Roxygen22 - Inner Ramblings Of A Recovering Perfectionist

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HC of Timmy calling you Mrs. Chalamet for room bookings at hotels, dinner reservations, ect and it being a bit of an inside joke but one day he says it to you seriously and proposes

This is such a cute ask.

The first time it happened you assumed it was a mistake on Timmy's part. Or maybe the hotel assumed since he did the booking you two were married. You just smiled and pretended like it didn't happen.

The next few times your eyebrows furrowed, but you still didn't say anything. But it got to the point you had to ask Timmy about it.

For a few months, it had been going on, and after you two checked into a hotel while on vacation in Italy and you were called Mrs. Chalamet at the first desk and then again as you both were led to a table for dinner you smiled at the waiter and turned to your boyfriend.

"Isn't it odd that they keep referencing me as Mrs. Chalamet? Like I want to correct them, but then it's been too long, and plus it's awkward to be like I'm not his wife and it's sort of rude and could be insulting to both them and you and I don't want to be rude or ups-" Timmy placed his hand over yours stopping your rant.

"Baby, I put you down at Mrs. Chalamet." He confessed with a smile. "Oh?" You flushed. "Why?" "Well because you are my Mrs. Chalamet. "

"Am I now?" You chuckled. "Of course. You are going to be that one day, you should get used to getting called that now."

"I'm going to be Mrs. Chalamet one day?" You tease. Timmy blushed and he looked down at the menu. "Yeah, Yeah. Of course. If you want to. Because I want you to be."

Smiling, you leaned across the table and kissed him. "I would love to be Mrs. Chalamet."

And for the next few months when it happens, you do nothing but grin and Timmy and squeeze his hand. Timmy even started to call you Mrs. Chalamet.

"Mrs. Chalamet," he groans as you kiss his neck. "I am trying to memorize my line," he finishes.

"Go ahead. I don't mind," you say, kissing the other side.

His eyes close. "You are distracting me." "Do you want me to stop?" You asked pulling away. "Fuck no, Mrs. Chalamet."

It's a cute little joke you guys do and you love it. And then one day, it isn't a joke anymore.

You wake up to Timmy planting kissing along your shoulder. "Good morning, Mrs. Chalamet."

"Morning, Timmy," you mumbled turning over in bed and kissing his lips. Timmy moaned and pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked burying his face into your neck. Giggling you nodded and ran your fingers through his hair only for his hair to get caught on something on your finger. Well, not just anything but a ring.

Frowning you pulled your hand back and stared at the gold, pear-cut ring on your finger. "Timmy, what is this?" You asked, looking from him to the ring.

Timmy grinned sitting up. "Well. You are called Mrs. Chalamet. I thought it would be best to make it official."

"Are you asking me to marry you?" You asked dumbfounded.

"Yes. Will you become my Mrs. Chalamet?"

You laughed with tears streaming down your face. "Yes yes. Of course. I will always be your Mrs. Chalamet," you said. Timmy pulled you closer and kissed you.

Trembling hands from micro prompts

Yule

Trembling

Micro Story Prompt

Kate sat next to her fiancé of five hours at the Mindy family's dinner table. Yule stared absently at the centerpiece, not even reacting to her presence. She laid her hand on his.

"Are you alright? Your hands are trembling," she asked quietly.

Her touch shook him from his thoughts. He looked at her and half-smiled. "Y-Yeah, I'm cool." He straightened his back and sat up in the chair. He interlaced his fingers with hers.

"I- I just thought we would have more time," he said. "I would have liked actually marrying you."

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Still Here (+2)

Summary: 100% tooth-rotting fluff. Madison sees fireflies for the first time when Timothée takes the two of you to the lake again.

A/N: There are scenes I had in mind for my Still Here series that just didn't quite fit cleanly into any of the chapters, so I decided to add some "deleted scenes." Catch up on the main storyline here.

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"What was that?" Madison squeaked, pointing toward the woods.

"What was what?" Timothée asked. He stood and looked around protectively, but didn't see anything different or out of sorts. The three of you had been at the lake for hours, and dusk was creeping up on you.

"There it is again! A little flash of light!" Madison shouted.

You saw Timothée's shoulders relax. "Those are fireflies," you replied.

"Fireflies?"

"Some people call them lightning bugs," Timothée added. "Let's see if we can catch one."

"Won't it burn you?" Madison asked, skeptical of his proposal.

Timothée chuckled. "No, kiddo. But they do taste nasty, so don't try to eat one!"

She twisted her mouth to make a sour face. "Have YOU eaten one?" she asked incredulously.

That earned a fully belly laugh from both of you. "No," he replied, "but I read that frogs will spit them right back out if they eat one. They produce a chemical that makes them taste bitter."

"Oh, there's one!" you shouted.

Timothée slowly stalked the tiny bug before suddenly reaching out and clasping his hands together. "I got it! Want to come see?" he asked Madison.

The girl was not a huge fan of bugs, but her curiosity outweighed her normal disgust. She walked over to Timothée, who was now crouched and sitting on his feet. He parted his thumbs to make a small hole.

"Look in here," he said. Not even a second later, the bug flashed, and Madison gasped in wonder.

"Can I catch one?" she turned to ask you.

"Have at it. Just make sure you cup your hands so you don't squish it," you replied. She ran after the next one she spotted. Timothée stood, let his firefly go, and walked to the boat to rummage through the storage bin under his seat. He came back with a glass jar and proceeded to poke holes in the lid with his pocket knife.

"Timothée, I got one! I got one!" Madison shrieked.

"Good job, kiddo! Bring it over here."

"It tickles!" she said through a laugh.

"Here, let's see if we can get it in the jar. You drop it in, and I'll close the lid real quick." The cycle continued until they had 4-5 fireflies contained. "Go show your mom."

"Look, Mom!" Madison ran over to show you the jar up close, with Timothée following shortly behind.

"These are so pretty," you said in awe. "It's been a long time since I've seen fireflies. Timothée and I used to come out to the lake and sit on the tailgate to watch them float around.

"Well, we did more than-"

You cleared your throat and darted your eyes at your daughter.

Timothée blushed. "I mean, we did that many times," he corrected himself. He winked and snuck a kiss when Madison turned away.

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Timmy-isms!

Wish someone would stare at me like that bottom left pic.

Timothée Chalamet in Beautiful Boy (2018)