Hiii can I please request a tim x reader where the reader is supposed to give this really important presentation for WE but Tim is just sitting in the back making funny faces and attempting to distract the reader??? If not that's okay! I just love everything you write!! Thank you and have a great day!!! 💜💜
hi I’m sorry I died a little bit but here I am lovies!!! I couldn’t find inspo as some stuff happened but I’m back and butter than ever
(note: I have no idea what WE anono so I guessed I hope its okay)
theme: university, nerves, tim being a precious child
warnings: just war flashbacks to college
Tim remembered the first time he saw you; third day of economics, you rushed in, almost late, and flung yourself next to him, startling the boy from scrolling through his phone. From the moment he glanced up he was smitten; didn’t matter that you were obviously hungover from whatever plans you had last night, you just existed, and that was enough.
You caught the cute guy next to you starting at your disheveled appearance and felt your face redden, trying and failing to smooth some hairs down on your head and quickly readjusting your shirt. You sent a cautious, shy smile his way, and he seemed to get the picture, quickly turning away and placing his head on his hand. Tummy fluttering, you turned for your notebook.
Digging through your bag, you looked for a pencil to start taking notes, only to have your stomach drop when you realized that you forgot to pack one. Nervously, you tapped the boy on the shoulder, and took you hand back quickly when he startled, staring at you with those unnerving eyes. You forgot how to speak for a few minutes until the professor began to lecture, reminding you you really needed those notes.
“I’m…look, sorry to bother you,” you whispered, cautious that the professor wouldn’t overhear you. “Do you have an extra pencil?”
He blinked at you, before quickly reaching for his bag, fumbling with the zipper before he took out a spare pencil, handing it to you with averted eyes. Sighing in relief, you took it gently and began to scribble notes, attempting to catch up.
Your neglect at having a utensil left some of your notes incomplete, and when the professor dismissed the class, you turned to your classmate, observing him hastily packing to leave. You noticed how the light caught the lines of his jaw quite nicey, and the sun shone against his dark hair.