Tim’s Jacket. A Masky/Tim X Reader Oneshot :)
(art not mine)
(my submissions are open)
Ticking from the clock across from you filled the room and repetitively broke the silence within your room with every tick. Today had been dreadful and all you wanted to do was sleep, something which your body was determined not to let you do. Surprisingly it was only 9pm and everyone else was pretty much awake. Every so often you could hear Jeff yelling profanities due to loosing whatever game he was playing in him room with Ben. You could hear muffled music coming from someone’s room but you couldn’t pinpoint whos it was. Annoyed, you pulled yourself up and wandered your room, pacing to and fro trying to push your body to the point of exhaustion so you could finally sleep. After a few minutes your eyes landed on Tims jacket draped over an old and unused wooden chair, drafted away to the corner of your room. He had let you borrow the jacket a few days ago to warm you up in one of your late night walks around the forest and you’d simply forgotten to give it him- it wasn’t entirely your fault. He’d been on a mission for the past few days and you hadn’t heard a word from him. Sometimes you’d worry about him- is he safe? Or other times you’d wonder how cold he was from missing his jacket. That thought always made you laugh, did he regret lending you his jacket? You chuckled, picking up the jacket and holding it out in front of you, you traced your fingers over the pale-ish material and ran your hand over its seems and embroidery. When you brought it close to you Tim immediately rushed into your senses. His scent danced its way into your nose, causing your breath to hitch at this attack you’d just endured. it was aas if he was stood infront of you, pressed against you, finally allowing you to be close to him. You filtered through the layers of his scent- the faint smell of cigarette smoke covered up by a husky aftershave, the sweetness of outside where he spent most of his time and the warming touch of how he generally smelt most days. You stood in your darkened room for at least five minutes, holding this jacket, trying to get closer to Tim. You weren’t together but the feelings were present on both ends. A part of you questioned if he was scared of commitment, or abandonment, or even just being in a relationship.
You clenched the jacket tighter as your growing need for him bubbled inside your mind. You hated when he was gone for long periods of time. As a tear brewed in your eye you brought a sleeve to your face and delicately brushed it away, soothingly, slowly, softly. You imagined Tim was comforting you, whispering sweet truths in your ear that everything was going to be okay. That he would keep you safe. That he loves you. Your mind wandered and you began imagining what other things he would do to comfort you: would he kiss you? if so where? would he kiss your lips- causing you to stop speaking about your worries. Would he kiss your neck and shoulders- causing you to relax your muscles and melt beneath his touch. How would he kiss you? soft? slow? fast? rough? would he bite you? or would he hold you close? if so how? would he have a hand in your hair, stroking you and running his fingers within your strands? would he keep his hands pressed against your back? keeping you pressed against him? or would his hands remain on your waist? A banging noise from outside startled you and pulled you back to reality, the noise faded before bens voice echoed down the corridor “FUCK OFF JEFF YOU FUCKING CHEATER.” Defeated, and un-entertained by Jeff and Bens gaming night, you sighed and forced yourself back to bed, bringing the jacket with you. You covered yourself with the safety of your sheets before placing the jacket to your right side and laid it out on the bed. Moments passed and you finally felt tired. You shuffled closer to the jacket and wrapped your arms around it, imagining you were hugging him. Tims sent and imaginary presence began to smooth you to sleep, your brain grew quieter and your body relaxed more, loosening the grip on his jacket.
You weren’t fully asleep, but your eyes were closed and with every minute that passed you slipped further into a state of comfort. You heard your door creak open and footsteps move within your room. Your eyes stayed shut. You didn’t care who it was you just wanted to sleep. A slight mutter escaped the person but your brain was too sleepy to understand. Within a moment you felt the jacket shift and pull from beneath you and subconsciously a whimper left your mouth. Your eyes were still hazed but you began fighting yourself, begging them to open, begging you to hit whoever just took your comfort away and also woke you up. But before your eyes had time to focus the familiar scent of the jacket creeped back to your nose and the mattress dipped slightly. Your eyes began opening, your vision was glazed and unclear but you recognised the red plaid shirt as the person laid beside you wrapped himself in your sheets before pulling you closer. Your voice was craggy and rough but you managed to force a “Tim?” To escape. A small and quiet laugh came from the man as he responded, reaching a hand into your hair and guiding your head to lay on his chest. “Im here, late, but here” you felt a smile make its presence on your face and your arms wrapped around him, grabbing whatever you could of him. His hand, although slightly cold, brushed its way through your hair, gently wrapping fingers around your strands, in a soothing motion which caused your muscles to relax and melt in his arms. His right hand continued to stoke your hair as his left hand kept you close to him, every now and then shifting up and down, as if coaxing you to sleep, as if he knew how much you needed so sleep and how much you were struggling to do so. You cooed out soft whispers and noises of enjoyment and he brought his head down to kiss you, your eyes were open now as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I fucking missed you dove” he began “and my jacket” he added laughing quietly causing you to smile. “I missed you too, surprisingly” you replied before looking up at him, your eyes meeting his, with what little light was present in the room from the slightly opened door and partially opened blinds you were just able to make out his face. his soft umber eyes and slightly red cheeks, you managed to glance at his hair, slightly messy, with odd strands fighting their way down his features. You brought a hand to his face and cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb over his sideburn and he nestled into your touch. “Surprisingly?” He questioned, his voice still quiet but more emotive this time. You pushed your face up to his and planted a small kiss on his lips.
It had been months of wanting to do it and in your tired and dazed state your mustered up the confidence. You pulled your head back after the peck before whispering a low “sorry.” Tim laughed, his laugh slightly louder but somehow softer. He brought his face back down to meet yours and kissed you again- less delicate this time, he kissed you like he’d been gone for years, craving your touch and in return you welcomed him home with your lips. With what little strength you had left you pushed a hand into his hair gripping and slightly tugging at his soft, brunette mess. in return he slid his left hand up your back and pulled you even closer. you were both extremely fatigued so your kiss lost energy and efficiancy after a few seconds. After your kiss ended, you dropped your head back onto his chest, brought your left leg up onto him and tightened your grip around him. You didn’t care that you were now full blown cuddling him but he didn’t seem to mind either, he returned your grip, welcoming you and bringing his head down on top of you. The warmth of the blankets and tim combined settled you into a state of ease and with him finally holding you you drifted to sleep, eager to wake up in his arms.
