Love Me Some Good Ol' Domestic Drabble.

Love me some good ol' domestic drabble.

i am begging, pls anything with timmy being a gentleman just in your everyday casual/domestic routine🤌🏼 i go on tiktok and see these moments and my heart explodes, i love him so much!! thank you so much bestie! <3

hihihi!!! thank you for your incredible patience, i'm the slowest writer known to man but i hope this is okay, i loved this req he's such a gentleman 🥺

“do you remember which box we put the plates in?” timothée asks, spinning on the spot in the kitchen. he's surrounded by boxes, and after an entire day of hauling them into the new apartment and unpacking, you’re sick of the sight of them.

you groan from your position on the couch, muscles aching. you admitted defeat twenty minutes ago, at which point timothée offered to cook dinner with only one pan and a set of chopsticks.

“what could you possibly be making?” you had snickered, flopping onto the couch that nearly ended your relationship in the attempt to wedge it through the front door.

“don’t you mind, darling,” he had replied.

and now, after your impromptu nap, and as an ominous scent drifts from the kitchen, you turn to look over the back of the couch at him.

but you really can’t remember which box the plates are in.

“i feel like we put them with the glasses? you know, fragile stuff,” you think aloud.

“fuck it,” he says, carrying the pan over to the couch and slumping down beside you. he digs the chopsticks into the concoction he’s made.

you wrinkle your nose. “are you sure that’s edible?”

timothée looks at you, deadpan, and you’re really struggling to hold in your laughter.

“wow, no thank you?” he teases, kissing your cheek because he just can’t help it. “no that looks délicieux, timothée, lumière de ma vie—”

you burst out laughing, leaning forwards to kiss him softly, revelling in his smile against your lips.

“now come look what i did for you, ma chérie,” timmy mumbles against your mouth, kissing your nose before taking your hand and the pan and pulling you into the next empty room.

you’re dreaming.

surely, this is a dream.

he is a dream.

“t-timmy…” you stutter, bumping into him as you stand together in the doorway.

a dining table made of cardboard boxes sits in the middle of the room, two cushions on either end. there’s a bouquet of your favourite flowers in the middle, a bottle of wine with two mismatched mugs, and what looks like a christmas card sitting just next to them.

he scratches his head, sheepish, when you spot the card.

“so i really wanted to write you something, i just couldn’t find where we put all the cards, but i did find the christmas box, and that was full of cards,” he explains.

you’re dumbstruck, speechless, and so he takes your hand, leading you towards the table.

it’s as he pulls out your chair — or your cushion — for you to sit down that you snap out of it, eyes glistening with tears, happy tears, always happy tears with him.

“when did you do all this?” you sniffle, sitting cross legged on the cushion, wiping your tears only for more to fall. you dare not open the card, not when you just know he’s poured his entire soul into it, and you’re already losing it over a goddamn cushion.

“while you were napping,” he says it so nonchalantly, sitting on his own cushion and placing the pan on the boxes. he’s luminous as he grins at you.

god, he really is a dream.

“am i still napping?” you ask, tapping your cheek.

timothée chuckles then taps the pan with the chopsticks as if to wake you, the sound echoing around the room.

“this is just… you’re so… fuck, i love you,” is all you can articulate, and it’s not enough. words are never enough when it comes to him. you don’t think you could ever describe the way he makes you feel, how right now you’re giddy, floating, euphoric, all butterflies and bounding heart.

you crawl over to him, seating yourself in his lap and sweeping over the freckles on his cheekbones with your thumbs. “i love you.”

timothée nods, green eyes soft as they peer into yours. “i know. i love you.”

you laugh happily, nosing at his cheek as he sways you in his arms.

“hey, i have a question,” he wrinkles his own nose as he stirs the pan.

you raise your eyebrows.

“do you love me enough to eat this?”

These are sweet photos (IG: hanszimmer) ✨

Babe!!! I’ve fallen in love with Timothee! Wonka. May I request a Wonka x reader where the reader tries to make something for Willy’s birthday (a cake or something) and she is anxious that he won’t like it but he thinks it’s so sweet and it’s all fluffy and cute ☺️

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A/n- haven’t we all?? Anyways I love this

Warnings: established relationship, fem! Reader, other than that it’s all fluff

You stepped back as you looked at the cake. The chocolate cake with chocolate icing was perfect for him, you thought. It had some of his own chocolates crushed on top.

You pulled aside Noodle one day at work, bringing her into the room you had it in.

“So, what do you think? Do you think he’ll like it?”

She smiled and nodded. “I think he’s gonna love it. Did you make it yourself?”

You nodded. “I did.”

“It’s perfect.”

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His birthday was today. Everything needed to be perfect. You made sure that he stayed in bed late so the others could set up his surprise at the shop.

“Can’t we just… stay here for a little longer? The shop can wait.” You mumbled tiredly, and how could he resist? He would never say no to staying longer in bed anyways.

“Happy birthday, my love.” You said, pressing a kiss to his lips when he crawled back in bed with you. He smiled against your lips as you both laid there, rubbing a hand on his bare back, the light pouring in from the window.

He held you flush against him, he couldn’t have had a better birthday already.

“Mmm.. we should get up.” He said after a while.

“Yeah. Yeah you’re right.” You replied, giving him one more kiss before you both got up and changed into work clothes.

You held his hand as you both walked outside, you were excited to see his reaction to his surprise. The morning birds chirped at you both, it was quiet in the early morning.

He unlocked the door and expected to be met with the darkness of the building, and instead was greeted with streamers, confetti and his friends all there, with a smile as they stood next to the cake you had created.

He turned to you, you had a smile on your face as well.

“You shouldn’t have-“ he started.

“I wanted to.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek, and ushered him forward to say hello to everyone and to open his gifts.

“Happy birthday, Willy.” noodle said, he smiled down at the girl, giving her a hug.

“Did you help with this?” He asked the girl as he nodded to the cake.

She shook her head, “Nope. She just asked me if it looked good, and of course it did. I set up all the decorations and wrapped the presents, though.” She sent you a smile and you smiled back at her.

She was like family to you both at this point.

“Well, thank you, both of you. I don’t think it can get any better.”

He cut the cake and you handed out a slice to everyone. You did end up smashing a piece in his face to which he replied, “at least it’s chocolate.” You rolled your eyes and laughed at the man.

You all sat down at a table, a table he had set up for things like birthday parties or the sorts.

You sat next to him, he held your hand under the table and sent you a small smile every so often. You just smiled back. He was the happiest he’s ever been, and he wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.

“You know, I was kind of scared you wouldn’t like it.” You said once you entered the house, he hung up his coat and hat and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why would you think that?”

You shrugged.

“I like anything you make, simply because you made it.” He said, coming up from behind you, hugging you from behind and pressing kisses to the crook of your neck.

“Happy birthday, my love.” You told him again.

“It’s the best I could have ever imagined.”

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I’m so excited for dune two just so I can see my man.

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