Info - fluff, whipped Timmy
I was in the best relationship I'd ever been in, in my life. She was amazing. I had to seriously wonder if there was anything she couldn't do. I was coming over to visit her with some flowers because I missed her.
I was about to announce myself when I walked into her house, but the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard was ringing through her house. I followed the noise like I was in a trance.
Finally, I was in her bedroom. She was sitting on her window sill and singing. I fell to my knees, and the clunk made her stop and turn.
"Timmy, what are you doing here?" She asked, and beamed when she eyed the flowers. I crawled to her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"You never cease to amaze me," I shuddered.
"What?" She giggled.
"You've got the voice of an angel," I told her as she petted my hair.
"Awww, thank you Timothée, by the way, is it possible those flowers are for me?" She asked me.
"Yes, definitely," I said, backing up and presenting her with the flowers.
"You're so sweet," she smiled.
"Pffft, I don't nearly deserve you," I laughed.
"Oh stop," she said and kissed my forehead.
"You're perfect."
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SFW Timothee Chalamet Fanfiction P2
FanfictionFanfiction that is fluff, angst, etc but no sex. You can read this with no worry of being scandalized. lots of cute moments. All between Timmy and the Reader.
