#peacheel

[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.”

[mamawasatesttube]

LOVE ur fluff writting its always a treat <3<3 *extends their hand when they notice the other searching for it in their sleep* would be ADORABLE for sleepy cuddles (or angst 👀) but on the other hand

"Till death do us part. Forever until the end of eternity" would be a REALLY good excuse for tim to bust out the 00FFFF decorations

I cant decide so whichever you like the best!

Something tugs at Tim’s shirt.

Tim blinks, frowning. He looks down, but there’s nothing there. Maybe the fabric just got caught in the back of his desk chair or on the armrest or something? He has been sitting in a kind of weird pose, all folded up with one leg tossed up onto the desk as he stares at the case files on his screen. So probably—

Tug. Another one, sharper, more insistent. And he hasn’t moved, so it definitely wasn’t just the shirt getting caught on something. Tug, tug.

Tim blinks. What…?

An invisible touch runs down his arm, circles his wrist, and gently but insistently tugs him away from the desk, towards his and Kon’s bedroom (their bedroom, both of theirs, now that they’ve finally moved in together for real)—

Oh. It hits him a second later, and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face in response. He probably looks like a goofy, lovesick fool, but like, in his place, who wouldn’t?

Honestly, if it took him this long to realize that it’s Kon’s TTK, trying to pull him into Kon’s arms as Kon sleeps, he’s so not making any more progress on this case tonight anyway. Still grinning like a besotted idiot, he closes his laptop and peels himself out of his chair. The little tendril wrapped around his wrist pulls at him again, and he huffs out a breathy laugh as he clicks off his desk lamp.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he murmurs. Kon’s still asleep—if he was awake, he would’ve just yoinked Tim straight into bed, with none of this gentle tugging and nudging—but hopefully it’ll still reassure him on some level.

Man, now that he’s actually gotten up, Tim realizes he’s tired. He makes a quick stop at the bathroom, then tosses his pants in the vague direction of the hamper and clambers into bed. The second his knees touch the mattress, the TTK goes from tiny tendrils with gentle tugs to a feeling almost like a giant hand grabbing him around the torso (just as gentle, though). Tim goes limp, grinning again, and lets Kon haul him over and bundle him up in his arms as if Tim’s a big teddy bear.

Kon lets out a big, satisfied sigh, sleepily nuzzling into Tim’s neck. His embrace is loose and relaxed with sleep, but his TTK is still firmly wrapped around Tim, shoulders to hips; it’s kind of like a weighted blanket, but cuddlier.

“Hi, you.” Tim wraps his arms around Kon’s shoulders and presses his lips to Kon’s forehead, still beaming. His chest is full of warm fuzzies, and if he wasn’t so tired, he’d be giddy. Kon loves him. He knows that, of course, but to have Kon’s telekinesis plaintively reach for him from sleep really just hammers it in all over again.

Kon hums something unintelligible and smushes his face into Tim’s collarbone in what might be supposed to be a kiss. Tim grins, melting in contentment. Kon’s boneless and warm against him, and their bed is soft and cozy. He’s ready to drift off.

“G’night, clone boy,” he murmurs, heart full. “Gonna tease you about this tomorrow.”

Kon lets out a soft, breathy mumble against his neck and sighs. Tim strokes his fingers idly over the shaved hair just above the nape of his neck, and finally closes his eyes, smiling.

[lemonlimestar]

Timives and/or timdanny

timives: don’t get me Started on how it should’ve been ives… their friendship is overall very sweet (ives inviting tim over to his birthday party so he wouldn’t get smothered by his cousins, them reconnecting after tim left brentwood, the mutual worry/general shenanigans i.e. ives’ mascot job) i think it would’ve been so so good as tim’s first queer relationship that completely falls apart because he has been lying to ives essentially their entire friendship. the chemistry, the drama. i’m always for putting tim in situations (dealing with the consequences of his actions relating to vigilantism)

timdanny: a little less compelling just for lack of content but i do think they’re cute and i’m forever bitter that danny didn’t get his solo :( he deserved it!! i miss him!! their dynamic was way too interesting to be scrapped after brentwood but all good things must end i suppose

[abacistat]

Migranes suck (ive only had a few but thats plenty) hope this one goes away soon! Mentally sending you an excedrin, dark room, and an ice pack

thank you so much… i’ve had chronic migraines since like elementary school it’s so horrible i would not wish this on my worst enemy (actually i would) (but because i hate them) ANYWAY thank you !!! me and my ibuprofen are having a double date w my blanket and eye mask

[crimzoncrow]

did somebody order blorbos from comics??

BLORBOS FROM COMICS

you are my savior thank u so much . they’re so teensy . when i saw the second kon i had to stop myself from trying to squish him through my phone

no time for bad days when the They are around !!!!!!!

[qwenck]

My art for the Kon-El Minibang - based on the fic (a soul that's born in cold and rain knows) sunlight by @not-orpheus, link coming soon but you should read it

Also check out @peacheel 's art for this same fic here!!! Go look!!!!!

[magicalcreeks]

10 people I'd like to get to know better tag game!

Tagged by @gnomewithalaptop and @comphetkoncass (hello friends!!). Doing this instead of sleeping because why not :D

Last song: ‘it’s all over’ by three days grace

Fave color: green! And to be more specific a sage or a muted lime green

Last book: I need to get back into my ‘fingersmith’ by Sarah waters reading asap

Last movie: high school musical! I watched it for the first time two weekends ago

Last tv show: okay okay I’m currently obsessed with supernatural and it’s the only show I’ve been watching since october (no exaggeration I’m on season 12 right now). It’s a rollercoaster (good and bad) and the only thing I can think of atm

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: savory and spicy for me. I’m very picky about sweets tbh so I’d rather have something savory like…. French onion soup or something (I really want French onion soup during this soup season). My spice tolerance has also grown over the years so I appreciate spicy foods

Relationship status: as single as can be but I’m not looking for anything… unless …

Last thing I searched: bus times ahhhahah :)

Current obsession: Supernatural. It’s so frustrating at times but I’m obsessed and I’m determined to finish the series despite having my reservations about season 12 atm ….

Looking forward to: my day off (v boring I know) I’m just tired right now. Also seeing my bestie… currently at home dog sitting so I haven’t been to her house </3

Bonus topics

Favorite drink: matcha during the day and martinis at night 🤭

Song playing on a loop in your head: I made a dad rock playlist and right now the songs in my head are ‘someday’ by nickelback and ‘fell on black days’ by soundgarden

Current favorite character: Kon, always. I haven’t been showing him as much love recently but that’s my boy fr🩵

Fun activity you would like to get into: crocheting! I just need the time and attention span for it

Last video game: I sadly haven’t played a game properly in months but the last game I’m going to count is the hour I played of Sonic adventure 2 in the summer

Last comic/graphic novel: ooof I haven’t had time to read comics as much as I did in the summer but I think the last comic I read was spyboy/young justice. I really need my break to come so I can get back to reading again

Only tagging a few people and ofc if you see this and wanna do it be my guest!! 💖 @magenta-somethings @kryptonbabe @peacheel @theandysar @dominomasc

[comphetkoncass]

10 characters, 10 fandoms, tag 10 people! tagged by @jonskory

sorry this is late i accidentally saved it as a draft instead!! im choosing every fandom ive ever written fic for. or read a boatload of fic for.

DC: kory!!!!! koriand'r my beloved. starfire <3

Legend of Zelda: SHEIK!!!!! MY FAVORITE WOMAN EVER UNDERWRITTEN.

Marvel Comics: Johnny Storm. He's my sad little wet rat. If it's not him it's Peter but the recent Tom Holland movies kinda killed my love for peter tbh. andrew garfield era where are u.

Miraculous Ladybug: marinette herself!!!.... i adore her failgirl swag and character growth over time to becoming an amazing leader!

Sonic: ......I think I would have started a cult for her when I was a tween. It was getting concerning. She was absolutely my first crush and I think I drew a picture of her every single day when I was 11. looking back, she wasn't even written all that well until ian flynn took over but i was obsessed with the idea of a tomboy princess.

Arcane: EKKO!!! it was a close one between him, vi, and mel, but every single time ekko came on screen i cheered

Free!: makoto!!! the best friend in love trope gets me every time

Wicked: elphaba herself! her character arc is so beautiful! and sidenote im obsessed w/ her glasses in the movie, the style looks so cool and Oz-zy!

kevin can fuck himself: its hard to choose between patti (left) and alyson (right) but. gghhghhhghg patti's yearning gets me.

she-ra: ADORA ADORA ADORA...!!! MY BELOVED FAILGIRL. YOU ARE SO BELOVED. favorite show of all time even now. sorry <3

@magicalcreeks @franollie @sage-nebula @redpenship @peacheel @crimzoncrow @gnomewithalaptop @thesummerstorms @luvo27 @lemonlimestar

[octoxen]

Guavolotl: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Peacheel: Rude.

Bancuda: That’s fair.

Grapoi: Not again.

Appy: Are you going to want this back?

(The Characters are Fruitmals From my Octonauts next gen au)

[ham-sandwich-lol]

Would you like some

Tap Dance Peacheel Doodle?

(she has pirate style lol-)

Y E S Y E S Y E S

[mamawasatesttube]

Ouuugh so many good options, i suppose 9 or 15 for the prompts

9. "It will be better in the morning."

"I've decided," Tim announces, "that I have a cure for nightmares."

He doesn't look like he's in much of a position to be announcing any kind of breakthrough; he's swaddled in a throw blanket and curled up against Kon's chest, his hair impressively disheveled and his cheeks still a little blotchy from tears. He kind of reminds Kon of one of those baby chicks that've just hatched and are mad about it, with the barely-dried downy fuzz sticking every which way. The yellow lamplight glimmers in his eyes as he peeps up at Kon's face, expectant.

Kon hums. Purrs louder as he keeps rocking the recliner back and forth, slow and gentle. "Is it drinking your hot chocolate and listening to Car Talk until you fall back asleep?"

Tim scoffs. "No." He pauses, wrinkling his nose a little. "I mean. I'll drink the hot chocolate, since you made it for me and all. But no. I'm simply never gonna sleep ever again. Foolproof."

Kon snorts, scrunching his hand through Tim's hair. Tim takes a soft breath, only a little shaky, and then smushes his face into the crook of Kon's neck again. His breath tickles a little against Kon's skin.

"Babe," Kon says. "Sorry to break it to you, but you literally fall asleep on me every single movie night. You're, like, the archetypical dad from every single tweet about dads who fall asleep five minutes into movies. And you aren't even an actual dad."

Tim huffs, a tiny puff of token offense. "I could change." His fingers curl into Kon's shirt. "Can't have a flashback in your sleep if you never sleep again."

"Yeah, you'll just start having sleep deprivation hallucinations." Kon kisses the top of his head. It's late enough it's almost early; he stifles a yawn. The last thing he wants is for Tim to feel guiltier than he already does for keeping him up. "Besides, you love sleeping."

Tim heaves a great, despondent sigh. "I do love sleeping," he admits, a little morose. "Sucks when sleeping doesn't love me back."

"I love you back," Kon coos.

He can feel Tim's lips quirk into a tiny smile against his collarbone. "You're such a giant cheese," Tim mumbles. He doesn't say it back, not with words, but the brush of his lips in the tiniest whisper of a kiss tells Kon everything loud and clear.

Kon purrs a little harder. He likes having Tim here, bundled up in his arms. Likes knowing he makes him feel safer. Likes that he can make him smile after he woke up screaming. "Too bad you're lactose intolerant, huh?"

"I already took my Lactaid to drink the hot chocolate, so shut up." Kon just knows he's rolling his eyes.

"Speaking of which, it's probably a good temperature now," Kon says, and wraps his TTK around the mug to float it over from the side table. "Here."

Tim's hands creep out of the throw blanket to wrap around the mug. He shifts in Kon's arms and sighs again, sitting up to take a tiny sip. His face already looks a little better, cheeks a little less flushed. "Mm. Yeah," he agrees. "...Thanks."

"Always." Kon gives him a gentle squeeze. "Drink up, and then we can just chill before we go back to bed. It'll be better in the morning."

"Mn." Tim makes a noncommittal noise. But he does keep sipping his hot chocolate, and his heart rate is a lot closer to baseline than it was a little while ago. "Guess so."

He twists in Kon's arms suddenly, cups Kon's jaw in one hand, and kisses him. Kon melts like sugar in the rain, the way he always does when Tim kisses him. Tim's lips are a little chapped. He tastes of cocoa and marshmallow fluff.

Tim breaks that kiss, then bumps his nose against Kon's, a silent gesture of gratitude. He blinks at him once, then goes back to his hot chocolate.

Kon smiles and holds him just a bit tighter. The marshmallows on Tim's mouth are definitely sweet, but he can think of something sweeter.

[lemonlimestar]

Hey, hows it goin?

it sure is going, eel. it sure is going

[abacistat]

I will try bedtime story phone comics tonight 👍 it will be good fkr my health, it will fix me

Aks ur doctor if bedtime story phone comics is right for you 🫵

bedtime comics certainly fixed me!!! i think i got through the first 10 issues of sb94 exclusively on my phone before bed. like i did three or four issues a night. and im a super slow reader but its just something about being wrapped up all cozy w my dogs at my feet that just makes me go go go

[mamawasatesttube]

Im sure youve gotten it already for the hate ship but ill say it anyway. Timbern

LORD...........

tim drake: robin is the worst comic i have Ever read. holy fuck. "hey megfitz can you explain why they like each other like at all?" "no <3 but i can shit on ari, steph, zoanne, and tam! for some reason. anyway, do you like gentrification? yaaay gentrification!!! and here's some more ooc yaoi yaayyy" jesus christ

[mamawasatesttube]

11 or 27? I love when my blorbos can hold each other tenderly

11. "Just hold on to me." 27. "I'm going to carry you, okay?"

“I dunno exactly what kind of escape attempt you were going for, when I can hear exactly where you are, y’know.” Kon alights atop the fencepost next to Tim’s perch. “C’mon. I know you hate being sick, but Ma’s got a nice, hot pot of soup with your name on it waiting.”

Tim doesn’t say anything, just turns his face up into the wind and sniffles. It’s not cute; he sounds like he’s in danger of dry drowning from mucus alone. His nose is red and runny, his cheeks flushed bright with the cold. He’s got a shawl wrapped around himself, but it’s snowing. That’s nothing.

Tutting, Kon shrugs off his own jacket and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders. “Robbie…”

Tim sniffles again and coughs hoarsely, twice. His fever still hasn’t broken, and his eyes are too bright as he drops his head onto Kon’s shoulder. “I wasn’t trying to run off.”

Kon snorts. “I should hope not. Where’d you be running to? The cows?”

Tim doesn’t rise to the bait, doesn’t bicker back with him. He’s just silent for a moment. He sucks in a rattling breath and blows it out, coughing again; the cold air can’t be pleasant on his sore throat. “I just… wanted to watch the snow.”

Softening, Kon wraps himself around him, his TTK enveloping the air around Tim to try and warm him up a little. “You couldn’t do that from the window seat, Robbie?”

Tim shakes his head. “Not like this.”

Kon’s quiet. Tim opens up, sometimes, but never with prodding. Prying is a method of last resort with him, because it takes a metric buttload of effort. The rare moments when Tim chooses to open up, to share tiny things from that steel trap of a head he’s got… Kon cherishes them.

Sure enough, his patience pays off. Tim turns and tucks his cold face into Kon’s neck. He seems to have realized he’s cold; he’s shivering, and Kon pulls him closer.

“My mom,” Tim starts, voice hoarse. A dull ache tolls through Kon’s chest, coupled with breathless warmth, because Tim never talks about his mother. There must be something special about the snowfall. “She was half-Chinese. Did I ever mention that?”

Kon shakes his head, though it’s unnecessary. They both know Tim never has.

“Her mom was from this tiny village just below foothills of the Himalayas, or something. I don’t even…” He breaks off to cough, and Kon winces. “I don’t even know the name. I don’t know my grandmother’s name. My mom, she… she barely told me anything about that side of the family. I don’t think—I don’t think my grandma told her much to begin with. But the one thing I did know… there was this one photo. The single photo I ever saw of my grandmother as a little girl. She was playing in the snow, out on a big field. It looked…”

He trails off, and Kon’s heart tugs in his chest. He knows a thing or two about a heritage forever out of reach, about growing up on the outside and looking in.

“It looked a little like this?” he finishes, gentle as he can, and Tim nods.

“I dunno what even reminded me of it,” Tim mumbles. His energy seems spent after the explanation, and he sighs, sagging against Kon’s chest. Kon can feel his eyelashes brush his neck as he closes his eyes. “But then I wanted to… I dunno. Sit here.”

Kon presses a kiss to the top of his head. He gets it, but Tim’s sick, and it’s cold out. And Ma’s inside, fretting because Tim slipped away the second Kon ran out to the store for her. “I’m gonna pick you up now, ‘kay?”  

“Mmhmm.” Tim sniffles again, horrible noise that it is. “Ugh. I sound gross.”

“You do,” Kon agrees, kissing his hair again. “Just hold on to me, sunshine. Soup ‘n’ tea are waiting for you. We’ll get you feeling better in a jiffy.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Tim’s fingers curl into the front of Kon’s sweater, and Kon easily scoops him into his arms. He flies back towards the farmhouse, and the snow falls gently around them.

[mamawasatesttube]

Wait i have another

Tim drake × Redbird

10/10 no notes.