Ex I Haven’t Talked To In Almost Two Years Requested To Follow Me On Insta. I Love Being ✨that ✨

If you hate Feyre and Rhysand please keep that shit to yourself because it’s embarrassing

Rewatched b&a today and it was better than I remembered 👏👏👏

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Dating Timmy - Random Headcanons

He always eats and leaves crumbs in the bed, so... enjoy that🙃

When he's sick, you bring him anything he wants, cuddle him, and rub his back.

And he does the same for you.

When you can't sleep at night, he'll sing to you. Whatever song you want.

Except Statistics.

And Yeet.

Sometimes when you shower, he'll sit on the bathroom floor like a puppy because he just wants to be with you.

His love language is physical touch, so he always wants to kiss and hug and cuddle.

It doesn't even have to be romantic touching, it can be something as small as your knees brushing while you're sitting next to each other. Just so he knows you're near him.

When you sit on the floor and do your makeup in the full length mirror, he'll sit and hug you from behind. Sometimes he'll rest his head on your shoulder and watch you through the mirror. It's especially cute early in the morning, when his hair is messy and he's blinking at you sleepily.

Sometimes he'll let you put some blush or lip gloss on him. He's adorable.

He knows you love his hair, so he lets you do whatever you want with it. Pigtails, braids, buns... One night, he let you straighten it.

You then realized that you'd made a huge mistake and forced him to wet it so it would curl again🫣

He holds your undershirt down for you when you take his your hoodies off.

You're both very private but your relationship definitely isn't a secret.

You're both extremely busy, but you try to have date night at least once a week.

It doesn't always have to be going out somewhere; sometimes it's just sitting at the table and playing a board game, baking something, or watching a movie in bed.

Just as long as you're together.

He likes to match his outfits to yours.

On the red carpet, but also just in daily life.

He's not a jealous person because he trusts you so much and he knows you'll never do anything to hurt him.

So he loves showing you off.

He's always weird about sharing his problems because of who he is; he feels like other people have it so much worse and he should just be grateful and not complain.

So he just acts like everything is fine, even when its not.

And of course, you know him better than anyone, so you know when something is bothering him.

It can take a while to coax it out, but eventually, he'll be honest and you can help him work through it.

He feels like you always know the right thing to say. He loves that about you.

You're more "online" than he is and you like to see what people say about him. His fans are so hilarious and creative. He likes it when you read funny tweets about him. He can see all the good stuff posted about him without having to sift through the hate; you're his own personal filter.

You get him into shitty reality TV.

He doesn't see the appeal at first, but after a few episodes, he's picking sides and needing to know what happens on Real Housewives of New Jersey.

Speaking of TV, he's very good at guessing the Masked Singers.

Like he gets it right almost every time.

Sometimes when you're sad, he'll do Pennywise's dance from It to make you laugh.

It never gets old.

He has a hundred notes in his phone with random things you've said. It's usually just a song or snack you mentioned in passing and he wants to remember it for later investigation.

You both start to use the same slang, phrases and references. You're literally the same person.

And sometimes no one else gets your references but you and Timmy. So one of you will say something and you'll both just die laughing while the rest of the room looks at you like wtf..

He's very good at taking Instagram photos and he loves to gas you up.

"Oooohh damn, you're so hot. Yes, do that! That's my (girl/guy)!"

The whole time he's looking at the phone and giving you the thumbs up like a proud mom videoing her child's dance recital.

He likes to open your car door for you.

He can be forgetful when he's stressed out.

"Timmy, your phone is in your hand."

"Timothee, your sunglasses are on your head."

No matter where you are, you like to watch the sunset together.

Sometimes you'll sneak a quote of something miniscule he said in a movie or smth into a normal conversation and he'll cringe.

Him: "Teresa is going to prison on RHONJ😧"

You: "I can do prison."

Him: "eufheufh why are you like this?"

You're his person🥺

Me when I have a question:

i hate it here, just want to live in a world where all my book boyfriends r in love with me

So Timmy couldn’t do a cameo in Barbie and we still don’t have a wonka trailer??? I’m so sick of him😔

In The Middle Of The Night (Short)

Pairing: Rhys x singer!reader (f).  Summary: Rhys and reader are roommates and he has nightmares. Warnings: None. Word count: 424 A/N: Just in case you were wondering (you weren’t), the song I envision the reader singing is All Too Well by Taylor Swift (the 10 min version, obvi), but feel free to choose something else if that’s not you.

***

The nightmares didn’t stop. I had them every night without fail. I thought they’d get better with time, but it almost felt like they were getting worse.

I would always find myself awake multiple times a night. Sometimes, I’d pace around my room or fly around the city to clear my mind. Sometimes, I’d just go downstairs for some water.

On one of those nights, I happened to find (Y/N) asleep on the couch, surrounded by books. Her hair was in a messy braid and she was still in her day clothes. Her lips were slightly parted and her breaths were even. She looked so peaceful; beautiful. 

I gently took the half-closed book from her hands and marked her page, placing it on the coffee table. I pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered her with it before going back upstairs. All thoughts of my previous nightmare had been replaced with (Y/N)’s angelic, sleeping face.

***

About a month later, I had a particularly bad nightmare. I found myself outside (Y/N)'s bedroom door, as I did every night occasionally to listen for her even breaths through the door and make sure she was okay.

Tonight, however, I heard nothing.

Not a single sound; no breaths. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing up and down the hallway and wondering whether or not I should go in. If she’s awake, she’ll think I’m creepy for coming into her room in the middle of the night, I thought. As I paced above the staircase, I heard… music playing very softly. It was really quiet, obviously magically muffled so not to disturb. It wasn’t coming from a tv or a radio; someone was playing the piano downstairs and singing.

Singing. The sound was so melodic; the most beautiful voice I’d ever heard in my existence. I sat down on the top step and leaned against the wall. I’d never heard the song before. It was sad, but it was so beautiful and poetic and I wished I could remember all the words.

My mind became hazy and my eyes grew heavy. I told myself I’d only close them until she finished her song, and then I’d go back into my room and rest.

For the first time since Under the Mountain, I fell into a dreamless sleep. The next thing I knew, it was morning and my neck hurt. I awoke in the same spot, sitting on the top stair.

With the throw blanket draped around me.

He said srry bby lemme remedy that for you🥺🤲

So Timmy couldn’t do a cameo in Barbie and we still don’t have a wonka trailer??? I’m so sick of him😔

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