Tim x Reader- Washable Markers

princessnightwing:

Summary: The reader is the artist and likes to doodle on Tim with- you guessed it- washable markers!

Requested By: @coffee-randomness

A/N: I am so, so sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy it! I wrote this over the course of a few days at almost 5AM. So, yeah. XD

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Tim was peacefully laying on his stomach and napping in bed. His arms were folded under the pillow that he rested his head on, his black hair a wild mess.

He was greatly enjoying his dream, when he vaguely noticed a slightly annoying pressure moving around his upper arm and shoulder. He went to move his arm to swat at the annoyance, but couldn’t because his arms had gone numb from laying on them. Begrudgingly he pulled himself out of the sleepy fog he was in and opened his left eye blearily.

His eye had to refocus for a couple seconds before he could semi-clearly see the profile of (Y/N), who was kneeling besides the bed and leaning over him with something in her hand that he couldn’t make out.

“(Y/N)?” He asked in a sleepy voice, lifting his head up slightly to blink both eyes a few times and try to see what she was doing.

She paused and looked over at him grinning. “Yes, Tim?”

Once Tim’s eyes fully adjusted, he noticed what was in her hand.

A washable marker.

“(Y/N)…” He groaned, dragging out her name.

(Y/N) giggled. “Sorry Tim, I ran out of paper again and you just looked so cute all snuggled up in your blankets.”

“So you decided to draw on me?”

“Naturally.”

Tim blinked sleep heavy eyes at her before flopping his head back down on the pillow. “Have at it then. Just don’t draw bees this round, okay? You make them look too realistic.”

(Y/N) leaned down and lightly kissed the back of his head. “You got it, babe.”

Tim smiled into his pillow and let himself fall back asleep, the pressure and strokes from the marker a little more gentle and relaxing this round for some reason.

He woke up again almost an hour later, (Y/N) gently rubbing his back.

“Timmers? I finished, do you want to see?” She asked.

Tim stared at her for a few moments, his sleep-trodden brain trying to wake itself as he glanced down at his arm.

Varying shades of green vines wrapped themselves around his bicep and shoulder, with bright green leaves and vibrant blue, red and orange flowers blossoming along the whole drawing. A small swallowtail butterfly seemed to be sitting right on his shoulder.

“It looks really, really good, (Y/N).” He said, turning his attention to her and smiling. “Although it doesn’t look like a dragon like I wanted.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and lightly flicked his forehead. “You just said no bees, you unappreciative dork.”

Tim chuckled and rolled over, sitting up and stretching his arms.

“Oh, and thanks for wearing a tank top, babe. It made drawing on your arm a lot easier.” (Y/N) said.

“That’s the only reason I wore it today.”

She grinned and stood up, only to have Tim grab her around her waist and yank her down into the bed beside him. “Whoa there, Timbo.”

Tim pulled the blankets across the two of him and snuggled up against her, resting his head against her chest. “What? I just want to show you how much I appreciate your beautiful arm tattoo drawing thing.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Arm tattoo drawing thing, mhmm, so eloquent in your words.” She reached up  behind him and gently ran her fingers through his hair, her other arm resting across his waist.

Tim tilted his head up slightly to kiss her chin. “I try.”