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bisexual-thoughtss · 7 months

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Could you write a Tim Leflour story? Where he pledges to no sex, drugs, or alcohol and his girlfriend, the reader, is upset about the whole no sex thing so she gets on his nerves about little things like brushing his thigh during class, talking about hot guys in her class with some of her friends, and purposely wearing skimpy clothes to tick him off. He gets mad and breaks the no drugs rule by smoking a joint and the reader gets a call from Tim telling her to come to his dorm. Obviously, ✨jealousy smut✨.

Trying to write him less subby was a challenge for me!

Tim Laflour x Reader

Tim is nothing if not a little flighty when it comes to his interests. You want nothing more than to support Tim in whatever venture he dives headfirst into, and you do for the most part. Encouraging his better ideas, trying to steer him away from the not so good ones.

This one was the worst one, this pledge. But you supported him anyway, because if there’s one thing you know about Tim, it’s that he gets distracted easily. So you were certain he’d forget about it sooner rather than later.

But of course, much to your chagrin, this was the thing he followed through on. It’s been weeks, and you’re getting desperate. You’ve been trying to support him, but your own hand is just not enough anymore.

So you hatched a plan. You tried to be subtle, just little things here and there to rile him up, but this week has been hell, getting you even hornier while he seems unaffected.

On Monday, you went over to his place to watch a movie, cuddling up to him, sneaking your hand under his shirt to feel his muscles tense, throwing your leg over his hip as you laid next to him. Nothing.

The next day as you relaxed on campus with your friends, they discussed which guys they thought were hot lately. You lean against Tim on the grassy hill, listening to them bicker. Usually you didn’t have any input other than to tell one of them that they needed to have better standards, but not this time.

“What about Mikey?” You suggest, feeling Tim tense behind you. Mikey was one of his buddies on the hockey team. He’s alright looking, but you only suggest him because you know picking one of Tim’s teammates will drive him up the wall.

“Oh you’re right, he’s so hot!” One of your friends squeals and you laugh. You feel Tim huff quietly behind you and you crane your neck to look up at him.

“You okay?” You ask innocently.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiles and you want to groan. No dice there either.

Wednesday you keep it simple. Today you and Tim have a lecture together, and you steer him towards the back of the hall once you get there. You spend most of the class with your hand innocently draped over his thigh, every once in a while moving high up his thigh to give a little squeeze. About half an hour into the lecture, you ‘accidentally’ drop your pencil.

“Whoops,” you mutter, leaning down to pick it up. You brace yourself against Tim’s thigh, nearly at his hip. He tenses as you search the floor, your breasts pressed against his leg as you lean down.

“Got it!” You whisper as you lean back up, your hand ‘slipping’ towards his inner thigh as you do. You give his leg a little squeeze and smile up at him before going back to taking notes. You can see him squirming in your periphery, but he still makes no moves when class ends.

By Thursday you want to scream in frustration. You’re going to hang out with him until he has to go to hockey practice, and you’ve decided that if you can’t make him give in, you’re at least going to get him as frustrated as you are. You pick a shirt that you know makes your boobs look good, and a little skater skirt to go with it.

“Hi,” you smile innocently when he opens the door for you.

“I- uh, hi,” he stutters as you come inside.

“Dinner? I brought some stuff for an easy meal before you go to practice,” you hold up the two grocery bags that he hadn’t noticed. Ever the gentleman, he takes them from you immediately, setting them on the counter for you. You bend over at the waist and rustle through the cabinet of pots and pans to grab the ones you want. You know he can see right up your skirt, getting the full view of your ass and the little lacy panties you’d chosen, so you take your time. When you re-emerge with them, Tim is standing motionless behind you, eyes wide.

“Can you fill this up with water?” You smile, handing him the larger pot. He nods wordlessly, moving to the sink in a trance.

You work in some more bending over as you cook, letting him get some good glimpses down your shirt as well.

You eat dinner like normal, throwing a random channel on the TV until it’s time for him to go. You use his thigh to push yourself off the couch, giving it a squeeze as you stand up. He gathers up his gear and walks with you downstairs.

You pull him into a kiss before you part ways, slipping him just enough tongue to make him look dazed when you pull away.

“Have a good time at practice,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you head home.

Unbeknownst to you, Tim had been flustered and frustrated all week. He’s had to take a cold shower everyday he’s seen you, and he’s not sure how much more their water bill can take. He’s at practice now, and it’s not going well either. He’s extra frustrated now and he’s taking it out on his teammates. After the second time he slams someone into the boards, coach screams at him to get off the ice. He flips his gloves off as soon as he exits the ice, yanking his helmet off after. Everything feels too hot and too tight on his oversensitive skin. He quickly unlaces his skates, stomping back to the locker room and chucks his gear back into his bag, hauling it over his shoulder.

Once he gets home he can’t stand it anymore, he has to relax. Digging around in his nightstand, he finally finds what he’s looking for. Victoriously, he pulls out his last joint and a lighter from the depths of the drawer. He settles in the chair in the living room before lighting up. He takes a couple drags, savoring the feeling of calm that washes over him in the next few minutes. It’s not long before he feels heat settling in his groin, his skin feeling extra sensitive against his clothes. He catches sight of the X on the back of his hand and scoffs. He goes over to the sink, vigorously scrubbing the marker off his hand. Once most of it is gone, he makes his decision to call you. He jogs over to the phone, quickly punching in your number.

His voice was raspy when you picked up the phone. All he’d said was “come over” and you were already out of your seat.

You make it over in record time, practically running up the stairs. When you open the door he’s in the living room chair, head tipped back against the wall with his eyes closed. The smell tips you off as to what he’s been up to.

“Tim?” You call and his head pops up. He smiles languidly at you, motioning you over.

“Missed you,” he makes grabby hands as he says it, making you laugh.

“What happened?” You ask, gesturing towards his hand that’s now devoid of the X. He doesn’t answer, opting instead to pull you into his lap. He nuzzles into your neck, his hands finding their way under the hem of your top to touch your flushed skin. You pick up the joint, holding it to his lips. He takes a drag before you put it back down in the ashtray and pull him towards you by his chin, inhaling as he blows the smoke into your mouth.

You feel fuzzy already, the intimacy only adding to the feeling. You take another drag directly from the joint, wiggling as close as you can get to Tim in the little arm chair.

He takes the joint from you, putting it back down before pulling you into a kiss. You melt into it immediately, as you’ve only gotten quick pecks for the past month. When he starts to push you away, you can’t hold back the whine you let out.

“Just wanna move to the bed,” he tells you, and you’re suddenly hopping off his lap, making him laugh.

You usher him into the bedroom and when you turn around after closing the door he’s pressing you into the solid wood, his hands above your head caging you in. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you hungrily. He presses a kiss to your lips before trailing down your jaw to nose at your neck.

“You’ve been teasing me all week,” he murmurs into your skin making you shiver.

“I-“ you start to protest but he shushes you.

“I think,” he starts, his fingers finding their way into your hair leaving his thumb to slide along your jaw, “I’m gonna repay the favour.”

“W-what do you mean?” You shudder as he presses kisses down your chest. You’re still wearing your skimpy outfit from earlier, leaving him plenty of skin to touch. His knee slots between your thighs, pressing up until you’re practically seated on his leg. You let out a whimper at the contact, the thin lace and his basketball shorts are all that separates you. He smirks as you try and rub against him, groaning when you realize his shorts are too slippery. You whine as you realize they don’t provide any friction when you slide against his leg.

“Tim, please,” you whimper, mouth going dry as his hands slide up into your shirt, pushing the fabric up as he goes. Once he’s pulled your shirt over your head, he quickly unclips your bra and drops that onto the pile of clothes too. His hands slide up your back, pressing you towards him as his lips close around one of your nipples. He swirls his tongue before sucking, and you find yourself sighing happily, your fingers threading into his hair. He gives the other the same treatment and when you think he’s going to move on, he just moves back to your other nipple again. He continues this pattern until you’re practically begging for more, writhing against him. The press of his leg between your thighs does almost nothing as you buck against the smooth fabric of his shorts fruitlessly. You’re sure you’ve soaked through your panties by now.

“You think I could make you come just from this?” He wonders briefly before taking your nipple back between his lips. It’s never happened before but you think he probably can, you can feel your pulse between your legs as you whine pathetically, fingers still curled in his hair. As much as you want him to move on, it feels so good you can’t bring yourself to pull him away. Your nipples are spit slick and red from the amount of time he’s spent against them and he’s showing no signs of stopping. His fingers pinch and pull at one as he suddenly sucks hard on the other.

“Tim!” You gasp, stiffening against him for a moment before your muscles go slack.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, letting out an incredulous laugh when he beams up at you.

“I didn’t know I could even do that,” you mumble, still shocked by the small orgasm, before pulling him up to kiss you again. He maneuvers you to his bed, letting you fall into the sheets gently before crawling on top of you. You spread your legs for him to slot his hips in, groaning when you feel how hard he is.

“Fuck me, please,” you whine and he laughs.

“That’s in inviting offer, eh?” He smirks, “but I’m not done yet.”

He sits up on his knees to work your skirt off your hips, tossing it to the side. He smoothes his hands across your skin, down your sides, squeezes your hips.

“So pretty,” he mumbles into your stomach, kissing a wet line down to your hipbone before sucking a mark there. He kisses across your skin along the band of your panties before sliding them down your legs.

“Look at you, soaked right through these, huh?” He looks proud and you blush.

“Get on with it,” you laugh, knocking your foot into his shoulder. The contrast of him being fully dressed while you’re bare is making you squirm even more than usual.

“I told you, I’m taking my time,” he reminds you, catching your foot. You groan as he presses a gentle kiss to your ankle before continuing up the inside of your leg. Just when you think he’s going to press kisses down the line of your other leg, he sucks your clit into his mouth and you nearly double over.

“Fuck, Tim!” you moan as he eats you out. He groans against you when he tastes your wetness, your hands finding their way to his hair at the sensation. You’re so wound up from earlier that you can’t help the way your fingers tighten in his hair. He moans at the feeling, pushing you almost to the edge. You’re just about to come when he pulls back, looking up at you mischievously. You groan, but he doesn’t leave you hanging for long. His fingers find your clit and your eyes roll back.

“Could Mikey make you feel like this?” He almost growls, fingers rubbing against you.

“W-what?” You try to claw your way out of the fog of arousal you’re in to figure out what he means. You finally remember, just as he presses his fingers into you, nearly making you forget again.

“I was just trying to rile you up,” you’re quick to tell him, “I don’t care about Mike, I just wanted you.”

His fingers curl inside you and it feels like forgiveness until he pulls away from you again. You let out a sob before he shushes you as he sits up.

“I’m just getting a condom,” he reassures you, reaching to rifle through the bedside drawer.

“Get naked,” you grumble, trying your best to yank off his shirt from under him. He snorts, throwing it off to the side and quickly shucking off the rest of his clothes before crawling back between your legs. You hold up the shiny wrapper you retrieved when he was busy like a prize, making him laugh. He moves to take it from you, ready to open it but you distract him, fingers trailing along his stomach. His breath hitches, muscles tightening as you reach the little trail of hair under his bellybutton.

“Fuck, I missed seeing you naked,” you groan, looking up at him through your eyelashes. As he looks into your eyes, you get to watch his face contort in surprised pleasure when you take his cock in hand and stroke. You know you have the upper hand, his dominant act crumbing apart now that you’re finally touching him.

You carefully rip the condom wrapper open with your teeth as his hands find your hips, sliding reverently up your soft skin to thumb at your nipples as you roll it onto his length. Once it’s on he pushes forward to rub his tip against your clit, making you gasp when his jewelry catches on it. You shift your hips against him, desperate to get him inside you, but he continues his teasing, rubbing against you until you can’t stand it anymore. He’s not expecting it, so he goes down easy when you push him onto his back next to you and straddle him. He whimpers as you sink down on him, the stretch making you groan happily. You start moving slowly, savoring the feeling of him being inside you again.

“Feels so good,” you moan as he hits a particularly deep spot. You start riding him in earnest when you can’t stand the slow pace any longer, his hands digging in to your waist as you bounce.

“So fucking pretty, baby,” Tim moans, staring up at you with rapt attention. He lets out a breathy moan when your hands move from where they were braced against his chest to play with his nipples. His fingers dig into your hips as he starts thrusting up into you, matching your pace. It’s been long enough since you’d gotten any action with Tim, much less been on top, and while your orgasm is approaching quickly, your thighs are giving out even quicker. You whimper as you try desperately to keep going, but Tim can tell your losing steam. He flips the both of you over easily, sliding back inside you right away. Your view from under him is perfect, his arms bulging as he leans down to take your nipple into his mouth again. They’re overly sensitive and the zing of pleasure goes straight down to your clit as he sucks. You’re gagging for it, so agonizingly close to coming but you can’t quite get there.

“Tim, please,” you whine, too far gone for anything more coherent as he fucks you into the mattress. He knows what you need though, reaching down to swirl circles against your clit.

“C’mon honey, you can do it, wanna feel you come,” he begs against your breast before suctioning his lips around your other nipple. It only takes a few more thrusts until you arch into him as you finally fall over the edge, pulsing around him as you come. He follows after you, hips stuttering into yours as he fills the condom. You’re both breathing heavy when he snuggles down on top of you, nuzzling into your neck happily.

“Missed this,” you smile, pressing kisses to wherever you can reach.

“Me too,” you can feel his smile against your skin. He moves to get up but you whine, holding him close to you.

“Stay inside, just a little longer,” you plead as he looks down at you fondly.

“Okay, but if we stay like this too long I might get hard again,” he admits sheepishly, settling back down against you.

“Good,” you smile, already dreaming about a sleepy round two.

Taglist; @stusdollface93

#tim laflour #tim laflour x reader #tim laflour imagine #senseless #senseless 1998

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v4mp1res3verywhere · 2 years

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they don’t make ‘em like this anymore mane

#🗯#red and black emo archetype #besides tim #the grip Warren peace had on me #tim laflour #matthew lillard #senseless #ian mckinley #final destination #kris lemche #Warren peace #sky high #steven strait #Jennifer’s body #colin gray #kyle gallner

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allwhiterain · 3 months

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Matthew Lillard as Tim LaFlour in Senseless (1998)

#movies #throwback #film #90s #90s movies #fashion #90s grunge #90s punk #90s films #90s aesthetic #90s icons #90s fashion #90s nostalgia #matthew lillard #senseless 1998 #tim laflour #face piercings

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nma-nekro · 2 months

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tim laflour aka the only reason i watched this movie more than once

#tim laflour #matthew lillard fanart #matthew lillard #senseless #senseless 1998 #scream #scream 1996 #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #scooby doo #shaggy rogers #digital art #by me #stu macher

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soulofmisha · 4 months

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tim laflour | senseless

#tim laflour #senseless #matthew lillard

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whorrorfix · 2 months

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my autistic ass cannot decide which matthew lillard character i love more. brain is just playing ping-pong with itself, “no this guy. actually it’s him. no HIM. my bf.” BRO IT’S THE SAME GUY, DIFFERENT FONT. HELLO ??

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theghostinyourwalls · 4 months

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Please baby

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pixie-ass · 6 months

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Tim LaFlour x F!Coquette(ish) reader

Readers a girl in his english class, inspired by the scene of him reading Langston Hughes. They're opposites bc I think the opposite aesthetic trope is so damn cute.

I have a lot of ideas for this trope that I'll try to add!

Warnings - none except for fluff with my fav punk!

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Tim was not the best at poetry. Needless to say, english literature wasn't one of his strongest suits. That's why when the professor had assigned a very long, very taunting poetry book along with an analysis, he was fucked. Not only that but he didn't really know anybody in that class to ask for help and he was sure his roommate, Daryl, was as clueless as him.

As class was dismissed and all the students were beginning to leave, Tim packed his stuff up, sighing as he began to think. The class size wasn't big, so as people walked out, he looked around for anyone who seemed helpful, only to catch eyes with a particular girl.

He'd noticed her since the beginning of the semester. She always sat second row on the right and would never talk unless called on. He noticed all her supplies were a light shade of pink, which he thought suited her. She'd always dress with light colors too, very put together. Tim sat in the row behind her a few seats to her left so he'd always find himself zoning out on her, only because she stood out.

“Do you know how to do this?” He'd take his chance and ask her, she seemed so sophisticated taking notes everyday, he was sure she'd know what she was doing. Her eyes widened and she seemed to go from shock, to confusion, to acceptance all in the span of a second. “Yeah, we're just going through the book assigned and analyzing the poems. Pretty easy.” She smiled as she swung her backpack (light pink of course) over her shoulders.

“I got that, but I don't get it, like how we're supposed to analyze. I suck at this class.” She giggled in response, causing Tim's brows to knit in confusion, he couldn't find what was amusing. “It's pretty simple, if you want, I can help you.” She offered him a sweet smile that caused him to smile. He nodded, “Yeah, that'd be awesome! We can work in my dorm.”

She nodded, “I'm y/n by the way.” She offered her hand out for him to shake. He slipped his hand into hers, feeling her soft skin and admiring how well taken care of her nails were. “Tim! Nice to meet ya." He stared into her eyes almost dumbfounded as he shook her hand, a dumb smile plastered on both their faces.

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A knock on the door startled Daryl as he sat in the living room, tense from the drug effects. Tim opened the door to his dorm, quickly walking over to the front door and opening it, “Hey! Welcome, welcome, you can make yourself right at home. My rooms over here.” Daryl raised a brow as he watched the very opposite girl walk in. Her light clothed and accessories a blinding contrast to everything Tim owned. It was almost comedic.

“We’re gonna be studying, dawg, so don't interrupt so we can get smart.”

“Yeah man, don't worry. You have fun.” He responded, a teasing hint in his tone.

As the girl walked into his room, she couldn't help but look around, admiring all the punk posters and dark themes. She stood out like a sore thumb. Her white sweater, blue jeans, and pink accessories were almost blinding in there. Tim noticed straight away, letting out a small chuckle as he shut the door. “You listen to any of them?” He asked, pointing to his various punk band posters. As expected, she shook her head, “No, haha. They look sick, though.” This caused Tim to smile as she set her bag down on the floor next to his bed. He motioned for her to sit, and she did.

Immediately, she began pulling out the poetry book and some paper. I guess she was here for business. Tim sat down across from her, getting his own stuff out. As she got a paper, she began explaining, Tim nodding in response as he listened. It seemed a hundred times easier to listen to her than the professor. After explanations he began to understand, they'd take turns reading poems out loud, analyzing, highlighting, and annotating what they agreed was important, (though it was mostly Y/n who would point out most and Tim would just agree since she seemed so pleased).

Tim noticed that when she would concentrate she would chew on the end of her pencil, her glossy pink lips attracting him like a moth to light. She had pretty lips and he couldn't help but stare at them, his own mouth seeming to slightly open as he stared until he had to catch himself multiple times.

After about 2 hours of this, they'd finished more than half the assignment, and they were both more than exhausted. It was nearly midnight. Yawning, y/n shut the poetry book, packing her papers into her folder. They hadn't chit chatted a lot, Tim didn't want to interrupt her focus so as they cleaned up Tim spoke up.

“So do you enjoy poetry? You seemed really into all the poems.” Y/n shrugged as she packed away the last of her things, “I guess I do. I like the beauty and emotion put into poems. They're really beautiful if you read them right.” Her response was said in a sleepy tone but was so sincere, Tim found himself feeling a sort of admiration along with a tingling in his stomach.

He smiled at her as she broke out into a yawn again. “You seem tired, we should get to sleep, eh.” He suggested standing up and fixing his bed to rest. She also stood up, stretching her body. “How fars, your dorm? I can walk you. It's pretty late, so I wouldn't want you to get spooked.” She giggled as he said it. Mostly, his tone was what made her laugh.

“It's all across campus, on the other side of the main hall.” His brows raised in concern. “That far? That's like a 10 minute walk.” He knew it wasn't far but she seemed so tired he wasn't sure if she'd even make it, she looked one blink away from knocking over like a leaf in the wind.

“You'd be better off staying here.” She raised a brow at his comment, a frown appearing on her soft face, “I'm not dumb enough to stay in a college guys dorm for the night. If you're thinking what you are, know I'm not the one.” Her sleepy voice was now stern as she headed for the door, her walk telling him that his comment had made her upset.

“Hey, hey. I didn't mean it like that. I promise! I'm on a no sex, drugs, or anything sinful pact so I swear I didn't mean anything that you're thinking.” He raised his arms up in defense, watching as she stopped and turned around, eyeing him.

“I was just saying, since you look so tired. I think it'd be better for you to just sleep here than walk all the way over there.” She stared at him in silence for a few long seconds.

She was only thinking it through so much since she really found Tim to be cute. Ever since she'd laid eyes on him as he walked in through the door mid-lecture, she'd felt her cheeks go pink. Something about the way he looked, or carried himself, or talked, it all fascinated her, and soon enough, she found herself crushing on him like a high school girl.

Sighing, she responded, “Okay, fine. But only because I really am so exhausted.” Tim's face seemed to go from upset to a beaming smile quickly. “Awesome! You can borrow one of my T-shirts if you want. And you can take the bed. I'll take the floor.” He exited the room after tossing a t-shirt onto the bed, leaving her a very flustered and hot mess. Her heart was racing as she lifted up the shirt he'd left for her. It was of a punk band. It smelled just like Tim. She blushed as she put it on. She blushed as she got into Tim's very soft and warm bed, blushed at how sweet it was for him to offer to sleep on the floor.

As she tucked in, Tim knocked, walking in after she answered and smiled down at the view of her covered in his blanket, completely bundled from neck down.

"Thank you for helping me by the way. Learned more from you then the professor, goodnight.”

He shut the lights off, and y/n heard as he shuffled on the floor. Looking down, she saw him lying with a comically small blanket and a decor pillow. Her heart raced in her ears as she decided if she should speak or not.

“You can sleep on the bed, Tim. It's your bed anyway, so I'd feel terrible if you slept on the floor.” She was also pitied by the sight of his tall figure under that poor excuse of a blanket. She heard him shuffle and next thing he was standing.

“You sure? Really, I'm alright sleeping on the good ole floor.” He chuckled.

“Im sure.” She scooted over to the other side, patting the bed. He didn't hesitate even a second as he tucked in beside her, far enough to not make her uncomfortable. As her eyes adjusted, she could begin to make out his silhouette in the dark. That's when she realized how close he really was, and she found a new found heat on her face. She went to cover her head with the blanket as if he could see her reddened cheeks.

“Tim.? You still awake?” She spoke softly under the covers. The soft ruffle of the pillow case sounded, “Yeah. What's up?” He whispered back.

Her hands seemed to tingle along with the butterflies in her stomach. She uncovered herself and moved her body so she could stare at him and him at her, he was already facing her direction though.

“Thank you for letting me stay, I didn't tell you, but it means a lot that you care.” She offered a sleepy smile as she stared into his face. He smiled back, and though she couldn't see it, she could see the outline of his cheeks when he did so.

“It's no biggie. Just the right thing to do. You tell me if you had a pretty girl in your dorm who was tired and lived far away that you wouldn't feel bad if she was alone.” His statement caused her to let out a small giggle into the sheets, which in turn caused her heart to flutter.

She scooted closer to him, not much, not enough to be noticeable in the dark but enough to where she could feel how warm he was, a huge grin spread across her face. "Goodnight, Tim…" Her eyes were far too heavy to keep open now, she shut them, and without a thought cuddled into Tims side causing him to freeze.

He slowly looked down at her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, her closed eyes and her features. Gently he wrapped his arm around her, feeling her shift closer to him, his heart ramming against his chest. She was so small in his arms, so warm, he felt himself leaning into her head, resting his head against the top of hers, caressing her back as she slept. He wasn't sure why he was doing this or why he felt so much in his gut.

All he knew was that he was happy, holding her and admiring her. That he was feeling far too much all at once.

He'd have to talk to her about this tomorrow. His emotions would be the death of him.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 6 months

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first askkkkk anyway SO HEAR ME OUT either a Tim Laflour x really Uber hyper female coquette reader… like Tim comes over, dumps all his hockey stuff on the floor, and hops in his gfs light pink canopy bed or something like that UBER FLUFFYYYY and she babies him and he just loves it (ik he does)

Omg I love thisss!!! he’s so silly

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No warnings rlly (: also I used to be a hockey player like most my life and I always had extra shit laying around, so this is from my experience 😭 like I would have the stuff I usually use and then stuff I never did, but that’s enough from me

You sat down in bed, watching the tv and eating a bowl of cereal. It was late at night, your boyfriend at hockey practice.

Once you finished, you got up, throwing the bowl in the sink.

You looked around in the living room, extra hockey gear and things like jackets and necklaces were sitting neatly on your couch that all pointed to your boyfriend. The dark clothes contrasted your pink ones.

And even if you both were total opposites, he didn’t mind. If anything, it made him love you more.

You loved to support him in whatever he did, whether that be his hockey team or anything else he randomly did. And he loved to support you with a giant smile and a thumbs up.

It was times like these when you missed him most.

You went back into the room, switching the channel after a while. You stopped on the hockey game. His favorite team was playing, and it made you smile as you thought of him.

It was interesting, you watched it until it finished, then looked to another one of his shirts, this time neatly on your bed, next to some stuffed animals.

You grabbed it, then the stuffed animal. You hugged the shirt to your chest along with the stuffed animal, your eyes slowly closing.

(I do that all the time, but maybe that’s just me)

The key on his piercing jingled as he shut the door softly. He looked around, the lights were off, and his stuff was neatly on the couch, his hockey stuff even against it. He kicked off his shoes, putting his other hockey gear next to the door. He turned on a light.

He made his way to the fridge, opening up a bottle of water. He looked around the place, it felt like home, almost. It was where he felt more comfortable, and he found himself coming here more and more.

He then looks into the room, the light still on. He leaned against the doorway for a moment, taking a picture in his mind. He watched your chest rise and fall, your pink stuffed animal and his shirt tucked against it.

Your pink shorts and his white t-shirt, the sight was perfect. He shrugged off his jacket, throwing it somewhere onto the floor and taking off his pants, leaving him in a shirt. He was tired, and did not feel like changing.

He practically jumped into bed with you, the bed bounced slightly, making him wince in fear of waking you up. Luckily you just stirred a bit. It wasn’t until he put an arm around you that you work up.

“Mmm… Tim?”

“Did I wake you up?”

“Yes.” You laughed sleepily, opening your eyes now and looking at him.

“The one thing I tried not to do. Sorry.”

“You’re fine. How was practice?”

“It was… alright.” He said hesitantly.

“You beat someone up again, didn’t you..?”

“Look, I just can’t stand this new guy-“ he started, making you laugh.

“How was your day, eh?” He asked you.

“It was okay. Your team won.”

“You watched it?” He said with a smile.

“Yeah. Just for you.” You kissed his cheek, making him smile even more. You reached a hand around, putting a hand on his hair now. He laid his head down in your chest, as you messed with his hair.

“I love you.” He mumbled.

“I love you, baby.” You mumbled back, giving him a kiss on his head.

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