Congrats on 500, thats absolutely wonderful and its well deserved!!! Ive been at work and am behind, so the request list might be closed; if so im sorry, but if not, would you consider writing something with Tim and 43?

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Thanks, love!

43.) “I can’t even begin to describe how much I love you.”

This is also gender neutral.

You crept into the dark apartment, the only sound coming from your bedroom. The click-clack of the keyboard droned on and on, your boyfriend apparently hypnotized by the glow of the screen. You sighed, walking the rest of the way into the room and draping your arms over his shoulders.

“It’s getting late, babe, what’re you still doing up?” He continued typing, attempting to reach for the coffee cup by his side. You snatched it away before he got to it. “Uh uh, you’re never gonna get to sleep with this in your system.” He groaned, swiveling around in the chair to face you.

“I’m working, Y/N. You go to bed, I’ll be there in a minute,” he said, to which you responded with a raised eyebrow and a tilt of the head. You both knew he would be there for hours if you just left him there. He sighed, getting up from the chair as you led him back to your room. “What am I going to do with you?” You grinned, tossing him some fluffy pants as you changed into your own pajamas.

“Oh dear, I guess you’re just going to have to live without falling victim to sleep deprivation. Whatever will you do?” You teased, smirking at him over your shoulder. He rolled his eyes, getting into bed and gesturing for you to come join him. You plopped into the space next to him, curling up into his warmth. “I’m glad you’re here,” you whispered. You hadn’t gotten to see each other in the past few days, what with your job and his nightly vigilante business.

“Me too,” he murmured back, planting a soft kiss to the top of your head. You stayed like that for a few minutes, comfortable silence filling the air. You traced the array of white scars that marked his body, each holding a different tale than the last. “Y/N…” He started, looking up at the ceiling.

“Yeah?”

He looked back at you, his eyes tired but welcoming, full of warmth. “I can’t even begin to describe how much I love you,” he whispered, wiping a strand of hair out of your face. You smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, too, baby. Don’t you forget it.” He smiled sleepily, reaching out to pull you on top of him.

“I won’t.” The both of you stayed like that for awhile, until the tug of sleep was too strong to resist.