Timothe Character Reactions To You Being Pregnant!

Timothée character reactions to you being pregnant!

Lee is ecstatic. he's always wanted to be a father, dreaming of a healthier and happier family than the one he grew up in. he cries tears of joy when you tell him, kissing your belly and immediately wondering about names and outfits and nursery plans. he strikes me as a girl dad, so i think he hopes it will be a girl, but he is overjoyed regardless.

Yule is the perfect mix of happy and terrified. he has that pre-parental panic that plenty of people have, mostly because he never imagined a world where he could bring a child into it willingly. he would start talking about teaching your child to swim and fish and get this giddy look on his face. he gets very protective over you while you're pregnant, not letting you do any chores.

Wonka wants a big family, so he's more than happy to find out. he honestly strikes me as the kind of guy who would either burst into tears or faint upon finding out, lol. he wants to tell his ma immediately, have her knit the baby's first outfit. he constantly kisses your stomach, wants to feel them kick, is already buying everything well in advance.

(this ones a lil shorter but hope you all enjoy!)

And how Crosshair leaned into it 😢

they finally hugged ʕ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ

How timmy's characters would react to you scratching their scalp!

Lee thinks it’s really sweet. having his scalp scratched would soothe him to sleep super fast, i think, so use this mode of affection with caution if it isn’t bedtime. if he’s had a nightmare or is having trouble falling asleep, he’ll ask you to “do the thing” aka essentially pet him like a dog.

Paul finds it soothing when he’s in a bad mood or has a bad dream. it doesn’t make him sleepy, it just helps him relax. he would never ask you to do it, though, you have to just infer that he’s restless and needs to have his hair played with.

wonka loves any and all tender forms of intimacy, so hair playing is definitely included in that. he finds it really soothing, especially after a bad dream. he likes to rest his head in your lap and give you puppy dog eyes til you get the hint and play with his hair.

King hal tries to act like it doesn’t do anything for him, but it really does. long hair!Hal is the perfect length to run your fingers through his curls, but bow cut!hal likes when you scratch at his scalp with your nails since his hair is shorter and has more feeling. it makes him turn to butter, honestly, he practically purrs, but he gets flustered that it works so well.

Kyle loves it, its something his mom did for him when he was little and couldn’t sleep. so, he’s developed a sense of comfort in the action, it really just makes him melt. it does make him sleepy, though, so that’s a bedtime activity!!

Still Here (Chapter 12)

Summary: Timothée spends Christmas with you and your family. A happier chapter than the last two.

C/W: Brief mention of parent's death

Catch up on previous chapters here.

Both you and your mother insisted that Timothée come over and spend the night on Christmas Eve so he would not wake up alone Christmas Day. It had only been three weeks since his father passed, and you knew the holiday was going to be hard for him.

Timothée showed up as you and Madison were making cookies in the kitchen. Long past the days of knocking, he let himself in. "Where are my favorite girls?" he called out in a sing-song voice as he made his way through the house. "Aha! Found you!" he shouted when he popped his head into the doorway, sending Madison into a fit of giggles.

He gave her a side hug and a kiss on the top of her head, then walked around to your side of the island counter. "You, uh, got a little something right...there," he said as he swiped the dot of flour on your nose with his index finger.

"Oh yeah?" You grabbed his face with your flour-coated hands and pulled him in for a kiss. "You have something - there," you snickered as you gestured to his entire face. Madison's laughter continued to fill the air.

"And what are you laughing at, missy?" You turned to her. "Seems like you are the only one with no flour on them. I think we should fix that, Timmy."

Timothée grinned ear to ear. "Seems only fair." You each grabbed a handful of flour and playfully stalked toward her. It turned into a messy game of tag as you all chased each other around the kitchen island.

You skidded to a stop when you spotted your mother standing in the kitchen doorway. She stood with her hands on her hips, just shaking her head.

"Oh, uh, hey Mom."

"We'll get this cleaned up, Mrs. [Y/N]," Timothée added, ducking his head in embarrassment.

"Where's the fun in that?" She quick-stepped to the flour jar to grab a handful herself and dumped it on your head.

Madison gasped, "Nana!"

"What? She was the cleanest of all of you. Figured she needed to be brought down a peg or two." She looked at you and winked.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. "By that logic, you're next!" You and your mom stalked each other around the island until until you caught her in a big hug and patted flour all over her back. You both could barely breathe from laughing so hard. The two of you had gotten much closer since you moved back in, and after Timothée lost his dad, you were determined to make the most of the time you had left with your parents.

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After you got yourselves and the kitchen cleaned up, it was time for Madison to get ready for bed. She came prancing out of her room in her footie pajamas to give goodnight hugs to her grandparents. She stopped at Timothée.

"Will you be here in the morning?" she asked.

"Of course! There's no place I'd rather be."

The girl smiled. "Good." She hugged him and headed toward her room. You started to follow when she turned back. "Can Timothée come, too?"

You looked at him and shrugged. "If he wants to." You held out your hand to help him up from the couch, knowing he wouldn't turn her down. He was wrapped around her little finger.

The two of you followed Madison to her room and flanked each side of her bed. You tucked her in as Timothée sat on the edge of the bed. She held out her arms for one more hug from each of you, to which you gladly obliged.

"Now, you better go to sleep or Santa won't bring your presents," Timothée said cheekily.

"Silly. Santa's not real," she stated.

He faked a gasp and pulled a horrified face. "He's not?! Hmm, I guess that means I can have the cookies you left out for him."

Her hand shot out from under the covers. "NO! No. Please don't, just in case I'm wrong."

"Uh huh, that's what I thought," he said as he booped her nose. "Good night, kiddo." He leaned down for one more hug, then stepped out of the room. You kissed her forehead, turned off her lamp, and followed suit.

You spotted Timothée at the end of the hallway where apparently your mother had sneakily hung some mistletoe while the two of you were occupied. He pointed upward and smiled at you. "Join me under the mistletoe?" You sauntered up to him, not expecting him to spin and dip you before kissing you yearningly. "Our first Christmas together. Again."

"Merry Christmas, love," you replied as he stood you upright again and nuzzled his nose against yours.

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The next morning, Timothée sat next to you on the floor by the couch, coffee in hand, taking in the scene as Madison dove into her stocking and the first of her presents. He leaned over and whispered to you, "I never quite understood why my parents got so excited about Christmas morning, even more excited than me, until now. All that joy on her little face. It's addicting." You squeezed his hand and leaned your head on his shoulder.

After a bit, once everyone had opened at least one gift, Timothée brought out a package that he had been hiding behind the couch and set it in front of the girl. "Don't try to pick it up. It's heavy. This one...," he paused to clear his throat, "is from my dad." She looked at him, then you, puzzled. "He was going through some boxes in the shed a couple of months ago and came across something of mine from when I was a boy that he thought you might like to have. He...he asked me to set it aside for Christmas."

Madison gingerly opened the wrapping paper to find a round brown leather bag.

"Go on, unzip it," Timothée encouraged her. She slowly unzipped the bag to reveal a blue bowling ball. "You'll need to grow into it a little, but it's yours if you want it."

Madison's lip wobbled as she wiped her tears with her sleeve. "This...this is perfect." She launched herself into Timothée's lap for a hug. When she pulled away, her face lit up as she looked at you. "Mom, help me find my present for Timothée! Please!"

"That's okay, kiddo, it can wait until we get down to it."

"No, it can't. You'll see." You and she dug through the piles of presents until she spotted what she was looking for - a rectangular present haphazardly wrapped in shiny blue paper and three different colored bows on top.

"I wrapped it myself," she said proudly.

Timothée carefully slid his finger under an edge of the paper in an effort not to rip it. Once he opened one side, he gently slid the gift out. It was a picture of him and Madison together at the bowling alley in a frame that she decorated herself. On the back was a short, handwritten note:

Dear Timothée,

I'm glad we found you at the grocery store. Merry Christmas!

Love, Maddy

Timothée wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "I love it, and I love you, too, kiddo." He pulled her in for a hug and buried his nose in her hair. "So, so much."

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Chapter 13

FYI: I am expecting for Chapter 13 to be the last one.

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Timothee having a nightmare during a thunderstorm and wakes up in a panic needing all the cuddles. 🥺 plz?

A/N:

Hope a Timmy character is ok - I've been wanting to try my hand at a Lee fic.

When I say "vocal panting," think of Paul's noises after he was stabbed in Dune 2.

C/W: Reference to past abuse

Thunder

The weather man on the radio said a severe storm was coming as you and Lee pulled into the state park that would be your home for the night. The wind was already picking up by the time you made your way to your campsite, so you both decided to sleep in the truck instead of the tent.

After a long day of traveling, the two of you were easily lulled to sleep by the gentle rain pattering on the windshield and the thunder that rumbled in the distance. Lee slept upright in the driver's seat, his curly red hair acting as a pillow against the window. Your position mirrored his on the passenger side, aside from your feet curled up in the seat.

A sudden clap of thunder shook the truck's windows and wrenched you from your slumber. You jerked upright as your heart raced and looked around to get your bearings. Beside you, you heard Lee's vocal panting. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, trembling and wide-eyed like a cornered animal. He turned his eyes toward you but remained unfocused as he tried to get away from some invisible phantom.

"Lee, love, look at me. Focus on me." You gripped his face between your hands and rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs.

"[Y/N]? Wha- where?" He blinked owlishly as he looked around.

"You are here with me in the truck. Where were you?" you replied softly, assuming the thunder pulled him from a nightmare.

"I was in the b-barn back home. M-my father w-was coming after me," Lee explained between rapid breaths.

You rested your forehead on his. "You're okay. He's gone. He can't hurt you anymore. Breathe with me, okay?" You took in a deep breath through your nose and let it out slowly through your mouth, exaggerating to encourage him to emulate you. He copied you and slowly calmed down.

"Thank you," he said sheepishly.

You kissed the tip of his nose. "Come here." You leaned back against the passenger door and opened your arms to invite him over. He shuffled over and laid against you as your legs and arms cocooned him in a safe embrace. You rested your cheek on the top of his head and held him like that until morning.

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