How Would Timothes Characters React To You Proposing To Them?

How would Timothée’s characters react to you proposing to them? 🥰

Oh, this is adorable. I am going off of this post. I hope this is what you had in mind.

Paul

You wake up first, pressed against Paul in his bedroom. You know you should leave. That if either of your parents caught you in bed together you would be shipped halfway across the galaxy, but you couldn't help staring at him. You push his hair out of his face, lean down, and kiss his cheek. Then his other cheek. And his nose and then slowly, you kiss his lips.

Paul's hand curls around your waist and pulls you closer. Giggling, you open your eyes and Paul's green eyes blink open slowly. "Good morning, my air," he mumbles.

Your heart beats faster and you can't help but kiss him once more. Paul's hand comes up and cups the side of your face as if you are the most precious thing in the world.

When you pull away you can't help but blurt out, "Paul Atreides. I love you with every fiber of my being. I never want to be apart from you."

Paul's eyes widen and he sits up, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Are you asking me to marry you?" he asks shyly.

You flush but nod. "Yes, I want to be bound to you until there is no more breath in my body. Until I am one with the universe and all the atoms."

Paul turns a deep shade of red, but he is quick to take your face between his palms again. "There is nothing I want more than to be with you."

Laurie

"So when is the wedding?" Amy teased as you both walked home from a day in town.

"Wedding?" You asked.

"Oh don't pretend Laurie hasn't been dropping hints for weeks now. He has been humming the wedding tune. Last week we went by that dress shop and he just gazed at it for like 15 minutes."

You flushed and pulled your scarf tighter around you. "We have only been together for half a year," you said.

"But you love him. You two are the cutest thing ever. I've never seen two people more in love."

"Fine. I want to marry him, but I thought he would ask by now," you said.

"Well, he is Laurie. He is a nervous wreck and he's an overthinker," Amy commented as you got to the path between her home and Laurie's.

"You are right. I will come by later, I am going to speak with Laurie," you said marching towards his home. You knocked firmly and stood back waiting for the door to open.

Laurie grinned when he opened the door and saw you. He opened his mouth, but you cut him off before he could speak. "Would you like to marry me?"

Laurie is frozen. He stares at you as his heart beats too loudly in his ears. He can't believe you asked him. He wanted to ask you, but here you were, asking him. He thinks he might be faint.

"Umm, Laurie?"

And then he realized he wasn't saying anything. He steps onto the porch and kisses you sweetly until you feel lightheaded. "That is a yes. I wanted to ask, but I've been nervous," he said, chucking.

Hal

"How was your day?" King Hal asked as he sat down across from you.

You shrugged your shoulders and picked up your glass of wine. You were in no mood for idle small talk with the King. After a year of courting you would assume a proposal would be next but it seemed Hal was happy to waste your time.

Hal raised an eyebrow at you shrug. "Nothing of interest happened?"

"No, my King," you replied,boredly.

"Something interesting always happens. Even if it is a butterfly landing on a flower or a knight being turned down." Hal's days were dreadful and the highlight was having dinner with you in his room.

An idea formed and you sat up. "Actually, I did have lunch with someone interesting today," you smirked.

"Who?"

"The Duke of Mongomery. He was lovely. He has such a lovely home, and he loves gardening and history like I do."

Hal's grip on his glass tightens. "So you two spend a lot of time together."

"Of course we do. But do you know what made lunch today so interesting?"

"Hmm," he said, his green eyes narrowed and focused on you.

"He hinted that he wanted to ask my mother for my hand. He would like to marry me. Of course, I told him I am courting the King. Though he pointed out it's been a long courtship," you said with a pointed look.

Hal chuckled and rounded the table until he was in front of you. "Is there something you would like to say to me, my dove?"

"Matter of fact, Yes! Would you like to marry me?"

Hal chuckled again. "Are you proposing to your king?" He jested, though he felt happiness blooming in the pit of his stomach.

You open your mouth and close it. "Fine. I suppose I am."

Hal gets on his knees in front of you and takes your hands, kissing them both. "I had plans to ask you to marry me tomorrow at dinner, but as you so wonderfully asked me. I will grant my blessing to our union," he said full of sarcasm, though a hint of love bled through his tone.

Lee

You and Lee stumble into the hotel room in Las Vegas in a throne of laughter. Who knew that you both were good at Blackjack. After winning you two were given a nice room for free. And your lips were pressed against each other.

You kissed him, pulling his hair and causing him to moan into your mouth. You shove him into the bed and strip both of your clothes off. Lee flips you over and you wrap your legs around his waist and he moves inside of you.

When you both are lying next to each other on the bed, you look over at him and can't help but ask him. "Lee, do you think we should get married?"

Lee laughs, but when he sees the serious and shy expression on your face, he stops laughing. "You want to marry me?" he asked.

"Yes. I can't imagine being with anyone else."

Lee kisses you passionately and rolls himself on top of you. The kiss is only broken up by Lee sobbing. He's so happy and overwhelmed. He never thought he would be with someone who saw him for him and loved him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just love you so much," he said, wiping his tears, but you just kissed him again.

"It's okay, Lee. I love you too."

Wonka

"Mr. Wonka, I have a serious question to ask?" You say leaning against Willy's desk.

He looks up from his work to smile widely at you. He takes one of your hands and interlocks your fingers.

You can't help leaning closer and connecting your lips. Willy smiles against you and when you pull away he is lovestruck as he gazes at you.

"Will you marry me, Willy?" you asked.

"Yes," he replies without thinking. He pauses and then he jumps up. "Oh my god, are we engaged?" He's bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Married! We are going to get married? That's wonderful. It's a dream come true. My dream to be exact." He grabs you and spins you around the room.

Kyle

Your hands are pressed to Kyle's chest as you ride him. He's moaning and his hands are tight on your hips and you ride him faster. You can't help but chuckle as you look down at how fucked out he looks.

"Look at you so whipped for me," you said, circling your hips. Kyle's eyes close and he moans louder.

"Fuck, I'm so whipped for you. I've obsessed with you, baby girl," he said getting lost in the pleasure.

"Whipped enough to marry me?" You are teasing your "never getting married because it's a way for the government to control you" boyfriend, but Kyle nods and cum at the thought of being yours forever.

It's in the heat of the moment and you kiss him aggressively as you tighten around him and cum. You both fall asleep right after, pressed close together.

Elio

"I miss you so much, Elio," you say into the phone. You sat on your bed playing with the phone cord as you tried not to cry.

"I miss you too. So so much," he mumbled just as sad as you were. "But we will see each other soon. I'll be in New York in two weeks and we will spend every second of the day together," he reminded you.

You sighed dreamily. "That is not enough time."

"I know but I will take any time I can get with you. Ti Amo, amore mio," he said.

When you got to New York you were almost sprinting to Elio's hotel room. The elevator was too slow. So, you ran up the stairs and knocked on the door.

Elio opened the door and pulled you into a tight hug. You both hold each other for a few moments. You both sniffled and pulled away, "I love you," he whispered.

"Will you marry me?" You asked.

Elio chuckled and pulled you closer. "I was going to ask you." He pressed his nose into yours. "Yes. Let's get married, travel, and just be together."

How to show emotions

Part VI

How to show insecurity

not holding/breaking eye contact

fidgeting

crossing their arms

trying to cover up their body

making themself seem smaller

playing with their hands

hiding their hands in their pockets

holding their head down

blushing

clearing their throat

biting their nails

biting their lips

nervous laughter

stuttering

How to show being offended

stiffening up

hard line around the lips

frozen stare

narrowing of the eyes

turning their head to the side

quickening heartbeat

turning red

making themself bigger, ready to fight

How to show compassion

gentle and soft smile

relaxed facial features

softening of their eyes

openly showing how they feel

leaning towards the other one

nodding along, not directly interjecting, but encouraging

deep breaths inbetween

gentle touches to comfort

How to show being pleased

big smile/grinning

laying head slightly to the side

moving one shoulder up

pursing their lips while smiling

very open body language

leaning back

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Timothee with a nasty stomach bug that had been going around and being super cuddly and clingy cuz he feels so sick. 🤒 plz ❤️

Bug

>>>puke warning<<<

You and Timothée had been dating for a couple of months the first time he visited your apartment. The two of you were going to watch a movie on your new TV - a gift to yourself after a promotion at work. It was shaping up to be the perfect casual date night until you felt him start to squirm on the couch beside you about an hour into the film.

At first, you thought he was just trying to reposition to get comfortable, but the shifting continued, and he let out a barely audible whimper. You picked up the remote and paused the show so you could look at him. You noticed he was much paler than when he walked through your door earlier.

"Are you ok?" you asked worriedly.

Timothée's face scrunched in discomfort as he removed his arm from its perch around your shoulders and leaned forward, nervously rubbing the palms of his hands on his knees. "My stomach is bothering me. Not sure why."

"Oh no. Can I get you anything? I have some Sprite and crackers."

"Maybe just some Sprite."

You untucked your leg and stood to fetch a glass of clear soda. He accepted it graciously but sipped cautiously.

"Thank you. I'll be ok. Let's keep going with the movie."

You nodded in agreement and pressed play, reclaiming your spot next to him. You were careful not to cuddle too closely, afraid that your body heat may worsen his nausea. About 15 minutes later, Timothée suddenly jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom, followed by the sound of violent retching.

You padded over quietly. The door didn't latch behind him, so you knocked gently and pushed it open slightly.

"Are you alright?" you called out.

You heard him spit, then groan pitifully. "Oh, God. Please don't come in. Th-this is embarrassing."

"You know I'm a pediatric nurse, right? I get puked on for a living," you replied, unfazed.

He chuckled weakly. "Fair enough."

"So can I come into my own bathroom?" you teased in an effort to lighten the mood. He simply nodded, letting his head hang over the toilet. You knelt beside him to rub soothing circles on his back. You felt him tense as a queasy burp worked its way up from his belly.

"Any clue what may be causing this? Did any food seem off today?" you inquired.

He paused to think, then shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Maybe just a bug."

An idea occurred to you when you noticed how his now unruly curls fell into his face as he leaned forward. You stood and grabbed one of your headbands to pull it back.

"Thank you," Timothée all but whispered, resting his head on his forearm as he sat back against the wall. The peace only lasted a few moments before he was back on his knees and leaning over the toilet again. A long string of spit dripped from his mouth as his body prepared for another bout of vomiting.

"Just let it out. It'll help you feel better." You reassuringly rested your hand on his shoulder blade as he heaved repeatedly until finally emptying his stomach.

After spitting several times to clear his mouth, he sat back and looked at you. "I think it's over now." He cleared his throat. "Sorry about that."

"You don't need to apologize for something you have no control over, babe." You half-smiled kindly and ran a hand through his curls. "Why don't you stay here tonight and get some rest?"

Timothée paled again. "I- I don't know. I mean, I want to, and I was hoping to before...this...but I don't want our first time staying together overnight to be like this."

"Nonsense. For one, you don't need to drive home if you aren't feeling well. Second, there's no need to suffer alone. Here." You handed him a spare toothbrush. "When you have enough energy to stand, brush your teeth and we'll just pick up where we left off."

You stood and left the bathroom to give Timothée a moment of privacy. You heard the water run and the door open. This time, you were seated in a position to hold him instead of the other way around.

"I'm the big spoon this time," you announced defiantly and flashed a smirk.

"I yield," he replied with hands up in surrender, leaning back against your chest as he sat down on the couch. "Thank you for, uh, taking care of me." You responded simply with just a kiss on the crown of his head and unpaused the movie. Not even 10 minutes later, you heard soft snoring.

You buried your nose into his hair and whispered, "I wish I could tell you to your face that I would gladly take care of you for the rest of my days."

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Star Wars #33 - "Rebels in the Wild" (2017)

written by Jason Aaron art by Salvador Larroca & Edgar Delgado

Comfort food from the prompt list for Wonka

https://www.tumblr.com/roxygen22/750844187588673536/send-me-a-number-and-ill-write-a-micro-story

Micro Story Prompt

On the House

He was wandering aimlessly around the small tropical town, milking the last hours of shore leave before heading back to the ship, when he caught a waft of something delicious. The top notes of something savory filled the air and made his stomach grumble.

He let his nose lead his legs until he came to a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant at the edge of town. He pulled the beaded curtain to the side and stepped in. The place was empty, but he could hear the clanking of cooking in the back. Suddenly, a friendly face popped into view from the kitchen window.

"Please, sit! I will be out in just a minute," he heard a young woman shout. He looked around and chose a table that would allow for a view of the place. It was small, but well tended to. Loved, even. He mindlessly ran his fingers along the grooves of the hand hewn wooden table as he waited.

Motion from the kitchen broke him from his thoughts. The girl wiped her hands on her apron as she stepped out. "What can I get for you, sir?" she asked while pointing to a menu board.

"I want whatever is producing that delicious aroma. I could smell it down the street!"

"Ah, I was making galina stoba for tomorrow's special. But I can spare some for you today. I'll be right back." She brought out a steaming bowl of rich brown broth, chicken, and vegetables. It almost looked like a stew. His eyes fell when she set it down in front of him.

"You don't like it? You haven't tried it!"

"No, no, ma'am. It's not that. It looks and smells scrumptious. M- my mom used to make something like this when I was sick or upset," he replied quietly.

"She is no longer of this world?"

He simply shook his head in response.

"You've been thinking a lot about her," she stated factually.

"All the time."

"She brought you here to my shop tonight. To show you that you will be alright. I can feel it." She paused. "Stoba is on the house."

He looked up at the ceiling puzzled. She chuckled.

"I mean this one is on me. Free." She cupped his shoulder, but before she could turn away, he grabbed her hand.

"Thank you. What's your name?"

"Raeni. Yours?"

"Willy. Willy Wonka."

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