Marinette Dupain-Cheng One shots [DISCONTINUED]

Relationship: Tim Drake/ Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Summary:Tim proposes when he is under the influence of coffee and no sleep for a week.

This chapter was suggested by @fandommobster

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Stacks of paper clattered his desk. Some were scattered throughout the floor and some were still in the bin, untouched. This week the WE has been busy as hell with more and more employees leaving.

Bruce entrusted Tim for the work, knowing he could get it done in 2 weeks. Not wanting to let his father down, Tim has been staying up for the past week working on finding more employees and getting caught up on paper work. 

Marinette, his ever so lovely girlfriend has been ushering him to bed every day but he refuses the offer. He always argues back that coffee is helping him keep sane and that he doesn't need sleep.

"Timothy Drake- Wayne, get you ass to bed right now. It's not healthy staying up for this long. When is the last time you slept?" Marinette asked as she placed her hands onto her hips. Tim simply looked up at her with a seemingly tired smile and shook his head, "Sleep? Sleep is for the weak, babe. And like I said, I'm alright. You go to bed, ok?"

She wanted to argue more and drag him, but knowing his mind, he would find ways to escape. A slow sigh drew out of her mouth as she started to walk away. "Night, love you sweetie!" Tim yells to her. Marinette kept walking away and didn't even turn around to look at him.

Waving her hand at him, she disappeared inside their room. "You didn't say it back! But I can tell you're thinking it!" Tim yells again after hearing no response. He then turns to his desk and starts his work again.

Hours went by and he was still working. Looking at his watch, Tim noted that it was 3:29 am. His hand grasped his mug to take a swift drink, but there was nothing left. It was his fifth cup, but would a sixth one hurt?

Standing up, he walks down stairs and into the kitchen where the coffee maker is. Pouring himself some warm, brown liquid made him smile as it entered into his mouth. "You're my best friend, don't you know?" he smiled at his favorite mug. 

After taking another sip, Tim walked back upstairs and into his room where he was working. Time passed some more as he kept working. Every minute and second, his eyes became more heavy. Tim thought the coffee would surely keep him awake, but it just kept making him sleepy.

The sound of a loud alarm woke Tim up. He picked up his head to look around the room as his vision became more clear. His head was clouded with nonsense and he didn't know what was happening.

"Tim, are you ok?" a soft, tired voice asked him. He turned around slowly and saw Marinette standing there in her beautiful Black romper filled with sunflowers. Tim's eyes became wide as he scanned her some more.

"Hello, Tim? Are you alright?" she asked and walked closer to him. Marinette placed the back of her hand onto his forehead. A small hum came out of her mouth as she withdrew it, "You don't have a fever or anything. Did you finally sleep?" 

His mind kept getting clogged with the images her of body inside his head. "S-sorry, I was just.. thinking." he smiled and stood up from his seat. His eyes did another qick scan of her body. "Has anyone ever told you how hot you look in that outfit? Because my god babe you really do be smoking hot!"

Marinette's skin became painted in red as she smiled, "T-thank you. Are y-you sure you're alright?" she stuttered. Tim smirked at her and placed his hands on her waist, pulling her close to him, "Can't a boyfriend compliment his beautiful girlfriend?"

He connected his lips to hers in a slow, sweet kiss. She smiled into it and wrapped her arms around his neck. After a few more seconds, he broke the kiss and placed his hand over his mouth. Marinette quirked her head to the side when he ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet.

"Omg, Tim!" she ran to him and rubbed his back. "Am I that bad of a kisser?" she asked. Still in the toilet, Tim shook his head, "Not at all, darling. In fact, you're the best kisser in the world!" he exclaimed dramatically. 

Marinette sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Ok, so there is something wrong with you. It ain't my kissing that's for sure. What did you eat before you went to sleep?"

"Nothing. I just drank coffee."

Tim wiped his mouth with a napkin and flushed the toilet. He walked to the sink and started to brush his teeth. "Maybe the coffee made you sick." Marinette suggested.

A laugh came out of his mouth but then started to choke on his spit. After recovering, Tim answered, "That's what you think. But, trust me, Betty-Bop babe, it aint the coffee." he wiped his mouth and walked out of the bathroom.

"Betty-Bop babe?" she whispered to herself and followed him out. "Tim, there is something wrong with you. Maybe you should ask Alfred."

"Why him?"

"Because it's Alfred and he knows everything." Marinette smiled and cupped his face in her hands. Tim sighed and leaned into the touch. "I'm alright babe. Why not go downstairs and talk with the fam. I will be down in a little."

Marinette let our a small chuckle and started out the door, "Your nicknames are terrible, Timmy- boo!" she smirked and walked away leaving Tim to his own thoughts.

"Wait, so you're saying that Tim has been acting weird ever since he got up?" Jason asked to which Marinette nodded her head, "That's kind of normal of him. Replacement isn't right in the head. You should've known considering that you're dating him."

Marinette shook her head and gave him a tiny glare, "No, Jay, this is different. He gave me a kiss but then immediately threw up. I don't know what's gotten into him." she looked down at the ground. 

"Maybe," Jason said, "It's because you might be a terrible kisser?" he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. Marinette, again, gave him a glare but this time it was hardened. "Shut up, Jay. I am not a terrible kisser!"

Jason laughed as his gaze on her softened, "You wanna try it on me and I'll tell you how?" he smirked. She punched his shoulder and chuckled, "Still the flirt as ever, Jay."

Before any of them could reply, Tim ran into the living room with Dick and Damian behind him. Marinette and Jason gave them three confusing expressions as to the sudden abruptness. 

"Is everything alright?" she asked them, raising an eye brow. Damian shrugged his shoulders along with Dick. However, Tim gave her a big smile and ran up to her. He grabbed her hands in his.

"I love you so much, Marinette. You're the one that I want to spend the rest of my life with. So, will you," Tim grabbed a black box out of his pocket and bent down on one knee, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, marry me?"

Everyone in the room went silent. No one uttered anything, seemingly too shock as to what is happening right now. It was so quiet, a literal tiny pin could be heard falling to the ground. Marinette's blue bell eyes gazed his face and then to the ring which was a very big and bright... Ring pop. 

She couldn't tell if it was a joke or not, but by the look of his face, it seems as though it was real. A small, tiny chuckle escaped her lips as she smiled from ear-to-ear, "Oh Tim. My sweet, handsome boyfriend," Marinette said softly as she helped him to his feet. Her hand slowly moved the black box to the table, "We all know this is not how you wanted to propose. There is clearly something wrong."

Tim shook his head like a child and grabbed the ring box again, "I am serious, Babe! I want y- *hiccup* - you to marry me! Put your hand in mine! You know that I wan to be with you all the time!" He held her hand and started to sing very loudly. 

"Damn," Jason covered his ears, "Out of all the songs you can literally choose from, you just had to sing Make you Mine by PUBLIC? You have terribly taste." 

Dick shot a glare at Jason as he made his way over to his brother. He softly placed his hand onto his shoulder, "Tim, are you doing ok? You seem drunk."

Tim turned around and laughed, "Me? Drunk? Shut the fuck up and let me propose to my beautiful g-" he started to feel heavy as Dick wrapped his arms around the sick brother, "I feel sick. Oh shi-"

He didn't finish his sentence. Tim threw up all over Dick which caused him to simply faint onto the floor. Everyone, except Damian who just rolled his eyes and called him dramatic, rushed to Tim's aid. Dick was screaming as he tried not to throw up himself. 

"Sweetie, are you alright?" Marinette placed her hand over his forehead, "Shit, he's burning up, you guys!" Jason and Damian helped him up and carried him to the couch. Dick was still trying to wash the vomit off his shirt, "What about me? I am in a state of distress with vomit all over my favorite shirt and you guys simply ignore me? Some family you guys are!"

Marinette glared at him and helped him clean up the mess. After it was done, she made her way over to Jason and Damian who were hovering around Tim. "I don't know what could've made him feel like this." Jason muttered.

"He drank coffee."

Jason gave her a confused look and shook his head, "That doesn't make sense. He's always drank coffee and never acts like thi- oh fuck!" he shouted and ran to the coffee. Marinette chased after him, "What was the fuck for?" she asked him.

He rubbed his temples as he remembered something, "I just remembered that I poured like 4 shots of vodka in the coffee."

Marinette's face became hot with anger. She grabbed the coffee and sniffed it, "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Well, they were going to force me to drink it and I didn't want to. So, I decided to add some vodka 'cause you know, vodka is life."

"Why didn't you clean it out you ass for brains?"

"I f-forgot?"

Her eyes slit toward him. Jason's breath hitched as she placed the coffee on the table and slowly walked to him. "I'm sorry! Please don't shave my eye brows!" he cried as she chased him around the manor