Author's Note: This imagine is going to be simply short, but cute! Do not blame me for writing short imagines, howsoever, I've scarcely noticed anybody doing this especially with underrated characters like Tim and so forth! I hope you like and enjoy this imagine!

It's a special dedication to: Celeste-Moore, sociopathsis, k_aldxnx, southernauthor and Yararebird! Sending you ginormous love y'all! 

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Sometimes the days' relentlessly didn't correspond divinely smooth to the plainness or the genuine notion of a mere day, advancing in its time. Either they were meaningfully changeable or on the contrary lethally indescribable whether for better or worse.

As you caught cold in the past few days, the stimulating motivation of having any wish to manage to do housework despondently plummeted down. The true sensation of physical agony even apparent mental obfuscation of your current condition ruthlessly aroused an icily monstrous worry in the former aspiring Monsignor and his iron-willed efforts to halt the symptoms of the sickness.

It's been awhile since Timothy not only indisputably guiltlessly resigned from the church to spend the rest of his days with you and no longer gambling his once solemnly took vows to utterly dedicate his still youthful, refreshingly abysmal life full of divine opportunities and chances to discover undiscovered, mystic worlds and aspects for his very being, but also sensing the monstrously headstrong sentiment of pangs of conscience of dedicating his life for a several years to the foully sacred cloth where the restricts for utterly enjoying his life and galore of profusely luxurious opportunities and fulfilling his own celestial dreams objected the actual luxury of the life.

You were beyond gleeful when he not only got you out of the dilapidating, old nefarious madhouse where you didn't even belong, moreover when he made his final decision to join the general population' carte blanche to meaningfully, lovely dedicate your freedom to the adventurous dynamic roller coaster of eagerly anticipated events, regardless how memorable they might be interpreted even uniquely logical embroider your hurricane of thoughts as well.

Even though you didn't share exactly close relationship with one another, it didn't prevent the ability to have platonically intimate, kindhearted interactions regularly and finding yourselves enamoured with one another unceasingly.

The we hours of midnight just bled into the twilight's lull and the promisingly silver-tongued, peaceful songs of the crickets apting to choir past the two-story mansion. Oddly, the kindhearted notorious squeak of the former aspiring Monsignor's door oak wood kind reminder to keep your wits about the recent visitor in the sufficiently expansive room.

In the interval, the large-framed gentleman's one of his mammoth, masculinely veiny hands fingers steadily toyed apt to brace the marbled material of the mug of freshly boiled green tea blended with mellifluous natural honey faintly pigmenting the healthy green liquid, whereas his naturally baby-pinkish, cherub lips manifested to drone lowly a mellifluously distracting tune and his masculinely cautious footsteps gingerly whispering against the carpeted flooring with shutting the door behind him with his solely free hand. The scrumptiously delightful, majestic fragrance of green tea and honey deftly permeated past your tiny, flexible nostrils as you came to your senses and fashioning into balled fasts your petite, creamy hands to rub your groggy E/C optics promptly.

"Mmm! It smells astonishingly delightful the tea!" Shortly after your groggy optics perpetually certainly cleansed instantly and you managed to squint up at the tall figure that approached you and gentlemanly left the mug of healthy liquid on the right nightstand, consequently you manipulated your loins and rear to readjust its posture and reclining onto the cherry wood king-sized bed board gingerly to support your spine. A divinely sympathetic, small smile candidly embellished your fresh complexion at the celestially beatific prospect of the patchy hollow's loneliness obscurity and replacing the loneliness with the very presence of the only person that you could solely trust even spend hours of listening to his honeyed, melodious voice composing its ballad of angelic hymns.

"Once you taste its real taste, you will feel much better, Y/N!" Perching his rear on the edge of the king-sized bed, thereafter he maneuvred his colossal, smoothly alabaster hand to reach for your lion mane of stray strands curtaining your full profile as he tucked a fistful of unruly strong-willed, mirthfully mischievous strands behind your vulnerable ear. The ghostingly comforting touch of the British aristocrat morbidly heated the pit of your stomach and reassuringly spiking with electrifying goosebumps your epidermis, ethereally fiercely bristling beneath your pyjamas.

"Hopefully I do, Timothy!" The haphazardness of the reassuringly optimistic, benevolent smile delicately, extraordinarily splitting into the British aristocrat's mouth vibrantly scintillating, hospitably glinting past your vision in no time.

"Here!" At the moment, the older gentleman vehemently snatched the cup and maneuvered to hand to you immediately as you delightfully accepted and crooking your spidery weathered fingers around the porcelain material. "It is despicable to see you struggling." When you ushered the rim of the mug to delicately, friendly daub against your mouth, subsequently you parted your cherub lips into a soft O and swigging a handful of tiny, insatiably welcoming sips of the green liquid and hydrating your organs. "No matter the circumstances, you can always count on me for anything, Y/N!" The suddenness of the docilely modest bob of your head reaffirmed your façade's position emphatically as you featherly-soft toyed with the mug in your grip and scarcely averting your gaze from Timothy.

The velvety undertones puncturing his actual intentions barely ceased to unamuse you. Furthermore, you really appreciated with every ounce of your flimsy heart his aid and his landed helping hand to you in each situation where you struggled.

Asking for help wasn't a sign of weakness. It's pure treasure especially if somebody is next to you and you could reckon their intentions to correspond to the incarnation of efficiency.

Author's final note: I would like to thank you for taking your time not only to read and vote, but also leave a feedback, regardless how sloppy this short imagine was. Merry Christmas everybody! Sending you ginormous love! ❤️❤️❤️🎄