Hey. I wanted to ask if I could get an Tim Shepard imagine? Nothing special just fluff cause I don’t see much about him and I really like your acc. Have a nice day!
i’m really sorry this took so long and i also kind of got carried away with the shepard family dynamic so i’m also sorry for that lol but i had a lot of fun writing this🥺❤️
[tim shepard] family antics
tim shepard is smart. real smart. unlike his siblings, he’s not overly confrontational, nor is he as personable as curly or angela. he’s extremely analytical, he lets everyone else do the talking while he perceives and observes. most people have a never had a true conversation with tim, but you were not one of those people. you and time have been going together for a little over a year now, and most people would consider you both to be married already.
you were sort of the calming presence in his life. leading a gang can take a toll on one’s mental state, especially while raising two kids as if they were your own. you ground him, and of course help out with the kiddos.
to angela, you were the older sister she never had. you two loved to gossip together, while tim and curly would sit around, rolling their eyes and muttering 'girls' dramatically. but as much as she loved drama, nothing anyone could say could ever change her opinion on you. you had been there for her and her brothers when everyone else had given up on them. you were their rock.
you held curly very close to your heart. you could especially feel for him because he’s a miniature tim, and you’ve mastered tim’s emotions and struggles by now. you know deep down curly has potential to be more than a member of his brother’s gang, but you never wanted to upset either of them by saying something. even though he’s fifteen, he’s the youngest of the bunch and you tend to treat him like he’s a lot younger than he is; but you know he secretly enjoys the affection.
you were awoken this morning by freezing rain pitter pattering on the thin ceiling of tim’s bedroom. you were tempted to stay in bed longer than usual, but you knew if you didn’t make breakfast everyone would just go hungry.
so now, you were frying eggs over the stove, awaiting for all of the shepard siblings to wake up. tim was fast asleep when you left the room, and you suspected that he could sleep for hours if not woken. usually, you’d wake him up by now, but today you decided to let him sleep in because he has no other responsibilities to fulfill.
small footsteps clambering into the kitchen startle you out of your daydreams, and you don’t have to turn around to know that curly is sitting behind you on a barstool. "mornin’, curls. over easy?" you smile back at him, overjoyed at his curly hair and boyish features.
"mhm," he hums, setting his forehead on the counter.
shortly after, angela exits her room with a groggy aura surrounding her. none of the shepards are morning people, as you can probably tell. "good morning, ang. scrambled?" i grin back at her. she gives me the same response that curly did, but she collapses on the couch afterward.
you serve the kids bacon, eggs and toast and they gobble it up with ease. it fills you with warmth watching them eat every last scrap, moaning and groaning like they haven’t had a decent meal in years. during their feast, the eldest shepard sibling emerges from his bedroom, immediately causing a large grin to spread over your face.
most people describe tim as cold and detached, but you associate him with warmth and happiness. he’s a completely different person at home; you might even go as far as he’s rather goofy and bubbly. "mornin’, bub," angela greets her older brother. it melts my heart knowing how much his little siblings admire and adore him.
"hey, kid." he replies, stalking into the kitchen with a certain elegance that he always seems to carry around. "smells good in here," he nods his head to you, causing your cheeks to flush a light shade of pink and a giddy smile to arise on your lips. he pulls your body into a chaste kiss, which you attempt to savour every moment of. "tastes good, too," he smirks.
you roll your eyes in a playful manor, smacking his shoulder lightly. he chuckles lowly, grabbing a plate from the cupboard above your head. he pecks the top of your head while he’s at it, then proceeding to load up his plate with the breakfast foods.
you take a long glance at him, inspecting every inch of his face that has proven to be more delicate than most people’d expect. the small scar on his lip, his green eyes that matched curly’s, and the black eye dallas winston gave him yesterday. you trace the bruise that outlines the shape of his eye, stopping him mid-action. "your eye looks better today, honey," you murmur, internally cringing at the pet name you called him. he loves being called honey, but you think it makes you sound like a mom.
he leans against the counter, wrapping an arm around you while you settled against his chest. curly pipes up, "marty’s parents are taking him to florida," he comments, earning a shrug from tim and his sister.
"good for marty," tim speaks, you chuckle.
"i wanna go to florida!" curly exclaims, making all of us laugh. it gives you some hope that he doesn’t care about the obvious reasons they can’t go to florida, but no one can deny that the idea of the shepard family going on a vacation to florida is funny.
"good luck with that, curls," you reply, escaping tim’s arms to collect the empty dishes from the kids. you place them in the sink, prepping to wash them while you wait for tim to finish.
"yeah, marty’s actually got parents to take him," angela makes a snarky remark. your heart cracks in half at the simple comment that you know had no malicious intent behind it. these kids have so much life in them, their mom and dad are missing out on the greatest gifts of all.
"watch it, kid." tim warns the teenage girl, whom rolls her eyes at her older brother. "you don’t need parents when you’ve got a tuff older brother and his hot girlfriend," tim attempts to lighten the mood by disgusting the children.
"true that," curly winks at you.
"curly, you little shit,"
you cackle at the interaction, leaning up against your boyfriend’s arm. he threads his fingers through your hair, watching his siblings finish up their toast with a sigh of contentment. "i’m outta here. thanks for breakfast, señorita," curly stands up from his seat at the island, skipping to the front door. you giggle, pressing your cheek to tim’s chest affectionately.
"me too. thanks, y/n," angela thanks you with a mouthful of toast, following in curly’s footsteps until they’re both half out the door in a matter of seconds.
"be safe, you two." you hum in acknowledgment to their thanks, the simple gesture making you feel fuzzy enough to want to make them breakfast for the rest of their life.
once the front door clicks shut, you turn to your boyfriend, grinning up at him widely.
"i think we made out alright, babe,"
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