timmytim

Requested by Anonymous: Ahhhh your writing is so good!!! I just saw little women and now I am even more in love with Timmy!! Could you write something where Timmy sees the reader crying for the first time and he does everything to try and comfort them and not leave them alone?? Thanks xx

First of all, thank you, and I hope you like it :)

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You were sat on your bed, all curled up like a ball. Steady tears streaming down your face. 

You had a crap day to say in the least -the real cherry on top of the cake, or shit show rather- that had been the past week. Between the constant arguments with your boyfriend and things going downhill at work, you just needed to cry it all out.

“Y/n, I’m home. Sorry I got so late today, there was so much fucking traffic everywhere,” called Timothee in the background. You heard the door slam closed and seconds later his footsteps getting louder as he walked towards the room you shared.

“Baby, what’s going on?” he asks his voice soft and laced with concern.

You look up at him and shake your head in response as another tear falls down your cheek.

He’d never seen you cry before, hell, almost nobody had. You hated showing emotion or weakness of any kind, but with him, you let your guard down from the very beginning, captivated completely- but, then again, how could not not have been. 

He walks over to you and sits beside you. He wraps his arms around you pulling you into him as you feel your body go limp against his.

“Hey, I’m here its okay. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it,” he whispers tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears.

“I’m sorry I’m such a fucking mess,” you manage shaking your head.

“Hey, Y/n, don’t ever give me that crap- I love you, I want to be here for you through whatever,” he responds kissing your forehead.

He wiped your tears away and let you cry into his sweater. He cracked lame jokes to cheer you up and ate cake with you for dinner.

angst and Timothee. need I explain more? 

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You were sat at noisy New York bar. Alternative music and talking voices echoing through the room. 

Your messy haired boyfriend, chivalrous as always, was stood by the crowded bar getting the both of you drinks. You smile as you notice him shake his head rejecting what seemed to be the twentieth wine he tried.

You see a familiar pair of blue eyes across the room. It takes a minute, then clicks- an old school friend. 

You make eye contact, his eyes smile at you, then so do his lips. Classic. Flirty as always. As if on cue he walks over. 

“Y/n!” he exclaims wrapping his arms around you.

“James! its been ages, how are you?” you respond, returning his hug.

“I’m doing fine, you don’t look so bad yourself,” he smirks sitting down on the bar stool opposite you.

The two of you get talking -playful banter- teasing each other about the people you used to be back in high school. He’s sitting a little too close to you, and keeps reaching over to touch your arm. 

Its no big deal, you thought. He’s always been like this. Its never meant anything, it doesn't mean anything.

Just that moment you feel a familiar arm around your waist, you look up to see your boyfriend, Timothee, studying the man sat opposite you. 

“Here’s your drink, sorry I took forever couldn’t decide what kind of fucking wine I wanted,” he chuckles kissing your forehead as he hands you a glass.

“Who’s this?” Timothee asks, raising an eyebrow in referral to James.

“James, and you are?” asks James, evidently amused.

“The boyfriend,” says Timothee with a sharp edge in his voice you hadn't heard before.

What the hell had gotten into him? He was never like this. Jealousy isn’t his thing.

You don’t realise whats wrong until you’re back home stood in the dressing room.

“You seem to have had fun tonight,” he scoffs running his long fingers through his hair.

“Yes, did you?,” you say kissing his the side of his jaw.

“Is that really a question? I just watched some guy flirt with my girlfriend like its nobody's business,” he snaps, his eyes dark.

“Fucking hell. Are you jealous?” you ask laughing softly.

He places his cold hands on your waist pressing you up against the wardrobe. 

“Why would I be?” he says, his voice low and raspy.

“You seem to be,” you state.

He doesn’t respond. Instead, his lips make their way to your jaw peppering kisses down to your collarbone. Quick, rushed, and angry. Yet somehow enough to send chills down your spine. Your breath hitches and you roll your head backwards. 

“Can he do this to you?” he says he hisses between kisses. 

“No,” you whisper. 

His hands grasp onto the small of your back as you wrap your legs around his waste. 

A/N: I know it’s been forever, and I’m sorry but I hope you like this piece, I low-key think I forgot how to write, but oh well, it was fun at least?

In which Timothée and the reader breakup

Mid afternoon, an overcast room, and the patter of the rain outside.

The two of you sat facing eachother on a messy bed, silent and awkward, neither one wanting to face the elephant in the room.

He looked down at the space between you, his gaze not meeting yours, his fingers running through his hair -something he always did when he was in situations he didn’t want to be in.

“Timmy, is this us breaking up,” you finally said, your voice slow and soft, barely a whisper.

“Y/n, my love,” he began in an unsteady voice, “I fucking hate having to do doing this, but I don’t want to hurt you, you deserve more than a guy who disappears for weeks on end.”

“It’s not your fault, it’s not like you chose to leave,” you stammered, baffled.

“If I had a choice I’d never leave like this, you know that,” he said, his voice comforting.

He was right, he always was. It wasn’t fair on either one of you. Cold and lonely nights in separate beds, separate cities. Eyes wandering into the darkness, wanting the comfort of someone a thousand miles away. Completely miserable for weeks on end.

He reached for you, gently pulling you into his arms. Defeated. Your body, seemingly limp, fell onto him. As he melded into you, burying his head deep into the crook of your neck.

Your fingers skimming across each others’ skin, cautiously, as if afraid of the other disappearing into nothingness all of a sudden.

He pulled apart, and gave you kiss.

The finality of the moment dawning upon you.

Your movement slow and delicate, gentle, hell- even his lips tasted bitersweet.

A supercut playing in the back of your mind, your first date, making breakfast on Sunday mornings, all the shower sex, the movies, and takeout at three am.

You pulled apart, a tear sliding down your cheek. As if on cue, his thumb caressing away.

“This doesn’t have to be it you know,” he started in a hushed tone.

You nodded quickly, your eyes not meeting his, fighting tears.

“Hey, look at me Y/n,” he said gently, “Maybe it’s not the time, you and me we’re fucking perfect together, we work, this isn’t goodbye.”

Hello there, I am back from yet another unexplainable absense :)

A messy hotel room with the two of you enclosed in the middle.

The faint smell of weed and your perfume.

You swayed around the room ecastatic, the feel of an all new high you discovered being around him, being loved by him.

His arms latched onto your waist and forehead grazing against your hair.

Your fingers outlining the profile of his face from the dip in his nose to the skin of his soft lips.

You danced and kissed to 90’s R&B. Sloppy and happy.

His lips lingered on the skin of your neck sending psychedelic chills down your spine.

Request: Hey love bug! I’m obsessed with your writing. Since I’m a kinky lil fucker do you think you could write some smut where the reader is dating Timmy & he works as an English teacher and one day he comes home from work really stressed from the day and ties you up with his tie +bends you over a desk or something?? IK that’s oddly specific and a Mess and a half but I just figured you’d do a great job with illustrating that haha.

It took me a while to collect the confidence to write this hahaha! Man, I’m sorry if this isn’t enough I got kinda awkward, but it was still fun to write...

He storms in, slamming the door shut behind him and kicks his shoes off beside the door.

Work. It was unpredictable, he hated and loved his job at the same time. You’d get different versions of his personality everytime he walked through that door.

One look at his face and you knew he was tired and stressed; his hair hung in loose, sweaty strands all over his face, and his eyes were dark and dilated.

“Timmy, did something happen at work,”

“My love, why do you even bother to ask at this point?” he retorts loosening the black tie around his neck.

“I just like hearing about all the ways you manage to fuck up,” you chuckle kissing his cold lips.

He scoffs and walks over to the refrigerator where he grabs a bottle of wine.

You sit on the kitchen table in front of him and raise your eyebrows.

“I was ten minutes late to my own fucking class,” he says between gulps.

“You’re joking,” you laugh, taking him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer to you.

He wraps his cold hands around your waist and pushes you backwards.

Your lips find his as he tugs and bites against your lips, pulling apart and coming back for more.

Your hands find their way across his body, from his back to his hair.

“I want you,” he breathes into you before entangling his fingers in your hair.

No matter what mood he was in, to you his mere voice and touch were psychedelic, enough substance for euphoria.

Breathless, you turn around and he jerks his tie off, using it to pin you down.

He yanks your trousers and underwear off before doing the same to his.

“Tell me you want me,” he whispers kissing your shoulder gently.

“Goddamnit Timmy, I really do,” you heave.

Almost instantly, you feel him inside of you. Movement, quick and rough as his fingers traced your bare legs.

Request: Hey, can you make an imagine about being stuck in timmy's apartment after a big storm?

The two of you in a messy room in the midst of coffee cups, blankets and instant noodles. A blanket fort of it’s own kind- an atmosphere seemingly dripping of warmth and comfort.

You could hear the wind howl and rustle through the night. The raindrops slapping against the windows before dripping down in straight little lines.

Cooped up after a storm in his broom-closet like apartment with no room for personal space at all. You didn’t mind, though.

Your head lain in his lap as he read aloud to you. His free hand twirling its way through your hair.

“I love this weather,” you sighed looking up at him.

He was a piece of art, right from his tousled curls to his pizza printed socks.

“You’re probably the only one to say that,” he chuckles, the sides of his lips curving upwards into a smile.

“Well, this way you can’t travel off to somewhere,” you joked kissing the crook of his neck.

“Come with me,” he said simply.

You got up and turned around to face him before raising your eyebrows slightly.

“I’m serious, think about it,” he whispered looping his arms around your waist. His fingers gliding across your skin.

“I will,” you laughed, kissing him.

Grazing your lips across his, as you felt him smile into you.

You pulled apart and he buried his head into your shoulder murmuring incoherent sweet nothings. Kissing your neck quickly, now and then.

You couldn’t hear the rain any longer, although, it didn’t matter.

Ahhhh five things I like about myself…

I love meeting and talking to new peopleI really can’t argue with anyone, or even fight for that factProbably that I can remember every name I come across, especially ones I read in magazines and books, etc.I have this really weird...ahem, unique laugh, that people try to imitate and get never get right.Lastly, I make some pretty good cookies if I say so myself :)

I’m pretty sure this ain’t as interesting as you would’ve hoped for!

ahh this is so sweet...thank you so much!! I’m moving to DC soon so hopefully that’ll bring some inspiration :)

I’m so sorry I’ve had writers block and I am just completely unable to write. I’m trying my best so hopefully I’ll be able to post something tomorrow

A blur of crazy

Tell me you want me

Nothing but the night

the Sun, Moon and stars

that nervous laugh

Delicate

New York

“Goddamn, y/n”

Kaleidoscopic

Sunday mornings

dating him (part one)

dating him (part two)

Coachella 

lightweights

wasted times (part one)

wasted times (part two)

chasing trains

ecstatic

Acquainted 

things you do that turn him on

euphoria

Between the Bars

other things we can do

“What were you thinking about?”

dancing in the dark

babysitting

“What was that for?”

drive thru

Sugar and Smoke Rings

two-am

Words are Futile Devices

Lady, Lady, Lady

Timmy’s Shirt

drunk

needy

random imagine #3

random imagine #2

“Can u do a wedding day one”

Definitely!

I added a bit of a twist to it, i hope you don’t mind :)

There you were, the two of you. Lying down on the carpet in front of the fireplace, finishing a bottle of wine and sharing a packet of doritos.

“Classy, aren’t we?” he chuckled lazily gazing at you through the fading moonlight.

You remember the smell of cigarettes and the sight of his lips on your skin, like it only was yesterday.

He went down on one knee and everything. Confident, yet nervous. As articulate as ever.

He did fumbled around in his pockets and you teased him about hiding joints in there.

“Hell y/n, I want to wake up to you every morning. You make me crazy in the best fucking way, it’s like I’m high around you. I want to wake up beside you and be with you every minute of every day. I love this, you, me, us, so, marry me, y/n,” he had said.

You stood smiling at him as he stood there looking like a goddamn dream in another white suit of his.

The two of you lock eyes as you walk towards him, and everyone around seems to disappear into nothingness.

The mere sight of him makes your heart burst into a million little pieces everytime you see him. It was like the day you met him, a blur of crazy.

“Goddamn y/n,” he whispers.

“I should be the one saying that,” you say in response.

Your vows a blur until you hear him say “I do”.

He doesn’t wait for anyone, and simply wraps his arms around you before kissing you.

You feel him smile against your lips, as he traces his fingers across your spine.

Hello,

Sorry I disappeared for awhile my exams are over and done with so imma start writing again :)

I have a bunch of requests and i promise I’m gonna write all of em

“Prompt: deciding to start a family with Timmy!”

Well this is fluffy, I suppose. I hope you like it :)

You lay on the grass in the backyard, watching the leaves fall as the sun set.

A purple-yellow hue of colour, his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest.

This was one of those times where the feeling of happiness spread like warmth across your skin.

He was right beside you and yet, he ran through your thoughts. The soft feeling of his fingers on your skin. That smile of his that drove you crazy. How just looking at him, you could forget the world.

“Y/n,” he murmured against your skin.

You hummed in response.

He props himself up on his elbow, and gazes at you with open, intent eyes.

“I mean- I’m not cheesy or anything, ever. Can you imagine a family,” he says hesitantly, his eyes not meeting yours.

“Ours, specifically. Just kids-children running along the grass with my messy hair and your laugh,” he continues as he plays with your fingers.

You sit up beside him, your legs crossed.

“We could get a bigger house, a dog maybe,” you smile, before looping your arms around his neck.

“Fuck, I was terrified. I didn’t know how you’d respond,” he mumbles into your hair, before planting kisses across the skin on your shoulder.

You sat like that, together for what felt like forever. His lips teasing your skin, and your fingers threading through his hair.