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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."