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bookish-brainrot-00 · 2 years ago

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I was so excited when I saw that you posted about request with songs! I love your imagines so much❤️ do you think you could do an imagine with Timothée and the song Friends Don’t Look at Friends That Way by Tate McRae

I had never heard this song before and listened about a dozen time. I love it so much and it is so sad.

This is my first Tim, I’m nervous about it.

Every time we talk, it just hurts so bad 'Cause I don't even know what we are I don't even know where to start But I can play the part

The music was booming loudly in the room. You felt the bass deep in your chest, but that only made you dance more. The lights were a dark blue, cheesy but when you had enough drinks in you it seemed magical.

There were hands on your waist and lips on your neck, but you didn’t care about them, not when you caught his eyes from across the room. The moment you caught his eyes everything else faded to the back of your mind. The music was gone, the blue lights, the hands, and lips.

It was only you and Timmy, your best friend. His eyes were filled with anger, and you knew your own were filled with hurt. Once you two would have been on the dancefloor together, it would have been his body pressed to yours, but you ruined things. Your feelings had changed and his didn't.

He had to know what he did to you, he had to know that even being in the same room hurt you. That his eyes could destroy you completely. You didn’t know if you hated him or not. Sometimes you did, you hated him so much that you wanted to kiss him. And you loved him so much that you wanted to hit him.

His jealousy hurt you more than his indifference. He couldn’t do that, it wasn’t allowed. You looked away from him, trying to focus on the alcohol on your body and the fun you were having until you caught his eyes from across the room.

Closing your eyes you pretended that things were different, that Timmy was yours and you were his. You two holding hands and having your normal movie nights, but instead of making sure to keep a seat between the two of you, you were cuddled together. Without your permission, you thought about your last conversation with him.

It was the afterparty of Dune's premiere. You two had gone to the premiere together, like always, and when a reporter asked if you two were dating.

He laughed, shaking his head, his curls falling a bit in his face, “No, we are not dating, Y/n is my best friend, nothing more,” he said, giving them a dazzling smile. The words made your heartache, you didn’t know what you two were, but friends didn’t seem appropriate.

“Really you two look so in love with each other?” The reporter went on to say, having no idea they were slowly killing you.

“Nope there is nothing but friendship between us,” he said, and then you both were off walking into the theater. You could barely pay attention to the movie as you thought about his hand in yours, how he squeezed yours whenever a part he was excited for you to see happened. The smile he would give you.

Did he feel the same? You asked yourself that question a thousand times before, and you would ask it a thousand times again. As the movie ended you leaned over, kissing his cheek telling him how proud you were of him. He shot you a killer smile and said he was happy that you were here with him.

The afterparty was crowded and you lost him for a moment as you talked with one of the producers, but then you heard his laugh from across the room and your eyes were instantly on his.

Feeling your eyes on him, he caught yours, and then he was excusing himself and making his way over to you, “My pretty Y/n. I’ve been looking all over for you,” he whispered into your ear.

“I’m here, Timmy,” You smiled, taking his hand, giving it a squeeze.

He smiled, pulling back to look at you. “It’s getting a bit crowded, come with me,” he said, pulling you away from the noise and all the people. You two ended on a dark balcony, sharing a cigarette, giggling to yourself about some insane thing you two did in high school.

“Remember when you dared me to dye my hair before picture day, my mother was beyond upset,” you giggled.

“It was only fair because you dared me to dance on top of the tables at lunch,” he chuckled back, leaning closer to you as he took a drag.

He was so close to you, you could see the little flecks of gold in his eyes. You were unsure of who moved first, but his lips were now ghosting over yours and your arms were around his neck.

“Tim, please,” You whispered, closing your eyes. You didn’t know if you were begging him to kiss you, or begging him to move away.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Don’t be,” you said back, trying to tell him that this was something you wanted.

“That is why I am sorry,” he said, backing away from you, your arms falling to your sides. The moment he was no longer pressed against you, you felt cold.

“Tim..”

“No please don’t say anything,”

“I have to,”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do, Timmy,” you started reaching for him.

“You are my best friend, Y/n, that can’t change, I can’t lose you,” he stated.

Your hands dropped back to your sides and you nodded, smiling through the hurt you knew was plain on your face. “And you won’t.” You were okay, you could do this, you could play this part.

That was weeks ago, and while you said he wouldn’t lose you, you weren’t so sure anymore. You didn’t speak to him, and you thought he was avoiding you as well, but that was fine with you. Your eyes opened and they connected with him once more. You were both friends and that is all you would be, you told yourself.

But friends didn’t look at friends that way.

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bookish-brainrot-00 · 2 years ago

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Timothee with eyeliner - a special kind of pleasure and beauty

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bookish-brainrot-00 · 2 years ago

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I REALLY NEED A PART 17!!!!

Maybe timmy x reader, where they broke up (he wants to get back together) but have a movie together and her other ex is also casted for that movie and timmy is jealous?? Fans talks about the three working together and stuff. In the end timmy and her gets back together?

Sweetheart (part 16)

A/N - changed it a lil hope you don’t mind

Info - Timmy being weird, Timothée being mean to fans(omg he would never but it’s fiction), stalker, drinking, single mom, threatening with knife, stepping on a Lego 😂, confession, mixed feelings, drinking and being drunk

Joe and I were talking on set. I liked him a lot. He was funny and sweet. It’d only be a couple weeks, but I was already trusting him.

“Can you two shut up, I can’t focus when you’re giggling together,” Timothée snarled at us. He’d started actually acting again, and he and I had, had to start to do promo together. The fans had noticed how he seemed to be fighting something for me. It wasn’t clear what that something was. I had stopped trying to understand Timothée.

This had caused the fans to go digging. They’d found out about me and Timothée, and also about me and Joe. They’d began to pester Timothée. I’d seen a couple videos of Timmy turning from his kind, loving self to a jerk. His popularity was suffering for it. He just couldn’t keep his emotions in check when it came to me.

I gave a look to Joe, and I stood up and walked over to Timothée.

“Hey could I speak to you for a second,” I said. He looked angry but he followed me.

“Hey, are you okay? I’ve seen some articles, and I don’t know, you don’t seem well,” I said.

“Why do you care? I’m just your evil ex,” he grumbled.

“You’re not evil,” I shook my head. “I know you’re a kind person, what’s with all the anger.”

“I just-“ he started. Then he was sobbing, crying so hard he could hardly breathe. I was shocked.

“Oh, oh my, oh Timmy, hey,” I said and folded him into a hug. He buried his face in my hair and wept.

“You can tell me,” I told him.

“No, I can’t,” he shook his head and pulled back.

“Thanks for being kind,” he said and let me go, then he was just gone.

“What was that about?” Joe asked. I felt like I couldn’t tell him.

“Nothing,” I lied. “We still good to meet at yours tonight? Tim has Elsa.”

“Looking forward to it,” he said and kissed my hand.

After an arduous day of dealing with the ups and downs of Timothée, I was excited to relax with Joe. He was already in his car waiting and I hopped in the elevator. Just before the doors could close, Timothée slid in. I was surprised, usually he lingered so he wouldn’t have to spend and awkward ride with me.

“Hey,” he said with an odd and nervous energy. His hands were shaking and he looked a little manic.

“Can I ask you something,” he said.

“Yeah, but calm down you look like you’re going to have a heart attack,” I said worriedly.

“It’s just umm…” he hummed, tapping his fingers on his thigh erratically. Then he spat it out all at once and so fast I nearly didn’t catch it. “Does he make you happy?”

“Oh I’m Joe you mean?” I asked him.

“Yeah Joe,” he nodded quickly.

“Yeah he does,” I smiled.

“Good,” he said flatly and marched out of the elevator. I was confused as hell but I made my way to Joe’s car anyway.

Joe held my hand as we drove and talked. I was excited to visit his place. He’d only even been to mine so this would be sweet.

“I think you’ll really love my place,” he said.

“I bet I will too,” I said as he pulled in the drive. He ushered me into the cute abode and said to make myself at home while he got special wine from the basement.

I went to his book shelf first. He had many I loved. I was intrigued by one that was hugely thick but had no title or author on the spine. I picked it out and it fell, revealing it was a box not a book. I scrambled to pick the things up when I noticed my name. I looked through the things. Pictures of me, pregnant ones as well as normal, letters to me, information on me, all this had been crammed in the box. A journal detailing his plans was also in there as well as several pictures of Timothée with ex’s over his eyes.

“Oh shit!” I heard the voice of my boyfriend.

I got up and backed away from him. He had his hands up and what he must’ve thought of as an calming smile on his face.

“Let’s just talk about this,” he said gently.

“I don’t want to talk, we’re through,” I said and made a lurch for a huge kitchen knife.

“Y/n be reasonable, learning all that stuff only made me become the perfect man for you,” he said slowly.

“You’re a fucking stalker,” I snarled.

“No, no, I’d call myself a caring pre boyfriend,” he said as he advanced towards me.

“What are you going to do? Lock me in a cellar?” I asked as I fiddled with the door knob behind me.

“I’d never hurt you,” he said just as I opened the door and ran out of the house. I didn’t know where I was going but I needed to get away. I didn’t hear feet behind me. Perhaps he was thinking it was futile, we worked the same job, he’d have more than enough excuse to corner me tomorrow. I got the first taxi I could find and panted out the name of a liquor store.

Once at the store I got a bunch of vodka. I down three shots worth before giving my second set of directions. For safety, Timothée had given me the address of his new place. I needed to let him know Joe could be a danger to him.

I was pretty drunk by the time I got to his house. I slammed on the door after paying the taxi and tipping for spilling a bit of vodka. At least it was clear and not sticky.

“Who the hell, my daughter is-“ he broke off when he saw it was me.

“D-didn’t know where else to go,” I hiccuped the words he’d said to me.

“Are you drunk?” He asked.

“Yuppp,” I drawled.

“Come in here,” he said pulling me in the house.

“What happened where’s Joe?”

“You mean Joe the insane person?” I asked dryly.

“What?” He asked. I told him the story. He’d been stalking me, prepping himself to be exactly what I wanted. He hated Timothée and might even be a threat to Elsa.

“You’re staying here tonight there’s no way you can go back. I’ll get my lawyer on a restraining order first thing in the morning,” he said.

“Thank you Timmy.”

He got up, perhaps to hug me, but I didn’t know because he stepped on something. He began to curse and I looked down to see legos scattered around. He was hopping on one foot.

“These fucking legos, always messing my shit up!” He snapped.

I began to laugh hysterically. I wasn’t even that drunk anymore but I was guffawing like an idiot. I fell back, holding my stomach and tears leaked from my eyes.

“Is my pain that funny to you?” He pouted.

“It’s just awesome,” I chuckled.

“Why?”

“Do you know how many times I’ve done that, you’re such a dad now,” I said. Suddenly he was in front of my face. He was looking at me intently.

“Does that mean I can’t be romantic,” he asked, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, feeling frozen or like I was in a dream.

“I made a mistake,” he breathed. “I was selfish and insecure and fuck y/n, I love you. I’m sorry it took you being with someone else for me to realize that. I just thought over and over about how I felt watching you with Joe. Of course y/n, of course you’d feel vulnerable telling me the truth, especially when it was such a bomb. I was engaged and you dated Joe for a couple of weeks. I’m so so sorry for how I acted. I kept thinking about what I’d lost and I took so long to realize I’d lost the love of my life. Who cares if you lied, if you have flaws, I love you all the same. I am yours completely. I want to be a real family. I get it now, I understand, you said you did it for me, I believe you! Because I realized weeks ago I was still incredibly in love with you but I didn’t talk about it to you because I didn’t want to hurt you again and you said you were happy with him. I’m so glad you came tonight or I wouldn’t have the courage. I mean I’m not glad about what happened because I desperately need you to be happy, but baby, I think I could help you with that, at least I really want to. It’s us sweetheart, it’s us or nothing I swear it is. I’ve been weird with the fans and press because I can’t stand someone bringing you up and not being able to say were together, to not be able to gush about you, to not be able to swoon over you, it’s too much, because it’s what I want more than anything. I want to raise Elsa with you and have more kids. I want to be the power acting couple Joe thought we were. Please, please, forgive me even though I don’t deserve it.”

He looked at me desperately after his speech. He was nearly crying. He looked like he wanted to hold me as close as physically possible. I believed him but what the hell.

“Timothée, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked and he recoiled.

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bookish-brainrot-00 · 2 years ago

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PLEASE POST SON THE PART 15!!!! I AM LOVING THIS SO MUCH!

we NEED a sweetheart update!! i love this story so so so so so so so much!! i can’t wait it’s the best thing on tumblr rn!!!

Sweetheart (part 14)

Info - on screen kiss, jealousy, love confession, getting turned on, argument, shared custody

“Joe, it’s been so long,” I smiled and gave him a hug.

“What are the odds?” He asked.

“Yeah it’s crazy,” I laughed.

“Hey, Timothée,” he waved. Timothée was glaring.

“Hello,” he said quietly.

“Wow, you guys are pretty awesome. I’d heard you broke up. Guess I was wrong, are you some sort of acting super couple now?” He asked with a chuckle.

“I’m not with y/n,” Timothée said harshly.

“Oh, wow, that’s crazy, you two seemed like you’d make it in high school. I remember being so jealous, because I wasn’t over y/n,” Joe explained.

“Maybe you’d get over her if she lied to you about being the father of her baby,” Timothée spat. I felt another slice cut my heart open. It wasn’t looking to good these days.

“Huh?”

“Just a hypothetical,” Timothée shrugged and walked off. I immediately began to talk to Joe to take his attention away from what Timothée had said.

“Come on, we have the kissing scene again, Timothée, please try this time. Passion is the name of the game,” the director ordered.

“Please, just stop being angry at me,” he begged and I was shocked because he was putting effort into his acting.

“I just don’t know if we can go back to who we once were. I don’t know if it’s smart.”

“I don’t care about smart, I care about us,” he said and he was moving towards me. He took my face in his hands and kissed me with a flaming need that matched that night on my couch. I fell into the kiss desperately. I pulled at his curls and moaned into his soft mouth. His hands were all over me.

“Timmy I want you, I want you so badly,” I whispered into his mouth. He pulled back and threw everything off the counter as he was meant to. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him.

“Please,” I hissed as he kissed my neck. “Please forgive me.”

“I can’t,” he said as his hands travelled up my shirt and took it off. For a second his eyes lingered on my torso. I saw that he was carefully trying to hide his need.

“I love you,” I cried out as he kissed the swells of my breasts. I was glad it fit with the scene.

“Don’t say that,” he mumbled into my lips.

“Why because you love me?” I asked before he caught my lips again. He was trying to shut me up I realized. I was making cracks in his shield.

“I love you, I never stopped, I love you, I love you, I love you,” I told him as we kissed.

“Stop!” He cried out in a strangled and wrecked voice. His hand had slammed down on the counter beside me. He was panting and tears lined his eyes.

“I need a break,” he called out and stalked off the stage.

“What the hell you were doing so well!” The director cried.

I was told to stay where I was. I heard the director screaming at Timothée. She was telling him she’d blast his good reputation to smithereens if he didn’t finish this scene.

Timothée had a look that nearly scared me as he came out and was racing towards me. He yanked his shirt off and began to kiss me harshly. He felt up my breast and I couldn’t help the whine that came out of me.

“Want fucking passion, fine,” he snapped in my ear and then sucked the lobe. My nails raked down his back.

His body rolled against mine as he kissed me dramatically. He was sucking my bottom lip and squeezed my breasts. He nipped at my neck and I whimpered.

“Please, feels so good,” I breathed.

“Yeah baby,” he growled.

“Oh!” I groaned.

“Okay cut that was great!”

He moved back and both our gazes travelled to his crotch. He was hard. I opened my mouth to say something and he shook his head and walked away. I wasn’t letting this happen. I grabbed my shirt and put it on as I chased after him.

I stuck a foot in his dressing room door before he could close it completely. I rushed into the room.

“You love me, you were jealous of Joe and just kissing me turned you on. How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” I demanded of his back.

“Please leave,” he spat.

“No, no, Timmy you’re all I want,” I sobbed.

“Listen,” he snarled and turned. “We’re done okay. I lost out on years with my baby girl because you decided to not look back-“

“What are you talking about? I didn’t know for years,” I snapped.

“I’ve been thinking about it, you should have called me up the second you found out you were pregnant. You just didn’t want to because it would be too painful.”

“That’s not at all what I thought. I genuinely thought it was from a one night stand,” I sobbed.

“Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night,” he said casually.

“You’re being so mean,” I sniffed, and he looked like he softened for a moment.

“I’ll be by to pick up Elsa for my days,” he sighed. I nodded and sniffed sadly.

Later that night I was packing a bag with Elsa.

“Is Timothée a good dad?” I asked her.

“Yes, he is very nice. He bought me a princess bed for my room in his house. Also he always makes sure I eat healthy,” she said with a smile.

“That’s nice,” I smiled.

“But he’s sad sometimes,” she noted.

“Really, why is that,” I asked.

“I saw him crying the other night. He was holding a picture of you, but you were younger,” she said in a quiet voice.

“Does Papa know you saw?” I asked, my heart fluttering.

“No, you both cry about each other, I don’t know why you don’t just say I love you,” she shrugged.

“I don’t think daddy wants me to love him, but that’s okay,” I quickly said after so she wouldn’t think badly of him.

I got the door and smiled weakly at Timothée. He nodded at me before the squeal of “daddy!” was cried from the stairs.

“Baby!” He said and spread his arms out wide. She jumped into his arms. They were so cute together.

“I’ll bring her back in two days,” he smiled.

“Okay, she has a new thing for Pooh Bear, just beware she can no longer sleep without her tigger.”

“Good to know,” he said and picked up her suitcase and left.

When they left I sighed sadly. Just then I got a text. I looked down to see it was Joe.

“Hey, wanna get coffee and catch up?” He asked. I thought for a second. I could sit here and mope and eat some ice cream and wear Timothée’s varsity jacket, or I could be healthy and go out with an old friend and have coffee.

“Sure, where?”

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bookish-brainrot-00 · 2 years ago

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AUTHOR I NEED TO SEE TIMMY DROP THIS JOANNE AND PICK UP Y/N!!!

Sweetheart part 10 please 🙏

Sweetheart (part 10)

Info - semi cheating, avoiding deep conversation, child crying

Her father, I was looking at the father of my child as he sat in makeup. This morning Elsa said she had a dream Timothée was her dad. I had choked on my food.

How could I be normal right now? How could I act like I was his partner and know he was engaged and the father of my dearest darling?

“Timothée,” I said seriously.

“Yes?” He asked eagerly. He’d texted me a lot. He said we needed to talk. I disagreed, I wasn’t ready to be let down completely.

“We will not speak about what happened on Friday,” I said firmly.

“Oh, Um, I hoped we could, but I understand,” he nodded.

“But, Elsa desperately wants you to come over. I told her I’d ask you to come over for dinner and bed time tonight,” I told him. He looked excited as hell.

“Yes, yes! I’d love to,” he nodded.

“Cool, well, can you be at mine at six thirty?” I asked.

“Yes, of course,” he smiled.

After that conversation, I felt a bit better knowing I wouldn’t be bombarded by Timothée. Thankfully a lot of my scenes today weren’t even with him. I was feeling almost excited as I went to pick up Elsa.

“Guess what?” I asked her as I put Elsa in her car seat.

“What?” She asked.

“Timothée is coming over for dinner and bedtime,” I said.

“REALLY! OH YAY!” She exclaimed. I couldn’t help but smile as she sang the whole way home. When I got to my apartment, Timothée was already there.

“Timothée!” Screamed Elsa and ran to him. He scooped her her up immediately.

“Hey there princess,” he said with a smile.

“I missed you,” she said, laying her head on his chest.

“Aw, I missed you too too,” he said happily. I was sticking my key in the door. I squeezed my eyes for a moment to stop the tears.

What if this was real? Timothée coming home to his girls, ready to do family things after a day of work. What if we always cooked dinner together? What if we sang and Timmy scatter flour in my hair and then kissed me hard. What if Elsa was so outrageously happy like this all the time. What if we watched a movie together before bed. What if he insisted on reading Elsa a bedtime story no matter how hard his day had been. What if we retired to bed together and made sweet love? What if he whispered he loved me before I fell asleep in his arms.

“You okay y/n?” Timothée asked touching my shoulder. I took a breath.

“Yeah, great,” I smiled falsely and opened the door.

“Mommy, you are not making dinner,” Elsa said sternly.

“Am I not?” I chuckled.

“No, Timmy and me are making dinner,” she told me.

“Oh really?”

“I agree, you deserve to put your feet up. What’s something you usually don’t have time for?” Timothée asked me.

“Read,” I said plainly.

“Then read and we will handle everything,” he informed me.

I went to the living room to read. I couldn’t focus, all I could think of was the adorable giggles and instructions coming from the kitchen.

“Timmy, no, not in my hair,” I heard Elsa say. My eyes welled with tears. She should’ve been calling him daddy. I cleared my face of tears well enough by the time I was called.

“Mommy, it’s ready!” Elsa called. I walked out into the kitchen. A steaming pot of tomato soup and a plate of delicious smelling grilled cheese sandwich.

“Elsa wants you to take the first bite,” Timothée said.

I took a bite and beamed. The soup was creamy and the cheese in the sand which was so perfectly melted.

“This is really good, you guys make a wonderful team,” I said.

“Yeah me and daddy had so much fun,” Elsa said happily. Every one froze.

“I’m sorry,” Elsa said, looking at Timothée worriedly. He couldn’t speak. He was totally still. She began to shake. She was soon sobbing.

“I’m sorry, don’t hate me, I’m sorry,” she wept and ran into the living room and dove onto the couch as she cried.

“Shit,” I whispered.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I should’ve said I wasn’t mad,” he said worriedly.

“Then come on,” I said, dragging him to the living room.

“I’m sorry, does Timothée never want to come over again?” She asked me.

“Why don’t you ask him Mon ceour,” I said and pulled her onto my lap.

“Do you hate me?” She asked Timothée earnestly.

“No, it was a mistake, I’m not angry. I was just surprised,” he said gently.

“Surprised?” She asked.

“No one has ever wanted me to be their daddy,” he winked. “It’s an honor.”

“What does honor mean?” She asked me.

“It means he really likes the idea a lot and feels good about it.”

“Oh, so you’re not mad?”

“No,” he smiled. “Not at all, come on, let’s go eat.”

He held out his hand. We walked back to the kitchen and the awkwardness was forgotten. Timothée was making her laugh with stories.

After dinner I gave her a bath while Timothée generously cleaned up the dishes. When she was in her night gown I called him up.

He jogged up the stairs with a smile. That’s when his phone rang.

“Sorry I need to take it, it’s Joanne,” he said.

“Who is Joanne mommy?” She asked as I overheard talking.

“That’s Timothée’s Girlfriend.”

“Oh,” she said sadly. “I wish you were his girlfriend.”

“Me too,” I said in my head, but never aloud.

“Sorry about that,” Timothée said. He looked unhappy.

“It’s okay,” I said. Timothée came and sat on the edge of the bed with me.

“What story do you want?” He asked, looking at the books she had.

“I want a story about mommy,” she said quietly.

“What?” He asked.

“A story about mommy, when you knew her,“ she said.

“Ummm, okay,” he said with red cheeks.

“Well, when I went on my first date with her I was so nervous because she was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen.”

“Really!” She asked.

“Yes, so pretty. I kept stumbling over my words. At the end she told me she thought I was adorable, and I danced the whole way home,” he explained.

“You did?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, and I was shocked when his hand slipped into mine.

“I was obsessed,” he said.

“Then why did you go?” She asked.

“Well, people grow up, we couldn’t grow up together unfortunately,” he said. He eventually kissed her on the forehead.

“Good night baby,” I said and kissed her cheek.

We went out into the hall.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t grow up together,” I said softly.

“Me too,” he said. He moved forward slightly.

“Y/n,” he whispered.

“Timmy,” I nearly moaned.

“I just, I think I want to-“

“To what?” I asked. Slowly, he pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek.

“What-what was that?” I asked. It somehow felt more intimate than our other kiss, he’d chosen to do it.

“Timothée,” I said again and pressed a hand to his chest.

“I need to leave,” he mumbled, but he was looking intensely into my eyes.

“Then leave,” I tried.

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