Multi-Fandom Imagines

Birthday Night (Timothee x Reader)

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is December 27, 2020. It is Timothee's birthday!! So I had to release a cute chapter for this man that makes me so unexplainably happy.

I'M GOING BY A NEW PEN NAME! You guys can call me Iggee Rose! You can call me Iggee, Rose, or Iggee Rose all together. It's a coded anagram for my real name so it holds significance. Love y'all!

Y/n smiles at Timothee, pushing him out the door. "Go on, get, boys!" Armie flashes her a thumbs up and winks at her. She shakes her head and smile, closing the door. 

The minute the door latches closed, her smile drops and she stares the clock down. "I've got about 2 hours to get this apartment ready," she thinks to herself. "Alexa, shuffle songs by Mother Mother," she commands.

Y/n runs to the linen closet and grabs a handful of thin sheets. She drops that on the couch on her way to drag chairs from their kitchen nook into the living room. She grabs the heaviest books she can grab and dumps them on the couch. 

To begin with, Y/n places the two chairs she dragged in adjacent to each other, their backs facing each other. She throws a sheet over them, connecting the two chair's backs to the sofa cushions. The slope of the roof resembles a sturdy lean-to. She anchors the sheet with a heavy book on each chair and cushion.

Heading into her and Timmy's shared bedroom, she drags their fluffy pillows and favorite fuzzy blue blanket from their bed and sets it up in the fort. She lays another blanket under the pillows so they aren't pricked by the rug. Of course, Y/n places a few squishy stuffed animals against the sofa to fill in a few cracks. 

She plugs in her computer so it's charged for tonight. The light flickers on in Y/n's closet as she searches for a cute outfit for tonight. She settles on a black tank top, striped green pant, and black belt. Lazily pulling her hair back into a half-ponytail, she rubs a little lip gloss on her lips and a little mascara.

Y/n picks up her phone and calls their nearby cafe, ordering cream cheese bagels and bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandiches. (Those are some of his favorite foods)

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Timothee and Armie stumble through the apartment door, giggling uncontrolablly. Y/n groans. "Armie, I thought I told you to keep him mostly sober!"

Timmy's head snaps up and he surveys the apartment. The lights are dimmed and fairy lights have been thrown over the decorated fort. Y/n is sheepishly standing beside it. "What...?"

"He's not drunk. We were just reminising about Call Me By Your Name." Armie grins and scrambles out of the apartment.

"Baby, what is this?" Timothee asks.

Y/n looks at her feet, which are nestled inside slippers with little cartoonish deer faces on them. "I wanted us to have a fun movie night."

Timmy breaks out into a huge smile. "Hummingbird, this is amazing!" He yells excitedly, running towards Y/n and sweeping her into a big hug. She squeals and jumps up, wrapping her legs around him as he spins in circles.

"I got bagles and breakfast sandwiches," she says, nodding to the food served on a plate inside the fort.

They eagerly sit down and nestle under the blankets, Timothee leaning against the couch and Y/n leaning against his chest. She opens her computer and Timmy observes her screen. "What are we watching?"

Y/n grins at him mischeviously. "Given it is only two days after Christmas, we're still watching a Christmas movie. Specifically, 'Christmas With the Coopers'."

Timothee's jaw drops. "No! No, no, no, no, no! That movie sucks, and you know it!"

"So?! I don't care, I love it!" He groans as Y/n presses play and takes a bite, handing a bit of egg to him. He shakes his head, laughing softly, and eats it, licking her finger a little bit. She retches. "Ew, don't lick me!"

They watch the movie happily together, and when the mistletoe scene comes on, Y/n pulls a plastic mistletoe bunch out from under the pillows. He groans. "Pucker up, sweetie," Y/n says. He happily does, and kisses her softly. When the credits roll, Y/n slams the computer shut and jumps up, grabbing Timothee's hand. "Alexa, play Arms Tonite!" She hollers.

The familiar bass begins strumming, the entire room being filled with the sweet beat. Y/n takes his hands and jumps up and down, yanking his hands with her. He sqeezes his eyes shut and fights away laughter. "Come on, T!"

"Fine!" He grabs her waist and pulls her against him, taking her other hand and locking fingers, holding it above their heads. They bounce around the room to the beat, laughing uncontrollably as they rock to the beat. 

"And hey," Y/n sings.

"Hey!" Timmy repeats.

"You."

"You!"

"Don't you think it's kinda cute that I."

"I!"

"Try."

"Try!"

"To escape the afterlife. That I."

"I!"

"Try."

"Try!"

"To get back in your arms alive. That I died in your arms."

Timothee and Y/n giggle and they lock eyes, bright hazel eyes on lowing e/c ones. "I love you, hummingbird," he mutters, kissing Y/n's sweet lips.

"Happy birthday, old man. 52 and counting."

the 52 was because on his story he posted a photo of him facing away from the camera and the bby got his hands confused (he meant to hold up a 2 and 5 but instead he held up 5 and 2

-Iggee Rose