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ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ

Synopsis: The morning after a long night with your boyfriend should be relaxing, however Tim's family has no idea who you are let alone that you're in a relationship.

Notes: Probably OOC I'm having fun leave me alone, Fem-Reader, This is my first time writing for DC, posting on tumblr, and just straight up writing a Fic in a few years please be nice 🙏🙏

TW/CW: Alluding to sex, pre-established relationship, almost getting caught, (tbh idk if it counts) dumb teens doing dumb teen stuff, inappropriate jokes

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The sun filters through a sliver of a crack from Tim's black out curtains that cast a bright beam of light that miraculously hits both yours and Tim's faces.

"Tim, turn off… The sun." Your voice cracks with sleep, turning around and attempting to pull the blankets over your face to hide from the glaring light. "Thats not going to happen for like another 5 billion years."

"Tim..."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

After a weak attempt of getting out of bed to scavenge for your lost clothes from the previous night, a memory pops into your head. One of you having a conversation with Tim about how you needed to leave before the sun came out as to not be seen by his family.

Looking back at the mocking light that now dances across Tim and the bed alike you realize how absolutely screwed you are.

Biting your lip and quickly searching for your lost phone in the ruffled bed sheets, grabbing ahold of the cold case only for it to be dead when attempting to turn it on.

"Damn it-"

Tim, despite being half asleep himself, was still concerned by the distress in his girlfriend's voice. "Mmnyou okay...?" The words dragging together, sleep still lingering in his tone. Reaching over a hand to rest on your thigh in a comforting manner.

"What time is it?" You ask, not quite panicking but also not completely fine. Tim's eye cracks open giving you a confused look as he looks between the sun (or what bit he can see through the curtains) and your face. Then it finally clicks on what exactly what is going on.

Tim sits up almost too fast and making his head feel light in doing so, but his poor health is not the most pressing matter at hand. It was that you were still here when his family was in the house.

Awake.

And probably expecting him to be down for breakfast relatively soon, that is if he is wasn't already late for said time.

Both you and Tim look at the state of his room.

Hoodie tossed over his computer,

Pants left on the floor by the window you came through,

Bra hanging off a lamp,

Panties nowhere to be seen.

There is no way that if one of his brothers or his butler or even god forbid- his father came in they wouldn't be able to put two and two together.

Last night Tim was supposed to go on a patrol. However one thing led to another and his patrol turned into him being balls deep in you.

How romantic.

You now scrambling to find any sort of clothing to cover up with and Tim desperately trying to hide the evidence from last night was stopped by the sound of footsteps coming closer.

Breathing stilled, no movement made by anyone. You had one of his shirts half way on when the knock on his door came.

Tim and you exchanged a glance before he looks at the closet as if silently telling you to get in. You shoot him a glare but make silent steps toward it knowing you have no better ideas.

"Master Timothy, are you going to be joining us for breakfast today?"

A muffled british accent asks through the door. Tim struggling to pull up his sweatpants and hide the last bit of your clothing around his room manages to respond.

"I'll be down in a few minutes-"

There was a moment of silence between them before Alfred spoke again.

"Are you feeling alright master Timothy? You sound rather hoarse and… Alarmed."

Tim didn't answer, his brain was going miles per minute yet couldn't process what Alfred's next words were.

"I'm coming in, Master Timothy."

Tim trying to stop Alfred from coming into his room was foiled by his low hanging pants. His foot snagging on the loose fabric and making him slip, falling on his face. Alfred steps into the room was greeted by the sight of Tim on the floor with his sweats barely on and the noticeable sound of someone trying to conceal their laughter from the closest.

Alfred being the good butler he is stays silent about Tim's actively breathing closet.

"Master Timothy, are you alright?"

Standing over Tim's unmoving body he gets an affirmative groan of pain, slightly muffled by the hardwood floor.

"Yeah, m'alright..."

Glancing at the closet and around Tim's room he notices a pair of ladies undergarments hanging from a blade of the ceiling fan. Nodding to himself with a low hum before speaking to the boy on the floor.

"Well, we hope to see you at the dining table soon, Master Timothy."

Before turning around with a click of his heels back out of Tim's room.

As soon as the door is shut and you could no longer hear the sound of footsteps you bursted out of the closet laughing.

"Look who's face down ass up now!" You laughed out and pointing at your boyfriends ass.

"This is not the time to be making jokes-"

Tim's feeble attempt of getting up and pulling up his pants was once again foiled by his girlfriend tackling him onto the bed.

"This is the perfect time for making jokes."

There was a moment of silence between the two before you noticed something.

"Hey? Is that my underwear on the fan?" Looking up from the bed to see what is in fact your panties from last night that had been thrown into oblivion by Tim.

Tim's eyes shifted upward toward to look at the underwear on his fan. "Man, I've got a good arm." This comment gets him a small punch on the arm from you.

"Ow- What was that for?" His eyes narrowed at the girl attached to his side.

"You tell me now's not the time to make jokes and you make one yourself-? Hypocrite"

"No, it's different."

"How?"

"It just is."

"I hate you."

Getting up to gather your stuff to once more to jump out his window... Again.

"Boo, you suck." He says back to you while he watches you get dressed in his clothes. "You have clothes. Why are you using mine?" He questions as you pull a pair of his sweatpants on.

"I can barely sit down and you want me to wear jeans? Not happening." You turn to him and stuff your bra in a bag. His bag. You do one last look over his room to see if you missed anything and deciding if you did you'll get it later.

"Guess it's time for me to skedaddle."

Tim lets out a huff of air before grabbing you by the waist, eyes meeting and breath mingling.

"Be safe."

He breathes out softly, resting his forehead against your own for a moment before his lips meet yours in a sweet yet fleeting kiss, absently rubbing a circle on the curve of your hip when he pulls away.

Walking towards the window Tim's eyes follow, turning your head to meet his gaze one last time before you fall and eat shit out the window.

"OH MY GOD-"

Tim's voice was barely audible due to you being stuck in the god forsaken rose bush.

"I TOLD YOU TO GET RID OF THIS BUSH-" You yell up at him getting out from the thorny cushion.

"NO- IT SAVED YOU FROM FALLING ON CONCRETE!"

"UGH- FINE!"

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immortaldead · 6 days ago

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ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ

Synopsis: The morning after a long night with your boyfriend should be relaxing, however Tim's family has no idea who you are let alone that you're in a relationship.

Notes: Probably OOC I'm having fun leave me alone, Fem-Reader, This is my first time writing for DC, posting on tumblr, and just straight up writing a Fic in a few years please be nice 🙏🙏

TW/CW: Alluding to sex, pre-established relationship, almost getting caught, (tbh idk if it counts) dumb teens doing dumb teen stuff, inappropriate jokes

───────────────

The sun filters through a sliver of a crack from Tim's black out curtains that cast a bright beam of light that miraculously hits both yours and Tim's faces.

"Tim..."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

Looking back at the mocking light that now dances across Tim and the bed alike you realize how absolutely screwed you are.

Biting your lip and quickly searching for your lost phone in the ruffled bed sheets, grabbing ahold of the cold case only for it to be dead when attempting to turn it on.

"Damn it-"

Tim sits up almost too fast and making his head feel light in doing so, but his poor health is not the most pressing matter at hand. It was that you were still here when his family was in the house.

Awake.

And probably expecting him to be down for breakfast relatively soon, that is if he is wasn't already late for said time.

Both you and Tim look at the state of his room.

Hoodie tossed over his computer,

Pants left on the floor by the window you came through,

Bra hanging off a lamp,

Panties nowhere to be seen.

There is no way that if one of his brothers or his butler or even god forbid- his father came in they wouldn't be able to put two and two together.

Last night Tim was supposed to go on a patrol. However one thing led to another and his patrol turned into him being balls deep in you.

How romantic.

You now scrambling to find any sort of clothing to cover up with and Tim desperately trying to hide the evidence from last night was stopped by the sound of footsteps coming closer.

Breathing stilled, no movement made by anyone. You had one of his shirts half way on when the knock on his door came.

Tim and you exchanged a glance before he looks at the closet as if silently telling you to get in. You shoot him a glare but make silent steps toward it knowing you have no better ideas.

"Master Timothy, are you going to be joining us for breakfast today?"

A muffled british accent asks through the door. Tim struggling to pull up his sweatpants and hide the last bit of your clothing around his room manages to respond.

"I'll be down in a few minutes-"

There was a moment of silence between them before Alfred spoke again.

"Are you feeling alright master Timothy? You sound rather hoarse and… Alarmed."

Tim didn't answer, his brain was going miles per minute yet couldn't process what Alfred's next words were.

"I'm coming in, Master Timothy."

Alfred being the good butler he is stays silent about Tim's actively breathing closet.

"Master Timothy, are you alright?"

Standing over Tim's unmoving body he gets an affirmative groan of pain, slightly muffled by the hardwood floor.

"Yeah, m'alright..."

"Well, we hope to see you at the dining table soon, Master Timothy."

Before turning around with a click of his heels back out of Tim's room.

As soon as the door is shut and you could no longer hear the sound of footsteps you bursted out of the closet laughing.

"Look who's face down ass up now!" You laughed out and pointing at your boyfriends ass.

"This is not the time to be making jokes-"

Tim's feeble attempt of getting up and pulling up his pants was once again foiled by his girlfriend tackling him onto the bed.

"This is the perfect time for making jokes."

There was a moment of silence between the two before you noticed something.

"Hey? Is that my underwear on the fan?" Looking up from the bed to see what is in fact your panties from last night that had been thrown into oblivion by Tim.

Tim's eyes shifted upward toward to look at the underwear on his fan. "Man, I've got a good arm." This comment gets him a small punch on the arm from you.

"Ow- What was that for?" His eyes narrowed at the girl attached to his side.

"You tell me now's not the time to make jokes and you make one yourself-? Hypocrite"

"No, it's different."

"How?"

"It just is."

"I hate you."

Getting up to gather your stuff to once more to jump out his window... Again.

"Boo, you suck." He says back to you while he watches you get dressed in his clothes. "You have clothes. Why are you using mine?" He questions as you pull a pair of his sweatpants on.

"Guess it's time for me to skedaddle."

Tim lets out a huff of air before grabbing you by the waist, eyes meeting and breath mingling.

"Be safe."

Walking towards the window Tim's eyes follow, turning your head to meet his gaze one last time before you fall and eat shit out the window.

"OH MY GOD-"

Tim's voice was barely audible due to you being stuck in the god forsaken rose bush.

"I TOLD YOU TO GET RID OF THIS BUSH-" You yell up at him getting out from the thorny cushion.

"NO- IT SAVED YOU FROM FALLING ON CONCRETE!"

"UGH- FINE!"

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