Midnight walks with Timothee? like the reader woke up in the middle of the night and decided to go for a walk because theyre just odd like that, they bring the dog and Timothee ends up waking up right as theyre leaving and is all like ”Thats not safe, youre so weird, I’ll go with you and be your protector.” so they wait for him and they leave together and its like so romantic with a full moon and the stars twinkling and stufffff
I love this idea!!
Sky Full of Stars
Warnings: fluffy fluff
Timothee woke up to the sound you zipping your coat up, you should have known you wouldn’t be able to sneak out of his arms without him noticing.
“Mmm, where are you going?” He asked rubbing his eyes.
“Just on a walk.”
“Can’t sleep?” He peeled himself off of the mattress and slid on a pair of sweat pants. He shoved his head into an old cotton hoodie and pushed his feet into an tattered pair of converse.
“No, but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t. Go back to bed, baby.”
“If you think I’m letting you walk around New York City alone at 2am, you’ve lost your mind.” He pulled his hood over his head and his hair poked out and curled perfectly in different directions over the soft fabric. You smiled at the sight of him: half asleep and dressed comfortably. He’d probably be cold since he wasn’t wearing any clothes under his jacket or sweats.
“I’m bringing Bella,” you said holding up her leash.
“You’re bringing me too,” he said as he put a hand on the door knob and kissed your lips.
You shoved his shoulder playfully as you took a step outside. You didn’t mind him coming, in fact, you were happy he was. It had been awhile since you and Timothee enjoyed a late night walk.
The night air was cold on your face and you let out an audible shiver as the brisk evening wind blew into you. Timothee stepped close to you and pulled your hands into the long front pocket of his hoodie. Hands were so warm and his fingers laced with yours inside the pocket. Bella trotted ahead of you as you walked down the usually bustling road.
“It’s a full moon,” Timothee said as he looked up. The light from the moon and the stars shone on him and you could make out the faint freckles that peppered his face. You could kiss every single one of them and you knew he’d let you. He caught you looking at him and smiled, “the moonlight illuminates you beautifully.”
“I was thinking the same thing about you,” you told him.
You walked another block in comfortable silence before he said, “we had our first kiss under a full moon, do you remember?”
Timothee was great and remembering little details about special days. He took mental notes of everything and each time he brought them up you fell in love with him a little more.
You smiled and shook your head, half in disbelief and half in awe of how much of a magical person he was. You stopped while Bella sniffed the grass. He took advantage of the momentary pause, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling him into you. “I love you more and more each day in every way there is to love you.” His eyes were still sleepy and you knew he’d be back asleep the moment his head hit the pillow when you got back home, but he meant his words.
“And I love you more than there are stars in the sky.”
“Y-yeah, don’t even worry about it. Who needs air?. Just… keep going” I say as they continue to tighten the corset. I grip my waist, sucking up as much air as I can.
All of a sudden, I hear a familiar voice tsk. The women helping me with my dress backs up, causing the piece of clothing to loosen.
“Did she put you up to this?”, he asked the woman. She nodded.
“Traitor!”
He laughs at my quip and comes up to kiss my cheek. “You look beautiful”
Timothée looks me up and down, examining the dress and taking my hand to twirl me. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” I giggle.
The curly haired boy gasped, “Half bad? Come on! Give me a little more credit!”
“Ah fine! You look gorgeous!” I praise, getting my body close to his to pull him in for a needed kiss.
“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not done yet! Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh, lover boy?” my make-up artist comes to pull us apart and retouching my lipstick.
“How could I?” he stared at me with a love sick stare that I didn’t quite notice at the time.
Timothée hears a quick snap!from the camera. He whips his head around to see one of the photographers catch the perfect moment.
“Whoops” the guy shrugged.
“You people are sickening!” my assistant screamed from the other side of the room.
Timothée answers back, “Jealous much, Meg?”
“Ha. ha.” she teased. “I happen to enjoy being all alone, thank you very much”
I playfully roll my eyes at her antics. “Yeah, sureee”
“Aaalright, Y/N you’re set!” She pats my cheek as I look at her with grateful eyes.
Timothée’s arms wrap around my front once again as soon as she let go. His head resting on my shoulder, kissing my neck
“I just hope lover boy here doesn’t ruin your make-up”
“No promises” he giggles as he playfully placed wet kisses on the side of my head.
“I swear, you will never hear the end from me if you do” she warns him.
“Now, get on out there. Tons of people are expecting you”
_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
Ah, the calm before the storm.
Well, as calm as it can get. Which was not very.
They stood in the line before getting their pictures taken. Celebrities in extravagant clothing surrounded them. Some familiar faces present that Y/N took note to say hello to later on.
Y/N smoothed over her dress and brought her hand up to fix her hair again. Timothée noticing this, he interrupted her movement and took her hand. He squeezed it three times before kissing it.
I love you.
She took her hand back and grabbed her phone from a discreet pocket on the dress.
She scrolled aimlessly through social media, trying to get feeling of impending doom of my mind.
Her eye catches a random headline from an entertainment news update account. It read:
‘Timothée Chalamet and Kylie Jenner hard launching their relationship at tonight’s Met Gala? Y/N Y/L/N left in the dust?’
She lets out an obnoxious scoff. Timmy hearing it, he looks at her screen, reading the obviously made-up headline.
“God, they’re still on that?”
He notices his partner’s silence. “Come on. You’re not really bothered by this, are you?”
She opened her mouth to say something. No words came out. She merely shrugged.
He gripped her shoulders and pulled her in for a bear hug. Timothée rested his head on hers as she got close to his chest, hearing the comforting beat of his heart that never failed to comfort her.
The couple stayed like that. “Trust me, mon coeur. I wouldn’t have this any other way. I’m perfect where I am and who I’m with”
“Shit, I actually might cry. I never know what to say when you say this sappy shit”, Y/N chuckles as she puts her hand up to mess with his styled hair.
Feeling her hand creeping his back, Timmy pulls away and bows. “I aim to please you. It’s my sole purpose in life”
A smile instantly appeared on her face and butterflies in her stomach. Nothing had definitely changed from when they first started going out. Same sparks, same chemistry, same tension. Whatever you wanna call it. It was there. They had it.
She tugged on his hand, pulling him in for one more kiss. Y/N looked at him, looking over the features she admired so much that she practically memorized them. Her gaze lands on his lips.
Some of her lipstick and gloss had transferred to his lips. She quickly tried to get the makeup off. “Shit, wait hold on. You have some-“
He smacks her hand away. “No, no. Keep it.” He rubbed his lips together getting the substance to cover all ground.
“Y/N Y/L/N and Timothée Chalamet? They’re ready for you.”
_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
“Right now, I’m here with everyone’s favourite couple, Timothée Chalamet and Y/N Y/L/N” Emma, the interviewer, spoke with enthusiasm.
We’d just finished the carpet and were almost home free. Camera flashes blinded my vision as I tried not to close my eyes throughout the whole thing. Screams of my name were heard throughout the venue. Meddlesome questions and controlling demands to pose a certain way were yelled. To which, I didn’t respond to. Why should I? I maintained my balance by holding onto Timothée. You’d think after a few years, you’d get used to the bordering aggressive personalities you have to deal with every single day.
It turns out not really.
“How does it feel to be back? I mean, you guys have gone before, but how does it feel to be here as the quote-unquote, it couple?”
Me and Timmy both give awkward chuckles as we heard the last two words.
“Uh- I really don’t know about that last part, but it just feels great to share such a meaningful moment with him. I’ve personally dreamed of attending since I first saw it as a kid and to be invited for the second time… It’s just… yea”, I answer, not being able to expound on the statement.
Emma hums and gains back the mic.
“So, rumors have been swirling about the internet that actually said othewise. Do you have anything to say about that?” She points the microphone at Timothée this time, definitely hinting at the Kylie rumors.
He seems taken aback by the question, not knowing what to say and the only thing I’m able to do was squeeze his hand. Three times.
I love you.
Emma realizes this with a regretful look on her face. She leans toward both of us as she moves the mic away.
“It’s totally fine if you guys aren’t comfortable. We could just mov-“
He takes the mic, she gives him a grateful small smile.
“No, I uh, me and Y/N have actually seen a handful of tweets about this and I just wanna set the record straight and say we are very much still together”, he nods as he hands the microphone back to her.
“I think I’m right by saying that this has definitely relieved viewrs at home and me.” We laugh genuinely at her quip.
I imagine people on Twitter have stopped adding fuel to the fire after what he said and can have a better goodnight’s sleep later in the evening.
“And that’s our time. I’ll see you lovebirds inside! Have a great time together!”
We both shook her hand and left with an indebted expression for keeping it mellow (for the most part) after such a nerve-wracking red carpet.
“Very professional with that answer, Chalamet”, I hook my arms with his and leaned on his shoulder.
“Of course, ‘gotta remind everyone you’re still my girl”, he says with a smug smirk.
I laugh, “Your girl? I suppose that means you’re my boy?”
He playfully rolls his eyes. “Come on! As if you didn’t know that from the beginning”
“Ohhh, I know. I just wanted to hear it from your mouth!”
“Y-yeah, don’t even worry about it. Who needs air?. Just… keep going” I say as they continue to tighten the corset. I grip my waist, sucking up as much air as I can.
All of a sudden, I hear a familiar voice tsk. The women helping me with my dress backs up, causing the piece of clothing to loosen.
“Did she put you up to this?”, he asked the woman. She nodded.
“Traitor!”
He laughs at my quip and comes up to kiss my cheek. “You look beautiful”
Timothée looks me up and down, examining the dress and taking my hand to twirl me. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” I giggle.
The curly haired boy gasped, “Half bad? Come on! Give me a little more credit!”
“Ah fine! You look gorgeous!” I praise, getting my body close to his to pull him in for a needed kiss.
“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not done yet! Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh, lover boy?” my make-up artist comes to pull us apart and retouching my lipstick.
“How could I?” he stared at me with a love sick stare that I didn’t quite notice at the time.
Timothée hears a quick snap!from the camera. He whips his head around to see one of the photographers catch the perfect moment.
“Whoops” the guy shrugged.
“You people are sickening!” my assistant screamed from the other side of the room.
Timothée answers back, “Jealous much, Meg?”
“Ha. ha.” she teased. “I happen to enjoy being all alone, thank you very much”
I playfully roll my eyes at her antics. “Yeah, sureee”
“Aaalright, Y/N you’re set!” She pats my cheek as I look at her with grateful eyes.
Timothée’s arms wrap around my front once again as soon as she let go. His head resting on my shoulder, kissing my neck
“I just hope lover boy here doesn’t ruin your make-up”
“No promises” he giggles as he playfully placed wet kisses on the side of my head.
“I swear, you will never hear the end from me if you do” she warns him.
“Now, get on out there. Tons of people are expecting you”
_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
Ah, the calm before the storm.
Well, as calm as it can get. Which was not very.
They stood in the line before getting their pictures taken. Celebrities in extravagant clothing surrounded them. Some familiar faces present that Y/N took note to say hello to later on.
Y/N smoothed over her dress and brought her hand up to fix her hair again. Timothée noticing this, he interrupted her movement and took her hand. He squeezed it three times before kissing it.
I love you.
She took her hand back and grabbed her phone from a discreet pocket on the dress.
She scrolled aimlessly through social media, trying to get feeling of impending doom of my mind.
Her eye catches a random headline from an entertainment news update account. It read:
‘Timothée Chalamet and Kylie Jenner hard launching their relationship at tonight’s Met Gala? Y/N Y/L/N left in the dust?’
She lets out an obnoxious scoff. Timmy hearing it, he looks at her screen, reading the obviously made-up headline.
“God, they’re still on that?”
He notices his partner’s silence. “Come on. You’re not really bothered by this, are you?”
She opened her mouth to say something. No words came out. She merely shrugged.
He gripped her shoulders and pulled her in for a bear hug. Timothée rested his head on hers as she got close to his chest, hearing the comforting beat of his heart that never failed to comfort her.
The couple stayed like that. “Trust me, mon coeur. I wouldn’t have this any other way. I’m perfect where I am and who I’m with”
“Shit, I actually might cry. I never know what to say when you say this sappy shit”, Y/N chuckles as she puts her hand up to mess with his styled hair.
Feeling her hand creeping his back, Timmy pulls away and bows. “I aim to please you. It’s my sole purpose in life”
A smile instantly appeared on her face and butterflies in her stomach. Nothing had definitely changed from when they first started going out. Same sparks, same chemistry, same tension. Whatever you wanna call it. It was there. They had it.
She tugged on his hand, pulling him in for one more kiss. Y/N looked at him, looking over the features she admired so much that she practically memorized them. Her gaze lands on his lips.
Some of her lipstick and gloss had transferred to his lips. She quickly tried to get the makeup off. “Shit, wait hold on. You have some-“
He smacks her hand away. “No, no. Keep it.” He rubbed his lips together getting the substance to cover all ground.
“Y/N Y/L/N and Timothée Chalamet? They’re ready for you.”
_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
“Right now, I’m here with everyone’s favourite couple, Timothée Chalamet and Y/N Y/L/N” Emma, the interviewer, spoke with enthusiasm.
We’d just finished the carpet and were almost home free. Camera flashes blinded my vision as I tried not to close my eyes throughout the whole thing. Screams of my name were heard throughout the venue. Meddlesome questions and controlling demands to pose a certain way were yelled. To which, I didn’t respond to. Why should I? I maintained my balance by holding onto Timothée. You’d think after a few years, you’d get used to the bordering aggressive personalities you have to deal with every single day.
It turns out not really.
“How does it feel to be back? I mean, you guys have gone before, but how does it feel to be here as the quote-unquote, it couple?”
Me and Timmy both give awkward chuckles as we heard the last two words.
“Uh- I really don’t know about that last part, but it just feels great to share such a meaningful moment with him. I’ve personally dreamed of attending since I first saw it as a kid and to be invited for the second time… It’s just… yea”, I answer, not being able to expound on the statement.
Emma hums and gains back the mic.
“So, rumors have been swirling about the internet that actually said othewise. Do you have anything to say about that?” She points the microphone at Timothée this time, definitely hinting at the Kylie rumors.
He seems taken aback by the question, not knowing what to say and the only thing I’m able to do was squeeze his hand. Three times.
I love you.
Emma realizes this with a regretful look on her face. She leans toward both of us as she moves the mic away.
“It’s totally fine if you guys aren’t comfortable. We could just mov-“
He takes the mic, she gives him a grateful small smile.
“No, I uh, me and Y/N have actually seen a handful of tweets about this and I just wanna set the record straight and say we are very much still together”, he nods as he hands the microphone back to her.
“I think I’m right by saying that this has definitely relieved viewrs at home and me.” We laugh genuinely at her quip.
I imagine people on Twitter have stopped adding fuel to the fire after what he said and can have a better goodnight’s sleep later in the evening.
“And that’s our time. I’ll see you lovebirds inside! Have a great time together!”
We both shook her hand and left with an indebted expression for keeping it mellow (for the most part) after such a nerve-wracking red carpet.
“Very professional with that answer, Chalamet”, I hook my arms with his and leaned on his shoulder.
“Of course, ‘gotta remind everyone you’re still my girl”, he says with a smug smirk.
I laugh, “Your girl? I suppose that means you’re my boy?”
He playfully rolls his eyes. “Come on! As if you didn’t know that from the beginning”
“Ohhh, I know. I just wanted to hear it from your mouth!”
༘♡ the rest of the world was black and white. but we were in screaming colours
in which you and timothée are taking photos in a photo booth and you tell him that you love him for the first time right before the picture was taken
The secret was out. You and Timothée were officially dating according to all the Internet's gossip blogs. Apparently, someone had spotted you in New York at a cinema and decided to capture the moment.
It was your birthday and Timothée knew how much you loved going to the theater, so, after extensive research, he found a place where there was a six-hour tribute to your favorite director. He didn't really like the director, never understood them, and most definitely had no desire to sit for six hours in the uncomfortable cinema seat. However, he was going to endure, because he bought tickets for a different cause, to watch a six-hour tribute of you staring at the screen.
But it was the damn moment he decided to pull you closer and press a kiss to the side of your mouth - he really couldn't help it - when he heard the clicking sound of a phone camera coming from the back. He turned around, annoyance painted on his face as he noticed two girls in the back seats lowering their phones and whispering something to each other.
The same night, the whole Internet knew.
At first, you were both freaked out, drowned by the mess that was prevailing online and the fans that were going feral. Not that it really mattered what people thought about your relationship or the assumptions they were making about how serious it was or how long it was going to last, but you were relieved watching that most of the responses you got were positive.
So, instead of hiding it for fear of getting caught, you decided to embrace it and do all the things you wanted to do like a normal couple. Besides, you weren't criminals, you were young and in love.
At least you were in love, very much in fact, that you were desperately trying to find a proper way to express your feelings for days. You weren't really looking for a response. You just wanted to let him know that you loved him, that you cared for him so much to the point of love.
"You've been awfully quiet for quite a while now," Timothée said as you walked down crowded streets hand in hand, fingers tightly intertwined together, touching the other's soft skin.
Your 35mm had run out of film so you were on your way to the nearest camera shop, which wasn't very close to Tim's house but it didn't matter because you loved taking long walks; the autumn air fanning on your face, pulling back your hair, and the small chills running down your spine. Also, New York was really pretty in autumn (if you removed the smell of urine and shit); fewer crowds, red trees, leaves filling the streets.
"Me?", you looked up at him with a hint of amusement in your gaze at his observation and the tiniest smile.
"Yeah, what's wrong?", he chuckled eyes fixed on you, biting his lips. You didn't respond for a moment turning your stare to the ground. Timothée gulped, still staring at you eager to find out what was disturbing your mind the last days.
"Nothing's wrong," you mumbled.
The thing about Timothée was that he always believed you were way out of his league and he got way too lucky to find you, a friend and a partner all at once. Being with you was so comfortable and familiar, as if he knew you his whole life. Everything felt so natural when you were together. You were the perfect balance, you were the Yin to his Yang, one completing the other.
And the truth was that your relationship wasn't just about balance, comfort, and ease, it was also about love - mostly about love.
Timothée had never told you how much he loved you, though he was sure that it was going to slip out of his mouth at some point, but for the moment he was just too scared of losing you, that his tongue was tangled in knots only at the thought.
"You think I don't know when my baby is being troubled?" Your lips lightly pouted at the sound of him calling you 'baby' and you tied your arms higher on his bicep leaning closer to press a kiss on his shoulder. "Come on, did I do something? Was I acting like a dick?", he smiled.
"You weren't acting like a dick," you laughed a little getting closer to his warm body. "Quite the opposite, actually."
"Oh," he furrowed his brows getting the fallen pieces of hair out of your face. "Alright then." Noticing his expression you leaned your head to the side.
"Really," you added, "nothing's wrong." He just pressed his lips together, burying his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.
"If you say so, I believe you," he forced a smile, as sweet as possible to hide his concern. Even though Timothée was an actor, one of the best, in reality, he wasn't really good with lies. You could hear it in his voice that he was pretending but decided to ignore it, at least for the moment, and bring it up when you got back home.
"We're here," you pointed with your head at the camera store.
"They have a photo booth," Tim noticed as you both walked inside. "Fun fact, I've never taken photos in one of those."
"Really?", you widened your eyes in surprise.
"Yeah," he chuckled at your expression.
"Then, we should definitely get some pictures," you said with a smile. He kissed your head once, the intoxicating smell of your honey, cinnamon shampoo filling his nostrils.
You both greeted the employee as you moved further inside looking for roll films. Timmy wandered around the place with his hoodie on, while you crouched in front of some stands searching for the very basic Kodak Portra 400.
You were skilled (and by skilled I mean you've been in that store countless times,) so it didn't take long for you to find it. Quickly you paid for your rolls and you dragged Timothée to the photo booth.
"You are so cute," you said making him chuckle as you lowered his hoodie and ruffled his curls a little. He watched you fixing his hair, but the thoughts he was having were overwhelming so he breathed out before speaking again.
"Sorry, I have to ask again but-", he held your hands close to his chest, gaze slowly falling down, "I just feel like the last couple of days something's going on."
"Timothée," you said in a serious tone, as his grip relaxed and your hands slithered to the back of his neck. "Everything is fine between us. More than fine."
"You're sure?", his eyes widened holding your wrists. You nodded.
"One thousand percent sure. Now, let's get our pics!"
You put in some coins, closing the red curtain behind you. Tim pulled you into his lap and you grinned goofily hearing the clicking of the camera.
Maybe it was just his cute expressions, his smell, the way he was holding you so tightly and reassuringly telling you 'I'm here, I'll always be here,' or that you didn't want him to think something was off in your relationship, that just couldn't restrain you from telling him. All these days, you were trying so hard to find the perfect, the most romantic moment to let him know, but you couldn't wait any longer. You wanted him to know.
You looked at him deeply making him return the stare.
"Okay, you want to know what's going on?" With these words, Tim's brows lightly furrowed but quickly bobbed his head. "I love you." You pressed your mouth shut in an attempt to hide a growing grin as you looked at Timothée's surprised face which quickly heated up flaming red, lips separated and eyebrows slightly raised. You couldn't help but laugh forgetting about the clicking sound in the back.
"You love me," Tim repeated slowly before you touched his mouth with your lips and he was too shocked and frozen to reply to your sweet kiss.
"Look at you!", you pointed at him as you got the four pictures in your hands. Timothée was still jaw-dropped. He truly believed for a few moments that you were going to break up with him. He didn't give any attention to the photos instead kept staring at your cheerful face. "Your face! You are so-"
"I love you too," Tim finally spoke. Your expression softened raising your stare and slowly smiling at him. "Very much." He nodded eagerly.
"Okay," you bit your lower lip watching the huge grin on his face and the way he clenched his jaw. The moment your eyes met he couldn't help but look away. Timothée approached you to see the pics, hands wrapped around your waist, head on your shoulder as he pressed a kiss on your neck leaving a 'mwah' sound that only made you giggle.
The sunlight peeking through the blinds shone. Two bodies on the bed laid, intertwined. Timothée laid with his stomach against the soft mattress. His arm wrapped around Y/N’s waist.
She opened her eyes, waking from her slumber and gazing at the sight she’d grown familiar to and loved. Y/N admired his slightly parted lips and his unruly curls covering the top half of his face. She pushed them upwards only for them to slowly come back down. Y/N giggled at this and tucked it behind his ears.
“Hm? What is it?” he asked with a raspy morning voice that gave her so much butterflies.
It had been a few months since they started going out and he never failed to make her feel all giddy and giggly like a school girl.
“Nothing, don’t worry. Good morning”, she grinned resting her forhead against his. Timothée chuckled at this and pecked her nose.
They laid like that for several minutes, bathing in each other’s presence. Whispers of sweet nothing and light grazes on each other’s bodies are exchanged. The couple cherished moments like these before the day ultimately pulls them apart like it always does.
Only this time it was different. Timothée was leaving for LA again to promote a new project. It would still be a few weeks before they got to do this again.
Y/N continued to long for a time when she could spend time with her boyfriend without getting interrupted by press junkets, reshoots and award shows. They both did, but most of her job kept her tied down here. In New York. All the way across the country from LA.
Until now.
She’d recently resigned to pursue a more free lance job.
She groaned as she pushed herself up to sit up against the headboard. “Oh God, I can’t believe you’re leaving again”.
Timothée sighed as he looked up at her admiring her features. “I know, but it’ll be shorter than the other trips, I promise”
Y/N raises her eyebrow at this.
He sits up, putting his hands up in defeat, “Honest to God! I just have around 15 interviews scheduled. I’ll be done with in 3 days. I have a talk show to do and a fitting for the-“
Timothée continued to talk, but Y/N also commented. “-Hey, don’t worry. Take your-“
“And I have a bunch of open houses to go to”
Her heart drops at the sudden statement.
The room silences. “Open house, huh? When’d you start looking?”
He scratches the back of his neck, “Around 3 months ago?”
She inaudibly scoffed.
The audacity this man had. They’d been dating for months and not a single word of this came out of his mouth. Was he just gonna lead her on? Make her make a drastic decision about their relationship on the brink of him moving to the other side of the country? Y/N didn’t even know anymore.
But of course, she had no right to influence his choice in this. He’d been working toward where he was for years now. And he had nowhere to go but up. Y/N couldn’t help but be proud of him and support him. No matter what he does.
She put on a small smile.
“That’s great, Timmy. Oh, I’m so happy for you”
“Well, nothing’s really sure for now, but yeah fingers crossed.” he smirks optimistically with a blank stare on the comforter.
He zoned out, imagining their life there. He kind of expected her to handle the news with more enthusiasm. Of course, this wasn’t the ideal way he thought to reveal it, letting it accidentally slip out in a vent, but still. Y/N seemed solemn almost sad. Like the way she seemed whenever he’d leave for another trip.
Timothée’s body tensed all of a sudden. He looked at Y/N with a confused expression
“Y/N?” he called out to her, letting his hand rest on top of hers. She hummed earnestly. “You don’t think I’m moving by myself, do you?”
She sat up at his words, her e/c eyes trained on his. “You’re not?”
He started laughing. Loudly. As if he was teasing her for thinking that. Truly he was cackling because it was so appalling to the point that it was funny.
She frowned at this, “What are you laughing at?” He pretends to wipe away tears threatening to come out of the corners of his eyes and pouted. “Aw, did you really think I’d leave without you?”
“God, Timmy! Why’d you have to scare me like that!” The heart that was previously in her stomach soared. Y/N looked into his eyes for a second before she jumped into his lap to give him a bear hug. She remained clinging onto him.
For a few minutes, they stayed like that. Y/N fiddled with the curls in the back of his head as he rubbed her back. His hand all of a sudden rested on her cheek, bringing her gaze to him. “So, how ‘bout it?”
“I’d love to”
He grinned at her words and placed small kisses all over her face.
The sunlight peeking through the blinds shone. Two bodies on the bed laid, intertwined. Timothée laid with his stomach against the soft mattress. His arm wrapped around Y/N’s waist.
She opened her eyes, waking from her slumber and gazing at the sight she’d grown familiar to and loved. Y/N admired his slightly parted lips and his unruly curls covering the top half of his face. She pushed them upwards only for them to slowly come back down. Y/N giggled at this and tucked it behind his ears.
“Hm? What is it?” he asked with a raspy morning voice that gave her so much butterflies.
It had been a few months since they started going out and he never failed to make her feel all giddy and giggly like a school girl.
“Nothing, don’t worry. Good morning”, she grinned resting her forhead against his. Timothée chuckled at this and pecked her nose.
They laid like that for several minutes, bathing in each other’s presence. Whispers of sweet nothing and light grazes on each other’s bodies are exchanged. The couple cherished moments like these before the day ultimately pulls them apart like it always does.
Only this time it was different. Timothée was leaving for LA again to promote a new project. It would still be a few weeks before they got to do this again.
Y/N continued to long for a time when she could spend time with her boyfriend without getting interrupted by press junkets, reshoots and award shows. They both did, but most of her job kept her tied down here. In New York. All the way across the country from LA.
Until now.
She’d recently resigned to pursue a more free lance job.
She groaned as she pushed herself up to sit up against the headboard. “Oh God, I can’t believe you’re leaving again”.
Timothée sighed as he looked up at her admiring her features. “I know, but it’ll be shorter than the other trips, I promise”
Y/N raises her eyebrow at this.
He sits up, putting his hands up in defeat, “Honest to God! I just have around 15 interviews scheduled. I’ll be done with in 3 days. I have a talk show to do and a fitting for the-“
Timothée continued to talk, but Y/N also commented. “-Hey, don’t worry. Take your-“
“And I have a bunch of open houses to go to”
Her heart drops at the sudden statement.
The room silences. “Open house, huh? When’d you start looking?”
He scratches the back of his neck, “Around 3 months ago?”
She inaudibly scoffed.
The audacity this man had. They’d been dating for months and not a single word of this came out of his mouth. Was he just gonna lead her on? Make her make a drastic decision about their relationship on the brink of him moving to the other side of the country? Y/N didn’t even know anymore.
But of course, she had no right to influence his choice in this. He’d been working toward where he was for years now. And he had nowhere to go but up. Y/N couldn’t help but be proud of him and support him. No matter what he does.
She put on a small smile.
“That’s great, Timmy. Oh, I’m so happy for you”
“Well, nothing’s really sure for now, but yeah fingers crossed.” he smirks optimistically with a blank stare on the comforter.
He zoned out, imagining their life there. He kind of expected her to handle the news with more enthusiasm. Of course, this wasn’t the ideal way he thought to reveal it, letting it accidentally slip out in a vent, but still. Y/N seemed solemn almost sad. Like the way she seemed whenever he’d leave for another trip.
Timothée’s body tensed all of a sudden. He looked at Y/N with a confused expression
“Y/N?” he called out to her, letting his hand rest on top of hers. She hummed earnestly. “You don’t think I’m moving by myself, do you?”
She sat up at his words, her e/c eyes trained on his. “You’re not?”
He started laughing. Loudly. As if he was teasing her for thinking that. Truly he was cackling because it was so appalling to the point that it was funny.
She frowned at this, “What are you laughing at?” He pretends to wipe away tears threatening to come out of the corners of his eyes and pouted. “Aw, did you really think I’d leave without you?”
“God, Timmy! Why’d you have to scare me like that!” The heart that was previously in her stomach soared. Y/N looked into his eyes for a second before she jumped into his lap to give him a bear hug. She remained clinging onto him.
For a few minutes, they stayed like that. Y/N fiddled with the curls in the back of his head as he rubbed her back. His hand all of a sudden rested on her cheek, bringing her gaze to him. “So, how ‘bout it?”
“I’d love to”
He grinned at her words and placed small kisses all over her face.
a/n: thanks for all the love on my precious fic 😁hoping to post more on here! my requests are open!
it’s never this quiet in New York. the morning commotion is typically lively on a Monday, with the chatter of businessmen and women, the sirens echoing the city, none of that are present today.
you stir awake to the silence, it’s unfamiliar to you. checking the clock beside you, it’s just nearing eight in the morning and the beautiful sleeping man beside you has yet to wake. he’s got a long schedule ahead of him, commercial shooting wrapping up and cinemacon in Las Vegas, you begin to wonder if he ever sleeps this deep unless he’s with you.
he’s not restless without you, but it takes him from minutes to hours to settle against the lonely sheets when you’re not there beside him. he hates the long distance, hating that his job pulls him to all sorts of place, but the reward always feels good. the smiles on the fans, and yours, faces always make him feel extra jittery.
you move closer to him, chin resting on his bare shoulder, he doesn’t even budge when your arms wrap around his body. the light snores that escape his mouth still indicate he’s dead asleep and not waking anytime soon.
you curl your body against his, eyes slowly growing heavy listening to his breathing. he stirs to the tickling of your breath down his skin, flipping in your arms, he turns to face you. he buries his head into your neck, a little moan escaping his lips, “what time is it?” he doesn’t want to ask, he’s got no plans but it escapes him before he can take it back.
“almost eight.” you say instantly hearing him groan against your skin. he hates early mornings, he’s not really an early riser, so hearing the time isn’t even close to when he wants to get up, he sinks further into the mattress.
your fingers rake through his thick brown curls, you’ve always loved his hair a little longer than he normally likes it. the way they fall in front of his face, just make him look even more angelic than he already does. how’d you get so lucky?
he pulls away from your body, the sound of nothing is awfully unfamiliar to him. having grown up in the city, he’s used to the sirens and chaotic sound of the people, but it’s dead.
“it’s quiet out.” he whispers shifting upward in the bed, he moves your curtains apart from where he sits on the bed, there’s barely a soul awake. he looks over at you, “lazy day in bed?” he offers, smile spreading his lips, eyes beginning to beg.
a/n: first post on this account 😁 my main is @thatsdemko 🫶 feedback is always appreciated xx
“and how do I say ‘I love you’ again?”
“Je t'aime.” he says, mouth full of a buttery croissant you fetched from the bakery across the street. it’s your morning ritual, the boy who lives across town comes to your apartment and you get him “New Yorks finest croissants”— at least that’s how he puts it as.
your recent discovery was of his ability to speak a different language, French that is, and ever since you’ve been begging for lessons due to your upcoming trip to Europe. you could say New York public school systems failed you, as you barely remember a lick of the words he makes you repeat.
“and what about stop making a mess of my sofa.” you scowl brushing the pastry crumbs that scatter the cream colored seats. he mumbled a sorry as he finishes his last bite, a delighted moan escapes his lips.
“why the sudden interest in the language again?” he asks brushing his hands on his pants rather than using the crummy paper napkin that’s already wadded up and disintegrating from the butter of his hands.
“because I’m going to Europe in three weeks! I can’t look like an idiot.”
“certaines choses ne peuvent pas être changées.” he lightly giggles shaking his head watching your face scrunch up trying to dissect the sentence, but you fail. some things can’t be changed
you huff an annoyed sigh, arms crossed over your chest, “I wish I never bought you that croissant years ago.” you joke watching his acting skills come to life as he pretends to be hurt.
“now you’re just being straight up rude, amour.”
—
“so when a nice guy offers me a drink at the club what should I say?”
“J'ai un petit-ami.” the same buttery croissant fills his mouth, he watches you saunter across your tiny New York City living room. he admits, you not knowing any French is fun for him. it means he has all control of what you repeat back and what you write in your journal for the trip. this one might’ve just been the icing on the cake. I have a boyfriend
“J’ai un petit-ami? doesn’t that mean something else?” you question, head cocked to the side watching him shake his head in response as he swallows the pastry.
“nope.” he replies, reaching for the hot coffee you’ve provided him, he slurps the contents watching your pen move vigorously across the page. he thinks it’s cute how focused you are, he loves how close you hold the notebook to your face and how you spell out the words in a way only you will know what they mean.
“so are all French people assholes? I’ve been reading up on your people.”
he laughs, “my people?” he watches the red hue light your face, hands up in defense, “that’s what the internet says!”
he laughs once more telling you to never believe the internet, although he did play you into thinking the words “I have a boyfriend” mean something completely different, so maybe he is apart of that collective group.
—
“repeat it to me once more, amour.”
“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” do you want to sleep with me tonight
he chuckles a little to himself trying to find a serious tone, “that’s exactly what you should say to the cab driver.”
you chuck an orange at him watching his hands go up in defense as he allows the fruit to hit him the arm, two of you laughing, “this isn’t funny, Timmy! I leave in twenty-four hours!”
he watches you collapse against the cream colored sofa beside him, legs extending into his lap, “how am I supposed to order croissants for you across the world?” you bat your eyelids in an affection way, it’s your last hope to get help— the pastry was already the key to his heart. it gets him to do anything.
“what a dilemma that is.” he shakes his head, fingers tangling through his curls that fall in front of his eyes, “just don’t forget your notebook and you’ll be fine. do you remember how to order?”
“un croissant š'il vous plaît.” a croissant please
“tu est parfait.” you are perfect
—
his phone buzzes in his pocket, it hasn’t even been a full day since you landed in Paris and you’ve been buzzing him like a mad woman. it’s his first time being in your place alone, he’s in charge of watering your plants. he notices you’ve left him money for his croissants and an extra key in case he misplaces the one you already gave him.
“bonjour mon ami how is Paris?” he picks up the phone plopping down onto your cream colored sofa and pressing speaker so he can listen and eat.
“did you know j’ai un petit-ami is I have a boyfriend?! you lied to me!”
he laughs, the familiar sound spreads a smile on your face despite your angry tone, it’s nice to hear him. even if you’ve been texting him, his voice is what you miss right now, “I guess you’re right my people are assholes.”
“damn right, chalamet! and I learned a little something from the bartender last night, tu es un connard!” you are an asshole
Summary: Winter fills New York City with delight and a coffee date pushes the cold away.
Word Count: 460
Warning(s): PURE FLUFF! Just pure love for Timothée, coffee, and brunch.
A/N: I can’t believe it’s been two years since Timothée’s debut on SNL!! So with the pictures on his Instagram stories inspired this! Feedback is appreciated and enjoy! (Sorry if this is bad, I’m trying to get back into my writing game)
The cafe’s atmosphere brought in a warmth like no other. The frigid weather of December filled New York City with a heavy layer of sleet. Finishing your shared brunch consisting of breakfast wraps with avocado and poached eggs, Timothée smiled from across the booth. Catching his smirk, you set down your drink.
“What is it?” You ask, wiping the edges of your mouth.
“Nothin’.” He replies, with the smile never leaving his lips.
“But we already have a set list!” Stevie exclaimed as I stood back, tired of their shit.
It had been weeks of arguing over the set list, the outfits and the tuning of the instruments. Honestly who could blame them? It was the Battle of the Bands.
Your average person from Sacramento wouldn’t give two shits about it, but to the kids who would collect Classic Rock records and CDs, taught themselves how to play the keyboard or guitar, and snuck out to watch local bands play at bars? It was everything.
I was one of those kids. Well, I am.
The battle of the bands was an opportunity to be seen, to be heard particularly by a big shot producer. We’d been working towards it since we formed the band. A lot of hours, blood, sweat and tears had been put into practicing, getting gigs, writing, revising, you name it.
And now we were here. It hadn’t even been five minutes and Ziggy and Stevie were already at each other’s throats. If you asked my opinion, I would rather they stuck their tongues down each other’s throats. It was crystal fucking clear this wasn’t about the setlist.
“Look, if we want to impress the judges and a producer that is bound to be in the audience we should sing Annotated Book” Ziggy said as he rubbed his forehead out of frustration. “It isn’t ready yet! How many times do I have to fucking tell you!” She fought. At this point, everyone backstage was staring at us. Well, them.
I sighed, “You know what, you guys figure this out. I need a smoke break”. “Really? Again?” Layla, our drummer, whined. ‘Don’t leave me here with them’ she mouthed as I pushed the heavy backdoors.
The exit lead out to a seedy alley where there were puddles from the rain and the pipes (and other mysterious liquids) and heaps of garbage bags thrown carelessly against the wall which stunk to high heavens. This will have to do for now.
My calloused fingers reached for the lighter and loose cigarette in my pocket. Automatically lighting with ease as I have done before.
“Nice coat”
“Thanks. I was really going for that Penny Lane vibe”, I chuckled. The figure got closer to me as they hummed. I felt their side touch mine, “You got anymore of that?”. “Mhm.”, I nodded reaching into my pocket again.
He hummed once more. I chuckled, “What’s so funny?”. “You know you should really start rolling your own. It’s better that way”. I looked up at him. For the first time. My breath hitched.
Wow.
He looked like he came straight out of a painting. His curly hair was covering his face, but the moonlight cast down on him; making his jawline and cheekbone seen. The boy looked like he was carved carefully by the gods, they sure took their time with this one.
“I-I’ll keep that in mind next time” I said as I continued to stare at him. He’s probably been stared at his whole life. Hell, he probably thinks staring is looking.
“My name’s Kyle” he said. Oh my god, his voice. I stretched out my hand, “Y/N”. Kyle seemed surprised, “You shake hands, huh?”. I shook my head in embarassment and let out a giggle. “Apparently, I do.”
As the night ran longer and the crowd inside bigger, we talked about bands, recommending some, shit talking others, and the works. He went on about this book he’d been reading called “A People’s History of The United States”. I continued to admire him. Observe him. I observed the way he talks about things he loves so nonchalantly, but there would be that glint in his eyes or smirk on his face that shows how passionate he really is. I observed his hand fidgeting with the bottom of his jacket while his other hands hold the cigarette in between his index and middle fingers. I observed the way his unkempt hair bounces as he turns to look at me.
“So, where are you from”, I asked him; hoping he’ll get the hint. Kyle chuckled and said “I’m from East”. “Well, Kyle from East Sacramento, it just so happens I’m from there too.”, leaning in to his side slowly. What the fuck was I doing? Flirting with him like that? I’ve never done that before.
I mean, in walks this guy practically carved like a statue from the Louvre. I suddenly muster the courage to talk like that, which for the record, I haven’t been able to do with other guys I was infatuated with if that wasn’t already clear. I would hate to have ruined this perfect opportunity. This was the right decision, right? Right.
“Oh really? No shit. Well-“ “Kyle we need you back here!” Someone yelled from the entrance interrupting him.
Well? Well, what?! What was he gonna say?!
“Look, I gotta run. Maybe I’ll catch up with you later?” The curly haired boy said as he put out the cigarette. He looked at me, expecting an answer. “Y-yeah definitely!” I squeaked out.
My thoughts ran wild as I was left in the alley. “Is he really going to talk to me later?” “Was he just being polite?” “God, what I would give to touch those curls of his” “Will I have to make the next move?”
“Y/N, we’re going on in 5! Get your ass in here!”
Shit.
_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
As nerve-wracking the preparation went for the battle of the bands were, the actual thing wasn’t that bad. It went as our average band practices and gigs went. Except for the audience being around 500 people instead of the usual two drunks.
“Are you sure you tuned your bass properly, Y/N? You seemed pretty flat in some parts” Ziggy complained, chasing after me backstage. “You too, Stevie, but that’s a whole ‘nother conversation” he added with a smirk. It was obvious he was only trying to get a rise out of her, but maybe not to the band’s lead singer. My god, just make out already! “I swear to fucking god, I will gut you!” She answered back. I looked back at Layla, giggling.
Luckily, I managed to turn to the front before bumping into another person. But not just any other ordinary one.
“If it isn’t Y/N from East Sacramento” well if it isn’t the same curly haired boy i was drooling over from the alley 30 mins. ago. “Nice to see you again, Kyle” before he could even comprehend, I picked up his hand from his side and gave it a firm shake similar to the one I did before.
“You didn’t tell me you were in a band”, he gestured to the stage. I hummed and then answered “And you didn’t tell me you worked backstage”. “Not actually backstage. I’m here with my band and we’re going on next” Kyle lifted up his bass. “Ain’t that something? I play bass too” I lifted my instrument up putting it side by side with his.
I sighed, “Well, I gotta go tune this before we head back up there. Good luck with your set!”. Getting ready to walk away, he quips “Yeah you should go and do that. I thought I heard something off when you guys went up”.
I didn’t even know what I was doing. I got closer to him as we breathed in each other’s air. My head tilting to the side, next to his ear. “May the best bass player win”. Before pulling away, I made sure to brush my lip against the side of his neck. He sucked in a breath.
That’ll give him something to think about.
And that it did, when he entered late on the first verse of L’Enfance Nue’s set.
“But we already have a set list!” Stevie exclaimed as I stood back, tired of their shit.
It had been weeks of arguing over the set list, the outfits and the tuning of the instruments. Honestly who could blame them? It was the Battle of the Bands.
Your average person from Sacramento wouldn’t give two shits about it, but to the kids who would collect Classic Rock records and CDs, taught themselves how to play the keyboard or guitar, and snuck out to watch local bands play at bars? It was everything.
I was one of those kids. Well, I am.
The battle of the bands was an opportunity to be seen, to be heard particularly by a big shot producer. We’d been working towards it since we formed the band. A lot of hours, blood, sweat and tears had been put into practicing, getting gigs, writing, revising, you name it.
And now we were here. It hadn’t even been five minutes and Ziggy and Stevie were already at each other’s throats. If you asked my opinion, I would rather they stuck their tongues down each other’s throats. It was crystal fucking clear this wasn’t about the setlist.
“Look, if we want to impress the judges and a producer that is bound to be in the audience we should sing Annotated Book” Ziggy said as he rubbed his forehead out of frustration. “It isn’t ready yet! How many times do I have to fucking tell you!” She fought. At this point, everyone backstage was staring at us. Well, them.
I sighed, “You know what, you guys figure this out. I need a smoke break”. “Really? Again?” Layla, our drummer, whined. ‘Don’t leave me here with them’ she mouthed as I pushed the heavy backdoors.
The exit lead out to a seedy alley where there were puddles from the rain and the pipes (and other mysterious liquids) and heaps of garbage bags thrown carelessly against the wall which stunk to high heavens. This will have to do for now.
My calloused fingers reached for the lighter and loose cigarette in my pocket. Automatically lighting with ease as I have done before.
“Nice coat”
“Thanks. I was really going for that Penny Lane vibe”, I chuckled. The figure got closer to me as they hummed. I felt their side touch mine, “You got anymore of that?”. “Mhm.”, I nodded reaching into my pocket again.
He hummed once more. I chuckled, “What’s so funny?”. “You know you should really start rolling your own. It’s better that way”. I looked up at him. For the first time. My breath hitched.
Wow.
He looked like he came straight out of a painting. His curly hair was covering his face, but the moonlight cast down on him; making his jawline and cheekbone seen. The boy looked like he was carved carefully by the gods, they sure took their time with this one.
“I-I’ll keep that in mind next time” I said as I continued to stare at him. He’s probably been stared at his whole life. Hell, he probably thinks staring is looking.
“My name’s Kyle” he said. Oh my god, his voice. I stretched out my hand, “Y/N”. Kyle seemed surprised, “You shake hands, huh?”. I shook my head in embarassment and let out a giggle. “Apparently, I do.”
As the night ran longer and the crowd inside bigger, we talked about bands, recommending some, shit talking others, and the works. He went on about this book he’d been reading called “A People’s History of The United States”. I continued to admire him. Observe him. I observed the way he talks about things he loves so nonchalantly, but there would be that glint in his eyes or smirk on his face that shows how passionate he really is. I observed his hand fidgeting with the bottom of his jacket while his other hands hold the cigarette in between his index and middle fingers. I observed the way his unkempt hair bounces as he turns to look at me.
“So, where are you from”, I asked him; hoping he’ll get the hint. Kyle chuckled and said “I’m from East”. “Well, Kyle from East Sacramento, it just so happens I’m from there too.”, leaning in to his side slowly. What the fuck was I doing? Flirting with him like that? I’ve never done that before.
I mean, in walks this guy practically carved like a statue from the Louvre. I suddenly muster the courage to talk like that, which for the record, I haven’t been able to do with other guys I was infatuated with if that wasn’t already clear. I would hate to have ruined this perfect opportunity. This was the right decision, right? Right.
“Oh really? No shit. Well-“ “Kyle we need you back here!” Someone yelled from the entrance interrupting him.
Well? Well, what?! What was he gonna say?!
“Look, I gotta run. Maybe I’ll catch up with you later?” The curly haired boy said as he put out the cigarette. He looked at me, expecting an answer. “Y-yeah definitely!” I squeaked out.
My thoughts ran wild as I was left in the alley. “Is he really going to talk to me later?” “Was he just being polite?” “God, what I would give to touch those curls of his” “Will I have to make the next move?”
“Y/N, we’re going on in 5! Get your ass in here!”
Shit.
_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
As nerve-wracking the preparation went for the battle of the bands were, the actual thing wasn’t that bad. It went as our average band practices and gigs went. Except for the audience being around 500 people instead of the usual two drunks.
“Are you sure you tuned your bass properly, Y/N? You seemed pretty flat in some parts” Ziggy complained, chasing after me backstage. “You too, Stevie, but that’s a whole ‘nother conversation” he added with a smirk. It was obvious he was only trying to get a rise out of her, but maybe not to the band’s lead singer. My god, just make out already! “I swear to fucking god, I will gut you!” She answered back. I looked back at Layla, giggling.
Luckily, I managed to turn to the front before bumping into another person. But not just any other ordinary one.
“If it isn’t Y/N from East Sacramento” well if it isn’t the same curly haired boy i was drooling over from the alley 30 mins. ago. “Nice to see you again, Kyle” before he could even comprehend, I picked up his hand from his side and gave it a firm shake similar to the one I did before.
“You didn’t tell me you were in a band”, he gestured to the stage. I hummed and then answered “And you didn’t tell me you worked backstage”. “Not actually backstage. I’m here with my band and we’re going on next” Kyle lifted up his bass. “Ain’t that something? I play bass too” I lifted my instrument up putting it side by side with his.
I sighed, “Well, I gotta go tune this before we head back up there. Good luck with your set!”. Getting ready to walk away, he quips “Yeah you should go and do that. I thought I heard something off when you guys went up”.
I didn’t even know what I was doing. I got closer to him as we breathed in each other’s air. My head tilting to the side, next to his ear. “May the best bass player win”. Before pulling away, I made sure to brush my lip against the side of his neck. He sucked in a breath.
That’ll give him something to think about.
And that it did, when he entered late on the first verse of L’Enfance Nue’s set.
Hello there. Requesting some comedy where Tim gets his wisdom teeth removed and he’s so out of it he thinks he’s his characters (your pick) and reader has to deal with it
I Am King Henry
Info - wisdom teeth removal, thinking he’s royalty, shouting at someone, suggestive flirting, vine quoting and movie quoting
“Why aren’t you bowing?” He lisped.
“Why should I be doing that?” I asked.
“I am King Henry!” He said in a terrible British accent. I covered my mouth, stifling my laugh.
“No baby, you’re at the dentist, you just got your wisdom teeth out,” I said and held his hand.
“I know I am the wayward Prince you once reviled,” he snapped at me.
“What will the king do if I do this,” I said and kissed his cheek.
“How dare you!” He said with gleaming eyes.
“I’m your wife Hal,” I said playing along.
“STOP THE FUCKING CHARADE!” He roared and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“How’s the patient,” said a nervous dentist assistant, she must’ve heard the shouting.
“He is having some humility problems,” I chuckled.
“Aw sugar it’s just some space in your gums, no need to feel bad,” she said kindly.
“FILL THAT SPACE MAKE IT TISSUE, MAKE IT MASS, MAKE IT IMPENETRABLE! MAKE IT YOURS! MAKE IT ENGLAND! MAKE IT ENGLAND!” He was spitting and beet red, which made his lisp all the more hilarious.
“This is America,” the assistant said with nervous laughter.
“I thought you were a lesbian?” He said automatically, quoting the vine backwards.
“Okay,” she said and left.
“My you’re pretty,” he said when he looked at me. “Care to join a king in the bedroom tonight?”
“Maybe when you aren’t high off your ass Timothée,” I said and kissed his hand.
“Can your lips kiss somewhere else?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows.
“Listen you, please come down a little so I can take you home,” I said. “I like Timmy better than Hal.”
thank you for creating so much amazing content !!! you’re so talented :)
request idea : dad timothee comforting his young daughter madeleine in her bedroom at night ? it’s just the two of them in there and he makes her a bunch of comforting promises while y/n is secretly listening from outside 🥺 he would be the BEST dad im so obsessed
Whole World
Info - fluff, dad Timmy
“How about do you promise to always be my daddy?”
“Of course I’ll always be your daddy,” Timothée chuckled. I was listening outside Madeline’s bedroom door. Her and Timmy were so cute together.
“Will my name always been Madeline?” She asked as she handed him her pastel green bunny.
“If you want it to be, some people grow up and want to be named something different and that’s okay,” Timmy explained. My heart soared. He know how important it was to me to let her know we supported her no matter what.
“Otay, mmmm, I have bad question,” she said quietly.
“Yeah love?” He asked her and from the mirror I could see him pull her into his lap.
“Owiver and Maya’s mommy and daddy don’t love each other anymore. Will you ever stop loving mommy?”
“Let me tell you a story. One day daddy thought he had eeeeeeeverything he thought he wanted. He was so happy.”
“Did you have a pony?”
“I could have,” he chuckled.
“But then one day I went to a party and I saw this beautiful girl,” he continued.
“Mommy!” She crowed.
“Nope, mommy, wasn’t there. This girl’s name was Ally. I asked her out because I thought she was cute.”
“Where’s mommy then?” She asked.
“Well, when me and Ally went out, the waitress was flawless. She was kind, sweet, smart, funny and she stole my heart.”
“Mommy!” Madeline screamed again.
“Yup,” he said. “I was out with a beautiful girl but I couldn’t keep my eyes off mommy. She was like a bright light and I was lured to her.”
“What does luuured mean?”
“It means I was like, hypnotized,” he said after a moment.
“Oh, so you really liked mommy?” Madeline asked him.
“Liked her? I was obsessed. You know your favorite bunny stuffie?” He asked her.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
“I would have given her one thousand bunnies to kiss her,” he told her and I held my heart, dying of cuteness.
“Wow!”
“When I met mommy I realized I didn’t need ponies and money, and movies and stuffed bunnies, all I wanted was her. So no I will never stop loving mommy. You and mommy are my world.”
“Your whole world?” She asked, and I could see in the mirror that her eyes were wide in surprise.
“Yes baby, my whole world.”
“I love you papa,” she said and landed a smacking kiss on his cheek.
“I know silly girl but you need to go to sleep now. Can you sleep like a big girl for me?”
“Yes papa,” she nodded and cuddled her bunny and closed her eyes.
