be honest. If Tim didn’t want him to, they wouldnt be within access.
Also, jumping back, I absolutely love the term ‘squirelling’ something away. Psshh as if Tim wasn’t cute enough already.
Tim paused in his work to look up and over at Dick. His face was nearly expressionless, but an edge of exhaustion lingered about his eyes. If he could, Dick would force Tim to sleep, even if it meant sitting on him.
I think this should happen, asap. C’mon, Dick, get on it….literally. But seriously, that is so cute ;w;
For a moment Tim looked curious. He took the paper from Dick and glanced it over. The curiosity died and he set the paper, face down, on the desk. “It’s just a test.”
Againnnn, this is so sad. ‘Nothing worth interest’ To think that this is how Tim sees his own achievements is just heartbreaking. And it’s not even low self esteem, its just this genuine belief that there is nothing worth mention in this.
Right now, Dick was using the skill to check Tim’s report card. Sure enough, everything boasted an A or, at the very least, a high B. It made Dick whistle, impressed.
“Whoa. That’s awesome.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Dick watched a faint pink cross Tim’s cheeks.
“Not really. They’re just grades. Can I have my computer back?”
Dick ignored him, still going through the class lists.
I like to think that anwhere there’s a B, there was probably something Bat related that affected his study/homework time. And Dick spotting a date for one and having it click in his head and quickly eyeing the rest and seeing they too are similar.
Tim blushing is just precious, Dick needs to illicit this response more and…vary the method. Make it into another experiment. Tim appreciates experiments….right?
No but really, I love how you’ve written this, just Dick’s excitement at how well Tim has done. And his interest in it. He’s throwing Tim right off balance.
There was an almost audible swallow on Tim’s part. He shook his head ever so slightly. “No, I don’t need to bother him with this. He’s got better things to deal with.”
That made Dick go ram-rod straight. He looked down at Tim, face so close to a glare (frankly, it made Tim a little nervous). “Tim, this is important stuff. Your grades are amazing. I’m sure he’d be pleased to see them.”
Tim shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
This…THIIISSS, I have 2 theories on Tim’s nervousness.
One is that he’s fearing that Dick is finally realising that this is nothing to be excited about. And that Bruce, in turn, will be bothered by the intrusion for something so unimportant.
Or that this is being jotted away into the little notebook in Tim’s head, and Dick telling Bruce might ruin it for him, break this spell where he means so much to these people that they care about what he does.
But you are special, Timmy.
“Whatever you want is fine,” Tim answered.
Dick didn’t sigh, not really. He knew Tim’s favorite was pineapple and ham. He’d order that, even if his favorite was plain old cheese.
Poor Tim, he really just adapts himself to suit other peoples needs.
I love that Dick didn’t push him, Take it one small victory at a time. Don’t make him shy away.
I also like to think of this pizza as an excuse for Dick to sit as close to Tim as possible so he can pick the toppings off his slice and put them on Tims…or better still…FEED THEM TO HIM 8DDD
This was so so cute ;w;
Thank you for taking the time to write it! I love your fics so so much.
Tim is fully aware of just how much this is annoying Dick. Dick quite obviously did something to irritate Tim earlier and this is payback.
I adore how petulant Dick looks, the side-eye he’s giving Tim and his furrowed brows. It’s so wonderfully expressive and that hand lingering threateningly on the lid of the laptop. Tim will call your bluff, Dick, and you will cave.
I like Tim’s hand holding it just incase Dick decides for the more impetuous decision. And his expression is just so gentle and calm, he likes having Dick so close, and perhaps that was the point ot ignoring him. To ensure Dick would come and drape himself all over Tim.
This is really pretty and I love the glow from the screen and the highlights ig gives to their faces.
Flu-sick Jason is my new favorite thing. Sob. Boys, please stop breaking my heart.
It’s like a cape sandwich.
Seriously tho ;w; I cannot tear my eyes away from Bruce’s face. That expression is just the most beautiful thing. I cant even.
I just, it’s like…he’s pained. I can’t help but feel that this is around the time where Bruce realise that Jason may need more help than is possible for anyone to give him. Tho….sex might have helped Bruce - just sayin’ : T
But no, jokes aside. Its such a ‘I wish it could always be like this’ face. Like, if Bruce went to that kid, this would be his most cherished memory too. And the kid would be all ‘hang ooonnn’
I really am trying so hard to look at the rest of the picture but Bruce’s face…I could just keep talking about how much there is to it…but lets drag oursef away.
It’s so pretty I never said I was going far. I love the colour of it. God Bruce….why so handsome D:
Jasooonnnm you precious baby ;w; *poisons his food* stay sick forever bb. And Bruce…stay home forever and look after him.
The suits look fantastic and those folds in the cape are just stunning. And jesus, as if this isn’t heartbreaking enough, the smoke…mist…stuff reminding me that Jason…get back there and get that memory ;__________; Don’t worry…bruce will remind you of it late…in the afterglow >__>
The BG looks wonderful and the gradients and hrnnnnggg
I want to hear more of your opinions! They actually really open up my eyes to a lot of things I’d never noticed before. I just really respect how polite you are and in turn I want to learn how to be more polite.
Awww, thank you Tin. I think it’s more reservation than politeness. Though I was raised to appreciate everything I got so there’s that.
When I go to complain about anything. There’s always this doubt about whether I should or not so I generally wait till it’s gotten to a point where it’s annoying the shite out of me because it’s happened so many times. So I feel a bit more justified in saying it.
Like I would never mention it if it was a one time thing, because, there’s 5 lovely comments for each one of those. And it’s like those people who focus on the ONE SINGLE negative comment they got, when they have 20 charming ones. And I would hate to belittle people who send me wonderful messages.
Because I do appreciate them. I’m always very careful about what I say, even to my closest friends.
I remember one night I was really upset over something, and I was trying to explain it to Teal without being offensive so I kept rewriting sentences to the point where Teal said: "Are you doing that thing where you keep deleting what you’re saying??" "….yes."
And it’s kind of sad because the internet only lets you take things at face value, you never see the workings that lead to what you see in front of you.
i think people have too many expectations…while it is nice to have stories written based off pictures…that’s not really the artists intent when its drawn. For those who do write stuff based off pics…its because they were so inspired by the art
Yes exactly, and it is a nice feeling to have inspired someone. But I actually draw a lot of pairings that I’m not a huge fan of myself so, I mean, to get something written on those is like…well…I don’t like this pairing and I never read it but GOOD FOR YOU if you do.
That sounds horribly offensive but it’s not meant to be. What I mean is, if I was doing something as a gift to someone, I would make sure it was the pairing they liked, see if they had a particular genre they gravitated towards. And that would be my focus.
I like writing fic for your art not only because I get inspired, but because it’s my way of complimenting you. Most of the stories I wrote for your art are for you. (PS, you are the one who got me into soul-cest to begin with, so THANK YOU XD)
And it is a compliment! ♥ I do see it as a compliment and not only that but most of the stories you’ve written, are often ones where you’ve heard my headcannon on how i would see it going. In the stream or whatever. So you pretty much know what I want to see haha
LOL oh soulcest, yeah, I kinda did take that and shove it down your throat, metaphorically of course…not literally because…assault >__>
Commenting on a piece of fiction, but not giving the art credit is bad taste. And vice versa. I do know occasionally I can’t comment because I found a pic on your page and I can’t find it on my dash to hit the reply button, so I like it. :)
I agree. I mean, if the person’s commented earlier on the pic thats fiiinnee. I like to see that the people who wrote get some love too. I would never begrudge them, yet people would me.
I have no problem with people not commenting. If I wanted comments I could go back to dA. But I would rather not be irritated at the same time.
You always draw me the cutest, most adorable things. I can’t — even *flails*. I don’t deserve your drawings, but I love them so much!!!
I haven’t written you anything in a while, so take this Dick/Tim ficlet about the flu. I haven’t been very inspired to write lately, so this is probably really…
Oh ffffff PRO, I cant. I CANNOT.
This is just the most precious fic. I was giggling to myself as I read it.
Tim’s denial is just so cute and silly. ‘That’s allergies too’ I LOVED that. And Dick, the voice of reason. I love how concerned yet amused he is. Air quotes <3
Dick had turned his pillows, reshaped them so that his head was cushioned perfectly. He can sort of smell Dick’s cologne on the sheets and he turns his head so his nose is closer to the fabric of the pillow-case.
I LOVE that part so much. I just want to tuck the blankets up around Tim because he is the most precious of babies. ;w; And the cologne - it’s such a lovely little touch and Tim would totally notice because hes in love with Dick.
I love the difference in Tim’s inner voice after the time jump. He’s so loopy from the meds. And I don’t think there was a point in this story where I wasnt smiling. It just grew as it went on.
Dick calling Tim ‘buster’ OMG CUTEST. And the thought of Tim shuffling down to the cave in his quilt is just sickeningly cute.
“Tim, so help me I will nerve strike you, knock you out with bat-gas and then *tie* your limbs to your bed. Don’t test me, I’ve done this before!” Dick spins the chair Tim is perched on, his fingers typing on air now.
Another giggle, “Sounds fun… Can’t you do that while I’m not sick?”
Typing on air, just when I thought you couldnt get any cuter. TIM. STOP. ;w; I can’t handle it.
Also this part made me LAUGH. Poor Tim, this will be playing on his poor delirious mind for weeks. Or at least until Dick well…ties him to the bed 8DD
I just feel like pasting the whole fic back to you. ‘oh boy’ I can just hear Timmy’s tone of voice and it’s i know i need a new word the cutest ever…next to all the cutest things before this…
Tim feels that voice melt over him, over his two sweaters and flannel pants and scarf and quilt. It’s warmer than all of them. But still, “I don’t want to alarm you, Dick. But I think… the ceiling and the wall flip-flopped.”
“Nope.” Dick hooks Tim’s knees around his forearms and Tim has to hook his own arms around Dick’s neck.
He lets the world spin and swirl as Dick carries him up the stairs, “Be careful, anyway,” he says into Dick’s neck.
So, I wanted to be selective but everything here I love. My favourite line is probably ‘I dont want to alarm you…’ I’m smiling so hard typing this up because it’s so GODDAM adorable. And just, carrying him and his pile of blankets and sweaters ;______; why so freaking cute??
was looking through some magazines for my art assignment then saw this cute couple advertising walnuts
so here is tim and kon eating walnuts~
The air is cool, and Tim and Kon can feel the Autumn breeze blowing in though the barn. They’re sitting in the loft,on a couch, sharing walnuts. Mrs. Kent had given them a bowl and shooed them outside while she cleaned.
Kon had begged Tim to come see him Kansas, told him he was dying of boredom. He was surprised that it didn’t take too much convincing on his part. Tim just said sure with a small smile.
So now he’s here, with one arm on the back of the couch, and Tim’s leaning into him. He’s feeding Kon from the bowl, placing the walnuts into Kon’s mouth one at a time. They’re both laughing and smiling in amusement. Kon barely remembers the last time he heard Tim laugh like this.
He looks so happy. It makes Kon feel light, and warm. Tim grabs another walnut from the bowl, and places it gently into Kon’s mouth. Kon takes the chance to suck on the tips of Tim’s fingers. A blush rises to Tim’s face and he gasps. Kon smiles around the fingers and licks them playfully.
”Conner…” Tim says a little breathlessly.
Kon lets Tim take his fingers back and he leans closer to Tim. He presses his lips into Tim’s and it’s gentle and chaste. He watches as Tim’s eyelashes flutter. Kon licks his lips and thus he gets Tim’s lips wet too. Tim sighs into Kon’s lips and Kon takes the chance to kiss Tim properly.
He backs Tim up, pushing him onto his back, the bowl of walnuts crashes to floor, making a mess. Tim tries to stop the kiss, to clean up the mess, but Kon pulls him back and Tim surrenders.
They can clean up after.
AHHH ART YOU ACTUALLY DID IT ;__;
oh my god your writing is so beautiful and I loved every detail this is so perfect ahh
thank you for this lovely piece sldlfaskjd my heart is going to explode <3
Viviannn, this is just so gorgeous!
The colours are so beautiful and warm and I’m in love with the gradient on the wall behond them. It just looks so cozy and omg their faces. I’m at a loss for words, I cannot even begin to explain how much and why I love them. I’ll just stare some more….im sure that will help.
Kon’s mouth so perfect and their profiles and their noses and hair and and and everything ;w; This is just so stunning. I love how happy their faces are and I can just imagine Kon closing his eyes and waiting for the next walnut and Tim kissing him instead.
Fffff, theres just so much to love about it and I cant help but get kind of a spanish feel from the colours.
And ART, this is ADORABLE! A wonderful ficlet to accompany this gorgeous picture. It’s so nice to read happy Tim too and you just made him so precious here. The kiss was so cute ;w;
Sighing Tim, be still my heart, fffff
*cleans up the walnuts, stealing glances at the smoochies*
‘He’s my best friend, he’s my best friend, he’s my best friend,’ Kon repeated over and over. Besides, he had a girlfriend. Why was there this heat boiling up in his stomach and a dull ache in his chest.
His throat tightened as…
So I got completely caught up in thinking about your name from the stream, We all immediately started calling you palp, when….it’s not a very nice sound, a little unappealing sounding even. When, Pal, is so much more friendly.
So yes, it’s Pal now, unless you have something else you’d rather be called.
Maybe, Awesome? Hows that?
I was so happy to see this continued, teasing me right before I went to bed. But teased no more.
I really love jealous!Kon. And I really like the fact that you didn’t beitchify yeah i totally made up a word Cassie, because I think she’s a totally badass and if would ship her tap that if I didnt like TK so much. She’s hurt but reasonable and she’s allowed a little tantrum and it’s always nice to see people write her without making her horrible.
And Tim, Timmmmm, stop being so adorable. I love that he’s totally playing it up. Dicks probably besotted by his adorable baby brother. The cutest in the whole world.
I love the mental image of Dick manhandling Tim into Kon’s arms, the look of shock thats on both boys faces and Dick’s smug face.
The aftermath is adorable, forehead leans and kisses. Whenever I hear their first kisses described as sloppy I cant help but thing of them as over eager puppies.
SO THEN, froggster was supposed to be choosing somethign angsty
And it resulted in this…
Tommy makes Billy thing he turned himself and Teddy into frogs byt swapping them with real frogs. So of course Billy’s having no luck turning them back.
Tommy is all out trolling tonight~
Alright, I had to
“Guys?” Billy asked as the blue light faded. “Hey guys can you hear me?” He looked around the small room, starting to feel uneasy. The spell he’d just done hadn’t been anything major- just some work on the basics that Tommy had insisted he do. Why Tommy was pretending to give a shit he didn’t know, but Teddy had wanted to go along with it and Billy was in too deep of shit with him to argue.
He stopped his search for a moment as he thought about the reason for that, their last mission. In retrospect, jumping in front of Teddy (who, as he was more than willing to remind his boyfriend, had accelerated healing powers) to save him from the other guy’s spell was not a good idea. Teddy hadn’t even looked at Billy for days, and he was still more than a little pissed.
Which brought Billy back to the issue of where the hell did Teddy go, because it was going to be kind of hard to make peace with him when he couldn’t even find him. He took a step forward, meaning to check the next room, when something at his feet caught his eye.
Two frogs sitting exactly where Teddy and Tommy had justbeen standing.
For several long seconds, Billy didn’t do anything. He just stared at the frogs, trying to think of another explanation, starting to panic as he came up blank. He sank to his knees and tried to remember how to breathe. Ididnotjustturnmyboyfriendintoafrog. Both frogs stared at him as he leaned forward, neither making any attempt to get away. Billy gulped.
“Teddy?” he whispered. The frog on the left croaked. Billy let out a choked sob and grabbed both amphibians. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” he sobbed as he cradled them as close to his face as he could without making them squirm. “I swear I’ll fix this,” he promised after a few minutes of snotty tears and frog hugs.
But a half an hour, and numerous spells later, Billy was still alone with two slightly confused frogs. “This is the worst,” he mumbled through another wave of tears.
In the hallway, just outside the door to Billy and his frogs’ room, two very un-frog-like boys listened to the distressed brunette.
“Can we tell him it’s a joke yet?” Teddy whispered to Tommy.
“No,” he answered as he tried not to laugh, “this is too good to stop now.” Teddy frowned but dropped it, regretting his decision to let Tommy help him get back at Billy.
For almost another half hour they let the spell-caster try to fix the problem that wasn’t there, Teddy feeling guiltier and guiltier by the second. Thankfully, Tommy was starting to get sick of standing still.
“Alright, I think we’re good.” Teddy heaved a sigh of relief and cautiously pushed the door open. Billy, with his arms wrapped around legs and face firmly pressed into his knees, didn’t even twitch. Tommy waited a half a second before announcing his presence, at which point Billy stiffened. Teddy wondered if he was even breathing.
“Sorry, Billy, probably let that one go too long,” he said sheepishly. Now Billy slowly raised his face, expression one of complete disbelief. A few seconds passed in silence.
“You mean… I didn’t turn you into frogs?” he asked hoarsely. Tommy shook his head and snorted.
“Obviously. Do you really think I’d stay still if you were going to turn me into a slimeball?” Billy didn’t reply, instead he slowly stood up and walked out of the room. Teddy was quick to follow.
“Um, Billy,” he started, knowing that he was the one that had stepped in it this time. Billy didn’t look back, and he didn’t slow down. “Just wait a sec, please?” No response. Teddy sped up and moved in front of him to cut him off. Billy looked at his shoes said nothing, although he did stop. Teddy sighed and resisted the urge to smack himself in the face. “Look, I’m sorry. That was stupid- I mean really, really stupid. I don’t know why I let Tommy talk me into it,” he went on for a while, begging Billy to forgive him and not hate him for being an idiot. He stopped when he noticed Billy crying again though, feeling his own heart break a little. “Billy…” the other boy shook his head and tried to turn away, but Teddy grabbed him before he could make his escape, pulling him into a tight hug. He rested his chin on Billy’s head and they stood like that for what felt like an endless amount of time.
It did end though as Billy’s tears (most of which had soaked Teddy’s shirt) stopped and he finally relaxed into the hug. Teddy loosened his grip to tilt Billy’s face up. He was relieved to see his boyfriend’s dry, if a little red, eyes filled with emotion that wasn’t pure hate. He thought about apologizing again but decided that a kiss sounded like a much better idea.
And when Billy kissed him back, he promised himself that they were never fighting again.
This was ADORABLE, all capitals.
Omg, Billybeing a sniffly mess = my fave thing ever ♥♥♥
This was so perfect and to write it from such a silly little picture, Im so impressed!
Thank you Chu♥ you’re awesome!!!
I REALLY loved the ending. Billy you are the cutest!
Billy’s spent the day messing up his spells and his last screw up with lightning just made the sky open up on them, so he’s pretty disheartened.
Teddy’s just plain smitten, and think’s Billy should be closer.
So I was just really inspired to write a little something when I saw this…Forgive me for the quality of it for I haven’t written any fiction in…years lets just leave it at that lol
Thinking back on it Billy wasn’t quite sure what possessed him to ask Teddy for help in practicing his spells. He was fond of Teddy and would use any excuse to spend any time with him that he could but Billy didn’t take into account just what being around Teddy did to him.
He should’ve known that trying to impress Teddy and being alone with him for this long would end up like this. For some reason he just couldn’t do anything right, and spent the whole day messing up spell after spell. The proverbial cherry on top was when a simple lightning spell went wrong, caused the sky to crack open with a downpour of rain to follow, with no ending or shelter in sight.
Billy stared unbelieving at the sky, hoping that this was the cause of Mother Nature at work, and not him as a screw up. A soft chuckle behind him broke him out of his self induced trance. Mortified he turned to face Teddy, apologetic written all over his face. Teddy didn’t seem upset, or that he actually minded at all, instead he just removed his jacket and held it up over both of them best he could while gesturing for Billy to get closer.
Billy couldn’t just help but stare, they were both soaked thoroughly already, and light breeze started to pick up, which caused him to wrap his arms around himself, seeking for that little extra bit of warmth. He silently debated with himself if he should get any closer. Billy liked Teddy more then he should, even with the deafening rain pouring around him the only thing Billy could hear clearly was the loud and intense pounding of his heart, and wondered if Teddy could hear it as clearly as he could. He didn’t want to risk it. He didn’t know if Teddy liked him like that or if Teddy was even gay at all. Billy would rather have Teddy in his life as a friend then to risk it and not have Teddy in his life at all.
Calming himself as best as he could he lowered his head and stepped that little bit closer, till his forehead rested gently against Teddy’s chin. With his eyes cast downward he missed the smitten smile that bloomed across Teddy’s face.
i wasn’t sure if i should just reblog it or just link the pic via a new post…i’m still new to the ways of tumblr…especially fics within tumblr
Goooood Jeliii, this was so cute, like FREAKING adorable.
I love Teddy in this, I always think that he’s really good for Billy, strong enough to look after him and the perfect mentality to deal wit Billy’s neurosis X”DDD
They’re just so cute and I think you captured this so well, ffff This is just adorable!
Thank you so much for writing this ;w;
Seriously, you wouldnt know there had been any break from writing, that was wonderful!
For Julie~! Happy Birthday bb! I wish you all the love (not LUBE, although if you want that too sure why not lol), the happiness and good fortune in the world because you deserve everything and more. I’m really glad to have met you and that I got to be friends with you. You’re truly one of the sweetest, funniest and most talented people I know ♥ I hope you have an amazing one darling! :)