tgwltw:

Sorry this took a while to post! I am not satisfied with how the ending is but hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Words inside the brackets basically signify the conversation taking place at the same time but at a different place/from a different POV). Hope you enjoy~

Tim fidgets
before he takes out his phone, a small smile appearing on his face and he
quickly types in a reply. He slips his phone back in to its hiding place just
as Bruce finishes his briefing. He glances at the clock and looks back at
Bruce. The moment Bruce ended the meeting, Tim immediately head to his bedroom.

“Are you
thinking what I am thinking?” Jason randomly says out of the blue the moment
Tim rushes out of the bat cave. Dick raises one of his eyebrows.

“Highly
unlikely, Todd.” Damian mutters and Jason rolls his eyes.

“It was a
rhetorical question, demon spawn.” Jason replies before turning to face Dick.
Bruce is out of shot, talking with Alfred so he might just have to make do with
Dickiebird and the demon spawn. “Are you guys not curious as to why he has been
so giddy and secretive lately?” Jason asks.

Dick shrugs
his shoulders. “I did notice he is looking happier but… are you implying what I
think you are?” Dick chuckles. Jason shrugs his shoulders before glancing at
Damian.

“TT.” Damian
crosses his arms. “Well, he was looking at his phone just before he left.”
Drake probably had not realized he had been staring at him earlier. By now, his
curiosity is already getting the best of him. What if Drake got himself in to
trouble?

Jason smirks.
“All the more reason for us to start investigating.”

Dick looks at
the clock. “So do we want to follow him and see what he is up to?”

Tim fixes his hair just before you came up to
him. The smile on your face is so bright Tim has to blink a few times, totally
taken by your beautiful, bright smile. He grins the moment you reach him. “Hey,
Y/N.” He greets you and you feel your cheeks flush before you pat your hair
back in to place – that speed walking from the bus stand probably cause your
hair to be out of place.

“Hi, Timothy.” You lean on your tip toes to
press a kiss on his cheeks, causing Tim to blush. His blush causes you to blush
too and Tim lets out a chuckle before reaching for your hand, lacing your
fingers together.

(“Did you
hear that? She called him ‘Timothy’.” Jason snorts as he tries to cover quickly
cover his laughter.

“Never
mind that – did you see that love-stricken look Drake has on his face?” Damian
looks almost like he is about to throw up. “I cannot believe I am seeing this.”

“Tim has
a girlfriend?”)

“Have you been here long?” You ask him as the
two of you start walking towards the diner. Tim shakes his head before
switching places with you, letting him be the one walking near the road instead
of you. “Thank you.” He smiles at you.

(“That
was thoughtful of him.” Dick comments as they continued to follow after Tim.)

Tim laughs when you finish telling him your
joke. Seeing him laugh has always manage to brighten your day. You definitely
did not know how you manage to get someone like Tim to like you back. When he
had confessed his attraction to you, you had been so close to fainting because
you had not expect that from Tim. You did, after the initial shock passed,
confess to him too. Safe to say, the two of you have been dating for over six
months now and you are incredibly happy.

“Thank you for getting dinner with me, Tim.”
You tell him as Tim walks you all the way back to your apartment. He grins at
you. “I know you were busy earlier.”

Tim runs his hand through your hair before
pressing a kiss on your cheek. “I had fun tonight.”

You grin before leaning forward to wrap your
arms around him. “Yeah, me too.” You tell him. “Thank you for walking me all
the way home.” Tim grins and kisses your lips one last time before telling you
to go inside your apartment building. He waits until you are safely inside your
building before turning to go back to the manor.

Tim stops in his tracks a block away from your
apartment when he sees Jason, Damian and Dick hanging around. He groans and
before he could even run away, Damian is suddenly in front of him – this kid
really doesn’t care where he is, Tim thought to himself.

“I think we need to have a talk,
Tim.”

avengerdragoness:

Thank you so much love!

List 2:
#7: …to shut them up
#17: …to distract

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You sat in your shared apartment with Tim and watched him typing away on his laptop. His face was inches from the screen and his eyes were hyper focused as he was surrounded by empty coffee mugs.

“Hey Tim” You called from on the other side of the couch.

He pulled his eyes away to look at you. “Yes?”

“How much longer do you think you’ll be working on that? I was thinking we could grab some lunch.” You scooted closer. “I’ll even buy you a coffee.” You grinned.

He sighed. “I don’t think I can swing that today. I’ve got a million cases from Bruce, not to mention homework, and missions with the titans. I’m buried and if I don’t get it done then bad things will happen. Everything will fall into chaos and–” You cut him off by leaning in and kissing him.

Pretty soon he was crawling over you and pinning you under him. You smiled as you kissed him, successfully distracting him from the stress and frustration of his work.

After a while you pulled back and cupped his face. “You worry too much.” You shook your head and he smiled down at you. “I guess you’re right. They can go one afternoon without me. How about that coffee?”

Giggling you nodded. “My treat.”

3,000+ Milestone Closed

avengerdragoness:

List 3:
#15: “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

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It was an early morning when you woke up in bed, however you distinctly remember falling asleep on the couch last night as you tried to wait up for Tim. He was late coming back from patrol which lead to you crashing on the couch while watching late night reruns.

Slipping out of bed, you padded out of your bedroom to find Tim slumped over his laptop. Sighing you walked over and ran a hand through his hair. “Morning” You said hoarsely as your vocal cords were still waking up themselves.

Tim looked up at you and gave you a tired smile. You played with his hair before asking, “How do you feel? You were out late.”

He shrugged. “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

Chuckling you shook your head, you stretched before heading for the kitchen and putting on a cup of coffee. “Your family would kill me for enabling your caffeine addiction.”

Tim pulled himself from the couch and met you in the kitchen. Finding you getting some ingredients out for breakfast. “But they’d keep you around for making sure I’m eating.” He smiled before walking to the cabinet to pull out two mugs. Preparing the coffee to both your liking.

“Yeah, but even I can’t get between you and coffee.” You grinned at him. 

He shook his head, “I’d choose you before coffee any day.”

“Really?”

“Really”

3,000+ Milestone CLOSED

writingtheworks:

“Someone accepting the bad parts of you without judging.” – 56.

I like this one!!

Warning: implied character death and grief

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Tim’s arms felt tired. The whole of his body did, ached and ached and ached, so he focused on just one part of the pain to flush the rest out. It had been a long time since he’d given in.

He was supposed to head out for patrol soon. He was supposed to call the board and set up a meeting. He was supposed to be doing a lot of things, but Conner was gone and Bruce was gone, and no one seemed to care but him anymore. On any other night, he would have mourned by burying himself in work. Tonight was just the breaking point.

“It’s okay to cry,” you breathed gently, stroking his hair out of his face. Tim’s breath hitched with another silent sob. It wracked his shoulders and ran down his nose, and it was the first time in a long time that Tim had allowed himself to cry. Another soft stroke wiped a stream of tears from his face.

“They’ll always be here with you, Tim,” you promised, rubbing his back. “You can remember them, and one day, those memories will make you happy again. I promise. Conner, Bruce… they’re here.”

You put a hand to Tim’s chest, over the space of tangled blanket that he had wrapped around himself, where his heart was. Tim felt like it wasn’t there anymore. He was exposed, and he knew he should be working and he knew he should be doing something, but it just didn’t feel right anymore. Nothing felt right anymore.

“I… I can’t anymore, Y/N,” he breathed.

A kiss was set upon his hair, and he was reminded of the way Bruce would hug him and do that same thing. Into the darkness of his bedroom, you muttered. “And that’s okay. You deserve a break. Just… let it out, okay? I’ll be right here, Tim… I’ll always be here.”

posiey:

Not requested but I’m in my Tim feels and it has been so long that I’ve written something for myself!

Tim Drake x Reader

•••

It was suppose to be a cute little innocent ride. Tim even hopped to get to cuddle with you through the ride but of course life never seemed to go his way.

“Y/N!” Tim squealed as he clinged onto you for dear life.

“You’re a vigilante, are you seriously scared of this?” You smirked as you rocked the cart again as you neared the top.

“Please stop!” Tim buried his head into your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

You ignored him, “Hey look we’re almost at the top!” Tim bravely peeked out from his hiding spot only for you to start rocking the cart again. He shrieked and tightened his grip on you once again.

The cart stopped as it reached the top, you placed a short kiss on Tim’s head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Tim looked up relieved that you stopped your shenanigans. He pulled you into a sweet kiss only for you start all over again.

“I hate you.” He mumbled as he closed his eyes and resumed to his previous position.

“I love you too.” You grinned as the ride began to move once again.

nightwingdiva:

Here’s a fluffy happy times fic. Because I can do those, too. Look at this post first, because it helps things make more sense

Tagging: @speedypan @memento-scribet @cait-writes-stuff @batfamily-imagines

Words: 787

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“Can somebody please tell me why we’re
watching Titanic? Again?” Jason asks
as he plops himself down on the couch.

“Because it’s a beautiful work of
cinematography, and it’s my turn to pick the movie.” Dick sits in front of the
TV and inserts the movie into the DVD player.

“You do know that Rose and Jack
weren’t really people on the Titanic,
don’t you?” Tim sits down and leaves space for you to sit next to him.

“I don’t care! It’s a beautiful
story!” Dick rolls on the floor until he’s sitting in front of the couch.
Apparently furniture is too good for him tonight.

Bruce walks in holding Damian by
the scruff of his shirt and plants the younger boy in a chair before finding a seat
himself. Damian sulks in his seat, bitter about the fact that he can’t escape
another movie night.

You walk into the living room with
a plastic shopping bag just before Dick hits play on the movie.

“Hey, Timmy, we found a card while
shopping today that I think you might like!” You sit down next to him and pull
out the card that Jason had pointed out earlier. Now is as great of a time as
any to tell Tim your big news.

You’d accidentally let it slip to
Jason that you were pregnant, and you needed a way to tell Tim that he would be
a father. So when you read the pale blue card with the words “What is a Dad?”
printed on the front, you knew it would be perfect. The words “You. You is a
Dad” on the inside only solidified the card’s perfection, and you bought it
without a second thought.

Tim looks at you with a raised
eyebrow as he takes the envelope from your hand. “Why did you buy it? It’s just
a card. You could have taken a picture or something.”

“Just open the damn card, Timothy.”
You huff.

“I’d do what she says, Timberly.
Before she accidentally kills you.” Jason leans forward and speaks in a stage
whisper. You shoot Jason flaming daggers with your eyes, and he falls back into
the couch, trying to avoid upsetting the hormonal pregnant lady.

Tim opens the envelope and reads
the card.

But instead of getting excited like
you thought he would, he just stares at it with confusion.

“How did this card get past any
editors? It isn’t grammatically correct.”

“Oh my god, Tim, that is not the
point of the card.”

“But the point of the card isn’t
even relevant because I’m not a dad.”

“Just give it a few months.” You
roll your eyes and lean into the couch, completely done trying to explain the
situation to your boyfriend in a fun and creative way.

“Y/N, what are you talking abou—Oh,
shit.” Tim’s eyes double in size as soon as he realizes what you’ve been trying
to tell him. “You don’t mean that you’re…?” He points to you.

You simply nod your head.

“So that means I’m…?” He points to
himself, and you nod again, this time with a faint smile.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He asks
more to himself than anyone else. He stares at the carpet for a few seconds,
letting that fact sink in. When he looks up his eyes are wide and full of life,
and he’s radiating a new, warm energy that completely melts your heart. “Bruce!
I’m going to be a dad! Y/N! I’m going to be a dad!” He leans closer to you and
gently places a hand over your stomach. When he talks, his voice is full of
wonder. “And you’re going to be a mom.”

“I’m proud of you, Timbo. I didn’t
know you had it in you.” Jason speaks up from his place on the couch. “Or
rather, I didn’t know you had it in Y/N.”

Your smiling face instantly falls
into the did-you-really-just-say-what-I-think-you-just-said-I’m-going-to-kill-you
expression that Jason has been causing so much lately. Without breaking eye
contact with Jason, you hurl a pillow at his face, which he easily catches and
holds to his chest.

Tim either didn’t hear what Jason
said or is choosing to ignore it. He is completely enamored with you and your
growing child, and he looks up at you with eyes that are full of love and
tears.

“Y/N. We’re going to be parents.”
He kisses you before resting his forehead against yours. He’s crying happy
tears now, and you brush one from his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “I can’t
believe it. We’re going to be parents.”

“So,” Jason speaks up from behind
his pillow. “How long until we find out if it’s a Timothy or a Timberly?”

avengerdragoness:

Hope you love it anon!
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“Stop it, stop whatever the hell your doing”

You looked up to see Tim pointing a finger at you. “What?”

“You’re about to waste coffee! How could you [F/n]?”

Cocking an eyebrow you looked at the mug you were about to dump out, “Tim it’s been sitting on the table all day, it’s old”

He strode over taking the mug, “That’s disgusting if you drink that” you spoke firmly

“It’s fine” he smelled it. Taking a sip before cringing. “Oh god” he covered his mouth.

Taking the mug you dumped it out “I warned you. If you get food poisoning now it’s not my fault.”

“Remind me to listen to you from now on”

‘Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next lines (incase I want to do more than five)’

avengerdragoness:

I hope you love this!!
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“I want to slap you but kiss you right now.”

“Personally I’d prefer the second option” Tim eyed you curiously. Unsure whether to stay put or high tail it out of the room. “Why exactly do you feel this way?”

You observed as your cat was trying to cuddle next to Tim. “I want to slap you because my cat never wants to cuddle me but always wants to cuddle you. I want to kiss you because it’s adorable to see you with a cat”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Well since I don’t control what your cat does how about the second one” he moved your cat out of the way so he could scooch closer to you.

You laughed, “You make a compelling argument” smiling at him.

“Yes I do” moving his face closer to yours.

“Buut, I’m still not happy about my lack of kitty cuddles” you pulled away making him pout. “How about some Timmy cuddles?” You questioned opening your arms.

He laughed before pulling you over to him. “I think I can accommodate that”

REQUESTS CLOSED

memento-scribet:

“Awww, Timberly’s old arts and crafts project.” Jason smirked as he flipped through the pages.

Tim buried his red face in his hands. “I am so breaking up with you, Y/N.” He groaned. 

“No, you aren’t. Because you love me.” Y/N said as she nuzzled his shoulder. “You love me almost as much as you used to love Batman and Robin.” Tim groaned and sunk into the couch a bit more.

(700 Follower Celebration)

batboysimagine:

A/N: This is honestly such a cute idea! I love Tim very much! Also, thank you so much, I’m glad you like my writing. ❤

Warnings: Extreme corniness???

Request: Tim Drake where he sends S/O polaroids or developed photos when he has missions outside the country!! Reader has numerous albums of his photography, some of them are pics of S/O and him ❤ You have magnificent writing skills! I can’t believe I just found your blog!!

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Tim smiled as he sorted through the recently developed photographs. Mostly views and scenery that he knew you would love, but also several photos of him that he had gotten Dick to take for you.

One of the photos that he was particularly excited to send you was a simple photo of him, smiling into the camera and making a heart with his hands. He saved it to be the last picture that you’d see.

With a black pen, he wrote captions on miniature post-it notes, that he stuck onto every picture. When he reached the last one he paused, smiling softly before scribbling down a short note. He packed the photos into an envelope and took them to be shipped to Gotham.
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You raced down the staircase of Wayne Manor, only stopping once you found Alfred in the kitchen.

“Alfred, is there any mail?” you questioned breathlessly, wheezing slightly after sprinting from your room.

“Yes, Miss (Y/N). Master Tim sent this for you,” Alfred responded, handing you a manila envelope.

You grinned, taking the envelope from his hands and carrying it over to the table, barely able to contain your joy. The boys had been gone for three weeks, and you missed Tim greatly.

You carefully undid the seal on the envelope and pulled out a stack of photos.

You sorted through them, grinning madly at the captions he had written for each picture, scrawled onto the tiny post-its.

There was a photo of a night sky, a full moon at the center of the photo. On the sticky-note it read: ‘I love you to the moon and back.’

You continued to look through the pictures, in awe at some of the amazing shots.

You smiled when you saw the pictures of Tim doing dumb poses, and one where Jason had decided to photobomb.

Your heart melted at the last photo, and tears started to trail down the sides of your face. ‘I love you from the bottom of my heart.’ It was stupid, and cheesy, but you loved it all the same.

You took the small pile of pictures into your hands, and carried them up to yours and Tim’s room. You shut the door behind you and moved to your bookshelf, pulling several leather-bound photo albums from the shelves.

You situated yourself on your bed, and began inserting the pictures into the album, writing the date and pasting Tim’s captions underneath each one.

When you were finished you flipped to the front of the book. You smiled fondly at the old memories. Pictures Tim had mailed to you were mixed in with photos of you and him.

His corny little captions never failed to make you smile.

A picture of the two of you on a sunny day, holding hands and smiling into the camera was labeled: ‘Your smile is brighter than the sun.’

You continued to look through the albums for hours, grinning like an idiot the whole time.
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Tim smiled down at the little piece of paper in his hands. The one picture he didn’t send was of you. Just you.

‘I love you.’