young justice imagines ;

t. drake x reader

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It was late one night and you found yourself in your boyfriend's bed. Whenever your parents would get into nasty fights Bruce would let you stay the night. You were curled up in your pajamas in Tim's large bed, upset that he was caught up in his school work and not cuddling with you in bed.
You turned to look at the time, it was 2 in the morning and he hadn't budged. Grogally, you got out of bed and hugged him from behind. You liked how he smelt like vanilla and coffee.
"Baby, it's late, come to bed." You kissed his cheek but he didn't lift his face from the screen. He shook his head,
"I need to finish my english essay." He groaned, moving his eyes so he could look at you. You pouted, leaned onto him.
"Please babe, I want cuddles." You begged and he titled his head back to look up into your eyes. You were biting your lip, and he could resist kissing you.
"Once I'm done I promise." He tried to compromise but you weren't happy about it. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, nuzzling your nose into his neck. You groaned.
"But baby, you must be tired, you need your sleep." He we're still trying to convince him to join you in the nice cozy bed but be just shook his head.
"I've already had 2 cups of coffee— I don't need sleep." He stated, running his fingers through his hair. You started to notice ho jittery he was. He scoffed,
"Tim that's not good for you!" You put your hands on your hips but he only sighed. Tim was starting to get on your bad side and you weren't in the mood for him to be ignoring you like this.
"Please, just come to bed, we've got school tomorrow." You twisted you foot on the ground. Sometimes Tim could be oblivious, meaning he didn't understand why you needed him there. In all honesty, he was your rock.
He spun around in his chair and looked at you, pulling you closer by your hips. Your hands barely peeking through your long sleeve pyjama top.
He didn't say anything, he didn't have to as he brought you into his lap. Tim places a kiss on your cheek, his eyes pleading with you.
"Just let me finish this sentence and we can cuddle." He promised and you nodded, leaning onto his shoulder. You closed your eyes, feeling tired as your finger drew hearts on his chest.
You listened to the sound of his keyboard typing, which made you even more tired. You felt his hand trace up and down your back until you heard his close the computer.
"Let's go cuddle, babe." He picked you up and you quietly laughed. Tim slid you under the covers and jumped in after you. 
Your immediate reaction was to curl up into him, resting your head on his chest as his arm wrapped around you. Both your legs fell over each other's as you could finally and peacefully close your eyes. Tim placed a kiss on your forehead, also starting to feel tired.
"You know the best part about my parents fighting is that I get to come be with you." You mention half asleep, of course when you said that it was just your own way of processing their dysfunctional marriage. Tim held you a little tighter as you starting snoring a little, "goodnight y/nn (your nickname), I love you."

A/N: this one was sooo cute and fun to write ( ˘ ³˘)♥. This is also exactly how I think a relationship with tim drake would look like. Like usual, I'm still taking requests so just let me know. Thanks for reading my stories, I love you guys ♡︎