#wildcactuskat

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Some Tim/kon would be delightful ^_^

“It’s, uh,” Kon says, clipped and a little stuttered, and then stops himself, swallows, and starts over: “It’s–Kryptonian thing, apparently. Not, uh. Not one that’s come up before. Sort of a . . . genetic thing.” 

Tim frowns. Kon grimaces. 

“I’m, uh,” he says, then swallows again, rougher this time. “It’s just, like, a thing. That happens. Sometimes. And unhappens, others. But uh, right now it’s happening, and it’s never happened before and nobody ever told me it was gonna happen so I didn’t have a stupid plan for it or anything and I–!”

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Wings by Hurts works for Yj packs up and gets pupped I think (there’s not much to go on but I just really want more)

Kon . . . inhales, really slowly. Tightens his arms around his stomach again. 

Raises his voice, this time. 

"KAL-EL!"

Nothing happens. 

Nothing–

Kon blinks, and Superman lands on the roof right in front of him, cape flared with the rush of super-speed, and every single thing that he could ever possibly say sticks in his throat all at once. 

"Kon?" Superman asks, looking concerned. "Is everything alright?" 

"Uh," Kon tries. "I . . ." 

He trips over the words. Can't get them out. 

Superman waits. 

That . . . helps, Kon thinks. It helps, that Superman's willing to wait for him to figure out what to say. Makes it all a little easier, if no less nerve-wracking. And he even called him "Kon" first thing, like maybe that's the first name that came to mind when he saw him, so . . . so . . . 

"I don't, uh, feel good?" he manages nervously, finally. "I think I might be, uh . . ." 

"Oh. You're just presenting, kid," Superman tells him, and smiles kindly at him as he leans down to grip his shoulder and give it a reassuring little squeeze. All the tension drains out of Kon's muscles at the grounding feeling of that contact and the sight of that smile, and he thinks . . . thinks maybe . . . "Go be with your pack, okay? You'll feel better then."

"Oh," Kon says, and feels his heart sink all the way down into his aching gut. "Uh. Okay." 

Superman smiles at him again. Squeezes his shoulder one more time. 

Leaves. 

Kon stares after his retreating silhouette in the sky and bites his tongue. 

I don't have a pack, though, he doesn't say. 

That's not Superman's problem, after all. It never has been. 

Even if . . . even if part of him had hoped that maybe it would be, after Superman gave him a name that came from his own family like that. 

Well. This is pretty solid proof that it's not, he guesses.

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I’ve got one that works for two wips so imma send them separately

Wonderland by Natalia kills for feed me sugar

Dammit, Tim thinks, then braces himself and rolls onto his back to check his texts. It’s from Kon, because of course it is. 

if its their loss is that ur gain, daddy? Kon asks. Tim disassociates for a minute or twelve.

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Second one for this song

Wonderland by Natalia kills for Think Pink (specifically for the timkon aspect of it)

“Man, I can't get it together enough to beg right now, just please fuck me,” Kon pleads, ducking his face down against the inside of Tim’s thigh and grabbing the sides of his shirt to twist his fingers into again. He doesn't rip the fabric, but it's an effort.

The thought reminds him of the handcuffs idea, and he shudders.

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Cutting myself off at four so I don’t send a million /silly

Do it for me by Rosenfeld for mirrorverse!clark and Kon’s daddy issues both get some

Maybe he fell asleep, Kon thinks vaguely as Superman smoothes a heavy, appreciative hand up his side. Or–well, passed out, anyway. 

It’s fine if he did, he guesses. He can feel the ship’s engines still aren’t running, and Superman doesn’t seem annoyed or upset with him, and it’s not like he would’ve stopped the other from doing whatever he might’ve done to him while he was out, so . . . yeah. It’s fine, he guesses. 

Is this, like . . . an afterglow thing? Is Superman actually . . . holding him, or . . . ?

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OW that last Kon wants scented hurts in the best way possible as all your angst does. Especially that line about not having earned being cared for AUGH

I just love writing the angst so much, sorry but NOT SORRY.

( rn Kon is sorry enough for everyone anyway. )