#timothy klitz fluff

[always-andromeda]

i come to you in my lowliest form and still recovering from yesterday wondering if you can do strawberry creme for klitz🥺

– 𝐒𝐢𝐱

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐊𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: listen. when Sophia sends in a request. I am obligated to drop everything and fulfill it. because that is what we do on this account. (lmao truly, I hope this hits the spot for you, sweetheart. I love and adore you and I will always do anything I can to help you feel better <3).

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: complete and utter fluff, nothing else I can think of!

A first kiss for Klitz...is probably one of the scariest things he could ever think of. It's on the same level as failing his finals or coming to school naked. An absolute nightmare.

It's why he put it off for as long as he possibly could.

It's nothing against you, truly. It's his own insecurities shining through. Which is also why he swears to himself that he won't even try to kiss you until he's completely sure of his own abilities.

He practiced approximately one time on his own hand before experiencing such a thorough, full body convulsion of disgust. Klitz was rushing to the bathroom immediately afterwards and scrubbing his hands multiple times over, trying to get rid of the awkwardness of the whole thing.

But he couldn't help his own desperation. And he'd be so embarrassed if you ever initiated anything or even hinted at wanting him to make a move.

You're at the movies with him and he's hesitant to do the arm maneuver, not wanting you to assume that it'll progress to a full makeout session.

He's terrified of dropping you off afterwards when you give him that wide eyed look. Expectant. That's the only thing he could see in that expression.

That's when he pulled out his best defense: a nice, innocent hug. You couldn't go wrong with a hug, right? He got to feel your chest against his and got a covert little whiff of your hair and you'd be satisfied with that level of contact for now...right? Surely he'd staved off the wrath of the kissing gods for yet another day.

He attempted to cement it in place with a polite, "I had a great time tonight. Same time again next week?"

"Uh-huh, I guess," you sighed.

Success.

Klitz pulled back and swerved around quickly, hoping you wouldn't catch a glimpse of his beet red face.

Then you said softly, "Do you not like me or something?"

He swore he felt his heart drop to his feet as he turned slowly on his heel, already nervously playing with the sleeves of his jacket. "...huh?"

"If you don't actually like me, you can tell me. I would really prefer that over you just wasting my time every weekend."

Klitz blinked fast, snapping himself out of his nervous haze. "No! I don't– I mean, I do like you. A lot! I like you a lot. And I swear that I'm not wasting your–"

"Then why won't you just kiss me already?"

And that was how the bomb dropped. Of course you said it. He should've known you would. But he didn't have time to berate himself for his lack of foresight. The only explanation he could manage to give was, "I...I didn't want to be bad at it."

"So you'd rather me think that you don't even want to kiss me?"

"I just– I don't know, okay? I wanted to be good at it. You...you deserve a good first kiss."

Klitz kept his eyes averted, his nose twitching as he tried to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. You were quiet and he could only imagine how you must've been seething at him. How could I have been so stu–?

"Any kiss with you would be a good kiss, Klitzy," you replied.

He looked up at you over the tops of his glasses. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"…okay."

Finally, Klitz held his head up; burning cheeks proudly exposed so you could truly see all of the too strong feelings that he'd held inside for fear of disappointing you. Suddenly, those worries seemed so silly to him.

It seemed hilarious, actually, as he strode forward and did the most confident thing he thought he'd ever done in his entire life. He actually kissed you.

Luckily, kissing you was nothing like failing finals or coming to school naked or any other nightmare his mind constructed for him. It was just...you. And him. Kissing.

He didn't dare introduce his tongue this time around; the idea of being like one of those horny couples in the hall shoving their tongue down each other's throats made him want to curl up into a ball and wither away. He kept it simple, placing little fervent kisses on your mouth as he cupped your face.

There may not have been any frills to it, but when he felt like he needed a breather, he was delighted to find that he could hardly see you through the fog that had formed over his glasses.

And he was even more delighted to hear you laugh.

Klitz chuckled along with you and squinted at you through his lenses. "So...how was that?" he asked.

"I mean...do you want me to rate it or something?"

"Yeah, sure. That works."

As the fog started to dissipate, he caught your nose scrunching up as you thought about it. Then you answered, "I'd say a solid six."

"A six?!" Klitz exclaimed.

"Oh, well, what would you rate it?"

"I don't know. Something higher than a six," he said, trying not to let his tone sound too offended.

You giggled again and gave him one last little peck. "I promise, you'll get plenty more chances to score better than a six, Klitzy."

And that...that sounded pretty good to him.

[always-andromeda]

Generous Heart | Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Word Count | 691

Author’s Note | just a little blurb I had brewing away in my brain. yes, this is HEAVILY based on a scene in eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! I’m so sorry but I could see easily picture Klitz doing this and I needed to make it a reality for personal reasons. also, this is minimally edited so if you see any mistakes, no you do not.

Warnings | pure, tooth rotting fluff! nothing else I can think of!

With a long arm, Klitz tugs the blanket over yours and his head. The cotton quilt immediately envelopes you with warmth. The soft light of your bedroom glows through the fabric, illuminating Klitz's face directly in front of yours. Your stomach flutters nervously at the close quarters.

No matter how many times he had kissed you and seen you this way, you never thought you'd be comfortable enough; never thought you could stifle the grimace when you realized he could see every pore and every blemish of your skin.

Yet, he stares silently like he couldn't even fathom your existence. Sometimes he wonders if that time he hit his head falling off his tricycle when he was five actually knocked him into a coma. You being a figment of his subconscious would make much more sense than the idea that he'd actually landed someone as pretty as you. Then again, his subconscious would have to be pretty unoriginal to cook up some storyline where the nerd gets the pretty girl.

But none of that matters. The doubts dissolve when he hears your steady breathing, watches your chest rise and fall gently. Even under the cover of the blanket, he can make out the freckles along your skin, the contours of the bones beneath them, and the gentle flush that leaves you looking like an angel.

"Tell me something you've never told anyone before." he says, almost breathless. You giggle and he cracks a little smile.

You reply, "I tell you everything, Klitzy."

"You do tell me a lot." He's quiet for a moment, licking his lips and contemplating one whether he should continue. "But not everything. I bet you have a lot of thoughts swirling around in that head of yours that I never get to hear about."

Your playful expression fades. He's not wrong. And it’s not like it’s his fault necessarily. You just didn’t feel it was important to tell most people what you were thinking. But telling your wonderful Klitzy one of your deepest insecurities? It starts to sound more manageable hidden under the cover of the large blanket. The universe, at this time, is composed of you, him, and your secrets, all shrouded in a cozy, cotton layer.

You speak again, "When I was little, I used to have this doll. I’d call her Y/N. And any time I felt bad about myself, I’d tell her how I felt. I’d say she was stupid and ugly and gross and weird…anything I felt. I’d tell her that she needed to be pretty.” You choked back the growing lump in your throat. “Why couldn’t she just be pretty?”

Sensing the impending wave of sadness, Klitz pulled you towards his chest and already felt your tears starting to soak the plaid button up he wears.

“Why can’t I just be pretty, Klitzy?” Your voice sounds far away, muffled against his shirt.

“But you are pretty.” He murmurs.

You peek up at him, sniffling, “Yeah?”

Catching a glimpse of your doe eyes studying him hopefully, the tears streaming over the hills of your cheek shining, your nose running ever so slightly…he’s in love with every detail.

“So pretty…” he whispers.

Klitz goes positively wild, laying messy, wet kisses over every spot of warm skin that he can get to. He can’t stop, practically on top of you with his chest pressed against yours, keeping you wrapped up in his generous display of affection.

You can barely hear his voice until his lips swiftly brush underneath the shadowed skin below your ear.

“Pretty…so pretty…” Over and over, he repeats the tender chant between every peck he dots along your skin.

A shiver dances across your lower back at the small, breathless words. Your tears are fresh now, but you’ve shed them for an entirely new reason.

Klitz swears that you’ve lit up once again, even brighter than before as each heartwarming sob wrecks your lungs. He might as well be drunk on the salty taste of your skin and the sugary vanilla of your body spray. In that moment, feeling you giggle and shudder beneath him, he's the luckiest guy alive.

[always-andromeda]

Love Me On My Bad Days | Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,364

Author’s Note | just gonna say rn this one is heavily dedicated to soph (@lost-in-sokovia) because I know how much she loves klitzy and I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while. and bc I know she’s having a hard time rn and I wanna use my writing powers for good lol. to soph: I love ya so much and I hope you like this little surprise! send some love her way! and check up on your friends!!! please be kind to yourselves, friends. love y'all!!

Warnings | descriptions of depression, but overall a big fluffy comfort blurb!

The second he got to school, Timothy Klitz felt your absence. With that, the whole day seemed oddly empty without you by his side. Even though he still convinces himself that he’s just a friend to you, he hopes one day he'll mean more to you. For now, Eli and Matt tease him when he even dares to acknowledge you not being there.

“Have you guys seen Y/N at all today?” he asks nonchalantly during lunch.

Eli picks at his turkey sandwich in front of him and taunts, "Why? Were you finally gonna man up and kiss her?"

"No, where did you get that idea?" Klitz squints incredulously at him and glances at Matt for backup.

Of course Matt has to be a backstabber. "I don't know, man, maybe it's how you talk about her literally all of the time."

Klitz's voice got high pitched, immediately defensive, "I don't talk about her all the time!" Even he, himself, didn't believe that answer. Yeah, he talks about you...a lot. 

Eli and Matt roll their eyes every time Klitz interjects a conversation with something like, “Oh, Y/N likes that song too!” or “Y/N told me she did that once.” It might be cute if he didn’t clam up so pathetically when you’re actually around. He can try his best to be normal, but his leg still shakes when you sit next to him and he’s not nearly as cool and collected as he’d like to be.

Klitz, being the gentleman (and nerd) he is, goes around to all of your teachers as soon as the final bell rings, asking each of them if he could take whatever homework you missed over to you. They all agreed and each gave him pages upon pages of new work that he knew you'd inevitably be swamped by.

But that's okay; it would give him more of an excuse to come over later on in the week so he could help you with whatever you were struggling on. He was a ball of sparking nerves as he drove to your house after school.

There was a familiarity in isolation. You were comfortably numb, nestled into the corner of the living room couch and watching reruns of some old sitcom. The continuous stream of stale content had you staring, eyes glazed over and barely paying attention. You almost didn't notice when the doorbell rang; it almost blended into the sounds coming from the TV. You didn't get up and check it until it rang a second time about a minute later, draping your blanket around your shoulders.

Who else would be at your door besides your sweetest friend, Timothy Klitz? Tucked into the curve of his elbow and pressed against the chest of his striped button up was a stack of papers about an inch thick.

"I brought your homework." He holds the papers out awkwardly before cracking a toothy grin.

"Oh, thanks, Klitzy. You really didn't have to do that though." You return the smile through pursed lips. You were usually happy to see him, but in that moment, being around people was a bit overwhelming.

Klitz can't help but ramble. It got especially bad when you called him by that silly little nickname. "It's totally fine, I was driving through your neighborhood anyway…sooo..." You sniff then and that's when he notices the missing telltale crinkles by your eyes and the bags underneath them. "Are you sick or something?"

"Or something. I'm just...having a bad day." you say, though you know well enough that it's more than just a bad day. You sigh and fold your arms over your chest. You weren't exactly dressed to be seeing people in the same pajamas you woke up in: some plaid bottoms and a thin, threadbare t-shirt that swallowed your figure.

Klitz tilts his head before asking, "I could keep you company. If that's okay with you!" he tacks on quickly, trying not to sound too eager.

For some reason, you can't say no to him. Not when he's this sweet and you're feeling this alone. Besides, you know by now that just avoiding your friends will only make it easier for your brain to tell you that they all hate you.

"Sure, that sounds okay." you agree gently and move aside, allowing Klitz to enter. Closing the door behind him, you realize that you've never let anyone in when things got bad. You're quite used to taking care of it yourself and reemerging from the dark after working through it. But already, Klitz was acting as your flashlight, making you want to giggle even though he wasn't trying to be funny in the slightest.

His tall, gangly frame stood awkwardly in your living room as he tried to figure out what to do with himself. Should he take his shoes off? Should he sit with you and watch TV? Should he try asking if you're sick again? The energy of the room is off, he can tell. But he has no clue how to approach you. Luckily, you do it for him.

"It was really nice of you to bring my stuff over." you say before returning to your spot on the couch.

"It's really no big deal. I'd do anything for you." Klitz froze, instantly realizing how intense that last part sounded.

"Anything?" this time you genuinely smile. It's small but it's the warmest you've felt all day.

Klitz breathes once before confirming, "Yeah...anything." You pat the space next to you on the couch and like a golden retriever, Klitz is by your side.

After a few more seconds of waiting for you to say something, he can't help but pry, "Why did you stay home today?"

You stare at the ceiling for a beat, contemplating how to tell him, "Do you ever just wake up sometimes and everything feels...wrong? Like you could literally be having the best day ever but your head just...isn't in it?"

Klitz wasn't sure if he'd ever felt that way. He shakes his head back and forth, his shaggy hair brushing against his shoulders slightly.

You continue explaining, "Well, that happens to me a lot. Usually I just deal with it and move on but today was different. Maybe I'm just tired I guess." You had slept in way too long that morning, though your body was nowhere near exhausted. Before leaving for work, your mother said she'd called the school and told them you were sick. You were grateful that your parents were so understanding about your mental health. But with them working so much, it was hard getting physical support.

Though Klitz isn't quite sure he understands, he knows he wants to be there. He doesn't expect you to be bubbly at all times but it breaks his heart seeing someone he loves so burnt out. That faded look on your face makes him want to do everything in his power to get you feeling comfortable.

"If you want, I could just sit here with you. We don't have to talk or anything."

"That sounds really good." you say softly, already feeling tears prick at your lash line. You don't really think about it before sliding closer into Klitz's side and resting your cheek against his shoulder. You take the blanket from your own shoulders and drape it over both of your laps. Folding your legs up next to you on the couch and leaning into his touch, you feel like you could fall asleep all over again with the cozy heat of his body. Instead you focus your attention on the canned laughter and humorous dialogue of your TV show and the tranquility that has fallen over you and him.

Though your actions make him tense up slightly, he knows now isn't the moment to be getting butterflies. Instead, his heart swells up with a sense of pride knowing that you trust him enough to let him in even a little bit. He puts his arm around you and hopes that it communicates all that you need to know; that he'll be there to help you get through any and all of your bad days.