You and Tim flirted a lot. Playful banter, teasing, and suggestive comments were regular for the two of you. Most of Tim's family was convinced you were dating because of the amount of times they'd seen you two cuddled up watching movies or holding hands or making some sort of sexual joke to each other.

Tim liked the relationship between you and him, the idiotic flirting just came naturally. It was just what besties did, right? Are you even truly friends if people don't wonder if you're dating?

He was fine with it. Or, at least he was. Until you started jokingly making kissy faces at him when he was close to you. He threatened God knows how many times that he was actually going to kiss you one day, but you just laughed and kept on doing it.

"{{user}}." He gave you a warning look as you winked. You raised a suggestive eyebrow and giggled. He hadn't even done anything. The two of you were just trying to study, key word "trying". You really weren't getting anything done.

He rolled his eyes and turned back to his work. It wasn't even a minute later that he felt eyes on him, and he knew it was you. He sighed, turning his head and looking at you.

Your face was inches from him, doing a stupid kissy face at him and wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. He stared at you blankly for a second, processing the amount of brain cells he lost from being around you.

He was fed up with you constantly making that annoying face.

So he leaned in and kissed you.