#sunshinespeedster

[volucerrubidus]

 it’s you i love … if you’ll have me.  ❜ from Bart 🥺 just pretend I’m on his account

Barbie: Swan Lake Starters II Accepting II @sunshinespeedster

The confession took Tim by complete and total surprise. And it wasn’t that it was… upsetting to hear. It was just— unbelievable. Utterly and truly unbelievable.

Because there was no way that living lightning in a bottle, pure energy personified, a being with the ability to bend space and time itself with just a snap of his fingers would look at Tim Drake, all bruise-prone flesh and clumsy, human hands, and dare to love what he saw.

“What do you mean if I’ll have you, Bart…?” Tim whispered, desperate and wanting. “You’re… you’re passion, and fireworks, and light, and I’m…” Words failed him for a moment. “I’m just me.” He settled for.

“You’re you, and you’re asking me if I’ll have you?” He stared in bewilderment. “Bart, you’ve had my heart for years. You don’t even have to ask.”

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Affectionate Gestures II Accepting

Tim made a small noise of protest as he was pulled away from his desk.

"Bart! I was almost done; I swear." He griped, though even as his tone was brimming with half-sincere irritation, Tim was already turning in Bart's arms to encircle him in return with his own.

He tucked his face into Bart's neck, then, leaving a tiny, gentle kiss to the speedster's collarbone as he moved. "You're gonna make me get used to being lazy..." He complained, once again without heat.

"How dare you," Tim sighed, his eyes sliding shut. "N'wonder B doesn't let metas in. You're all... menaces. Justice-obstructing, unfairly cute menaces."

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bart cuddles next to Tim using his cape as a blanket, glancing up at the bird with irresistible puppy eyes. : )

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Tim glances over, staring at Bart for all of a few seconds, before he immediately looks away, the tips of his ears heating.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He mumbles. “What’re you doing here?”  

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❝ you’re who i want to kiss at midnight on new year’s eve. ❞

Festive Dialogues II Accepting

Tim melted into Bart's arms, tugging the speedster close, to embrace him with a bright smile. "Y'know what, McFly? I think we can make that happen. Wanna go to Times Square this year? I bet I can ask around and get us fancy exclusive party invites."

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"happy birthday timmy!" bart interrupts whatever tim was previously doing to throw confetti bits in the air (terribly cut up, by the way, as bart did it himself in a span of like, five seconds), and to hand tim a present, which was just as poorly wrapped, wrapping paper warped in this way and that way, a bow tied on top. but he really did try, and the other boy looked so ecstatic for the bird. "i didn't know what to get you so i got you a hoodie. figured you could never go wrong with that." his smile was precious. "i love you, tim."

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Tim laughs, bright and delighted, as he accepts the package gratefully. "Bart... thank you. This is fantastic."

Leaning over, he drops a gentle kiss to Bart's cheek, adding, "You really didn't have to get me anything, though. Time with you is the best present I could ever get."

Raising his free hand, he tucks a piece of Bart's hair behind his ear. "I love you, too."

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oooooooooh what about #15 kiss for bart? kissing to shut them up? because he cant fucking shut up

Kisses II Accepting

It wasn’t that Tim didn’t want to listen to what Bart was saying. He loved hearing what he had to talk about, from the relevant to the whimsical, from the educational to the concerning, and everything in between; it was all nice to hear. Bart’s train of thought was simultaneously fairly similar to his own, on occasion, and yet, extremely different, and both instances were fascinating to him.

So it wasn’t that he didn’t want to hear Bart’s current rambling; it was just that he couldn’t anymore. Tim wasn’t sure when he’d hit his current speedtalk rate, but it was definitely faster than his ears could keep up with—and god help him if he tried to read Bart’s lips, because that presented two primary problems, the first being that it was as impossible to catch the shapes they were making as it was to hear his words, and the second being that his lips were… distracting.

So, in the end, Tim couldn’t help it, really.

Leaning into Bart’s space, he slid one hand up to his cheek, eyes flicking between those stunning eyes of his, and those indeed incredibly distracting lips, and—

The kiss was gentle at first, in case Bart decided to push him away, but when he wasn’t immediately shoved backward and asked to listen to something that he couldn’t even keep up with, he pressed in more solidly, skimming his free hand over the back of Bart’s neck.

He lingered there for as many seconds as he was sure he’d be allowed, before he slowly pulled back, only enough to meet Bart’s gaze again, as he stayed pressed in close enough to count his eyelashes, and he mumbled, soft and shy, “Slow down. I couldn’t catch all that.”

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((u liked for a drunk!bart : 3 )) "timmmmm........." bart sluggishly walks toward the bird, only to sit on tim's lap with a goofy smile, red cheeks clear of intoxication, and half-lidded yellow eyes. "y'mind if i just....stay here with you?? you're just so nice and comfy an'...." he leans his head on the other's shoulder, bart's wild hair tinkling the other boy's collar bone.

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Tim couldn't help but chuckle softly at Bart's behavior. "Hey, McFly. I don't mind." He ran his fingers through the speedster's hair with a smile.

"How'd you end up like this, though? Whatever happened to that metabolism of yours?" He dropped a kiss to Bart's forehead. "I'm almost impressed, to be honest. Need me to get you some water?"

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bart attaches himself to tim and doesnt let go.

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Tim grins, holding Bart close; it's almost too easy to carry his weight, and his presence is comforting as Tim carries him through the Tower, toward his room-- which is half-Bart's at this point, anyway.

"I've gotcha. Let's get you rested up, yeah?"