Have some fluff ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

"Tim?

"Mhm?"

"I'm cold."

Tim looked over at his boyfriend who was curled up next to him on his bed watching Harry Potter and rolled his eyes.

"You have me and three blankets keeping you warm, I think you're fine," Tim mumbled, leaning into Cyrus.

"But Teeee," Cyrus whined, "I want one of your hoodies. Pleaseee."

"But that would require me to get up," Tim groaned, "and I'm much too comfortable lying here with you."

Cyrus turned and looked up at him with those puppy eyes Tim could never resist.

"You're going to keep pestering me until I get you a hoodie, aren't you?" Tim already knew the answer.

"Mhmm," Cyrus hummed.

"Alright, fine," Tim gave in, "but you owe me."

He pushed himself off of his bed and went to his closet to retrieve his light blue hoodie, Cyrus's favourite.

He threw it across the room and Cyrus caught it, slipping it on immediately.

Tim walked back over to his bed and looked down at his boyfriend with an amused expression on his face.

"Whaaat?" Cyrus asked, noticing Tim.

"Nothing," Tim said, collapsing back down, "you just look really cute in that. You remind me of a puppy."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Cyrus smiled and snuggled back into Tim's chest.

"Your hoodies always smell so good," he mumbled, "they smell like you. That's why I like them so much."

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Tim kissed Cyrus on the cheek, not being able to resist.

Cyrus lightly smacked Tim indignantly.

"Excuse me," he said, "I've said other things. Lots of them!"

"Mhmm like what?" Tim asked innocently, not being able to hide his smile.

"Like you're my favourite person and I love spending time with you more than anything," Cyrus said as a matter of factly.

It’s already been three months of them dating, and Cyrus still manages to make Tim blush.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"Of course," Cyrus answered, looking up at Tim, "these days with you are my favourite."

"Mine, too," Tim said quietly.

Cyrus looked up at his boyfriend, smiling. He couldn't resist; he grabbed Tim's shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

"Yeah," Tim mumbled against Cyrus's lips, "definitely my favourite."

"I hope you realize you're never getting this hoodie back," Cyrus said as he settled back down and curled up against Tim.

"I've accepted that," Tim said, "it's a price I'm willing to pay to be your boyfriend and keep you happy."

Cyrus looked up at Tim and grinned. How did he get so lucky?