Idk After Seeing Timmy At The Oscars Ima Need A Timmy Fic Maybe Protective Timmy When The Paparazzi Or

Idk after seeing timmy at the oscar’s ima need a timmy fic… maybe protective timmy when the paparazzi or people get too close and touchy, really whatever you want but i need to feed my timmy addiction lmao… he rocked!

i hope you’re also doing good!

I love Timmy. With my whole heart. Comfort human.

The cameras flash as my arm slinks around Timothee's, his eyes flickering down to me, raking over every emotion that my expression has to offer. My heart pounds anxiously against my chest as the reporters and paparazzi continue to shout out orders to us, my body following along with the tall man beside me, letting him guide me.

The pictures being taken are those that will be titled something along lines of 'happy couple', fawning over our outfits and loving glances. But my glances are full of fear as I look up at my boyfriend, nervous beyond belief at the shouting and people that seem to be inching closer and closer as we go along the carpet.

We hated these events. We liked to smaller more meaningful ones, ones that we could be ourselves. Not that we didn't love the flashy outfits and seeing all of our lovely coworkers, but it was socially and emotionally demanding, and it took every ounce of emotion and energy to keep us upright.

"You're alright." He coos, leaning forward, pressing a simple kiss to my forehead as his arm moves, wrapping around my waist to rest on my hip. My body fits into the side of his as my hand instinctively raises to rest on his chest, my eyes zoning out as I look out at the sea of cameras and flashes.

"Hey! Right here, Y/n!" The man in front of me suddenly steps forward, his camera not even a foot away from my face as Timothee immediately steps us back, his arm reaching out in front of us to set boundaries between us and the photographer.

"Not cool, man. Back up, let her breathe." Timothee interjects, my head turning to focus on him as his jaw tightens, angry that anyone would even think about getting close to me without a warning or explanation. The look Timothee gives the camera man has the other man stumbling backwards, blubbering out a pathetic apology before they all let us continue down the carpet, the doors into the event nearing.

By the time we reach the doors, my shoulders deflate, my fake smile finally falling as I immediately wrap my arms around Timothee's waist. He lets out a small laugh in relief, cradling the back of my head lovingly as he peppers kisses to the top of my head.

"Thank you."

"I've got you. Always."

Taehyung with Lady Gaga.

he’s such a social butterfly :)

Truth or Dare- Part 6

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Nate and readers dad comes home after a night of drinking, only to make a scene and pretty much bash his whole family. It ends with Cal and the reader leaving, both of them going very different places. Where Cal ends up, who knows. But where the reader ends up... in her best friends arms of course.

Song: "Bang Bang Bang Bang" by Sohodolls

Warnings: Swearing, trauma, mentions of drugs and angst.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Sorry I wasn't too active today, lot going on. So this chapter is pretty heavy. But I wanted to stay true to the reader and Nate's storyline outside of Elliot and the readers storyline. So this is similar to the scene at the end of episode 4. Just tweaked a bit. I don't like when it's word for word from the episode so I made it my own a bit with the same ending.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5

Rolling over, I hear the downstairs door open and close with a loud slam. I groan sluggishly as my hand flies over, tapping on my phone to reveal the time. Fucking shit, who is here at 1am? I listen to quiet words downstairs, it now being clear that it’s my mom and dad. Huffing, I flop onto my back as I stare at the fan spinning on my ceiling.

Moments later, I hear the door in the room next to me open, the hinges creaking as I sit up. Hearing the floorboard squeak as someone approaches my room, a small knock on the door makes my eyes open a bit more.

“What’s up?” I call out, the door opening to reveal a sleep Nate, rubbing his eyes as he yawns. He looks exhausted and frustrated, his eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. “What’s going on downstairs? Did dad just get home?” I ask, sliding my legs over the side of the bed as I stretch. He sends me a silent nod, the voices downstairs now growing louder and louder as moments pass. Nate rolls his eyes as he backs away from the door, my legs quickly following him and out into the hallway. We walk to the edge of the railing, the sight unexpected as I flinch, covering my eyes.

“Dad, what the fuck, why is your dick out?” Nate asks, turning away from him as my mom tries to argue with the obvious drunk man. He just laughs and zips up his pants, shaking his head.

“I was just telling your mother that I think I’m lonely.” He whispers with wide eyes, my eyes fluttering over to look at Nate as his gaze flutters to the floor. This isn’t going to be good. My mom stands silently at the edge of the staircase, her head in her hands as she sighs. She looks beyond distraught. “You guys shoulda seen me tonight! I don’t know if you guys would’ve been proud… but I think you would have been impressed.” He scoffs, his hands on his hips as he shrugs. Nate moves to lean against the wall, his breathing short and angry as he watches my dad like a hawk.

“Cal, listen to me, I think you need to see a doctor, honey.” My mom calls out, standing up to him as he rolls his eyes, waving her concern off. “I’m not kidding. You’re not you, Cal. You haven’t been for a while.” She worries, my eyes flickering over to Nate as he sends me a reassuring nod.

“No, Marsha, that’s where you’re wrong.” He mutters, stepping up to her as my body shakes with anxiety. “This is the most me I’ve been since I’ve met you.” He whispers, his cocky smile falling to a thin line. He shakes his head disappointedly, my mother stepping back as if he struck her across her face. “I am 100% me.” He whispers, his arms raising at his side as he does a little spin.

“Cal, you’re scaring me.” My mom mutters, putting her hands up as he lets out a bitter laugh, his eyes flickering up to Nate and I. He looks between us, his eyebrows pulled together as he sighs.

“Do you guys know how many men I’ve fucked?” My dad asks, my throat constricting as I look to Nate quickly, suddenly feeling as if the room is closing in on me. He was fucking right. “You know, your brother isn’t here, but, I had sex with a man for the first time when he was in your mom’s belly.” He confesses, my knees wobbling beneath me as tears rise to my eyes. “Now here’s the thing, if I would have said that I went to a strip club tonight, it would be fine. Cuz I’m a man and I’m an animal. But it’s because it’s men, right, that it’s weird?” He asks, stepping up the stairs, past my mom and towards the platform. He rests his shoulders against the wall as he looks between Nate and I.

“It’s not weird, dad, it’s okay. But just…” I trail off, my words getting stuck in my throat as he looks at me, his face shining with shock. “It’s okay.” I add, my eyes fluttering away from him as I fight the urge to have sympathy for the man who’s tearing apart my family as we speak.

“Okay, then maybe this doesn’t apply to you, Y/n. But these two hypocrites,” he points between my mother and Nate, his head shaking with a scoff, “too proud to admit that it’s okay.” His lips tug down into a frown as I look at Nate, watching as he sniffles quietly.

“I’m going to bed.” My mom mutters, making her way past my dad, tears streaming down her face as she avoids my needy gaze. She’s just gonna go to bed? Like this isn’t happening? The need to call out to her, to beg her to stay, to ask if she knew… It weighs heavily on me as I turn back to my dad.

“Living a double life- not my biggest regret.” My dad shakes his head with a laugh, my mothers bedroom door slamming as I flinch. “But you?” He points to Nate, my heart breaking as Nate falls apart beside me, his gaze fluttering away from my dad. “You are my biggest regret, Nathaniel.” He laughs, his eyes fluttering over to me as he scoffs. “You, Y/n, my youngest and brightest.” He mutters, his gaze falling from me. “You fell so far from the tree in all the best ways. I don’t know how we didn’t fuck you up more.” He chuckles, my heart breaking as he says the words I wished and prayed he would’ve said all these years to me. Instead of alienating me, treating me as if I was an outsider. “I take all of your flaws, all of your shit, and I say ‘hey, they’re my kids’, but I feel a different way about men and suddenly I’m the bad guy.” He shakes his head as he steps up to the family portrait against the wall, letting out a forced sigh. “We all have our secrets. Nate, you have so many, it makes me wonder if I even know you. I pretend to.” I look at Nate, his shoulders falling as he peers up at me, his eyes sad and his lips pouted. “And Y/n, I know you hate me and your mother for making you move here. I’ve known about it for years. Your mom found the letter you wrote your therapist a few years ago- fucking sad. About Elliot.” My bottom lip wobbles as I look away from him, turning my whole body as I shake from anger. Nate approaches me quickly, his arms wrapping around me tightly almost as if he wanted to shield me from my fathers words. “It’s probably why we don’t talk, why I’ve felt so fucking guilty all these years even if I think your obsession with that kid has always been weird- like what did you even see in him?” My dad laughs bitterly, sobs leaving my lips at his words. Nate’s heart pounds against his chest, his breathing angry as my father continues. “You rely on odd men, child of mine. Your brother- like since fucking when do you two get alone?” My dad asks, a small, angry laugh leaving Nate as he finally finds his words.

“Fuck off. You can say all the fucked shit about me. Leave her out of this.” Nate spits, my arms wrapping around his waist as I grip the back of his t-shirt. My dad laughs loudly, his feet being heard against the stairs as he makes his way down to the first floor.

“I have lived with you. I raised you two. I am your father.” He huffs, my head tilting to look at him with teary eyes. My fathers eyes meet mine as he shakes his head sadly at me, a disappointed smile on his lips. “I know that you two hate me. I know that you’re going to continue to hate me. I’m so sorry I fucked you guys up with my double life.” He whispers sadly, my loud sobs heard throughout the room as my mind spins with all the words I want to say. I don’t hate you, I wish you would’ve told us, I’m so sorry you had to live a secret, double life, I wish you would’ve trusted me. “This family has made it very obvious that I’m not allowed to make an emotional connection. With you guys, with other people. I have no idea how you guys are close after all these years- never saw that shit coming.” He laughs quietly, pointing between the two of us. “I am an emotional guy.” My dad looks away, his heart breaking in front of us as I close my eyes, just wanting to escape this moment, to be gone. “So, this is farewell.” My dad mutters, my face falling at the words as Nate sighs above me, his grip on me tightening. He knows that I would run after him if he let me go. Nate lets out a quiet sob, his throat stifling it before it can come out. No matter what you thought about Nate, depending on what you knew about him, he did care. Even when he tried to force himself not to. “I’ll see you assholes later.” My dad adds before turning around, his hand turning the handle as he exits the house without another word.

And then it’s silent.

I let out a shuttered sigh, my throat raw from crying and I’m sure my eyes will be red and swollen within a few hours. Nate sniffles loudly, his hand lifting to wipe his eyes as I look up at him. His face falls at the sight of me, his hand rubbing up and down my back.

“What do we do?” I ask quietly, his shoulders raising in a shrug as he looks around aimlessly. He pulls away from me, his arms falling to his side as he sighs loudly. “Nate, is he gone? Did he just leave leave?” I ask anxiously, his head shaking in confusion. “Oh my god.” I cry, my hands reaching up to cover my face as I kneel down, my back hitting the wall as I crumble. Nate just stands there in silence, dealing with the event in his own way as I fall apart, loud sobs leaving my lips. “I need to get out of here, I need to leave.” I gasp, looking up to Nate as he nods, his frame reaching out to help me off of the floor.

“Where do you want to go? I’ll take you anywhere.” He offers, his eyes sad as he looks down at me with a sigh. “I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t want to be right-” He cuts himself off with gasp, my arms immediately wrapping around his waist as he cries, the man finally breaking down. I hug him against me, his tall frame shaking. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry I’ve been such a fuck up of a brother, I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you when me moved.” He apologizes, my heart breaking at his words as I sniffle.

“It’s okay, Nate. I promise. Remember, I broke your nose? I wasn’t the best sister.” I giggle, trying to lighten the mood a bit as he laughs, pulling back to wipe his eyes as he takes as deep of a breath as he can. “Our father just proved to us that we’re allowed to be fuck ups.” I whisper, his head bobbing in a nod as he calms down a bit. “I’m gonna go pack a bag and text Elliot. Will you take me over there?” I ask quietly and he clears his throat with a nod.

“Yeah, I’ll be waiting in the truck.” He mutters, reaching out to pat my shoulder as he walks past me. I sigh, looking up at the ceiling as I try my best to process everything that just happened. Making my way into my room, I yawn as I pull out a book bag, shoving clothes and toiletries into it as I rush around. I just wanted to be with Elliot, just to tell him everything that went down and let him hold me like he used to. Grabbing my phone, I immediately go into Elliot’s contact, seeing a missed message from him.

From Elly: Thinking about you. Rue and Jules are over, they seem fine. If you wanna come over and sleep over I would really really really enjoy that. Like old times.

Relief fills me as tears fill my eyes, the boy reading my mind, my fingers tearily trying to type out a message back to him.

To Elly: I’m in a really bad place right now. Stuff went down with my dad and I can’t be here. Nate’s bringing me over there now.

I pick my bag up, looking around my room as I sling my bag over my shoulders. It didn’t even feel like my room anymore, the absence of my father already taking a bigger toll on me than I would’ve thought. Making my way out of my room, I hear Nate’s truck running in the driveway, the soft hum comforting me, knowing that it means I’ll be out of here soon. Stepping quietly, I approach my moms room, my fist gently knocking on the door. She calls out quietly, the knob twisting in my hand as I peak through the crack of the door. When her eyes see me, she frowns, her hair falling in her face as she sighs.

“I’m sorry, baby.” She whispers, the door opening further as I approach her side of the bed, my eyes flickering over to the other empty side. It feels so empty already. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, that you had to witness that.” She takes my hands in hers, her eyes looking at my bag with a frown.

“I’m gonna sleep over at a friends. I think Nate will probably go to Cassie’s or Maddy’s. Who knows who he’s with right now.” I chuckle half heartedly, my mom's lips spreading out in a sad smile. She tugs me to her, her arms wrapping around my neck as she shutters. “I love you, mom.” I whisper, a small hum leaving her lips as she sniffles.

“I love you, honey. Try to have fun, the best you can.” She mutters, pulling away from her as I send her a soft smile. Making my way out of the room, I shut her door as she gets comfortable in bed. As comfortable as she can without her husband of almost twenty years. My mind spins as to what she’ll do now. Are my parents divorcing? Is that it? It killed me that Nate was right all this time about my father, the overwhelming feeling that I’ve felt for the past weeks now crushing me as the adrenaline wears off. Seeing Elliot will help.

Hoisting myself into Nate’s truck, he looks over to me with a sad smile as I buckle in. My phone buzzes in my pocket, my hands fishing for it as I see Elliot’s name across the screen. Swiping on the message, the air leaves my lungs as I read it.

From Elly: I already told Jules and Rue to fuck off tonight and to not bother you. My arms are open for you the minute you get here. I’m so fucking sorry.

Shutting my phone off, my lip wobbles again as Nate sighs, reaching over to pat the top of my head supportively. The rest of the ride is silent as he drives, silent tears leaving my lips as I watch the houses and cars go by. By the time we pull up to Elliot’s house, he’s on the front porch, staring down at his phone. He was waiting… He watches as we pull into the driveway, rising to his feet as he blows out a nervous breath. I turn to Nate, a soft smile on his lips as he nods me on.

“Text me if you need me, kid.” He offers, my arms reaching across the middle console to wrap around his neck. He lets out a sigh, his hand rubbing my back gently. “Go see your man.” He laughs, shoving me away from him as I giggle softly, my hand shoving the door open as I fall out of the truck. My legs wobble underneath me as I make my way towards Elliot’s house, his hands shoved in his pocket as he frowns sadly. I hear Nate’s truck pulling out of the driveway, Elliot’s feet moving quickly to meet me halfway. His arms wrap around my waist tightly, my whole body relaxing into him as I let out a sigh of relief.

“This is all I wanted right here. To be in your arms..” I whisper, his lips pressing against my shoulder as he sighs. We stand in silence for a moment, him avoiding asking what happened and me not being able to find the right words that convey all the emotions that I feel. “He left. My dad left.” I stutter out simply, the words seeming fake to me as they leave my lips. Elliot pulls away, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion as his lips part to speak. “He’s gay. My dad is gay and he’s been living a double life. He blames my older brother a-and apparently Nate’s his biggest mistake and I fell so far from the tree that he’s proud of me.” I whimper, tears rushing down my cheeks as Elliot cups the soft skin, his thumbs trying to keep up with my tears. I laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, Elliot shaking his head in shock.

“That’s a lot-holy shit, are you okay?” He whispers but shakes his head quickly, waving off that question.. “Of course you’re not fucking okay.” He whispers, leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. “I’m glad you came over.” He smiles, my chin craning up to look up at him through my lashes. He pouts at my tired expression, his head tilting at me. “Come on. Let’s go make you laugh, hmm? I’m fucking good at doin’ that.” He laughs, taking my backpack off of my shoulders as he wraps an arm around my waist. Feeling my phone buzz in my pocket as we walk, I pull it out to see a shocking message.

From Biological Father: I never told you how proud I am of you. But I am.

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lexi got more self control than me cuz the minute fez holds my hand i woulda been sucking the soul outta that man !!!!

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