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── 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝕴 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋.

“𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻 𝘒𝘢𝘧𝘬𝘢, 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢.”⠀⠀

─ ཐི nico . minor . tim drake's sweetheart . chinese . editor . intp . yumeshipper . seasian . ཋྀ ─

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corrupted mind

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SMILE FOR THE PAPARAZZI | Tim Drake

pairing : tim drake x male model!reader summary : tim drake and model reader headcanons !! a/n : HIII !! this my first request so bear with me 🫡 also my first time writing about male!reader, so i hope i'm doing you guys some justice! let me know if anythings missing ! requests are open 💖 not proofread! M.L!!

nobody knows model!reader and tim are dating at first, you both keep it a secret to avoid any attention/conflict for the first few months.

tim and model!reader announce their relationship at a gala! it was accidental, people had put two and two together and came to the conclusion that you both were in a relationship.

tim is definitely your biggest supporter!! you get asked to model for any big name? he's there celebrating with you. he watches every show and will always find a way to make it no matter what.

Tim keeps a folder on his computer of magazine covers that have you on the cover, photoshoots that he has definitely attended, and pictures of you on the runway. he kept them all for safe keeping (he admires them)

he refuses to let anyone speak badly about you. it may be a rare occasion, but it happened. the model agency wasn't for the weak, you sometimes feel insecure when someone points out one flaw.

Tim definitely points to a magazine with your face on the cover and brags about you with a proud look.

the both of you were walking in the library, tim talking about needed a specific book that bruce somehow didn't own. you joined him claiming it would be too boring at home. plus, you haven't seen him in a while after having to go out of town for another shoot. you both walked by the magazines, you don't see him grab it, but you heard him speak right after.

"this is my boyfriend if you care.." he said mysteriously as if you weren't his boyfriend.. and standing right next to him..

Gotham's tabloids love you both. they call you the "power couple" of the generation. there's more than enough pictures of you two online. you guys even have a few fanpages!!

you both are chronically online and quote brainrot almost all the time. your fans live to see your guy's posts/pictures and the stupid captions that come with. they say you two need PR training.

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𑣲┆romantic 은 어떨지 , 감이 안 잡혀 (what's the best present?) ˚.⋆

- tomorrow x together, wishlist

ֹ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ in which, you and tim discover that what really completes christmas is simply having each other close.

ft; g/n reader, tim drake

rating; gen | wc; 1.2k

warnings; reader has .. hair?

⁠˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖˖ ݁𖥔

“baby? what’re you doing?”

tim wobbled out of your shared room in the university dorms, rubbing the fatigue out of his eyes. he stumbled a little, holding onto the wall for support. tiredness does still seep into his bones, after all. it's only natural he seems so groggy. you stepped back from the tv, turning to face tim, and at tim's… whole vibe being so different from how the dorms look, you find yourself struggling to not let out a laugh. 

but, he looks so at home with the warm lighting combing through the room. it warms your heart, tugging at the most sentimental parts of your core. this christmas was truly for you both. 

“tim! you're awake! how'd you sleep?” you waddled over to him, gait awkward. hey, it's not your fault that cardboard boxes and christmas lights were strewn all over the floor. “and how's the decor? answer the latter first.” you press a chaste kiss into tim's cheeks. he still has his baby fat from his teenage years, (you both are nineteen ─ barely a change in years, but puberty, your school work, and tim's vigilante work has taken quite a toll on you both, and your maturity levels) and while he hates it when you squish it, you find it hard to ever see a future where you stop looking at his face with nothing but complete adoration. tim's thoughtful hum brought you back to your current reality. right. 

christmas season has begun to dawn on gotham. that means it's holiday season! the one month that every gothamite feels at least a semblance of that special holiday cheer in their bones. you sighed. it's saddening that tim's… unique occupation left little space for actual celebration on the day itself ─ criminals just love the long nights santa “gifts” them; and in turn, they give gotham's vigilantes an incredibly unwelcome “present”. there has been a consistent 10-12% increase in gotham's crime rates every christmas, which means all hands on deck for the elusive group of heroes who oversee the safety of the entirety of gotham. 

(un)fortunately for you, your loving, doting, sweet and kind (all lies… okay maybe not the first three ─ but it is undeniable tim hits hard with his insults, that's why you detest getting into arguments with him) boyfriend is apart of the vigilante group. you've long since accepted it, red robin will always be apart of his life, and by loving him, you have to accept the dangers that come with it ─ dangers that affect both him and you. at least tim's nice enough to not mention you to any of gotham's villains, god knows you don't need the additional stress. can you imagine having to study for an exam worth 80% of your grade and worry about joker?

…can you imagine having to fight the joker…?

…tim really goes through the wringer, huh? you press another kiss; one to his lips, now, in adoration. your sweet boy. your sweet boy who does so much for nothing in return. your hero. 

“you there?” tim's clear voice breaks you out of your stupor. the second time, and it's barely been five minutes. you look into tim's eyes, to find his concerned ones already staring back at yours. “hey, you're thinking about it again, aren't you?” hah, so he can even predict your thoughts. unwilling to answer, you bury yourself deeper into tim's chest. he let out a low chuckle, brushing your hair with his hands. 

“the decorations are beautiful, love. did you set this all up this morning?” tim's curious eyes flitted around his dorm room. before you entered his life (and living space), he's never really paid much attention to christmas cheer. didn't have the time. but you... you've brought a new meaning to the holiday spirit, and honestly? a new type of joy into tim's life. god, he loves you with his whole heart. if it weren't for you, tim just knows he'll still be holed up in the batcave solving cases when gotham is blanketed in snow. and instead of enjoying the winter weather and the aesthetics it brings, he'll just be lamenting about how patrol will be affected terribly by christmas.

“mmf, yeah. but it's not complete yet,” came your muffled voice, face still buried in tim's chest. you sigh, reluctantly peeling back from him. you gave a once-over of him, and feel your heartstrings tug a little. you need to spoil him with christmas cheer. “so, you busy today?” you lead with, allowing easy conversation to flow whilst simultaneously attempting to lure tim into your plan: bringing him christmas shopping!

“not really, no. the professors have been kind enough to assign less homework to us, something about ‘enjoying the one holiday everyone can celebrate’-” he briefly paused, sighing, “which means, bruce will have me doing more work.” he allowed his hand to sneak into yours. you lead him to the couch, where you both promptly plopped down, with you leaning on his shoulder. “really? bruce won't spend christmas with his family? and what about dick? will he leave blüdhaven? or just stay there?” a myriad of questions tumbled out of your mouth, and tim can't help but stare in fondness, replying each question with patience, “yeah, bruce allows for christmas eve and the day after christmas for celebration, but on the day itself, we all have to be on highest alert- even albert. and dick comes for those days only, he has his own crimes to deal with in that city.” he answered, tenderly stroking your hair. you hum, before abruptly sitting up, startling tim a little. 

“hey, warn a guy-!” “tim.” you interrupted, staring deeply into his eyes. he gulped. what the hell? you gripped his hands with a surprising intensity, leaning even closer. oh dear. what's going on?

“have you ever gone christmas shopping?”

…

…what? 

“um… alfred usually does the shopping for us, even so, it's usually delivered right to the manor- what? what's so surprising?” he tilted his head, confused when you let out the worlds loudest gasp at his relevation. “tim! we have to take you out to christmas shopping. come on, let's go, right now!” you stood up, hands never leaving his. “woah, baby, slow down. let's… finish the apartment decorations first, then get ready, then we'll go. ‘s that alright?” he sighed, already feeling the tremors of your excitement affecting him. “of course! but… hmm…” you paused, looking down on the floor, unwilling to share the doubts (or doubt) plaguing your mind. 

“what's on your mind?” tim furrowed his brows, before his eyes zeroed in on the receipts thrown haphazardly on the floor. jesus. that is a steep increase in price. “are you worried about the amount you might spend?” his gaze returned to yours, only to see you biting your bottom lip. you nod slowly. 

you can't blame tim for this. you really can't. he cupped your face with so much gentleness, so much love flowing from his fingers. “baby, look at me.” lifting your head, your eyes connect with tim's warm ones. “you'll never worry about money with me around, okay? don't you worry about the cost. the holidays are about us, not just you, or me.” he placed a soft kiss onto your forehead, before ruffling your hair. 

“now, come on, we gotta get clean this mess up. the faster we do it, the faster we get to your splurging-”

“hey! i don't splurge!” 

“sure. and i don't love you.” 

and you really can't argue with that. 

“that's cheating, drake.” “you loooove me.” “screw you!” “yeah? you wanna show me the true christmas spirit? jingle my bells, even-” “timothy jackson drake!” 

sigh. you two. 

a/n; hello Okay so. genuinely discovered a muse in tim drake. never and i mean NEVER have i pumped out two whole fics in a WEEK. A WEEK. GUYS. THE LAST TIME I UPDATED WAS LAST YEAR!!!!!!

do u know how MANY /NEW/ favourite characters i've gotten this year????!?!!!! favourite people! new group debuted and i changed my tiktok's username (mind you i had my old username for a good half year or so.. i'm actively posting too! im posing a huge risk to my account here) and NEVER have i opened a blank google docs for them. ONCE. and for this STUPID white boy i had to sit down and pull out two SEPERATE playlists for each fic. unbelievable. we need to beat him UP. also do i write a part two to this? i kind of want to see them shopping,,,, stupid couple (btw this is the same reader as wet cat @ 2am !)

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> peeking into the dairy? [unfinished, tumblr keeps fucking it up. i got mad.]

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𓏲ּ𝄢 𝕯𝕮;

█ TIM DRAKE

ᝰ help, my dorm is hosting a wet cat in distress at 2am!

in which, you thought tonight (or morning, rather) would be about essays, emails, and unfinished group projects. instead, you were gifted a pleasant surprise when a wet, dramatic, vigilante mess crashes at your dorm, confesses feelings, and subsequently makes out with you, in that order. yes, it’s tim drake. you're not complaining.

ᝰ romantic 은 어떨지 , 감이 안 잡혀 (what's the best present?)

ֹin which, you and tim discover that what truly completes christmas is simply having each other close.

𓏲ּ𝄢 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝕴𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖙;

█ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

ᝰ 'cus it's not just a figure of speech, you got me down on my knees, it's gettin' harder to breathe.

in which, kazuha finds himself enamoured by the new rockstar on liyue's shores.

ᝰ spidey-zuha !

in which, everyone in your city knows spiderman, and vice versa. so why, of all apartments, did he choose to crash at yours?

ᝰ band!au kazuha

in which, i have a thing for band aus.

█ ALBEDO KREIDEPRINZ

ᝰ are you smarter than a homonculus?!

in which, you and albedo were always academic rivals. what happens when you fall sick?

ᝰ boyfriend!albedo headcannons

in which . . .

ᝰ band!au albedo

in which . . . i still have a thing for band aus.

█ KUNIKUZUSHI, WANDERER, SCARAMOUCHE

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in which,

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in which,

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in which,

█ MISC.

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in which,

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in which,

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in which,

𓏲ּ𝄢 𝕵𝖔𝖏𝖔'𝖘 𝕭𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊 𝕬𝖉𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊;

█ JOJO

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in which,

𓏲ּ𝄢 𝕵𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝕶𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓;

█ GOJO SATORU/GETO SUGURU

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in which,

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in which,

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in which,

𓏲ּ𝄢 𝕿𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖝 𝕿𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗;

█ CHOI YEONJUN.

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in which,

█ CHOI SOOBIN

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in which,

█ CHOI BEOMGYU

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in which,

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> peek into the rulebook?

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘;

ᝰ i will not write anything nsfw, or anything that i am personally uncomfortable with (heavy gore 、incest 、etc.)

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𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉;

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ᝰ unless requested, all my works are gender neutral.

ᝰ i do not have a fixed schedule, i will write when i am able to get the motivation.

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𑣲┆help, my dorm is hosting a wet cat in distress at 2am! ˚.⋆

ֹ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ in which, tim drake ends up in your bedroom, his blood seeping into your uni dorm's floors. chaos ensues.

ft; g/n reader, tim drake

rating; 15+

warnings; descriptions of blood, making out, a lot of swearing the author is going through a tough time man

⁠˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖

holy shit, you were going to kill your professor.

well, okay. maybe you were being overdramatic, but who could blame you? truly, place anyone else in your shoes : rushing a three thousand word essay due tomorrow, at five p.m. on the dot. furthermore, many, many more emails to reply to were flooding your inbox, your group project barely has more than rushed out, scribbled ideas thrown all into a document that you refuse to dig out in the hell that is your account’s google docs, and again. 

that fucking essay. 

when was it assigned? oh, just a mere thirty minutes ago! silly mr. brown, always forgetting his assignments, and then, at the unholy hour of two freaking a.m, decides that all of his students are free enough to complete an entire essay (with proper research and citations, mind you – not just word vomit) in about seventeen hours. remember, this is college schedule. you can barely go to the toilet in these seventeen hours, what makes him think you can complete the essay?

out of the blue, there was a dull “thump, thump, thump” at your dorm window, knocking you out of your trance. “seriously? now of all times? what, i’m going to be shot dead by the joker, aren’t i,” you sighed internally, joints popping and your bones making a noise that should probably be a sign to find a better sitting position (you file that in your brain under later; you cannot be bothered to deal with the medical problems you’ll face as an elderly now) before trudging over to the window.

outside, rain pelts lightly against the glass, gotham’s moon reflecting against your window. it’s times like this that brings your attention to the gothic architecture of gotham – it is mesmerising, truly, in every right of the word. you stare a little, entranced by the stars that glimmer against the imposing buildings of the city. 

“thump, thump, thump, thump!” hurried knocks.

right, your mysterious visitor. romeo, maybe. haha. you try not to let your thoughts drift to how you wished tim drake was your romeo. lock in, man. 

your fingers curled around the window handle, lightly opening it, a pen in hand in case it truly was that fucking laughing maniac. the rain entered your room, forming a small puddle onto the floor. but that was not what your attention was focused on.

there was a red and black blur, before you find yourself leaping to the left, knocked away by the mysterious individual, who is drenched – his hair plastered to his forehead, dark cape hanging loosely over him, one arm clutched awkwardly to his side. he leans heavily against the wall of the your bedroom like gravity is personally attacking him. his chest rises and falls in shallow, panicked breaths – who are you kidding, it is obviously red robin. 

two questions. 

one, why does red robin know where you stay? your dorm is in a more centralised area of your campus, meaning, it is not open to public. meaning, only students had the prior knowledge of the area that your dorm could be possibly located in. 

two, what is red robin doing in your dorm, bleeding out- oh my god, he is fucking bleeding. not a small cut, jesus christ, that is a huge fucking gash.

you catch his elbow to steady him, and the moment his fingers brush yours, something hot and unfamiliar flickers through you. red robin shivers and leans against you for a fraction of a second before straightening, embarrassed.

you grab your first-aid kit, realising with a sinking heart that this is not going to be simple. there’s blood – enough that it makes your stomach twist, but not enough that he looks like he’s dying. still, your hands shake. your mind swirls, attempting to remember the truthfully miserable inventory of medical tools you have. plasters, gauze, and tape. yeah, you’re definitely doing a walmart run soon.

he notices your hesitation. “hey… i’m fine,” he says quickly, trying to wave you off. “i can handle it.”

“no,” you snap, harsher than you mean, fatigue sinking into your bones. “you’re not walking around like this, and you’re not lying to me. sit still.” he blinks at you through his mask, a little startled by the force in your tone, then, slowly, nods. his arm sags against his side, and he lets you work. your hands are steady, even if your brain isn’t. you manage clean the worst of the blood and grime with gauze, patting gently. he flinches when it stings, wincing when your fingers drag across the open wound.

“sorry,” you murmur.

“it’s fine,” he says quickly, voice tight. “i- uh… it’s fine. you’re… doing great.”

that makes you snort. “doing great? i’ve never patched anyone up before. and definitely not one of gotham’s vigilantes.” he lets out a dry laugh. “so i’m your first?”

the question hangs in the air like a taut string.

you pause, studying him. he looks ridiculous – wet hair plastered to his face, jacket torn in places, chest heaving, lips slightly parted, and eyes… oh god, his eyes. even under the domino mask, they’re wide – intense and… painfully human. the thought hits you like a thunderclap: “he’s beautiful. in a way that’s unfair.”

he lets out a shaky exhale, almost like he’s relieved. and then… he shifts slightly closer, too close, and you realise his shoulder is brushing yours. your heart does that ridiculous flutter thing. he mutters something under his breath – nervous, rushed, and panicked. lucky you, you catch his murmured, “i… i shouldn’t be here… but…” you raise an eyebrow, hands still sticky with his blood. “yes?”

he swallows, words tumbling out like they’ve been clogged up in this throat and couldn’t wait any longer: “i… like you. i mean, i… i shouldn’t say it like that, but i… can’t stop thinking about you.” you freeze. your breath stutters, mind completely enveloped with confusion, and your essay long-forgotten. “wait. pause. sorry?”

he rubs the back of his neck, clearly red under the mask, and leans a tiny fraction closer. “i… like you. okay? a lot. too much, even. and i know this is… bad timing. very bad. a-and you don’t even know me, probably, but i… had to tell you.”

oh.

oh.

you blink at him, frozen between “oh my god what the hell” and “holy shit he likes me.”

your hands are shaking, stomach in knots. and the culprit is just sitting there, bleeding, dripping gotham’s acidic rain all over your floor, half-slumped against your wall, and utterly vulnerable. somewhere in the back of your head, a tiny, terrified, chaotic thought pops up: “this is insane. who lets themselves get charmed by a panicking stranger bleeding on their floor at two a.m.?” you let your lips twitch into the smallest smirk, despite yourself. “you’re… ridiculous, you know?” you murmur.

he swallows, eyes wide, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. “i know,” he whispers. you exhale, heart still hammering. “well… you’re lucky you’re a mess i’m curious about, otherwise you’d probably would still be bleeding outside right now.” you offhandedly commented. that, he laughs softly at, the sound rough, and leans back slightly. not in defeat nor surrender, just… letting you patch him up, letting you exist, letting the world pause for a moment.

outside your dorm, rain hammers the window. the city glows under the full moon. your floor is horribly sticky, your heart is racing, and your essay might as well have never existed. because right now… this stranger – wet, dramatic, and definitely acting heroic, just confessed whilst bleeding out on your floor that he likes you. and well, you… you don’t exactly hate it.

but… who the hell is red robin? why did he act like he knew you personally? your fingers itch to tear that stupid mask off. he sounds so… so familiar, but you just can’t put your finger on it. 

your hands are trembling as you press the gauze into place, heart trembling like it’s trying to bury deeper into your chest. he’s leaning just slightly closer than he should, chest warm and sticky cape clinging to yours, hair wet and plastered to his forehead. “stay still,” you mutter, unsure if you were trying to tell him or your heart. he swallows, “i… i’m trying,” his fingers twitch near yours, brushing against your wrist, and you almost lose it.

and then, without thinking, you do it. your lips press against his. it’s not gentle – it’s messy, frantic, just acting braindead on pure impulse. he freezes at first, then stiffens, shivering under your touch, hands hovering near yours, unsure whether to pull away or lean in. and, of course, that’s when the mask slips. just a little. tugged by the wet weight (and additional press against it), sliding down over his nose, exposing more of his face than either of you intended.

your brain melts. the sudden recognition hits like a thunderclap.

holy shit.

it’s tim fucking drake. your campus crush. the one you’ve been hopelessly pining for. the one everyone whispers about because he’s a nepo baby under wayne enterprises. the same one sitting in your dorm, soaked, bleeding, and you’re kissing him. your chest explodes. your hands are shaking. the injury? who cares at this point. you barely even notice the blood on your fingers. all you can think is, “tim likes me. he’s actually… he’s actually… mine? somehow? this is fucking crazy. batshit insane.”

he swallows hard, lips still pressed to yours, eyes wide behind the mask as it slips further, cheeks flushed, breath hitching. “y-you– ” tim starts, voice cracking a little. then, he laughs. it’s low, shaky, the sound vibrating against you. “this… is… wow,” he whispers, almost breathless. “i didn’t… i didn’t think– ”

and suddenly, the mask is gone, sliding fully off tim’s face, wet hair sticking to his forehead. your mind can barely process it, racing, melting. “oh my god,” you mumble, pulling back slightly, chest heaving. “you’re… you’re him.” he swallows again, a tiny laugh escaping. “yeah… it’s me,” he admits softly, leaning closer again despite your panic, running his lithe fingers across his drenched hair. “i… i really like you. you… fuck, you make me stupid.” his confession is soft, like a gentle caress over your skin. yet, the pure want ablaze in his eyes is anything but the coquettish words he just uttered. 

and you really can’t stop yourself this time, pressing another frantic, desperate kiss to his lips, more intentional this time. your hands loop across his neck, closing the already minuscule half-inch space between the two of you. you press further, your lips flush against tim’s, settling yourself in his lap. his domino mask clatters against your floor, but you both couldn’t give a fuck at all. he freezes for a second, then tilts his head, letting you deepen the kiss, and your tongue brushes his, tentative, testing, and suddenly it’s fucking electric – his hand tangles in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer.

low, shaky groans escape the both of you, breaths mingling against your mouths. there’s only tim, only this, only his fingers dragging down your spine. he pulls you flush against him, chest pressing into yours, and your teeth accidentally graze his lower lip. he groans, a low, breathless sound that makes your knees go weak, and you shove your hands into his hair, clinging to him like he might vanish if you let go.

“shit…” he gasps, lips parting just enough to let your tongue explore again, and you can’t help the moan that slips from your own mouth. your knees threaten to buckle, your brain is screaming, every nerve alive and on fire. his hands wander down your waist, gripping, pulling, and you entangle your arms around his shoulders, holding him close, trying to get impossibly closer still. every breath is hot, shallow, mingling with his, every sloppy, frantic kiss sending sparks through your chest.

“fuck…” you whisper against tim, almost losing yourself entirely, “fuck… don’t fucking stop,” he groans low, tilting his head, tongue sliding against yours again. it’s teasing, messy, and fucking desperate. your stomach twists and flutters, your heart hammering against your ribcage, and suddenly you realise you’ve lost all sense of time, space, anything except tim drake, and the way he tastes, the warmth of his chest, the chaos of it all.

your hands wander lower, brushing along his torso, and he shivers, chest rising and falling rapidly, his lips parting again, gasping against yours. you bite gently at his bottom lip, groaning at the response, and he presses closer, forehead bumping yours, eyes half-lidded, flushed and wild. the kiss breaks for a breath, just barely, and you both pant, cheeks pressed together, messy hair sticking to each other, hearts hammering, clothes damp from rain and sweat. he murmurs your name, soft, ragged, and you realise you’re utterly, and wonderfully fucked.

and then, because of course, he leans in again, lips crashing against yours with reckless abandon, tongue tangling with yours, fingers grasping everything he can touch, hearts racing, and suddenly there is nothing else. nothing. just this, just him, and the perfect disaster of it all.

holy fuck.

he leans back slightly, messy hair plastered, chest still rising fast, eyes still glinting with that ridiculous, half-shy, half-smirk expression. “another time?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing, and exactly like the heir to wayne enterprises.

your brain stills. your hands are still sticky. your chest is still beating rapidly. and your cheeks are burning enough to fry an egg. and instead of giving a proper answer, you decide to slap him lightly across his shoulder, playfully, not hard, but enough to make a point.

“do not act smug, timothy.” you mutter, voice trembling, half-laughing, half-gasping, “i’m… i’m not responsible for the mess you made in my brain.”

he laughs, low and shaky, leaning closer despite the warning, one hand brushing a strand of wet hair from your forehead. “mess? no, it’s… i prefer unfinished case,” he says, and you groan, chest twisting, because yes. he’s infuriating. and yes. you’re completely in love.

timothy jackson drake-wayne is going to be the death of you. 

even if he is gotham’s smartest vigilante.

a/n: hey.. hi... 🍅🍅🍅 owww please 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅 no sto 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅 pleas 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

okay Hello i know its. been a... *checks notes* a YEAR... so god bless my readers. all i have is a most likely ooc fic of the lamest robin ever... sorry.....

[sft-chrries]

lowkey

pairings: m. tokito x gn!reader

warning: might be bad because i made this under an hour because i had an epiphany + just needed more fluff of this kid in this app.

muichiro stirred, his body instinctively shifting closer, face burying into the crook of (name)’s neck as a quiet, content sigh escaped his lips. soft light from the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting long orange streaks across the bed. limbs tangled beneath the sheets, the two teenagers were tucked together in the center of a king-sized bed.

they’d managed to slip past yuichiro’s ever-watchful eye. (name) chuckled under their breath, the sound barely more than a whisper, fingers lazily caressing the bare skin of muichiro’s arm. “we’re dead if yuichiro finds us like this,” they murmured. it wasn’t fear in their voice, it was just the entertainment that came with knowing their time was limited.

muichiro didn’t open his eyes. “then let’s not move,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. (name) rolled their eyes, but there was a smile tugging at their lips.

when they muttered something about their head being in full view of the door, muichiro shifted without argument, draping his body slightly over theirs in a half-hearted attempt to shield them from sight.

suddenly, the door creaked open. yuichiro’s voice called out flatly, “oi, dinner’s ready.” the sight clearly didn’t go unnoticed, but muichiro didn’t seem to care. he gave a barely coherent, “later,” before his breathing evened out again. yuichiro clicked his tongue, muttered something under his breath, and shut the door.

the moment it clicked shut, (name) tried not to laugh, burying their face into muichiro’s shoulder. “he’s going to kill you,” they whispered, voice shaking with barely contained amusement.

“mmm. worth it,” came the reply, muffled by sleep. “you’re warm.”

they hummed softly, fingers threading through his hair, settling again into the calm.

but the calm didn’t last.

a sudden rush of footsteps echoed down the hallway, fast and frantic. muichiro was up in seconds, quick and quiet, moving to lock the door with a sharp click. (name) blinked in surprise but didn’t ask, just watched him curiously, a question lingering in their eyes.

then came the shout.

“i know (name) is in there! i saw their shoes!”

yuichiro’s voice was clear, sharp, and more than a little pissed. (name) stared at the door in panic. “we’re so dead.”

“not if he can’t get in,” muichiro replied simply, crawling back under the blanket.

they were barely given a moment to process before the unmistakable sound of keys jingling reached their ears.

“he has a key?!” (name) hissed, panic rising.

muichiro groaned into his pillow. “it’s his house too.”

as the doorknob jiggled, (name) tried to think of something—anything—but muichiro beat them to it.

“play dead,” he murmured.

“what?!”

“shhh. corpses don’t talk.”

and despite everything, (name) sighed and laid back down beside him, matching his stillness with an exaggerated expression of defeat.

then the door opened.

yuichiro stepped in, eyes already narrowing at the obvious mound beneath the blanket. without hesitation, he yanked it back, revealing the two of them huddled close. he crossed his arms with a victorious smirk. “ah hah! i knew it. lowkey, my ass. you two should see how you look at each other in class.”

muichiro groaned, face half-buried in the pillow. “can you not ruin the moment?”

(name) hid their face in their hands, cheeks hot with embarrassment. yuichiro just stared, clearly not amused. “embarrassing for you, maybe. i’m the one who has to deal with mom and dad when he finds out that their muichiro ahs a girlfriend.”

muichiro turned his head a little, peeking up at his brother with a sleepy but smug look. “not if no one tells them.”

yuichiro raised an eyebrow. “are you trying to blackmail me?”

“no,” muichiro said plainly. “i’m making a deal.”

there was a pause before yuichiro sighed deeply. “fine. ten more minutes. but then both of you are dragging your asses to dinner like normal people.”

the door shut again—and this time, muichiro made sure to lock it.

as the quiet returned, (name) finally let out the breath they were holding. “i can’t believe that actually worked.”

muichiro gave a soft hum and pulled them closer. “told you. not moving was the best idea.”

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🍒 sft-chrries 2025

[calx-bdo]

wait this is so cute im crying

[strawberry-macchiato]

what could have been

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Day 61, 62, 63

[calx-bdo]

holy .

[kryannoy]

omigosh sitei wld DEFINITELYY be the cutest jealous bf ever :((

HONESTLY HE WOULDDD TT

Imagine the side eye he gives you watching random guys on tiktok, or kpop idols, or fangirling over a fictional character? He'll keep asking you who's that. And says something like "but you have a boyfriend??"

I think he would be petty about it too, probably open up some random girl kpop mv idk

[calx-bdo]

IMC RYING

[jjenthusee]

Music Shuffle!

thank u for the tag @ebodebo and @lavenderdaisychain 😌💐

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same!

About You by 1975

Every Breath You Take by The Police

Til the sun goes up by So!YoON!

gloria by Kendrick Lamar & SZA

Strawberry Lemonade by j.pastel

yellow is the color of her eyes by Soccer Mommy

At Your Best (You Are Love) by Aaliyah

pueblo by wave to earth

CATFISH by Doechii

Come back to me by RM

no pressure tags: @indecisive-authors @heavysighing-dreamyeyes @batsycline69 @siddyyyyyyyy @in-som-niyah @justasimpleton-26 @sunnie-angel & anyone else who wants to join :)

[indecisive-authors]

Thanks for the tag parental figureee🤩

Music shuffle ^^

Rearview by Beach Bunny

Treehouse by kelseydog

Home by Edith Whiskers

Meet Me At Our Spot by THE ANXIETY, Willow & Tyler Cole

Homesick by Noah Kahan

Tired by beabadoobee

Cuffing Season by Beach Bunny

Fable by Gigi Perez

Take A Bite by beabadoobee

Evergreen by Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners

Tags (no worries if you don’t want to do this ^^)

@mallardisaster @new-importantchildcollector @luca-is-a-pengu @elizabeth-astraea @spicy-apple-pie @transparentpenguinbackground @ffaelix @ilostmygenderalongwithmydignity @agreektragedyfr @gneepgnorpsneepsnorp

[luca-is-a-pengu]

thanks for the tag. i love games. but lets see how terrible this mix will be.

BANG BANG BANG by BIG BANG

Burning Love by Elvis Presley

Candy by NCT Dream

Clementine by Sun Room

There Are Other Ways by the Cast of Epic: The Musical

Icarus by Bastille

Our Last Summer by the Mamma Mia Cast

Abracadabra by Lady Gaga

Pink Pony Club by Chapell Roan

My Boyfriend's Back by Betty Everett

Ngl This is a great reminder why I never use suffle but it could have been a worse mix, given there are a bunch of wild genres that didn't appear...

no pressure tags, games are meant to be fun ^-^

@joaniejustwokeup @nxxdlemeh @southerngothhorror @marie-feorin @kosmoem @isapelisaa @i-am-simply-lovely

(i dont have more people that I talk to on here. If you see this and you weren't tagged: pretend you are also tagged ^-^)

[southerngothhorror-deactivated2]

thank you for the tag!!!

here’s the songs:

i miss you—darren hayes

from austin—zach bryan

body like a back road—sam hunt

28—zach bryan

i’m the problem—morgan wallen

that’s so true—gracie abrams

sorry i’m here for someone else—benson boone

pink skies—zach bryan

i could have killed him—rupert gregson-williams

scrawny—wallows

no pressure tags: @thepiedcurrawong @ning-ningx300 and anyone else can join!

:D

[izumi-moon]

here's the songs ig:

slow low by jason derulo

we fell in love in october by girl in red

baby by justin Bieber

bubblegum bitch by marina

Alien blues by Vundabar

bad boy by juice wrld

lay all your love on me by abba

safari by serena

like a G6 by far east movement

harleys In hawaii by katy perry

tags:- @bamgyuuu-2001 @pixelsbuildmysoul @ender-afton @fand0m-fano12 @zayzay250 @itsnotmyfaultimthisway @whistlebrox @jammahanna @sw33tl1f3 @locothewolf @thepiedcurrawong @f0x-pawzzzz @itzzzzzzyyyyydaaaaa @minjixhen @the-chaos-gang @crazybookloversworld @venus-salam-the-puppet @smolwriter @chrrific @kalipeach102 @bingusdingusbitches @robinbriar @g1r-ap0ca1yps3 @jaydonisnothere @ning-ningx300 @enbypalsidk @beatrix77 @krowdrawscomics @cheez-the-clown @rowentheraccoon71 @elliesdirtywifebeater @blueeeseth @every1luvsguinevere

[rmaence]

thanks for the tag izumi !

are you bored yet clairo & the wallows

angel baby troye sivan

dear god tate mcrae

killshot magadalena bay

swim chase atlantic

extral jennie & doechii

loose enhypen

heaven and back chase atlantic

15 minutes sabrina carpenter

off my face justin beiber

💌 @glittercrashhh @isoobie @sojumimi @woniefication @amatariki @tanghuyuj @tyunni + any others who want to join :0

[tanghuyuj]

tysm for the tag mick !! ^^

girl i’ve always been - olivia rodrigo

blue - yung kai

pink - wave to earth

fragile - laufey

backburner - niki

10:36 - beabadoobee

home - the poles

step back - zb1

danger - txt

highlight - tws

no pressure tags! @starriniqhts @stantxtforabetterlife @dearwhs @mungbeancoups @ribbeoms @kaiyunsim + anyone else who wants to join 💗

[calx-bdo]

THANK U MAIA !!! i unfortunately do not have any friends to tag but heres my on repeat !

panic - beomgyu

black sorrow - vivinos

apple cider - beabadoobee

m a k e i t t o t h e m o r n i n g - partynextdoor

dear. my darling - boynextdoor

small girl - lee young ji

soaked - shy smith

call me - boynextdoor

blink gone - vivinos

fadeaway - boynextdoor

[tanghuyuj]

we get, the same! a woonhak smau

#23 - be mine?

synopsis: it’s the start of the new school year and you’re not excited whatsoever. though, your classmate and desk partner, kim woonhak, is beyond excited. you two evidently don’t get along well, bickering left and right. but when you begin to notice small details that woonhak does for you and it seems as if your whole school is just waiting for you to get together, you start to spiral.

warnings: mention of food (hot choco) and the series of tweets in the middle are over a period of time!

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maia’s note: anddd that’s a wrap! thank you to everyone who has read wgts whether it was from the beginning or just now, thank you so much for giving this smau so much love and support!! i’ve made a playlist for them which ill link here >< truly thank you to everyone who has been on this journey and i’m going to miss this smau so so badly. likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated!! 🩵🩵

taglist: @kekaekeke @mimimimiaa @s0shroe @mungbeancoups @molensworld @en-dream @kaiyunsim @httpenhoon @ranjupotato @cinnamonshuaa @pinklemonade34 @kazemiya @siekksjs @sirenla @kittkyu @mensisim @livibbu @junhanism @enzstr @thea-herondale @i03jae @sionshiii @helpsplease @yurisblooming @defnotsanni @haechology @janjoonty @petralovesbonedo @anormieee @nineooooo @oowir @luvkwh @skibidihan @mbella607 @stantxtforabetterlife @midnight-rain-pdf @massiveunicorn6969 @bambisnc @mymelodyfanatic @slowlylefttyphoon @hrtleehan @ribbeoms @winteringdream @starboy-library / @kstrucknet (taglist: closed. in white = cannot be tagged)

[calx-bdo]

THEYRE FUCKING REALL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[calx-bdo]

hi new moot !! >< i realized i never followed u and i was like what… what am i doin.

(+ ty for all ur feedback on wgts it makes my day <3)

HIII NEWWW MOOTT !!!!! im actually so surprised u fb 😭😭😭😭 tjanm yoyuu !!!! also ur wgts series keeps me GOING bro im so serious tjanku for this !!! 🙏🙏🙏