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 :)

butter dance break @ 64th grammy awards

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Truth or Dare- Part 7

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: The reader joins a game of truth or dare with the trio, still shaken from what happened at home. Elliot keeps a keen, worried eye on her the whole night. Jules gets put in her place in a pretty brutal way and the sleepover turns to a trip down memory lane, Elliot and the reader staying up late to talk.

Song: "Little More" by Catie Turner

Warnings: Swearing, angst, overall happy ending.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I really loved writing this part even though I liked cranked this out. THIS CHAPTER IS TENSE FOR THE MOST PART. I tried to stay focused and not side track since I have a SHIT ton to do today.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5 Part 6

I sit in Elliot’s lap, his arms protectively around me as I sniffle, the sleeves of his sweatshirt rising to wipe my eyes. Jules and Rue look between the two of us with skeptical eyes, wondering why I’m crying and what caused the sudden shift between the boy and I, not understanding why we’re so close all of a sudden. Elliot directs their attention elsewhere, the truth or dare game that’s continued on for the last few hours keeping my eyes open and my mind alert.

I wanted nothing more than to just lay in Elliot’s arms, to close my eyes and fall asleep safely. He was worried about me, I could tell from his wandering eyes and concerned questions. He had to have asked me eleven times within the first twenty minutes being here if I was alright or not. I just couldn’t stop reeling over my dad's words, his text, if my brother was okay, where he was.

I had a million thoughts going through my head at once. Like, what was my mother doing right now? Was she awake, crying and mourning for her marriage? For her kids? Or was she sound asleep knowing that this incident was bound to happen either way. I felt a bit betrayed by her but I know that this was hardest on her of all people. It’s obvious that my father blamed her for getting pregnant with Aaron. If she would’ve never gotten pregnant, maybe my dad would be with a man and be happy. But that would mean that Nate and I wouldn’t even exist.

Would it have been better?

“Y/n, truth or dare?” Rue asks, sliding the sunglasses low on her face as she spins around in the chair, a small, doped out smile on her lips. I think for a moment, taking a deep breath as Elliot’s fingers gently play with the sleeve of my shirt.

“Truth.” My voice is meek as it comes out, it being the first word that I've spoken since I got that text from my dad. Rue watches me intently, looking between Elliot and I with a concentrated look.

“Are you fucking Elliot?” She asks, Jules’ head whipping to look at her girlfriend with wide eyes. I can understand why they’d think that. The proximity, the worry, the way he looked at me. We were obvious that there was a bit more than friendship to our relationship.

“No, Rue. We’re not fucking.” Elliot responds simply, his chin resting on the top of my head as I huff, my knees folding to my chest. Rue gives us an unconvinced look, her head shaking with a scoff.

“See, you guys forget that I’m like a fucking genius.” Rue chuckles, sitting up straighter in her chair as Jules pouts in the corner. My eyes rake over her, my eyebrows pulled together in confusion at her pathetic exterior. Is she really pouting? Now? Suck it up, you cunt. “You’re all touchy feely a-and Elliot, this is the most serious I’ve ever seen you. Like what the fuck is going on.” Rue asks, her hands flying as she speaks, a soft tired laugh leaving my lips.

“She’s had a rough night, RuRu. I told you not to fucking pry.” Elliot grits, a smile on my lips as he stands up for me, obviously not caring what people think. Rue backs down, her hands raising in surrender with a shrug.

“I’m just saying. There’s something you guys aren’t telling us.” Rue huffs, flopping back into the chair as we all look at Jules, her silence pissing me off at this point.

“I’m sure there’s a lot of things not shared in this room right now.” I snap, my gaze set on Jules as Rue’s eyebrows pull together, wondering what exactIy I mean by that. Jules’ eyes flicker up to me, her face falling pitifully as her gaze shifts to the man behind me. The weight in the room shifts to a tense anxiety, the need to stand up to Jules, to shove it down her throat that I’m the one in Elliot’s arms tempting me.

“There seems like a lot to unpack there.” Rue laughs, oblivious to the tense gaze that Jules and I share. She obviously didn’t tell Rue about the kiss that Jules and Elliot shared- or should I say, the time that Jules shoved her tongue down Elliot’s throat without his permission. She also didn’t tell Rue about the fact that I slapped her in front of a room full of people. Something that I’m still proud of to this day.

“It’s my turn.” I huff, shifting the attention back to the game. But if Jules kept up this tough, pitiful exterior, I was not going to hold back. Rue didn’t deserve a partner who was obviously cheating on her. Emotionally and physically. It made me sick. I get that Rue is by no means the perfect girlfriend, her ongoing drug issue being hidden from her blonde partner. They both had secrets. But one was not my business and the other involved the man that I’m in love with. That was personal. “Jules,” I pause, Elliot tensing behind me as her eyes widen, looking up at me with a scared look, “who was the last person you kissed?” I ask, tilting my head at her as I watch her body shake, Rue looking between us with a confused look.

“Uh, Rue, obviously.” She chuckles nervously, looking at her girlfriend with a soft smile. Mhm, bullshit. Elliot’s hands rest on my stomach, a small laugh rumbling in his chest at my pettiness. I feel his lips against the shell of my ear, a shiver running down my spine.

“Behave.” He whispers, pinching my side as I giggle, rolling my eyes in defiance. Jules huffs as she sits up, her eyes locked on Elliot behind me. I applaud her ballsiness for even looking at him with me in the same room. With her girlfriend in the same room. She has cartoon heart eyes for the handsome boy, but his eyes were not on her, nope, they were on me.

As they should be.

“Elliot, truth or dare.” She asks with a smug smile, my eyes rolling as I rest my head against Elliot’s shoulder, closing my eyes. Can I slap her again?

“Truth.” He sighs, playing it safe. He knows her, he knows that she wanted every reason in the book to kiss him again, to prove me wrong that he wanted to kiss her. She obviously knew of my feelings for him but she just didn’t care. Where’s girl code when you need it? Elliot’s chest is hard behind me, his breathing stuttering as he waits, knowing that if Jules asks the wrong thing that I would flip and she would not like it. I had put up with enough shit today between my family and now her. I could handle her though, put her in her place in a moment's notice.

“Who would you kiss in the room right now if you could?” She asks, her eyes flickering to me as my eyebrows tick up. She knew that I knew about them kissing. She knows that he told me, that he told me everything. Why was she proud of that? Why was she proud about cheating on Rue? Was it fun for her, did she just like the rush and chase? The secrecy? Before I can reply, Elliot gives me a gentle squeeze. He lets out an aggravated sigh as he shakes his head.

“Obviously Y/n since she’s the only single one in this room. And among other reasons.” Elliot chuckles and my cheeks heat up, my head rolling to look away from Rue’s prying, intrigued eyes. She knows that there’s something going on with us and the fact that she’s so excited about it is so cute. She deserves better. “Jules, can I ask why the fuck you’re so interested in my lips and who they kiss?” Elliot asks, Jules stuttering a bit as she fumbles through her brain for an answer. “Like seriously, it’s genuinely fucking weird. If you wanna kiss someone so badly, kiss your girlfriend.” I smile proudly as Jules gets up, marching out of the room, her eyes filled with tears. I hear the bathroom door slam as I scoff, Rue looking back at the bathroom door with a sigh. “Rue, I think your girlfriend has some things that she’s not telling you.” Elliot adds, my heart pounding in my chest as I look up at him, his face stoic and jaw tight.

“I don’t think she meant it when she said she wasn’t interested in men anymore, hun. Unless Elliot is that exception.” I explain, the sunglasses falling off her nose as her expression drops, a small pout on her lips as she nods.

“Yeah…” Rue trails off, her reaction taking me off guard. Did she know or suspect something already? “I was excited that you guys were getting closer cuz maybe she’d drop whatever she feels for you, Elly.” Rue frowns sadly, her feet dropping to the floor as she bites the inside of her cheek. “Thanks for letting me know.” She smiles sadly at us, both of our heads nodding as she turns. “Just tell her I went home. Kick her the fuck out for all I care.” Rue mutters as she walks away, leaving the room as I frown. I turn back to Elliot quickly as I pout, suddenly feeling terrible that she knew and we solidified the knowledge that her girlfriend was cheating on her. Fuck. Elliot reaches up, cupping my cheeks as he notices my dismay.

“She knew. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He whispers, gently pressing a kiss between my eyebrows as I nod. “You wanna kick Jules out or you want me to handle it?” He asks with a deep breath, anger bubbling in my belly at the mention of the blonde who opens the bathroom door behind me. I turn to her with a frown, my head tilting at her. She looks around the room, her face falling as she sees that Rue left. I watch as multiple emotions pass through her face, betrayal, guilt, sadness.

“You can leave now.” I add, her eyes widening as she looks at Elliot, shaking her head with a dropped jaw.

“It’s not even your house, Y/n-” She scoffs, waiting for Elliot to confirm but he simply shrugs, cutting her off.

“You can leave now, Jules.” He repeats, her eyes blinking rapidly as she stares at the two of us, shocked. “I’m not the group boyfriend. And I’m not gonna help you cheat on your girlfriend just cuz you’re confused.” Elliot explains as Jules gathers her things with loud sniffles, my heart pounding against my chest as I find the words I’ve wanted to say for weeks.

“Also, find someone else if you wanna ruin your relationship. Elliot’s too busy for that shit now.” I hiss, Jules not sparing a glance at me as she stomps out of the room, his bedroom door slamming as she makes her way out of Elliot’s house.

Relief falls on my shoulders as I let out a sigh, happy to just have her gone and happy that Rue knows. That they both know that Elliot and I were kind of together though we haven’t exactly specified that yet.

Silence falls around us as my back stays firmly pressed against Elliot’s chest, his cheek resting on the top of my head. I rub circles into his forearm that rests around my waist, a small smile on my lips as I listen to him breathe.

“That was like a really hot, vague way to tell her I’m taken.” He snorts suddenly, a laugh leaving my lips as I shake my head playfully. He spins me around in his arms, his hands resting on my lower back. I shift so I can wrap my legs around his waist, a small huff leaving my lips.

“Are you taken?” I ask quietly, my fingers playing with the strings on his sweatpants. He watches me with soft eyes, his hands rubbing up and down my back as he hums gently.

“I don’t know, am I?” He asks in return, a shy smile on my face as my cheeks warm, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze. He nudges his nose against mine as I giggle, my head bobbing in a nod. “Wow, I didn’t even know that, it’s so crazy that I’m taken- oh my god, should I change my status on social med-” I shove him with a playful giggle, our backs hitting the bed as I curl up in a ball beside him. He watches me with soft eyes, his fingers intertwining with mine in between us. “I’m okay with being taken. Are you?” He quizzes playfully, my bottom lip tucked between my teeth as I huge the ridiculous grin that wants to seep through.

“Yeah, that’s cool with me.” I whisper, watching as he rolls over onto his side, his hand splaying against my thigh between us. My breath gets caught in my throat at the proximity, the weight that’s been on my chest finally brushing off as I relax into his sheets. “I missed having sleepovers with you.” I whisper, my fingers playing with his.

“Yeah? What did you miss?” He asks with an enamored gaze, his eyes flickering over my face as if he wanted to memorize everything about me. “You miss me stealing blankets, uh, or the fact that I’d wake up with you literally smothering me?” He teases, my eyes rolling as I think back a few years.

“I just liked when you’d come to sleepover at my house and we’d wake up super late and my mom would make us breakfast.” I whisper with a shrug, the mention of my family making me sad. “I just missed everything about you for all those years. I felt like a legit piece of me was missing.” I huff, my eyes avoiding his as he scoots closer to me. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as my chin cranes up to look up at him.

“No matter how mad I was at you, or how mad I seemed, it was all because I knew I was gonna miss you so fucking much.” He whispers, our legs tangling together as I grin, his hand rubbing my waist softly. “Like, I couldn’t even think about seeing you occasionally because I would just want to stay with you forever. That's why I just dropped everything.” He explains, my head bobbing in a quiet nod as he goes on. “But everything just fell apart without you, bug.” He whispers, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek. “Fuck, I failed like three classes, I lost like ten pounds cuz I couldn’t even eat. I would sit in front of the phone just staring at it like an idiot.” He chuckles, shaking his head with a laugh. The thought of young Elliot being so torn up over me makes my heart break, my hands reaching out to rest on his chest. “When my cousin mentioned moving, her mind went here first. I think she knew where your family moved.” I grin at the thought, marking it in my mind to thank her later for doing me this solid. “And then I saw you that day and I felt like such a fucking jackass.” He whispers, his thumb brushing against my cheek as I pout. “I can’t stop and will not stop apologizing for that.” He scoffs sadly, pressing a kiss to my cheek as I chuckle.

“Good, you dickhead.” I giggle, his jaw dropping in a shocked smile. I wrap my arms firmly around his neck as he sighs, his nose nudging mine as my heart beats wildly. “So, I’m not drunk right now and I don’t think you are either…” I trail off, remembering his words from the party when he left me hanging. His eyebrows raise teasingly as he chuckles, his eyes flickering between mine and my lips.

“Yeah? You know, now that I’m taken, I think it’s important to say that I don’t think my girlfriend would like me kissing someone else.” He teases, my eyes rolling with a giggle. My heart stops at the term girlfriend, not thinking I’d ever hear those words come out of his mouth when referring to me.

“I think your girlfriend is pretty cool and I think she’d be perfectly fine with you kissing me, Elly.” I laugh quietly, my fingers running through his tangling hair as he nods, his eyes soft as he looks at my lips.

“Yeah, you’re right, she’s pretty fucking amazing.” He whispers, leaning forward to gently press his lips against mine. I gasp at the feeling, my heart swelling in my chest as he pulls me tighter to him. The kiss is tentative and shy at first, not kissing each other in years. It was definitely different and he definitely had some idea of what he was doing compared to a few years ago.

Parting my lips, the kiss deepens quickly as the wait finally ends, the kiss growing needier by the second. He slides on top of me, not disconnecting his lips from mine as I sigh quietly, my head tilting as he does the same. His hands are everywhere, my hips, waist, face, anywhere that he can touch. I cup his cheeks in my hands, the skin heated under my touch as he pulls away, his forehead resting against mine. Breathless gasps are shared between us, a huge smile on my lips as he laughs. His head falls to my shoulder as he giggles, both of us feeling bashful and embarrassed as the room grows quiet.

“I’m not gonna lie. Some things don’t change.” He whispers, my eyebrows pulling together as his gaze shifts downwards, an obvious tent in his pants as I gasp. Reaching up, I cover my face as he slides off of me, my giggles probably being heard from down the street. “I’ll be back, don’t fucking move!” He yells over his shoulder as the bathroom door shuts, tears pricking my eyes as my laughter dies down. This fucking kid will be the death of me.

Reaching over to grab my phone, I yawn at the sight of three in the morning, my eyes fluttering shut briefly. Waking myself up a bit, I find Nate’s contact, deciding to share the good news and check in on him.

To Nate: I just kissed Elliot.

I giggle at the words, them feeling unreal to me as my mind goes over the last fifteen minutes. Elliot and I are dating, together, a couple. It’s something that younger me prayed over, wished for on birthday candles for, wished on 11:11 for, anything that could give me hope that we would be together one day. My phone buzzes on my chest, two messages from Nate coming through.

From Nate Good for you, kid, I’m proud of you.

Now go to fucking bed, you woke my ass up.

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