⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff; Mildly suggestive if you squint; Jay mention; Non-descriptive allusion to Slender Sickness; One mention of kissing; SFW
⊹ฺ Note: Hello, my loves! I am sick right now and I realized that I cannot tell if cough drops actually work on me, haha. I have the world's most insane cough right now, it's literally insufferable. Enjoy! <3
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"Just so you know, those might not work." Tim's voice came from behind your shoulder. It shouldn't have, but it made you jump. The florescent lighting and lame radio music lulling you somewhere else as you absently stared at the shocking amount of cough drop options. You didn't know there were so many.
"No?" You turn to look at him, offering a smile as you lean into him. It was just the two of you, Jay opting to keep watch. Tim's camera was still strapped to his body and you were sure you were probably obscuring its view. "Isn't that what they were made to do?" You were teasing, of course, but with the way you were coughing lately, Tim was more serious about it.
Tim shrugged, the tease going straight over his head. "They're mainly made to soothe the pain. Coughing really tears up your throat. I don't know. I won't stop you if you think they'll help, but just don't be surprised if they don't do much, you know?"
You nod. You weren't sure if you thought they would work. You had used them a handful of times when you were younger, weak lungs and a questionable immune system working against you. Whether or not they did their job was lost on you, but you remembered liking the taste. The mint and cherry ones were your favorite.
"I know you said they might not work," you start slowly, slowly dragging your eyes from the almost candy-like medicine to look at him. "But do you mean, like, in general? Or with…you know." You never knew how to phrase it, let alone how to talk about it in public. The sickness Tim has; the sickness you and Jay may be slowly developing.
Tim was quiet, seemingly trying to take in this one moment of normalcy with you. Tim wasn't sure he ever thought he'd consider something like browsing a medicine aisle as domestic. Tim was so wrapped up in it, he almost forgot you'd asked him a question.
He wasn't even sure he knew how to answer your question, now that it had sunk in. Did it work like that? When was the last time he even had one? "I actually have no idea."
Tim felt you trying to suppress your little giggles at his answer. He had various little tricks to try getting around the violent coughing fits, but those ultimately boiled down to taking his pills. Did Tim ever think about ways to make his throat stop hurting? Did the masked guy that sometimes took control know?
"We could always try together." Your tone rose softly, a sense of careful optimism shining through. "If it doesn't work, we could always try something else."
"Sure." Tim's answer came out mildly distracted. You didn't know what was going on in his busy little brain, but you knew you had to pull him out of it.
You turn to face him fully now, one of your hands moved to grab his. "Mint or cherry?"
"What?"
You can't help the smile tugging itself across your lips, something teasing and sweet. "Which would you rather taste while kissing me: mint or cherry?"
Tim was fully pulled out of his thoughts and answered without missing a beat. "Cherry."
Desc: tim works hard.. too hard. When he has a quiet moment, its usually taken up by sleeping. One day, a simple request turns into something warm and soft, something that feels like home.. something that makes you want to take care of him, tell him how much you really love him..
Cw: creampie, fluffy sex, transmasc reader, lots of teasing, oral, pnv sex, tdick described as cunt, boypussy, and dick, submissive tim wright, mild drooling
2.5k words, enjoy!!
Tim had been busy.
He had always been a busy man, but since he started this “job” for the faceless guy, he had had no time for anything but sleep. You had grown restless, almost upset that he had prioritized a job over you. He had been working so hard, and you had grown so.. desperate.
“Babe, i wanna ask you something,” tim walked up to you, while you sat in the living room in his shirt.
You closed your phone, looking up at him intently. His mop of black hair grazed his eyeline, always unkempt and perfectly framing his face. He had a playful smile on his face, a sort of teenage joy in his eyes.
“Do you wanna have sex?”
Your eyes widened, the question catching you completely off guard as he blushed.
“You up for it? You can say no.” Tim sheepishly smiled, a tint of red in his cheeks. He watched you carefully, trying to read your face for any hint of rejection. You simply stared back at him, a soft burning in your cheeks and a dumb blank smile.
“Uh… whats the catch?” You breathed, quietly shifting on the couches leather finish. You squeezed your thighs together, carefully applying light pressure to ease the bloodstream going straight to your cunt.
Tim sighed, sleepily sitting down on the couch next to you. “Nothing, just noticed how needy youve been.. its been… different.. with me more tired than usual.” He admitted, cuddling into your warmth. “How about this, we just watch something and see what you want in an hour. Sound ok?”
You nodded, reaching towards the remote on the old wooden coffee table. Tim shifted his weight, laying back on the couch with a creak of the old springs. You clicked on the tv, it already being on mtv channel you both always watched. Trash tv and cuddling on the couch had become so rare since tim began working for that freak, so times where you could be like this were few and far between, if at all.
You laid down on tims chest, humming softly as he rested his hands in your hair. He lazily pet your hair, running his hands gently through the soft strands. You couldn't help but feel… unworthy. He did all those long hours doing god knows what for you, and you had been almost angry in a way. How unfair, you thought, to expect anything from him at all. Whatever he did clearly took a toll on him, both emotionally and physically, leaving rough calluses on his hands and cuts all over his hairy body. He did it all.. for you.
“I really love you, hope you know,” you mumbled into his chest, and although you couldn't see his face, his heart beating through his chest becoming more noticeable said all it needed to.
“What makes you say that lovebug?” He chuckled, his hand coming down the crook of your neck and carressing your shoulder. You nuzzled into him, lost in his warm embrace.
“Just missed you is all.” You smiled, hearing his pulse quickening again. “Im really happy i get to be with you.. you dont even know it.”
Tim let out a content sigh, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Missed you too angel, my precious boy,” he mumbled into your head, hand sliding slowly to wrap around your waist.
You let his hand rest there, quietly absorbing every blissful moment you had with him. The sun was filtering through the window blinds, the dusk rays just bright enough to cast a glare on the tv screen. You didnt mind, rob dierdek wasnt all that intriguing to begin with. Occasionally a funny video would come to pass, earning a few laughs here and there from you and tim, but the tv wasn't what you were focused on.
You were enthralled by emotion, drinking in every small touch of his bare skin grazing yours. You focused on the small twitches of his leg, his scent that was always slightly outdoorsy, like dirt and pine. How the sun cast shadows as the light grew dimmer and dimmer, and most interesting, how tims breathing slowly faded into sleep. His chest rhythmically rose and fell, his hands slowly trailing off your large frame. He usually wasnt the first to sleep, so you cherished this. He softly snored, only mildly stirring when a car revved its engine and raced into the night. You dared not shift, afraid to wake up this sleeping angel that you dared rest on.
Eventually, he stretched into consciousness, releasing you from being a statue. You hummed a greeting into his chest, rubbing your face into his thin shirt.
“Mornin princess,” you teased, rolling to stare up at him. He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning and returning his hand to your waist.
“How long was i asleep?” He grumbled groggily, opening his eyes and yawning. You crinkled your nose, smelling the scent of an old cigarette resting on his tounge. Even that was so endearing, just because it was him.
“Mm, 2 episodes of ridiculousness and half of a teen mom,” you grinned, watching his brain click into life.
“Did I miss Jersey shores?” He mused, a smile creeping onto his lips.
You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. “No, i wouldve woken you up,” you said, pushing yourself up to straddle his hips. He watched your figure carefully, examining every detail and inch as if he would be quizzed on it later.
“Your so handsome,” he gushed, a soft blush playing at his cheeks. “Cant believe i get something so beautiful,” he breathed, resting his hands on your hips.
You grinned mischievously, slowly pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it next to you. Tim just sat in awe, looking over your body with a curious smile.
“Whats the occasion?” Tim stuttered, eyes locked on to your tiny breasts, not completely flat like you always complained. He swallowed, watching you intently as you planned your next move.
“Yknow, i thought about your proposal..” you mused, beginning to slowly slide your hands under tims thin white tee shirt. His face burned red, as if he was laying eyes on you for the first time, drinking your plump body.
“You- you did..?” He stammered, too dumbfounded to properly grasp what exactly you were implying. Your body was the only thing on his mind, sitting there in only your plaid boxers like a perfect treat for him to devour.
You nodded, smiling sweetly. He was already squirming, maybe the lack of sex was getting to him. He shifted under you, carefully placing his hands on your hips. You felt his thumbs slowly rubbing circles against your hip dips, and you couldn't help but sigh with contentment.
“I think i can do that for you,” you purred, scooting yourself down on his body. He quickly got the idea, spreading his legs to accommodate you.
“Oh love, you dont have to,” he whispered, a trace of guilt speckled across his face. You responded by fiddling with his jeans waist band, taking careful note of the bulging lump poking through the rough fabric.
“I know, but i want to,” you assured, slowly undoing his jeans button. “Take off your shirt for me?” You directed. He quickly obliged, sliding it over his messy black hair and tossing it to the floor.
“You really dont-”
You shushed him, leaning forward and pressing kisses to his hairy torso. He made a small whimper as you trailed kisses and nipped at his skin, trailing down to his crotch agonizingly slowly.
“Im gonna take care of you,” you assured, licking up a stipe of skin above his navel. He lightly rested his hand on your head, petting you gently.
“Good boy,” he mumbled praises into the cool air of your apartment, gentle sucking and kissing sounds occasionally joining them.
You managed to separate his skin from your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your tongue and his gut. You got your first real look at his flushed face, his mouth slightly agape with a saturated blush spreading ear to ear. You grinned, content with the mess he was very quickly becoming.
“I missed you,” he finally choked out, looking away out of a sort of deep embarrassment that he was this needy over kisses.
“Hey, look at me,” you said, watching as he instantly looked back with a sense of desperation to finally be free of his own lust.
“Hm?” He chirped, a stupid puppy look in his eyes. You giggled, watching his eyes dart away but immediately return to your face. Your face, collarbones, tits.. all of it was his to gawk at, and god dammit he was the luckiest guy around.
“I want you to watch me, ok?” You softly coaxed, a playful smile on your lips. He nodded eagerly, eyes locked onto your face. “Good boy,” you cooed, watching his already red face grow a deeper shade of blush.
You fiddled with his jeans waistband, keeping eye contact with him as you slowly unzipped his fly. He made a small groan, desperately trying to keep a sense of composure. He rested his arms above his head, not wanting to get in your way. He needed this, he needed you. He needed your touch on his body, and he needed it quickly.
“Please love,” he whined, earning a laugh from you as you slid his jeans down to his mid thigh.
“Please? You really are desperate huh?” You giggled, taking in the sight of him. He was all yours, malleable as putty in your hands. He was yours, a whining mess underneath you.
You stared at his clothed dick, a small wet spot near the head. You glanced up at him, his eyes still locked on you. You pressed a kiss to his length, a small moan exiting his mouth as you peppered his dick with small kisses.
“Fuck (y/n) just.. just like that,” he groaned, slightly bucking his hips into your lips.
You hummed happily, rubbing your cheek onto his clothed dick while staring up at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, hands fidgeting with his hair.
You smirked, slowly licking his shaft through his boxers. He moaned, muttering expletives mixed with praises as you slowly ran your tongue over his dripping head.
“Cmon, please,” he whined, staring down at you with a pleading look in his eyes. You obliged, happily pulling his boxers down to his hips. His dick sprung free, hitting his stomach with a small schlap. He shuddered, small whines escaping him.
“Are you gonna be good for me?” You teased, taking the base within your hands. He quickly nodded, skin hot to the touch. “No, say it,” you prodded, watching his eyelids flutter in desperation.
“Ill… ill be good..” he murmured, eyes darting away quickly before locking back onto your smiling face. You nodded, pleased with his submission. You began pumping on his dick, rubbing your thumb over the wet head and gently using it to lube up his cock.
He gasped, burying his face in his hands. “More,” he shuddered, begging for any trace of stimulation on his painful situation.
“More?” You chuckled, smiling. “Look at me and ill give you more, ok?”
You watched him instantly lock eyes on you, a dumb expression of purely lust playing on his eyes. His eyes were half lidded, an empty brain behind his chocolatey eyes. There was spit on the corners of his mouth, threatening to spill over.
You smiled, keeping your eyes on him while slowly licking up the back stripe of his dick, with tim shuddering at the touch. He covered his mouth to muffle his pathetic sounds, watching you take the head into your mouth.
“Fuck, please,” he slurred, watching you slowly take the length in your mouth, hand still wrapped around the base. You began slowly bobbing up and down, stroking the base as you took it in your throat, listening to the pathetic noises he was making.
You began taking the whole thick length down your throat, gagging slightly at the fullness in your mouth. You glanced up at tim, who had a dazed expression and tears pricking at his eyes. His eyes were fixed on you, watching how you slowly took him in your mouth, the soft sucking noises being interrupted only by his own pathetic noises.
You removed him from your mouth, his own precum mixed with spit rolling down your chin. He made a small noise of confusion, his dick slapping against his stomach once again.
“Whats wrong?” He whined, taking in your body once again.
You didn't respond, simply dropping your boxers. Tim moaned, greedily taking in the sight of your erect tdick poking through your cunts folds.
“Im gonna take care of you,” you promised, positioning yourself over his dick, guiding it into you with your small hands. Tim stifled a moan, feeling your wetness surround him with a soft gasp from your lips. “You ready?” You smiled, watching with amusement at his desperate nod.
You began to bounce on his dick, softly moaning at the fullness in your dripping cunt. You rested your hands on his chest, with him grabbing your hips to steady you on his cock. The soft slaps filled the apartment, mixed with moans of desperation from the both of you.
“Can i jack you off baby?” Tim pleaded, watching your tits bounce as you nodded. He spit on his hand, taking the small length into his hand and rubbing circles. Your head rolled back, a loud pathetic moan escaping your mouth. Tim groaned, his own head filled with hazy clouds of lust.
“Fuck yeah baby, like that,” you huffed, speeding up your bouncing as you felt his length twitch inside you.
“Baby, im.. can i.. im so fucking close,” tim drooled, eyes squeezed shut as he held back his release.
“Use your words,” you moaned, nearing your own orgasm as his shaky hands played with your dick.
“Pl- please- please let me cum in you, please,” tim babbled, drool dripping out his mouth as he shook.
“Hold on for me, im nearly- fuck- im nearly there,”
Tim made a cry of desperation, still nodding as he clenched his body to keep himself from disobeying your order. You had been so good to him, you had made him feel like he was loved and cared for, after all those long hours that was exactly what he needed. He needed your cunt clenching around him as you moaned your high pitched moans, riding his dick and taking it so well.
“Ok, cum for me, im gonna cum- oh my god-” you gasped, releasing around his length as he poured into you, both your fluids dripping out of your shaking boypussy as you gasped. Silence filled the apartment, interrupted only by heavy breathing and soft gasps.
“You… you did so good…” tim gasped, vision still full of stars as you removed him from you.
“I love you, i would do this any day,” you mumbled, laying your naked body on top of his.
“I love you more, i love you like the sun,” tim whispered, resting his hands in your hair. He ran his fingers through it, your sweaty bodys warmly pressed against each others.
You snickered, rolling your eyes. “So poetic, nerd,”
“Shut up, jersey shore is about to be on,”
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My inspo this time was being uncomfortably high and it being 2am. I remember almost nothing about starting this fic.
⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff; Mention of attempted murder, stalking, and making out (nondescript); Baby as a pet name (1); Quick kisses (2; one on the hand, one on the lips); GN! Reader; Reader is said to have had hair at one point, though; Set at the start-ish of Entry #64; SFW; 608 words
⊹ฺ Note: I hate the title, but I like the rest of it, haha. I just can't get Tim off my mind. <3
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"Baby, are you sure you wanna do this?" You angle your head to the left to stare at Tim from the passenger seat. "I know we're kind of all in this together or whatever, but, like, Jay would deserve it if we just bailed."
Tim's tense in the driver's seat, absently staring at the steering wheel before looking back at you. "What's the point?" He asks rhetorically. "You know he'll just come back." His head turns back to stare out of the windshield, reaching over to put his hand on your thigh. Anything to keep him grounded.
You place your hand on top of his with a small sigh. Tim was right, even though you didn't want to admit it. Over the last three or so years, Jay has always managed to pop up. Given the circumstances, you were trying to avoid the bitter thought that Jay had basically stalked you both. You still couldn't fucking believe him. You didn't remember Jay too well, but you remembered him better than Tim, and you couldn't imagine Jay doing something like this before. You hadn't really thought of Alex going as far as attempted murder, either, though.
The silence between you both feels heavy as you stare blankly at the open field outside the car. It's not really heavy, though. At least, it's not nearly as heavy as it feels. You know it's just nerves. Nerves about going back out into Rosswood, the unknown of what you might find, the horrors you're both familiar with. You make Tim turn his hand palm up just so you can actually hold it, squeezing his hand in an attempt to comfort him and seek your own. Tim squeezes right back with no hesitation, and something in you feels steadier. Still nervous, but steadier.
You turn your face back to him, and this time, Tim does the same almost immediately after. "I know Jay uploaded footage from that day, so I know you're at least aware of it, but do you remember that time we were out filming, and it started pouring so hard that we basically had to take cover at your place?"
Tim's eyebrows pull together, clearly not sure why you're asking. "Kinda? The video definitely helped."
Tim doesn't bother asking why, and you don't give him the chance before you continue. "Same, but I remember bits and pieces that weren't on camera." You can feel the stupid smile coming onto your face. "When we first got home, we went to get towels for the guys, and we were lucky, because we got to get into dry clothes." Your tone is downright wistful as Tim looks at you, as if you just told him something absurd. "We went into your room to change, and before we went back out, you offered to dry my hair for me."
As your sentence trails off, you see the realization wash over him as the tips of his ears turn red and a shy, yet proud grin breaks out on his face. "And instead of drying your hair for you, we made out for a minute instead."
Now you're both smiling, and you can't help but laugh. Partially because he's cute and partially in victory, because now he's thinking of something else, instead of going into the woods. Tim brings your intertwined hands to his lips to kiss the back of yours, then squeezes again as he lowers your hands. "I'd say we could do that again, but I think I see Jay's car."
You let go of his hand and stretch over the center console and press a quick, reassuring kiss to his lips anyway.
⊹ฺ Contains: Light angst; Comfort!; Loud hints at the verge of a panic attack; Tim being a softie; GN! Reader; No use of (Y/N); SFW; 1,482 words
⊹ฺ Note: This is very self indulgent. I just moved within the last few days and my PTSD has been leaving me unable to sleep, so here we are. <3
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You never thought that your life would get to this point. Sleep might have never been something that came easily or naturally to you, but you never thought that there would be a reason for it. Something like fear keeping you awake was far from ever being on your radar, yet here you were.
The quiet of the motel room was heavy, the darkness that you had to sit in to keep you safe creeping in on you with every passing second. The bit of moonlight that crept across the room's carpet did nothing to ease the grip fear seemed to have over you. You didn't know who or what was lurking out there, if they would once again actually lay their hands or whatever they had instead on you. Or worse, what if you did know who was at fault? Jay had been slowly becoming irritable and out of sorts the longer you were all on the run, and while you knew it wasn't his fault, Tim wasn't always… himself. You and Jay had both been on the receiving end of what the masked man was capable of.
You nearly felt stuck in place underneath the motel comforter, suffocating from the heat of it, despite the blanket weighing nothing at all.
Tim shifts slightly in his sleep beside you, and you instinctively freeze. You didn't want to wake him up. You worried that rolling over onto one of your sides would wake him up, and you knew sitting up would probably yield the same result, but it didn't stop you. As the seconds passed, the heat made your anxiety more palpable until it turned into outright panic. Before you knew it, you were carefully but quickly sitting up and pushing the cheap sheets off your body, feeling your lungs expand faster and faster behind your ribcage.
Everything in your body felt wrong, like it wasn't yours somehow, even though you had never been anyone else. Your skin tingled as though all of your limbs were asleep, mouth and throat inexplicably dry. You pull your knees into your chest, arms closing around them, and dull nails digging into your legs. You could pull yourself together - you had to. You weren't the only person going through something; you didn't need to drag the boys into your bullshit.
The bed shifts, and you hold your breath as though that would somehow make you disappear.
You're fine, you're fine. The words didn't help. It's just Tim. You never thought there would be a day when that thought wouldn't solve all of your problems.
A hand moves slowly against the small of your back, the warmth of it making your back straighten as though that would get it away from you. Your entire body is tense, and it almost hurts.
"Hey," Tim's voice is rough with sleep, but it's his. The sound still doesn't change your posture or the noise in your head. "You okay?" You can feel his hand on your back stutter in its movements, like Tim doesn't know if he should take it away or if you need it to keep you grounded.
You can't answer or even look at him, and now guilt is slowly mixing in with your panic. You hate that you can't move or acknowledge him, you hate that you can't even bring yourself to relax and lean into him. You want to look at Tim and tell him you're okay, tell him the truth, tell him anything, but the dryness in your throat keeps you silent.
Tim lets out a quiet groan that you would tease him for if you weren't so stuck. You barely register the mattress moving underneath you or the springs threatening to squeak before you feel one of Tim's big hands on top of your head, fingers affectionately leaving a soft scratch against your scalp before tracing the slope of your face to make you look at him. You can't see for shit, though, only the vague outline of him, wishing you could see his big brown eyes. You wouldn't be able to maintain your gaze for more than a second, but you felt as though it could be enough. You love Tim's eyes.
"Look at me, love." You already were, and he knows it. Tim also knows you need the encouragement, the guidance. And like you, he can barely make you out in the nearly nonexistent light and knows that you can see even less of him. "You're okay." The way Tim says it is like a hushed, relieved sigh, like he also needs to hear it to believe it. Like he's hallucinating the feeling of your face under his hand. "You're safe with me."
Finally, after what feels like hours of being unable to move, you feel yourself nod. You're still stiff, but it's like your nervous system is aware of Tim's presence and knows that he's right. If anyone would keep you safe, it's Tim. You lean your face further into his palm. His thumb passes over your cheek. You can hear him breathing against the silence of the room, but it's louder, like he's trying to quietly convince you to copy his breathing. You do before you can fully register it's happening.
Your lips part to say something, but you don't have anything to say. Or maybe you do, but your brain is choosing to keep the words locked up. Instead, you slowly remove your nails from the skin of your thigh and go to softly hold his hand, taking it away from your face and pulling it close to you, resting your hands against your knees, looking at the way they're folded together. "I'm sorry." The words creak as they leave your mouth.
Tim lets out a little huff, squeezing your hand. "What are you apologizing for, darlin'? You didn't do anything wrong." You feel your face flush, maybe from embarrassment, maybe in guilt. You don't know. Your muscles tense again as you feel him move you until you're pressed into his side with his free arm. It's only when the two of you are settled that your body finally relaxes, weightless in a way that hasn't been true in hours. Tim's warmth seems to lull your senses into a more comfortable state. "You wanna talk about it?"
You love the way Tim cares for you. It's always soft and at your own pace in a way you think he'd somehow brush off or deny if you ever said anything about it. Tim was always soft for someone who was so rough around the edges. "I don't know." You sigh, but you know you have more to say. "Just… Scared, I guess." It feels like you're admitting to something shameful, like fear isn't a valid thing to feel in the context of what your life has become.
You're sure Tim's frowning, self deprecating thoughts worming their way into his head. You're quick to reassure him, just like he does for you. "It's not your fault, though. Never your fault." It's your turn to squeeze his hand. "I just can't stop thinking about everything." Your hushed words take on an incredulous tone, because you know if anyone other than Jay or Tim heard you, they'd think you were crazy or just being ridiculous. Maybe you were, maybe it was some kind of long, bizarre dream. You know better, though.
"I get that." It's one of Tim's go-to responses as he listens and tries to figure out the best way to respond. "All of this is," there's the tiniest pause in his sentence, "a lot." You slowly nod and move your head to rest against his shoulder. "I know that all of it is really strange and really terrifying." You can almost feel him swallow from where your forehead is resting near his neck.
"If I could find a way to keep you out of it, I would. No matter what it takes, I'm going to make sure you stay safe and stay alive." Tim's words are more than a promise. They're a vow that lands heavily in the silence of the room. "You're safe with me." He repeats, pulling you into him, tighter in a way that you think should be impossible, but you let it happen. You welcome the comfort.
"I love you." Sleep laces your words and your eyes feel heavy again, basking in the secure feeling that Tim always offers you. And even though your mouth doesn't move to finish your thought, you know Tim heard what is left unsaid. That you're so grateful that he's in your life, that you refuse to imagine or acknowledge a life without him.
You barely register his response as your body is finally pulled into sleep, but you know what it is. A grumbly little I love you, too that holds its own silent responses to everything you didn't say.
⊹ฺ Contains: Literally just fluff; GN! Reader; No use of (Y/N); 526 words; SFW
⊹ฺ Note: I need something soft like this right now, like, so desperately, so, here we are. <3
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You let out a deep sigh as you drop onto the hotel mattress and Tim closes and locks the door behind him.
For a brief moment, you let your eyes close, listening to Tim shuffling around you. Maybe you should have waited before laying down, helping Tim check that you guys weren't visible to anyone outside, but you couldn't help it. Moving around to the extent that you were with Jay didn't always guarantee a mattress and resting, for even just a moment, on something that wasn't the backseat of a car was too tempting to resist. You didn't think you could pretend to resist it if you tried.
The room grows quiet and you open your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows. "Tim?" You ask, voice quiet. "Everything okay?"
He's a few feet away from you, peering through the blinds he just closed, squinting against the light from the setting sun. "Yeah. Just double checking and making sure we're good, you know?" You nod, but know that your brain didn't care anymore after hearing you were safe for the moment. Tim basically gave you the 'all clear' and suddenly all you could focus on was him in that golden light.
God, he was pretty.
Tim finally stepped away from the window, joining you on the bed. He didn't lay down, instead putting his head in his hands with his elbows on his knees. You could tell the heels of his palm were digging into his eyes. You push yourself up onto your elbows, looking at him with a look you knew was nothing short of reverent as you reached to brush small, slow circles against his back.
"Baby, come lay down with me." Your voice is soft, nearly pleading, but you weren't going to whine or beg yet. He hasn't had the time to be stubborn about resting yet.
Tim did pull his head away from his, hands, though, blinking a few times before his eyes could settle on you. You were sure you looked exhausted and you knew you'd kill for a shower, but for right now, both of you resting was more important. You don't shy away from looking at him with expectant eyes as you watch him rake his gaze over your body and the bed underneath you. You've got him right where you want him.
"Please?" Still not begging, but definitely baiting him. You know he can't say no to you when you look so tired and as cozy as you could be on a hotel bed and on the run for your safety.
Without a word or any indication that he was giving in, Tim shifted to lay on you, not even bothering to kick his boots off. You couldn't blame him; yours were on, too.
Tim releases a deep breath, head resting on your stomach, one of his hands splaying across your hip, fingertips pressing carefully as though he can't decide whether or not to squeeze. You let the top half of your body relax into the bed again, one of your newly freed hands going to run your fingers through Tim's hair.
hiii! your work is absolutely fabulous, thank u for sharing <3 It feels a little rude to make a request that's so u detailed, but I'll just keep it short - I really adore how you write tim and brian, so I'd love to see you write these guys more! preferably fluff, could be one of the boys separately, or poly if you're cool with that! ❤️ I know this is a strange ask, and I wouldn't even call it a request(?) but I guess I just wanted to let you know that we need more works with the mh guys, that are ACTUALLY good! sorry if this came off weird or rude, wasn't my intention, I'm just not used to sending requests :p
☼︎ Good Morning ☼︎
⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡
⊹ฺ Characters: Tim Wright, Brian Thomas (Marble Hornets)
⊹ฺ Contains: Poly!Brim x Reader; Totally self-indulgent, because I want this with my partners who live in a different country; Short and sweet; No use of (Y/N); SFW
⊹ฺ Note: This is so late and so terrible, I'm so sorry! My mental health totally tanked, like, halfway through writing it when I first started it. I hope you still like it, though!!
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The first thing you feel when you wake up is an arm gently draping over your middle, followed by someone shifting behind you. You didn't care, though. Both of them were home and happy. That's all you wanted.
You lucked out getting to be in the middle last night– the weather's been so cold lately that the idea of being one of the boys on the outside threatened to ruin your mood. Right now, though, that wasn't your problem. You were between your boys and that was enough to make everything okay. Meds were being taken, there weren't any faceless creatures peering through the windows. Life was good.
You pushed your eyes open, blinking to adjust to the dim light that filtered into your bedroom. You couldn't remember who was on which side of you. Once you saw the arm across your stomach, though, you knew Tim was the one in front of you. Brian was behind you, pulling you into himself unconsciously, one arm secured around your waist underneath you, face pressed into your back.
"Morning, my loves." You sleepily mumble, unsure if either of them were even awake.
You hear the smallest amused huff of hair and feel it against your forehead. Tim was at least partially awake. "Morning." A small smile graces your face as you press your head further against him, your movements limited due to the boys being wrapped around you.
You were happy. The life the three of you shared together almost never let you have such quiet, domestic moments. Even though you and Tim were barely awake and you were sure Brian was still knocked out behind you (despite how soft they were, you could still hear his little snores), you wouldn't have changed any part of where you were. You loved your boys so much.
Do you think that you can make angst and fluff head canons for Tim Wright and/or Evan Myers???
☼︎ Angst and Fluff Headcanons ☼︎
⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡
⊹ฺ Characters: Tim Wright (Marble Hornets); Evan Meyers (EverymanHYBRID)
⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff and angst (duh, haha); Allusions to mental illness; References to possession; Gender neutral Reader; No use of (Y/N); SFW
⊹ฺ Note: Sorry if this took forever! <3
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✧ Tim Wright
⊹ฺ Before I get into it, I love him so much, I just want to kiss all over his face.
⊹ฺ Tim is the best person to nap/cuddle with. He is so warm and holds you so closely, it's impossible not to feel loved.
⊹ฺ He has sleepy parent friend energy - like, he will gladly smile and nod at what you do, but will also get so nervous depending on what it is. As ready to smile and nod as he is, he is also fully prepared to sigh at you and your plan.
⊹ฺ Periodically disappears (as Tim does) and no matter how long he's gone, he always feels so bad and you are the first person he reaches out to.
⊹ฺ In that same vein, Time goes back and forth between seeking you out and isolating himself when he's low; he wants to be around you (his safe space), but he also doesn't want to put you in harm's way.
⊹ฺ When he's travelling around with Jay, he tries to come and see you any time he can. It's all far and few between, but he tries his hardest.
⊹ฺ Speaking of things more "Marble Hornets related", Masky hesitates when he sees you. While Tim would love to think his alter wouldn't hurt you, that doesn't stop him from trying to take control back to keep you safe.
⊹ฺ Tim gets so nervous whenever you cough. His body tenses and he feels like his heart stops.
⊹ฺ No matter where he is, he always makes sure to call or text right at midnight on your birthday. He loves you so much, and therefore, has to be the first person to tell you.
⊹ฺ Guys, I love him so much, you don't understand, haha.
✧ Evan Meyers
⊹ฺ Poor thing, holy shit.
⊹ฺ Loves holding your hand and carrying you around. He can't explain it, but carrying you around is so fun for him.
⊹ฺ Teases you a lot; seeing your smile or hearing your laugh just make his day twenty times better.
⊹ฺ Loves watching horror movies with you or playing horror games - he's always hoping something scares you enough for you to grab onto him, haha.
⊹ฺ Speaking of, Evan is absolutely your biggest protector. If he wasn't already trigger happy about kicking the asses of demons and cosmic/eldritch horrors, you would definitely be what kicks that off.
⊹ฺ Makes Jeff and Vinnie to swear they'll look after you if anything happens to him.
⊹ฺ Thinks about keeping his distance from you a lot to keep you safe. It never works, though. He misses you and worries about you too much.
⊹ฺ He makes sure that you know where all of his knives are and how to use them. He wants you to be able to have a fighting chance if he's not around, whether that's physically, or because his body's being used against his will.
⊹ฺ Would love to one day have a family with you (if you also want one), but also knows how slim the chances of that happening are. He doesn't trust himself enough, either.
⊹ฺ Evan always makes sure that he falls asleep after you. He's gotta make sure you're safe and sound before he rests.
