Slight Nsfw.
•The supposed best party of the year was tonight.
•Which basically meant everything you hated in a couple hours.
•You lost a bet and now your friends are dragging you to this “best party of the year”.
•You had a test tomorrow.
•Who decided to make a party on a Tuesday???
•Your friends bursts through your door all dressed up and ready to go.
•"You are not going in a sweater and jeans Y/N.“
•"Watch me.”
•"None of the boys are going to talk to you.“ Your friend sighed.
•"That’s the point.”
•The party was obnoxious and followed every teen book plot line ever.
•You sighed looking around the house.
•"I heard Jason will be here.“ One of your friends squealed.
•"MY BOY JASON IS HEREEEE.”
•Well I guess Jason is here.
•You clutched your school bag and marched upstairs.
•So
•many
•red
•cups•Finding an empty room was hard.
•Too many couples keep beating you to it.
•You finally saw a empty room.
•The study room.
•You sighed with relief as you opened the door.
•A figure was near the light hunched over a book.
•A pair of eyes met yours and you both looked confused.
•"Tim Drake?“
•"Y/N L/N?”
•He gave you a sheepish look as you
sat down next to him.•"What brings you here?“
•"My brother Jason decided I could use some ‘fun’ today.”
•"Never thought I would see the smartest kid in Gotham at a Frat party.“ You joked.
•"Never thought I would see the 2nd smartest kid in Gotham at a Frat party.”
•"Friends and brothers do horrible things to us nerds.“ You said glumly.
•Tim laughed and nodded in agreement.
•Both of you talked about how stupid a Tuesday party was.
•According to Tim, Jason was the master of party games.
•I guess he’s undefeated in beer pong?
•You both decided that you would walk back to the dorms together.
•Until…
•Two people hastily entered your room and fell to the couch.
•You both hid near the books.
•Needless to say this was the most awkwardest.
•And loudest.
•Moment you experienced with Tim.
•Tim hit his head against a book when the couple went for round #4
•After the ‘act’ happened both of you had flushed faces and a disgusted expression.
•Tim grabbed your hand and stormed out of the room.
•"We’re going now before anything else happens.”
•Jason saw you both quickly exit the room.
•He caught Tim and gave him a hard pat on the back.
•"4 rounds Tim?, Didn’t think you had that in you!“
•"That- that wasn’t us!”
•You both never went to a frat party again.
Tag: Tim
All your friends crushing on Tim Drake
•Was the only batboy who actually approached your group seeing that they needed help on their studies.
•You wonder if he regrets it?
•Your friends are IN LOVE with this sweet and helpful boy.
•Big arguments on who will sit next to him.
•He gets awkward when your friends touch him.
•"You all are scaring away your only chance of passing this semester…“ you would always mumble.
•He would give you a grateful smile.
•They try to find out what coffee shop he goes to.
•They still haven’t found it.
•"What kind of girl are you interested in?” Your friends would ask.
•Not so subtly leaning towards him.
•"Aha… I- Uh…“
•Nervous laughter as he looks at you.
•You thought this was a help signal.
•"Well what type of boys do you guys like hmm?”
•Your friends got all flustered and stop talking.
•He was actually looking at you because your his type but poor boy got all nervous.
•When he packed up to leave you quickly followed him.
•"Hey Tim.“
•He look surprised and happy.
•"I’m sorry my friends get all weird around you, if you can’t tell they have major crushes for you.”
•Tim laughed with an agreeing tone.
•"Yeah, but do you need any help?“ He asked.
•"I don’t want to waste more of your time-”
•"No!, I ah… I mean I’d love to help you .!“
•"You sure?”
•"Positive.“
•"Nice!, tell me the times your available.”
•"How about right now?“•You both ended up going to a coffee shop.
•He helped you understand everything you were struggling with.
•"Don’t tell my friends what coffee shop you go to. It’s too peaceful to be disrupted by my friends.” You chuckled
will sipping your drink.•"I know right…Would you like to with me here again?“
•You looked up at him.
•He was all bashful and nervous.
•"Spending time with just you would be great.”
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?
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.
Tim x Reader – Cuddling on the Couch
Requested: No, my idea that I had a while ago from this pic
This is how I imagine tim and his s/o cuddling on the couch 80% of the time
Hope you enjoy it.
Words: 560
You and Tim lay there on the couch, embracing each other in what some people would call weird and uncomfortable.
You were on top of Tim with your arms around his neck and your head propped up on his shoulder. You had your phone in hand and opened to a book.
Tim had his laptop opened to whatever article he had to read and learn, his laptop sitting on top of your butt and his arms snaking around your waist to reach his keyboard.
To others it would be awkward and unconsidered, but to you and Tim, it was a regular thing when you both had time. It was comfortable and efficient. It gave you time to read books or read something on your phone, and Tim would get time to research or hack or do something for his current mission, whatever that may be.
It was productive and affectionate. And an indication to you both that you still loved each other no matter how busy you were.
But alas, this interaction almost always happened at night which meant that Tim would head off to patrol sooner or later. You always dreaded that moment because you knew that even with the cuddles you two had, you would always end up falling asleep alone. So this snuggle time was the only time you could spend time with Tim regularly.
You yawn as the sleepiness in your body suddenly drifts over you. You turn off your phone and place it on the coffee table in front of you. You fully wrap your arms around Tim’s neck and nuzzle your nose in between his neck and your arm.
The sudden change of gravity is what jolts you awake as you cling tighter onto the figure to stop yourself from falling.
“Hey hey hey, I’ve got you. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Tim’s calm voice in your ear brings you comfort as you feel his hand on your back trail up and down your spine, as well as his hand placed firmly on your butt. You relax into his grip.
“You’re not going on patrol?” You ask quietly whilst yawning.
“No, I figured that I’d take the night off and spend it with you.”
You smile at his statement and nuzzle his cheek, giving it a soft peck. You can feel Tim’s lips twitch.
He then starts walking his way through your shared loft and towards your bedroom. Once there, he carefully opens the door and closes it with his foot before walking a few steps to the bed. He gently lays down on his side and adjusts you tightly next to him. He turns off his lamp and drags the blanket up to the both of you, wrapping his arms around and securing you in his protective hold. You only encourage it by wrapping your own arms around him. Tim threads his fingers through your hair and uses it to gently massage your scalp. You sigh and begin to slowly stroke your nails up and down his back. You can already feel some of his tense muscles relaxing under your fingers.
“I love you.” He whispers in your ear with drowsiness leaking through his voice.
“I love you too.” You reply, not bothering to hide your yawn.
You then fall asleep in each others arms, leading to a much needed worry free sleep.
Sweaters for December
A lovely anon requested: Tim lost a bet and has to wear ugly christmas sweaters until Christmas.
And the reader works at the clothing store.A lovely anon requested: Reader’s little brother (10) wants meet tim drake for his christmas
gift. Because he won a science fair and wants to be like TimPairing: Tim Drake x Reader
Word Count: 793
Tags: @coltcas
Masterlist | Christmas Drabbles
A/N: Again,
I hope it’s cool that I combined these requests because I feel weird writing
these after Christmas and there were too many requests~
“Store’s
closing in ten minutes,” you shout from behind the counter.It’s been
quite the long day for you with the pre-Christmas rush of people who actually
buy their presents early, and your boss abandoned you to take care of the store
by yourself with your most useless co-worker who is currently taking a break
when it’s time to close up of course and just now, someone comes in at the last
minute.Great.
Rising from
where you were ducked under the counter, you bump your head on hard surface on
the way up and that’s just the sour cherry on top of an aggravating day. “Hey,
did you hear me?” You call out to the boy who’s back is to you. “I
said the store’s closing—”The last of
your sentence fades out after he’s turned to face you and his expression is
that of a deer caught in headlights. He looks both nervous and like he’s had a
day equally as shitty as yours, but what makes you soften is that he looks
somewhat familiar— not to mention how cute he is. Bright blue eyes that
contrast his dark hair and kind looking features.“In
ten minutes—” He approaches you, nervously running a hand through his
messy hair. “Yeah, sorry about that- it’s just- I’ve had a crappy day and
I could really use some help with something.”“Hi, my
name is Y/N,” you smile, pointing a finger to your name tag and stretching
your other hand out to shake his.“I’m
Tim.” Your eyes narrow as you study his features because you’re certain
you’ve seen him somewhere before.“Tim,”
you say slowly, as though repeating his name will help you recall where you’ve
seen him. Realizing that you’re still shaking his hand, you let go and hope he
doesn’t think you’re a complete idiot. “So what can I help you with
today?”“I
have to buy a disappointing amount of ugly Christmas sweaters.” He speaks
in a low voice, eyes darting around the store even though no one else is there.
You raise an eyebrow, wondering what a boy like him would want with the
selection of ugly Christmas sweaters and his cheeks redden, burning of
embarrassment that it had to be someone as pretty as you working when he has such
a strange request.“Am I
allowed to ask why?”“I-I
lost a bet with my brothers,” He visibly cringes at his own predicament.
“And now I have to wear an ugly Christmas sweater every day until
Christmas.”You can’t
help but erupt in laughter at his predicament. Whatever shitty day you were
having before he walked in has been forgotten as he laughs along with you and
you can’t help thinking that his smile lights up the whole room.“Hey,
you’re Tim!” You exclaim, recognition hitting you like you’ve been slapped
across the face.“Yes…?”
He answers, wondering why you’d point that out right after he’s told you he’s
name.“You’re
from the Wayne family aren’t you?”“Uh,
yeah- I-I guess it’s hard to get out of name status around here, huh?”“I
think we go to school together— you won the science fair, right?” You
inquire, a certain special someone coming to mind.“Y-Yeah,”
he says sheepishly, not wanting a total cutie like you to think he was too much
of a nerd.“Tell
you what, Tim,” A smile plays on your lips. “I’ll help you pick out
sweaters from our obscenely large selection if you agree to meet my little
brother.”“Uh,
sure?” he agrees, not knowing the relevance.“It’s
just that my brother looks up to you a lot, he loves science and hopes to win one day when he’s older just like
you,” you explain, grabbing a pen and scrap piece of paper. “So maybe
I could give you my number, and you could hang out with my brother for while?
Maybe talk about science and all that if you’re up for it?”“Yeah,
that sounds like a good deal.” The corners of his mouth quirk up in a
smile that makes you weak in the knees and you’d probably find some way to fall
and totally make an ass of yourself if it weren’t for the counter supporting
your weight. You finish scrawling your phone number on the paper. Handing it to
him, a cute blush tints his cheeks pink. “A-And maybe I could possibly, I
don’t know, use your number to call you- t-to hang out with you? I-If you would
want that–”“I’d
love to.”As you make
your way around the counter, Tim thinks he might fall over because he never
would of thought that losing a bet to his brother would have turned out so
well.
Day Nine: Scavenger Hunts [Tim Drake x Reader]
Requested by anon: “Tim Drake: reader is trying to get him to stop working because its Christmas Eve so she tries to lure him out of the batcave with holiday themed coffee, and ends up realizing that he=just wants to solve a case so she gives him a christmas eve scavenger hunt”
A/n: DAY NINE! Sorry this one was once again posted a bit later than usual (my time). But I hope everyone enjoys this!! Some Tim fluff for ya!
______When you arrived to the Manor you were expecting a greeting from your boyfriend before anyone else. But you saw everyone before you saw Tim. Even Jason greeted you before even laying eyes on Tim.
“Oh, uh. Yeah, hey Jason. Merry Christmas. Have you seen Tim?” Asking as you looked around the kitchen. “I haven’t found him.” Nodding Jason gestured toward the direction of Bruce’s study. “In the Cave, been down there since last night.”
You sighed before thanking him and heading to Bruce’s study, then down to the cave. And there he was, dark circles and bags under his eyes. On what had to be his twelfth cup of coffee. “Timothy Jackson Drake, it’s Christmas Eve why are you down here in this dank, dark cave?”
He jolted from your raised voice, looking back at you. “[F/n], you’re early.” You nodded, “Good thing I am, you’ve been down here all night Jason said. Come on, let’s go upstairs. You need to move around.” Beginning to head for the stairs but noticing him not following you. “Tim?”
“[F/n] I really need to solve this case. I haven’t broken a case in a month.” He sighed before dropping his head in defeat. “Oh Tim” you walked over and ran a hand through his hair. “Babe, you need to rest in order to solve cases. You’re running on fumes and coffee. Your brain isn’t working at full capacity.” Your hand slipped down to stroke his cheek. He looked up at you, “I just, I need to work on this. I’ll be up in a few hours. I promise.”
Sighing, you kissed his forehead before leaving to go back up to the manor.
After getting back into the kitchen, which was now empty, you sighed. Looking around you saw the coffee machine. Catching a lip between your teeth, you smirked getting an idea. Going to the drawer where Alfred kept pens and notepads. Taking Tim’s coffee grounds you grinned before writing a note.
Giggling you started going around the manor and leaving notes in particular spots before ending up in his bedroom. Leaving the coffee grounds on the bed.
After about an hour Tim went back up to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee, only to find in place of his coffee grounds a note.
‘Uh-oh, looks like one of Santa’s elves stole your coffee. Maybe you should look for it where an Elf would toast a marshmallow.’
Chuckling Tim put the note in his pocket before walking into the living room and to the fireplace. Looking around the area he found a note sticking out of his stocking.
‘Atta boy, you’re a pretty smart cookie! Maybe you should ask a man made out of ginger about your coffee.’
Smiling Tim added that note to his pocket before jogging around the manor, trying to find Alfred. He ran into Dick first. “Hey Tim, glad to see you out of the cave.” Tim smiled and nodded “Yeah, but have you seen Alfred? I need to ask him what he did with the Christmas cookies.” Dick nodded, “Try the library, I know he was trying to get Damian to clean up a mess Titus made.”
Thanking him Tim headed toward the library, finding him exiting the room. “Hey Alfred, can I ask you a quick question?” Alfred turned and nodded, “What can I do for you Master Tim?” He asked. “Where are the Christmas cookies you made earlier?” Alfred smiled, glad to see him intake something that wasn’t coffee. “In Master Bruce’s study.”
“Thanks!” He grinned before running to Bruce’s study. As soon as he walked in Bruce held up a note from where he was seated at his desk, reading a book. “Thank you” Tim chuckled before taking it.
‘Impressive! Second to last one! Then you get your precious coffee back. So, question the guy who’s lived twice about your second to last clue.’
Bruce watched Tim read the note. “Having fun?” He asked. Tim chuckled and nodded, “She even got Jason in on this.” Smiling as he walked out of the room. A grin tugged at Bruce’s lips, happy to see Tim doing something that wasn’t working a case.
Tim found Jason in the den, talking to Dick about a mission he and the Outlaws had been on. “Hey Jason, you had a message for me?” Tim asked as he walked into the room. Jason looked at him and dug around in his pocket, pulling out a folded up piece of paper. “She’s a keeper” saying as he handed it to him. Chuckling Tim took it “I know” saying before he read the small note.
‘Time to find the last clue! Sooo, check the place you’ve spent the most time.’
Knowing exactly where that was Tim headed down to the Cave and to the bat-computer. Finding the note taped to the screen.
‘Now that you’re in the place where you’ve been the most. Come to the place you spend the least amount of time and the place you should be spending more time!’
Tim chuckled, he shoulda known. He immediately headed up to his bedroom. Finding the coffee sitting on his bed and you were in his desk chair. Grinning at him when he entered. Hopping up you threw confetti at him. “Yay! You solved the case of the missing coffee!”
He laughed and walked over to you, handing you back the notes. “What was all of this?” Asking with a smile. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands held your waist. “Well, you said you needed to solve a case before joining us for Christmas Eve. So, consider this case solved, and now spend some time with me and your family.” Your nails lightly scratched the back of his neck.
Smiling Tim pressed a short kiss to your lips. “I guess you’re right.”
“But, first.” You removed your arms from his neck and took his hands pulling him to his bed. “You’re going to skip the cup of coffee and take a well needed Christmas Eve nap.” Tim laughed and sat on the bed next to you. “Will you be joining me for this nap?”
“Well someone has to make sure you actually take it, don’t they?” A teasing tone in your voice and he smiled before kissing you. “I guess so.” He tucked your hair from your face, “Merry Christmas [F/n].” Giggling you smiled, “Merry Christmas Tim, now…” You pushed him down on the bed before snuggling into his side “…Sleep!”
46 and 47 w/ Tim Drake pleaseee 💕 He deserves more attention and love
You’re DAMN RIGHT HE DOES!!! Happy Holidays tho, lol 😂😂😂
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? “
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
You hated it. You hated how he was so nonchalant at the moment, especially because you were shoved in a locker (it was kinda big, but your nose was still jammed under Tim’s ear and your chest was uncomfortably pushed against his), being chased by a large group of paparazzi and an actual Fanclub of Tim’s. At the moment, you were incredibly chalant. So chalant your ears were steaming and your fists were bunched at your sides.
Tim was the complete opposite. In fact, he looked pleased with the situation, like having your bodies shoved so close together—his knee was between your legs, both arms awkwardly braced beside your shoulders, while your breaths fanned over his neck and your lips were millimeters apart—was something your boyfriend had planned to be doing today. Tim was more mischievous than the world cut him out to be. Of course he would want to be found in such a scandalous pose. No wonder he had a fan club of screaming girls.
“You’re cute when you’re angry,” Tim complimented you. His eyes never strayed from your face as you looked out the slots of the locker door. Your hand held the door shut tightly, and your vice grip on it never released. You glanced at Tim with narrowed eyes, shushing him into silence. Questioning how he had suddenly managed to be so playful, you tried not to squeal when his fingers folded around your waist. Tim smiled into your cheek and whispered,”Can I kiss you right now?”
You scowled and turned your gaze on his,”Tim. We’re currently being chased by an army of your paid stalkers and your non-paid stalkers, one of which would willingly kill me because I would end up kissing you in such a situation.”
“Is that a yes?” Tim grinned.
You rolled your eyes and pressed a light kiss to his lips. It was too hard not to smile, so you hid it by turning away to search for your possible murderers. Maybe Tim was a little chalant, but more with you than anything else.
Hey can you do 181 with timmy?
Yes we can! Happy holidays! =D
181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”
Waiting for Intel was possibly the most annoying part of being a vigilante. You could do nothing but wait, and if you didn’t have the patience of people like Batman, then you were doomed. Tim Drake had the patience—up to a certain point. Had you both really just been sitting around, boredly trying to entertain yourselves for three whole hours?
You had formed the idea maybe a half an hour ago, but searching for signs of Tim’s agreement or reaction was about as impossible as receiving the intel from Nightwing. Tim stared at his empty coffee cup blankly, gently swaying himself in his chair. Finally, he glanced over at you,”You as bored as I am?”
Without looking up from your book, you said bluntly,”If you’re bored; wanna have sex?”
Tim thought it over, glancing back at his laptop for a brief moment, before shrugging and pushing himself to his feet. With about as much casualness as you would expect from someone who was about to have you moaning and begging for release under them, Tim offered you his hand,”I’m down. Bedroom?”
You used Tim’s hand to propel him closer to you, where he caught himself on the arm of your seat, just barely shy of closing the gap between you. Without hesitation, you enveloped the collar of Tim’s shirt and smirked,”Here is fine.”
Day Four: The Gift of Snuggles [Tim Drake x Reader]
Requested by @purelittleblueberry: “If it’s still open can you do one where Tim and the reader were reading together and they fall asleep on Tim and he doesn’t know what to do. Then the other bat boys come in and tease him and he’s like shhh? I’m sorry this just poop in my head and there’s never any fics for Tim”
A/n: DAY FOUR! So I honestly loved writing this. I put a little holiday spin on it so I hope you enjoy it. I just love writing fluff so much sometimes!
____It wasn’t odd for you to be at the Wayne household visiting you boyfriend. Even if Tim weren’t there, for some reason you always were. Alfred adores your company and his brothers love to have you around too. Bruce also has taken quite a liking to conversations with you, especially about your life and what you wish to accomplish, and of course how Tim was. Since you came along, his third oldest son seems to be a bit more relaxed and happy.
Probably because of how you make him do things like you were right now.
It was a brisk winter weekend and you decided to visit Tim at the Manor. He was once again on his laptop working on a case and you simply walked over and closed the screen on him. “Hey!” He yelped but looked up to see you smirking at him. “[F/n] I was working on something important.”
You chuckled, “With you? All your cases are important, that’s why you don’t sleep. I know for a fact that the one you’re on right now can take the back burner for the afternoon, Bruce told me when I walked in. So..” Reaching in the bag on your arm you pulled out two books. “I went to the bookstore today and got us both new books.” You placed them on the coffee table. Yours was the latest and greatest from your favorite author and Tim’s was a murder mystery that was a bestseller.
Though before he could reach for it you took his hand and pulled him up. “But first, let’s get some hot chocolate and Alfred’s Christmas cookies. Then we can come in here and snuggle and read under the light of the Christmas tree.”
Tim smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. “That sounds a lot better than my case.” You grinned and kissed his nose, “I know, and they call you the smart one.” Teasing before pulling out of his arms and heading to the kitchen. Him being right on your tail.
After returning with cookies and cocoa, you both sat down on the couch with your books. Tim had his feet propped up on the coffee table and an arm around your torso as you leaned against his side with your legs straight on the couch.
Sitting in silence with Tim and nothing but books, snacks, and under the light of the Christmas tree seemed like pure bliss and what heaven must be like. It was for once so peaceful in the house of bats because Tim’s siblings were currently out doing their own things. Leaving just you two, Bruce, and Alfred.
It was so peaceful in fact, that you ended up passing out with your head in the crook of Tim’s neck. When he noticed he wasn’t sure what to do. Should he wake you so you can keep reading? Or let you sleep in the warmth that seemed to linger throughout the room.
Deciding to let you rest he set his book aside and began to play with your hair a bit, just taking in your beauty. Silently thanking whatever higher power was up there for giving him someone so special to him. The moment was perfect and so amazing.
Until… the door came swinging open and he heard arguing.
Tim internally panicked, not wanting the arguing of his brothers to wake you. When they came in the room, Dick was the first to notice and let out a loud “Awwww!” Tim immediately shushed him, not wanting to disturb your sleeping figure. Jason rolled his eyes at being shushed, “Oh lighten up, we’re not being that loud.”
Damian simply scoffed, “Tt you Todd are louder than a herd of elephants.” Jason went to retort but Damian turned his attention back to Tim. “Drake, why is it that [L/n] is always here? Are you so attached that she now lives here?”
Tim blushed “No! We’re just dating Damian.” He whispered harshly. Jason smirked, “He means they’re in love.” Jason teased and Tim’s blush darkened. “Jason be quiet you’ll wake her up!” His whisper was a little louder.
Dick realized that maybe it wasn’t the time for teasing and ushered his two other brothers from the room giving Tim a thumbs up, Tim thanked him silently for the save. Relaxing back in the couch, he began to play with your hair again.
“Are they gone?” You mumbled groggily, actually having been woken up when they first came in the door.
He sighed, “Yeah, sorry they woke you.” You shrugged and just snuggled back into him. “Take a nap with me?” Tim tensed a bit at the idea, “[F/n], I don’t know. I should get back to work.”
You peered up at him with puppy dog eyes, “Please? As a christmas present?”
Tim sighed again before smiling and caving in. “Okay, c’mere.” Grinning you climbed up into his arms as he positioned himself to lay beside you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you snuggly in his chest.
With a small hum of contentment you dozed off again in his arms, surrounded by his warmth. Though, not until after mumbling a tired “Best gift ever.”
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