~Timmy Imagines~

treating timmy

It was a dull Sunday afternoon. Timothée and I had no plans once so ever. The two of us were set down on the couch. Timmy was texting one of his friends, while I was scrolling through instagram, looking at everyone's stories. A part of me was annoyed that Tim didn't seem to want to do anything exciting today. But another part of me understood why he wanted a quiet day. He was jam packed at work all week, not getting off until 11pm each night. Poor dear probably just wanted to relax with his girlfriend. My head raced, trying to think of something we could do together. I finally came up with an idea that would spice up our day a little bit, but in the comfort of our own home.

"Timothéeeeeeeeeeeeeee." I say, pushing the phone from his hand, replacing it with my hand.
"What is it baby?" He held my hand tighter.
"I'm so boreddd."
"What would you like for us to do, darling?"
"I want to treat you Timothée." My voice got gradually softer finishing the sentence.
"Mhm, how???" I could see the smirk creep from the corner of his lips.
"Ew. No. Not like that. Don't be a dumbass."
"Harsh much? Whatever. How are you gonna treat me then?"
"I'm going to give you a little pick me up! I'll wash your hair, give you a massage, put a sheet mask on you, anything you desire."
"Oh y/n... you really don't have to-"
"I know I don't have to, I want to. You've been really stressed lately, I wanna make you feel good."
"Anything involving you would make me feel great." He kissed my cheek.
"I appreciate that, but I insist. Come on, let's get you to the bathroom."
I grab his hand once more, and we venture to the upstairs bathroom.

"So what do I do?" Timmy asks.
"Hey- uh just.. sit right there!" I point to the corner of the bathtub.
"Okay then." He sits down, waiting for my next move. I grab the shampoo and conditioner from the shower caddy, and turn the water on on. I get on my knees by the side of the tub. "May I?"
"Yes, please."
I gently place his head under the faucet, his hair slowly submerging in the water. As it's soaking, I take the shampoo, and rub it in my hands. Once it fully emulsified, I take the bubbly formula to his scalp. I rub his curls in small, tight circles, making sure to get all of it.
"Woahhhh." Timothée says.
"You like how that feels?"
"Yeah- yes that feels really good y/n." I giggle.
"I'm glad you like it babe."
After a few minutes of massaging, I dip Tim's head back down to the faucet, making sure to wash all the suds out. I then go in with the conditioner, working my way through his curls. I take a comb to detangle any little knots there may be.
"That smells really good. Like- rose?"
"Oh, because we're using my conditioner."
"That explains why I like the smell so much." I smile at him. "Alright get up, Timmy."
"Aren't you gonna rinse the conditioner out?"
"No. We're going to leave it for a little longer. Adds softness."
"Okay, my little hairdresser."
"Just get up." I nudge his shoulder.
"Oh I'm just teasing, honey."

Timothée stands up in-front of me. I grab a one of my hair caps, and stare at him. "Okay, bend down a little please."
"Oh, yeah. Okay sorry." He bends down, and I take the cap, placing it on his head. Timothée's turns around, glancing at himself in the mirror."I look-"
"Absolutely adorable?" I cut him off.
"I was gonna go with, ridiculous, but I guess adorable works to."
"Well, I'm right. Here, sit down on the toilet."
He sits down, and I grab a cucumber sheet mask. I delicately unravel the mask, making sure it doesn't rip. I spread the mask on Timmy's face, fitting it in all the crevices. "Fuck. Shit, y/n that's so colddd!!!!"
"I know it is, baby. Just bear with me. Please?"
"I can't really say no to that, can I?"
"No. You really can't."
Five minutes go bye, and it's time for me to rinse Tim's hair out. "You know what I'm gonna say."
"Back to the tub?" Timmy asks.
"Yup."
Once he's there, I turn on the water for the last time, letting it douse his hair. I brush through it with my finger tips. "Okay. Your hair is done baby! He stands up, dabbing his it with a towel. "Thanks for the hair treatment. You're really good at this."
"No problem. Time to remove the mask."
I reach out to his face, gently pulling it off. I dab the excess serum with a damp cloth. Timothée hums throughout this entire process.
"Mkay, are you ready for your massage?"
"Yes. My back has actually been kinda tight from stunt rehearsals."
I grab his hand and take us to the bedroom.
Timmy removes his shirt, and lies down on the bed. I pick up the lotion from the dresser, and tower over him on the bed. I squeeze the peach scented lotion into my hands, and start rubbing it into his back. I made sure to go deeper when I felt knots. I could hear little sighs of relief coming from Timothée. He then unexpectedly grabs me, and pulls me on top of lap. "Can I give you a back massage now?"
"I'd be delighted." I pull off my top, now only in a bralette. He takes a generous portion of lotion, and starts massaging from my shoulders, to my upper back, to my waist, and finally to my hips. It felt absolutely phenomenal. Once he was done, I pulled myself closer into his chest, and kiss his lips intently. We explore each other's mouths lovingly, as if we were anticipating this all day. Timothée starts to pull my hips up, and I interrupt him. "Ooh! I almost forgot one thing, to end your self care day."
"What'd you forget?" He asks.
I reach to my night stand, for my cherry Burtsbee's. I grabbed his face with both hands, and planted a kiss. "Chapstick."

"Mhm, today was really nice. Thank you, dear."
"Pleasure was all mine Timmy."
"Next weekend, it's your turn."
"I can't wait, honey."

A/N: this was a tad bit boring. I couldn't come up with any better ideas. I'm srry.

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He went after Pete, and Cudi... I'm afraid that Timmy's next 😟😖😫-