#KoN

[dailyfigures]

Hirasawa Yui ; K-ON! ☆ Banpresto

[cowboyboygirl]

16. "I dont want to get up" for prompts? I could use some soft sleepy rn

16 | “I don’t want to get up.”

Kon really needs a new alarm. He's had the same novelty Superman clock that rings out ‘Up, up, and away!’—in a voice that is a mediocre impression of Kal's at best—since he was, like, sixteen. It's more for sentimental reasons, he guesses; he’s naturally risen with the sun for years at this point.

Well, that and another thing.

Silently, he watches Tim (whose eyes are still shut, mind you) wiggle his arm out of their embrace to blindly paw at Kon’s nightstand. He hits the handheld mirror, a bottle of cologne, a book, Kon’s glasses, and a roll of deodorant before his fingers even brush the clock. Kon watches him swat at it a few times before he takes pity on him and turns it off with a touch of TTK.

Tim grumbles something unintelligible into Kon's chest before he shakes both of them. “Wakey wakey, sunshine.”

“Gruh.” is Tim's response.

Kon shakes him a little more; Tim flops around in his arms with all the grace of a wet noodle. “Rise and shine, I gotta get up.”

Tim huffs, bringing his legs up from where they were tangled in Kon’s to wrap them around his waist. “No, you don’t.” He says—although it sounds more like ‘nuh, yuh dun.’

“I do,” Kon tells him, pressing a quick peck to his forehead, "I have classes today.”

“No… It’s Sunday." Tim insists. The hair he has tied back before he went to bed has partially fallen out, covering his face and curling up on the side he laid on. Maybe Kon’s just a romantic, but Tim always looks awfully pretty first thing in the morning, illuminated by the morning light.

(Well, he might be exaggerating about the always part; he’s woken up to Tim halfway dangling off the bed, hair akin to a mop left out to dry, more times than Tim would care to admit.)

“it’s Monday, honey.” Kon reminds him, kissing him on the cheek this time. Slowly, he pulls his arms out from around Tim's waist and cups his face.

“Who picks classes on a Monday?" Tim makes no complaint when Kon squishes his face a few times, but he does open his eyes. He glares for a few seconds before melting. Tim leans his head in closer and kisses him, slow and sweet.

Kon breaks the kiss, presses two fingers to Tim's lips. “Me. I like the routine.” He rolls Tim off of him. “Now, I’m getting up—“

“Nooo,” Tim digs his fingers into Kon's shirt, effectively getting himself pulled along with him. “You're depriving me of my personal heater. That's rude. You're rude.”

“Okay, says the guy who is actively preventing me from pursuing higher education.”

“You don’t need a higher education when I'm right here. in bed. Cold.” He’s face down on the bed at this point, hands still digging into Kon's top; his voice is slightly muffled by the bedding. “I don't wanna get up. and neither should you.”

Kon hums, finally peeling tim’s fingers off of him. The shirt is definitely stretched now; at least it’s already pajamas. “Well. I'll bring you breakfast, then. ‘Cause I gotta get up.”

“Ugh,” Tim rolls over to face the ceiling, digs the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Fine. I'm up.” He rises from the bed, bringing the blanket with him. Wrapping it around his shoulders, he looks like the world’s sleepiest vampire.

Kon smiles at him, plants a quick kiss on his lips. “Robbie, you really didn’t have to get up.”

Tim grunts. “Sure I did. You're taking all the heat with you.”

Kon chuckles, pulling Tim closer by his makeshift cape to kiss his forehead. “Right. So evil of me.”

“See? You get it now.” Tim grumbles, somehow smug despite how sleepy he looks. Kon raises an eyebrow—then, without warning, picks Tim up and slings him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Eep!”

“Onward!” he announces as Tim dramatically beats his hands against Kon’s back to no avail.

“You suck.” Tim mumbles, defeated.

“If you say so, honey.”

[kaciart]

"T-Mr Wayne, you need to get the other hostages out of here quickly"

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[thebat-musicman]

I dont think people are dramatic enough when it’s revealed that Tim Drake-Wayne and Conner Luthor are dating

Imagine Elon Musk’s daughter dating a Kardashian. That is the level of drama that happens when they’re revealed to be dating

[smilesheartshugs]

One trop I can’t get enough of is Bart being Wally and Dick’s kid from the future. There arnt enough fics for this trope! Should I write some? Probably, but I don’t have the creative juices to write it.

But like I want Wally and Dick to find out Bart is their kid in the most absolute random way possible

Game night: Bart doesn’t think before calling Wally dad after doing something that Bart always saw durning family game nights but he doesn’t notice

Going to get ice cream: “dad you know I always get [insert ice cream flavors here that’s like ten scoops tall with an ungodly amount of toppings and sauces]” leaving Dick confused and just getting what he would normally get Wally. This is how Bart finds out his go to ice cream use to be Wally’s go to

Gotham patrol/ party: Batman notices that impulse move a little bit to much like a bat to be a coincidence. Nightwing is off in his own little bubble so doesn’t notice, Red Robin for some reason just never questions why Impulse would call him and superboy his uncles. (Let face it Tim was running on -4 hours of sleep when Bart called him uncles) and it’s not until years later when there was like a really big holiday party with all of the justice league, titans, and other hero teams and Bart just brings presents labeled for Dad, for Pa, and other family titles instead of anyone’s actual names and that’s how they find out while Bart was under the assumption that they already knew, it’s not like he was hiding it!

To many ideas and not enough writing juice

[abacistat]

she uhhhh she young on my just till i us ?

original can be found hereee

[rozuberry]

It's never too early for Christmas 🎄✨

[mamawasatesttube]

and then they kissed (because they both wanted to kiss kon)

[kennimu]

Realized I never drew them together and immediately went to fix that

[arrowheadedbitch]

Kon: Did-did you just bench batman???!?!?!? I thought he was in charge of you???

Tim: It is very unclear who is in charge of the other in our relationship.

[anthyies]

[laxxarian]

Kon sees Danny in Metropolis thinking it was Tim but as he got closer (to say hi), he was mistaken.... But then he hears Danny's lack of heartbeat.

In growing concern, he wanted to ask if he was a meta too so he went up and tapped on Danny's shoulder, causing Danny to turn 180 to face Kon.

Kon asks and Danny is puzzled, he has no idea what a meta is.

When Kon was about to explain, Danny was called by Tucker who was waving at him excitedly to come over.

As it turns out, Amity Parkers rarely gets out of their town/city, making it seem like everything is new when they get out and also making the Parkers seem like an innocent child wanting to explore the world. But of course, there were some exceptions like Vlad, Jack, Maddie and Sam.

Anyways, Danny was about to bid farewell to Kon when Kon asked if he could come with. Danny didn't mind so now Ko is with the trio having fun with Kon observing the trio.

[cowboyboygirl]

1 & 3 for tim and kon? i adore them being sweet with each other

1 & 3 | “You’re alright” & “Go back to sleep”

They fall asleep with their hands entangled. Tim can’t even remember when they began holding each other, only knows that it needs to end soon; he has to pee.

Kon is completely still, without even a rise and fall of his chest to indicate he’s alive. Tim shuffles, presses his ear to his chest in a brief fit of paranoia. Kon’s heart thumps to a steady rhythm. Tim sits up. He feels… heavy. Like a weighted blanket is compressing his entire body. Something more than magnetism is keeping him in the cozy bubble he and kon unintentionally created.

Ah, he realizes after a few seconds more of critical thinking, TTK.

Bart is seemingly unaffected; he shifts, and twitches, and rolls with no restraints. For a moment, Tim's concerned that he’s going to fall off the makeshift pillow bed they’ve created—but he catches himself. Cassie is a pile of blankets tucked into the couch corner. She and Bart were cuddled together earlier; that obviously fell apart quickly. Tim hasn’t risked falling asleep next to Bart after the time he was almost suffocated by his mop of hair. He shudders at the memory.

Tim needs to focus on the task at hand. Gently, he tries to pry his hand out of Kon’s grasp. When that fails, more firm. Kon doesn’t budge. He does, however, smack his lips and turn on his side. Tim feels himself being pulled slightly closer. This guy.

“C’mon, you big baby. Let go.” He mumbles. Kon obviously has no response.

Tim sighs. He runs his free hand up and down Kon’s arm, trying to wake him. Shakes him. His brow twitches when Tim pokes his nose and nothing more. “Kon,” he says, “Conner, wake up.”

Silence. Tim traces his hand down Kon’s bicep to the tender inside of his elbow, pinches.

Kon’s eyes open, slow as a slug. “Whuh?” He asks. He finally lets go of Tim's hand to rub his eyes. The whites of them glow, just slightly, in the darkness of the common room.

“Can you let go of me?”

Kon blinks, looks down at his hand. “…Buh?” He eloquently questions.

“TTK.” Tim gestures between them.

“Oh,” Kon says, tugging on his ear and clearly embarrassed. Tim feels the—admittedly comfortable—weight lift off his shoulders. “M’sorry.”

Tim fondly rolls his eyes. “You're alright. Go back to sleep.”

He feels something catch him as he starts to rise and turns to face Kon. “…Are you comin’ back?”

Tim reaches down to pat his head. “I'm coming back.”

“Okay. Good.” Kon nods, lying back down.

Tim stares at him longer than strictly necessary before slinking off to the bathroom.

It’s been… nice, getting to indulge in the affection Kon’s been giving him lately. Pity or not—Kon’s startlingly effective at providing comfort, keeping Tim grounded in the whirlwind of his shiny new life in Blüdhaven and the constant chaos of San Francisco. He has that, and the fact that he’s invulnerable. Tim takes that and sinks his teeth and nails into it. A steady, solid presence; a stark contrast to the fragility of human mortality.

With his gloves off, Tim can see the twin scars that trace down his palms. As he washes his hands, he ends up digging his nails in until the skin is tinted red. He looks up at the mirror and sees the blank lenses of a domino that betrays the set of his eyes beneath it. Tim turns the light off.

[kaciart]

He's tired

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[thebat-musicman]

Tim’s first time visiting Kent Farm

Ma: Well do you know what this plant is?

Tim: Uh no.

Ma: They’re soybeans. Kon, tell him about soybeans.

Kon: Soybeans…are your friends.

Ma: *gives him a look*

Kon: Well I don’t know anything about soybeans either!

[noreen-seee]

I finished it!