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hiyadarlingirl · 2 years

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STOLEN KISSES

Timothée x zendaya part 6

Context: Zendaya had broken up with Tom, Timmy doesn’t know yet. She joins him and a couple of his friends on a roadtrip to a chalet of Timothées uncle in Vermont to celebrate the weeks leading up to Christmas. Lots of snow, christmastrees, fireplaces stolen kisses and drama. Enjoy.

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I woke up with the worst mood I had ever had. I was about to get my period, I had slept terribly if at all and it was pouring outside. The night before, Timmy had called me up. He’d asked if it was okay if Kiernan and two other friends would join us to Vermont.

‘That’s okay.’ I’d replied. It was not my car and it was not my uncles house.

It still stinged.

I turned around in my bed, too comfortable and warm to leave just jet. I buried my face in my pillow, dreading the social interactions with people I was not familiar with and not having Timmy for myself. I had to turn my mood around or they were better off not bringing me. I slipped out of bed and into my soft slippers and started packing a bag. I did not have winter clothing, living in a warm climate did not require many sweaters or thick jackets.

They picked me up early from the airport late in the afternoon.

‘Zendayaaa.’ Timmy shouted as he got out of the car to help me with my bag. I smiled, scanning the car seats to see who would join us. I saw Kiernan in the front and one guy in the backseat. ‘I can sit in the back’, Kiernan suggested.

‘That’s okay.’ I declined, though I had wanted to say yes.

I got in the backseat and Timothée got behind the wheel. ‘We have to pick up Riccardo first.’ He said while turning on the engine.

‘If bet you 20 dollars he’s still sleeping.’ Kyle laughed.

‘It’s 12 in the afternoon.’ Timothée replied

‘You underestimate his sleeping abilities Tim.’

When we pulled up at his house Riccardo was sitting on his porch with a duffle bag between his legs.

Kyle rolled down the window and stuck his head out. ‘WHAT the hell are you wearing Ricci.’ Riccardo was wearing an orange puffer jacket and seemed to have been discount shopping at the kids section of target.

‘What about it?’ He opened the car door and squeezed himself next to Kyle. ‘I borrowed my bro’s jacket. He almost has the same size.’

‘Yea clearly, isn’t your brother 15.’

’13.’

‘Jezus, those sleeves come up to your elbows man.’ Timothée added, laughing hysterically from the front seat.

‘You’re the one to judge, are those ear muffs?’

‘Yes.’ Tim shrugged ‘It’s cold as tits out.’ He had started driving. The roadtrip had officially begun.

‘Did we bring beer?’ Kiernan asked.

‘Yes but no beer for you.’ Tim replied.

‘Why.’

‘Whenever you drink, Kiernan, you start dancing around like a little gnome. I cannot handle it anymore. Enough is enough.’

She fake slapped his face.

When we hit the 200 miles Ricci got out a pack of question cards to pass the time. ‘Kyle, first question is for you. Biggest turn-off in a girl.’

‘I wouldn’t date a girl that’s dumber than me.’ Kyle replied

Tim snorted. ‘That’d be hard to find.’

‘Ey!’ Kyle threw a Doritos chip at his head but missed and hit the window instead.

‘And you yourself Ricci?’ Kiernan asks.

‘As a guy who looks like he’s 5 months along I don’t really mind.’ He shrugs.

‘Speaking of girls, you got to hear this story guys.’

Timothée sighed. ‘Kyle is about to tell a story. This’ll take a while.’

‘Fuck off Tim this story is gold.’

‘Okay go on.’

‘So I was out last night with Ally and a couple of my mates. And this girl comes up to me while I’m having a smoke outside the club with a buddy of mine.

‘Make out with me.’ She just flat out orders. So I say: ‘No thank you.’ She then asks my friend, who replies ‘my wife is inside’. That’s a lie, they’re just dating. He then puts out his cigarette and disappears inside. Now, I know I’m an idiot for staying outside but I’m not really tempted to cheat because I love my girlfriend and this girl was drunk off her ass.

‘Let’s kiss.’ She orders again. ‘Come on, right now!’

I use the same lie as my buddy just did and tell her my wife is inside.

She tells me my wife is a bitch and then starts poking her finger in my chest, doing her best to seduce me. You know, the drunk kind where you can’t hold you balance and you’re just exceptionally annoying. Anyway she then demands that we MUST fool around and that if I don’t comply she is going to -I quote- ‘piss herself’.

My cigarette is now just about done so with a straight face I take the final drag from it, exhale and say ‘piss yourself’.

She did. All over the parking lot.’

We laughed, loudly.

‘How do you always have these stories of girls wanting you.’ Ricci groaned.

‘I can’t help it man. Good genes.’

‘You know what happened to me last night? I woke up and found out my drunk ass had messaged five girls I know to tell them that they were wearing really nice eye-make up at that party and they were also very pretty, I even started a group chat for this purpose. Two of them blocked me.’

‘It’s the way you dress man.’ Tim stepped in, keeping his eyes focused on the road.

‘What are you talking about’

‘You’re a beautiful man but you dress like a bride on a hobbit’s wedding.’

Riccardo’s mouth dropped. ‘You son of a bitch. Not all of us can have a personal stylist like you.’

‘I don’t have a stylist.’ Tim replied.

‘Whatever.’

‘I have team of sylists.’ This sent Riccardo over the edge. He grabbed him from behind while timmy started squealing like a child.

‘DON’T ATTACK THE DRIVER!

I stared out of the window. His friends seemed fun so far but it seemed also like they had known each other forever and I was a distant cousin on a family trip they’d never met. They continuously dropped childhood stories I knew nothing about.

‘Do you remember that day we wanted to stay home and we put a thermostat to a lightbulb?’ Kyle was already laughing so hard he could barely get the words out.

Timothée was laughing along. ‘Yes and your mum didn’t buy it because it said our temperature was 140 F.’

****

We hit the 400 miles. We were almost there. The night was pitch black and when we arrived at the house is had started to snow. Timothée turned off the engine and the silence was deafening. Until Kiernan broke it.

‘I want my own room’ ‘That can be arranged.’ Tim replied. ‘Do you also want your own room Zee?’ I shook my head. ‘No that’s okay.’ I held my breath. He turned around in his seat. ‘Is it okay if you share one with me?’ ‘Sure, no problem.’ ‘Okay we’ll be upstairs in the attic, second door on the right.’ I nodded and got out of the car to get my bag, shy with the prospect of sharing a bed with him.

When all rooms were decided and the beds were made we crashed on the couch, exhausted from the long journey. Bags of chips got opened, sweet and sour candy put in bowls and the tv switched on. I sat in between Kiernan and Kyle, who was manspreading so much my knees were pressed together. He smelled heavy, like aftershave and vanilla. It was the exact opposite of Tim’s light, boyish smell. I was thankful when Kyle got up to ‘take a piss’ and I could relax my shoulders. I rotated my neck and stretched my legs out in front of me. Then Timothée moved and was suddenly next to me, taking Kyles spot. He nudged his head against mine like a horse and gave me a smile.

‘Hello Zee.’ His curls felt silky on my skin. He smelled like pear soap. I wondered if he started using a new shampoo. ‘Hi Timmy.’ I replied. ‘How are you, you’ve been quiet.’ He stated. ‘I have?‘ He was right. I had said next to nothing in the car, which was uncharacteristic of me. ‘Yes.’ He replied. His eyes were soft and I knew he was worried. ‘It’s totally okay. It’s just that you are different than usual. Everything okay? ‘Yeah just tired, but everything good,’ I replied. And it was. Now he was sitting next to me my body relaxed which freaked me out. My mood should not change so much by getting his attention, or lack there-off. He nodded. ‘Okay, good good.’

We watched the first half of the holiday but then the guys decided they wanted to play videogames for the rest of the night. Kiernan and I gave up the fight after a while and decided to head upstairs. ‘Boys.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Boys.’ I agreed. When I was in bed I was so tired I drifted off almost immediately after my head hit the pillow. I didn’t even notice when Timmy slipped under the sheets next to me. When I woke up the soft winter light came through the curtains and I stretched my stiff limbs. I had slept exceptionally well and couldn’t remember a night I had woken up this well-rested.

I turned and saw Timmy was still asleep next to me. The bed was big so there was a lot of space between us but I could hear his breathing was still heavy. He was lying on his stomach, wearing a blue long sleeve shirt that was a bit too small. I wondered if it was a shirt he’d slept in when he was still a kid. I wouldn’t be surprised. The hem was lifted up a little at the bottom showing the skin of his back. I let him sleep and got up to make myself some coffee. No one was up yet and I savored the quiet peacefulness. I poured my hot coffee in a cup and headed to the porch-like balcony that stretched out between the trees. It had been freezing that night, the air was cold and crisp. I breathed in deeply, the mug warming my icy hands. It was so cold I felt the warmth fleet away with every sip I took and judging from the sky it would soon start snowing again.

‘We are going out hunting!’ The boys exclaimed when I got back inside. They were all awake, sitting on the counter and jumping around. Kiernan was still in her pj’s.

‘I’ll stay home, I feel like baking.’ She replied.

‘You’re adorable Kier.’ Timothée hugged her playfully and ruffled her hair. I looked away quickly.

‘Zendaya stays home with me, right?’ She smiled and reached out to grab my arm. Kiernan was hard to hate. I shrugged. Better than hunting.

The boys disappeared and a while later they returned with plaid jackets and old hunting guns.

‘You look ridiculous.’ I said. It was true, they looked like a pretentious Ralph Lauren add from 50 years back but without the glamour. They looked like grandpas.

Kyle shook his head. ‘Don’t listen to her boys. We look phenomenal.’

Ricci agreed. ‘Yes lets go.’

I rolled my eyes. ‘Good luck!.’ I shouted at their backs as they stepped outside.

The two of us spent the afternoon baking bread. She taught me how to bind the dough with thin cotton threads to shape it and how to make small cuts to create simple patterns.

‘How typical that the females are cooking at home right.’ Kiernan laughed.

‘Yes, tomorrow we reverse the roles.’ I agreed.

‘Well I’m not complaining actually.’ She gestured to the window behind us. I followed her eyes. It was snowing heavily. I laughed. ‘Sucks. I thought it would start tomorrow’

‘Yeah, it’s quite unpredictable.’

‘Exciting.’

She nodded. ‘I’ll bet you anything they’ll come back all whiny and sad and showing off with all the nothing they have caught.’

‘Oh yes we’ll hear stories for years to come about how it wasn’t in any way their fault.’ I agree.

***

We turned out to be right. When they came through the door they looked like a bunch of frozen, whiny toddlers.

‘How’d it go.’ Kiernan asked, already chuckling.

‘It was okay…’ Kyle started. ‘It was just snowing really hard we could barely see anything and there weren’t any animals out actually.’

‘Just admit you caught nothing.’ She laughed. Kyle looked grumpy. Kiernan and I exchanged a look. There had not been changed that much over the past centuries.

Timothée, always in a good mood headed over to us in the kitchen. ‘What did you guys make?’ He asked. ‘Bread. The second batch is almost done.’ Kiernan replies.

‘Nice work.’ He squeezed her shoulder. Was I delusional or was he ignoring me completely. I frowned and leaned back against the counter.

‘We are starving.’ Ricci stated.

Kiernan looked at him. ‘Okay?’

It was silent for a while. ‘You don’t expect us to cook do you.’ She asks.

He backed off, not wanting to start this impossible argument. ‘No…’

‘I’ll cook.’ Tim suggested. ‘I can make .’

Kiernan sighed. ‘I’ll help.’ He winked at her. It infuriated me. I looked outside. The snow was less severe.

‘I’m going for a walk.’

Timothée looked over at me. It was the first time we had locked eyes that whole day. ‘It’s getting dark Zee.’

‘I’m just going to stretch out my limbs a little.’ I explain. He observes me, his eyes a little narrowed. He didn’t like it but couldn’t do anything about it so he nods. ‘Okay.’

‘I’ll go as well.’ Ricci suggested, winking at me. I nodded. ‘Okay, let’s go.’

We walked around the house for a bit while the light faded away. A snowflake landed on my nose. I tried to lick it off. Ricci looked at me and laughed. ‘Weirdo.’

‘What?’

‘Nothing.’ He smiled at me. ‘We can go skiing soon.’

‘You can ski?’

‘Yes. And I saw some ski attire in the shed, we could go together. All of us.’

‘I can’t ski.’

‘I’ll teach you.’

‘Okay.’ I replied. He’s nice, I thought. When the snowflakes grew thicker again we headed home.

***

The next day I woke up and immediately noticed the silence. I slipped out of bed and headed to the window. The world was white. My heart jumped from happiness. I looked around but Timmy still slept. They had stayed up till late again to play videogames. I sighed and headed to the kitchen.

Kyle and Ricci are already up. ‘Zee, we have a brilliant proposal. Let’s go….. ice-swimming.’

I yawned. ‘Are you crazy?’

‘No, its amazing, we do it every year.’

‘We’ll get hypothermia.’

‘No you get out before that happens. We’ve done it countless times.’

They looked at me with hopeful eyes.

‘Ask Kiernan.’ I replied.

‘She still sleeps.’

I hesitated. They saw it and grabbed the bate. ‘We know you want to.’ I was both afraid and intrigued. ‘Okay.’ I heard myself say.

‘Nice hon.’ Kyle smiled and jumped off the counter.

They wrote a note and it om the counter for Kiernan and Timmy, stating that we’d be at the lake this morning.

We wrapped ourselves thickly in jackets and sweaters and scarves and headed to a nearby lake. The guys were carrying ice-saws to cut through the thick layer of ice and make a wake for us to bathe in.

It took a lot longer than I anticipated. I had to jump up and down and even let Ricci rub my shoulders to warm me up. It was a beautiful morning, the sky was clear and bright, stars just fading. I forgot for a moment what we were doing but then the hole was ready. I felt dread creep up in my throat.

‘I’ll go first.’ Kyle offered and started peeling off his clothes. I looked at him and wondered how much this was fake bravado and how much it was experience. He was in his underwear now, breathing deeply in and out to prepare for the cold shock. There were goosebumps all over his skin. Then suddenly he was in the water. His breathing stalled but as he got used to the cold he began breathing deeply and calmly again.

After a minute or so he got out, shouting with joy.

‘THAT WAS AMAZING!!’

He was jumping up and down to get warm, his skin all red from the cold. He dried himself and got into his clothes while Ricci was already doing the breathing exercises to get in. I was amazed with how little mental preparation they needed.

‘Come on Zee, get ready.’ Kyle ordered while pulling a sweater of his head. His eyes were full of life which motivated me. I started peeling of my clothes layer by layer until I’m in my underwear. I don’t feel uncomfortable around them and start jumping up and down to stay warm.

When Ricci got out of the water Kyle fully clothed and came up behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders. ‘Okay, breathe with me.’ I obliged. We stepped closer to the wake.

‘We are here, we’ll keep an eye on you.’ He reassures me. Then suddenly a familiar voice.

‘There you are.’ My head snapped to the right. Timothée and Kiernan were walking towards us with a quick pace. I realized how odd this had to look to them.

‘What on earth are you doing?’ Kiernan asked and frowned at my half-naked body.

‘Ice swimming. Zee is going in now, right Zee?’ I nodded bravely and stepped a little closer to the water.

Timmy was looking at me and Kyle with a strange expression I couldn’t name. Jealousy? Worry? Awe?

‘Keep breathing deeply in and out.’ Kyle ordered and pushed me a little closer. ‘You ready? Remember, don’t jump, just slide in gently and keep breathing. I’ll pull you out immediately if I have to okay?’ I felt Timmy’s eyes burning but ignored it. I nodded and looked down at the dark pool of water in front of my feet. I kneeled down and put my ankles in, then my whole legs. Fack this was cold. I forced my breathing to stay calm and lowered myself into the water.

‘You are doing great!’ I heard Kyes voice. My breathing got irregular and fast. ‘Relax.’ I focused on the sheet of ice in front of me and the pine trees covered in snow. My skin started tingling. Just when it started feeling good and my breathing steadied two pair of hands lifted me out of the water. I realized it was Kyle and Timothée. He was shaking his head but his eyes were sparkling and he began rubbing me with a blanket. Maybe it was the high from the cold but I felt so infinitely in awe with the beauty of his face. His eyes were bright like an ice-melted river, green like spring and focused solely on me. I felt beautiful and feminine under his gaze. Soft but strong.

I got into my clothing myself and once I was all packed we headed home. I wondered if there would ever come a time I got the space to tell him I broke up with my boyfriend. Timothée was walking next to Kiernan again. It stinged less. The cold swim had awaked my senses. Life was more than boys.

At home we made lunch and immediately headed out again to cut a Christmas tree.

Kiernan, I and Timothee spent the rest of the evening decorating it in the living room. When Kiernan got out of the living room to help Kyle with rolling pizza I grabbed my chance.

‘Hey Tim?’

He was hanging a glass maria on one of the branches and turned his head to face me. ‘Hmm?’

‘I had not found the oppurtunity to tell you but I…. broke up with Tom.’

He frowned. ‘What, why?’

‘It wasn’t working anymore, it was two weeks ago, I wanted to tell sooner.

‘Fahhhhck, you okay?’

‘Yeah I’m good.’

‘How’d he take it?’

‘Good, respectful, like he is.’ Timothée nodded. ‘If you want to talk more about it I’m here.’

‘Thank you.’

We got back to putting ornaments on the tree branches, the silence between us uncomfortable and full of unspoken words. When the tree was fully decorated he jumped off his chair and helped me down from mine, his hand firmly around my arm. Our bodies slid past each other. He chuckled awkwardly and let me go.

I thought about the rest of the night. I would be looking at his body, deep away in sleep. The curls that fell around his resting face, the steady breaths. His hands next to the pillow.

The following day we went skiing. Ricci stayed at my side as promised and tried his best but after a while he gave up. ‘Lets go sleighing.’ I nodded relieved, everything hurt.

We headed back and I noticed Timothée looking at us leaving. He was standing half-way on the hill. He waved. I waved back. What was he thinking?

That evening we were all sitting in the living room in front of the fireplace. It was our last evening together, Kiernan had to leave, her parents would be picking her up in the morning to visit her grandparents.

We were playing cards against humanity and drinking beers. As the evening progressed our boundaries got looser, our bodies closer and our minds more courageous. Tim and I formed a team and every time I had something right he would lift me in the air and yell ‘that’s my girl!’ while I was squealing to be put down. The fog seemed to have been lifted. He was the old Timmy again, playful and flirty, ruffling my hair and squeezing my cheeks.

When we headed to bed that night it was the first time we talked. I liked asking him things about life and his perspective on things. I had missed our rambling conversations. His mind was marvelous and vast and I could listen to his voice endlessly.

He got a little closer to me and observed my face.

‘If Kyle and Ricci leave as well tomorrow evening, do you want to stay for a couple of days? It might be fun.’ He seemed nervous, tracing his fingertips over the bedsheets. ‘We could watch bad Christmas movies together, right, and uhhh, we could go in town to my favorite bookstore and get warm chocolate.’ I laughed at his rambling and nodded. ‘Sure Tim.’

‘Good. We could also go watch wild deer in the forest and we can go ice skating…’

‘I will stay.’ I promised. We were talking softly even though we were alone in the room. I could feel the warmth vibrating through his skin from where I was lying and wanted so bad to snuggle into his arms. He turned on his back and I gave myself permission to look at him. His mouth was a little open. I wanted to kiss it. To trace his lips with my tongue. ‘I am cold.’ I whined and put my hand on his bare arm to prove it. He shivered. ‘Girl..’ I moved a little closer, making it seem like I’m turning but I was dangerously close now. His arm was in his neck and he stares up at the ceiling.

‘If I’ve acted weird the last couple of day…. I’m sorry.’

I am surprised with this. He bites his lip. ‘I was just…. I didn’t know what to feel.’ He turned on his side, cheek dropping down, looking at me intensely.

‘I’m still cold.’ Is all I could bring out.

‘You are still cold.’ He simply repeated my words but his voice was sweet and low and he looked so soft and kissable. My breathing stopped. We were so close I could feel him breathing. His eyes are lingering on my lips. ‘Come here.’ He spoke softly, a faint smile on his lips. I leaned a little forward trying to close the space and felt rosy just looking at him. His eyes were bright and awake and I felt like my heart was about to burst.

‘Closer.’ He breathed. And then in one swift motion he bent forward and kissed you.

He did it so tenderly your heart fluttered, his lips soft against yours. You leaned into his warmth, the cold slowly melting away like icicles at the touch of spring.

@daya1and1timo, @lonely-simp

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hiyadarlingirl · 2 years

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STOLEN KISSES

Context: You, female reader, and Timmy are life long friends. You have just broken up with your boyfriend but Timmy doesn’t know yet. You join him and a couple of his friends on a roadtrip to a chalet of Timothées uncle in Vermont to celebrate the weeks leading up to Christmas. Lots of snow, christmastrees, fireplaces stolen kisses and drama. Enjoy.

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warnings: fluff, lots of fluff

‘That’s okay.’ I’d replied. It was not my car and it was not my uncles house.

It still stinged.

I turned around in my bed, too comfortable and warm to leave just jet. I buried my face in my pillow, dreading the social interactions with people I was not familiar with and not having Timmy for myself. I had to turn my mood around or they were better off not bringing me. I slipped out of bed and into my soft slippers and started packing a bag. I did not have much winter clothing, living in a warm climate did not require many sweaters or thick jackets.

They picked me up early from the airport late in the afternoon.

‘Y/n!!’ Timmy shouted as he got out of the car to help me with my bag. I smiled, scanning the car seats to see who would join us. I saw Kiernan in the front and one guy in the backseat. ‘I can sit in the back’, Kiernan suggested.

‘That’s okay.’ I declined, though I had wanted to say yes.

I got in the backseat and Timothée got behind the wheel. ‘We have to pick up Jacob first.’ He said while turning on the engine.

‘If bet you 20 dollars he’s still sleeping.’ Kyle laughed.

‘It’s 12 in the afternoon.’

‘You underestimate his sleeping abilities Tim.’

When we pulled up at his house Jacob was sitting on his porch with a duffle bag between his legs.

Kyle rolled down the window and stuck his head out. ‘WHAT the hell are you wearing Jake.’ Jacob was wearing an orange puffer jacket and seemed to have been discount shopping at the kids section of target.

‘What about it?’ He opened the car door and squeezed himself next to Kyle. ‘I borrowed my bro’s jacket. He almost has the same size.’

‘Yea clearly, isn’t your brother 15.’

’13.’

‘Jezus, those sleeves come up to your elbows man.’ Timothée added, laughing hysterically from the front seat.

‘You’re the one to judge, are those ear muffs?’

‘Yes.’ Tim shrugged ‘It’s cold as tits out.’ He had started driving. The roadtrip had officially begun.

‘Did we bring beer?’ Kiernan asked.

‘Yes but no beer for you.’ Tim replied.

‘Why.’

‘Whenever you drink, Kiernan, you start dancing around like a little gnome. I cannot handle it anymore. Enough is enough.’

She fake slapped his face.

When we hit the 200 miles Jake got out a pack of question cards to pass the time. ‘Kyle, first question is for you. Biggest turn-off in a girl.’

‘I wouldn’t date a girl that’s dumber than me.’ Kyle replied

Tim snorted. ‘That’d be hard to find.’

‘Ey!’ Kyle threw a Doritos chip at his head but missed and hit the window instead.

‘And you yourself Jake?’ Kiernan asks.

‘As a guy who looks like he’s 5 months along I don’t really mind.’ He shrugs.

‘Speaking of girls, you got to hear this story guys.’

Timothée sighed. ‘Kyle is about to tell a story. This’ll take a while.’

‘Fuck off Tim this story is gold.’

‘Okay go on.’

‘So I was out last night with Ally and a couple of my mates. And this girl comes up to me while I’m having a smoke outside the club with a buddy of mine.

‘Let’s kiss.’ She orders again. ‘Come on, right now!’

I use the same lie as my buddy just did and tell her my wife is inside.

My cigarette is now just about done so with a straight face I take the final drag from it, exhale and say ‘piss yourself’.

She did. All over the parking lot.’

We laughed, loudly.

‘How do you always have these stories of girls wanting you.’ Jake groaned.

‘I can’t help it man. Good genes.’

‘It’s the way you dress man.’ Tim stepped in, keeping his eyes focused on the road.

‘What are you talking about’

‘You’re a beautiful man but you dress like a bride on a hobbit’s wedding.’

Jacob’s mouth dropped. ‘You son of a bitch. Not all of us can have a personal stylist like you.’

‘I don’t have a stylist.’ Tim replied.

‘Whatever.’

‘I have team of sylists.’ This sent Jacob over the edge. He grabbed him from behind while timmy started squealing like a child.

‘DON’T ATTACK THE DRIVER!

‘Do you remember that day we wanted to stay home and we put a thermostat to a lightbulb?’ Kyle was already laughing so hard he could barely get the words out.

Timothée was laughing along. ‘Yes and your mum didn’t buy it because it said our temperature was 140 F.’

****

‘I want my own room’ ‘That can be arranged.’ Tim replied. ‘Do you also want your own room Y/n?’ I shook my head. ‘No that’s okay.’ I held my breath. He turned around in his seat. ‘Is it okay if you share one with me?’ ‘Sure, no problem.’ ‘Okay we’ll be upstairs in the attic, second door on the right.’ I nodded and got out of the car to get my bag, shy with the prospect of sharing a bed with him.

‘Hello Y/n.’ His curls felt silky on my skin. He smelled like pear soap. I wondered if he started using a new shampoo. ‘Hi Timmy.’ I replied. ‘How are you, you’ve been quiet.’ He stated. ‘I have?‘ He was right. I had said next to nothing in the car, which was uncharacteristic of me. ‘Yes.’ He replied. His eyes were soft and I knew he was worried. ‘It’s totally okay. It’s just that you are different than usual. Everything okay? ‘Yeah just tired, but everything good,’ I replied. And it was. Now he was sitting next to me my body relaxed which freaked me out. My mood should not change so much by getting his attention, or lack there-off. He nodded. ‘Okay, good good.’

‘We are going out hunting!’ The boys exclaimed when I got back inside. They were all awake, sitting on the counter and jumping around. Kiernan was still in her pj’s.

‘I’ll stay home, I feel like baking.’ She replied.

‘You’re adorable Kier.’ Timothée hugged her playfully and ruffled her hair. I looked away quickly.

‘Y/n stays home with me, right?’ She smiled and reached out to grab my arm. Kiernan was hard to hate. I shrugged. Better than hunting.

The boys disappeared and a while later they returned with plaid jackets and old hunting guns.

‘You look ridiculous.’ I said. It was true, they looked like a pretentious Ralph Lauren add from 50 years back but without the glamour. They looked like grandpas.

Kyle shook his head. ‘Don’t listen to her boys. We look phenomenal.’

Jake agreed. ‘Yes lets go.’

I rolled my eyes. ‘Good luck!.’ I shouted at their backs as they stepped outside.

The two of us spent the afternoon baking bread. She taught me how to bind the dough with thin cotton threads to shape it and how to make small cuts to create simple patterns.

‘How typical that the females are cooking at home right.’ Kiernan laughed.

‘Yes, tomorrow we reverse the roles.’ I agreed.

‘Well I’m not complaining actually.’ She gestured to the window behind us. I followed her eyes. It was snowing heavily. I laughed. ‘Sucks. I thought it would start tomorrow’

‘Yeah, it’s quite unpredictable.’

‘Exciting.’

She nodded. ‘I’ll bet you anything they’ll come back all whiny and sad and showing off with all the nothing they have caught.’

‘Oh yes we’ll hear stories for years to come about how it wasn’t in any way their fault.’ I agree.

***

We turned out to be right. When they came through the door they looked like a bunch of frozen, whiny toddlers.

‘How’d it go.’ Kiernan asked, already chuckling.

‘It was okay…’ Kyle started. ‘It was just snowing really hard we could barely see anything and there weren’t any animals out actually.’

‘Just admit you caught nothing.’ She laughed. Kyle looked grumpy. Kiernan and I exchanged a look. There had not been changed that much over the past centuries.

Timothée, always in a good mood headed over to us in the kitchen. ‘What did you guys make?’ He asked. ‘Bread. The second batch is almost done.’ Kiernan replies.

‘Nice work.’ He squeezed her shoulder. Was I delusional or was he ignoring me completely. I frowned and leaned back against the counter.

‘We are starving.’ Jake stated.

Kiernan looked at him. ‘Okay?’

It was silent for a while. ‘You don’t expect us to cook do you.’ She asks.

He backed off, not wanting to start this impossible argument. ‘No…’

‘I’ll cook.’ Tim suggested. ‘I can make .’

Kiernan sighed. ‘I’ll help.’ He winked at her. It infuriated me. I looked outside. The snow was less severe.

‘I’m going for a walk.’

Timothée looked over at me. It was the first time we had locked eyes that whole day. ‘It’s getting dark Y/n.’

‘I’m just going to stretch out my limbs a little.’ I explain. He observes me, his eyes a little narrowed. He didn’t like it but couldn’t do anything about it so he nods. ‘Okay.’

‘I’ll go as well.’ Jake suggested, winking at me. I nodded. ‘Okay, let’s go.’

We walked around the house for a bit while the light faded away. A snowflake landed on my nose. I tried to lick it off. Jake looked at me and laughed. ‘Weirdo.’

‘What?’

‘Nothing.’ He smiled at me. ‘We can go skiing soon.’

‘You can ski?’

‘Yes. And I saw some ski attire in the shed, we could go together. All of us.’

‘I can’t ski.’

‘I’ll teach you.’

‘Okay.’ I replied. He’s nice, I thought. When the snowflakes grew thicker again we headed home.

***

Kyle and Jake are already up. ‘Y/n, we have a brilliant proposal. Let’s go….. ice-swimming.’

I yawned. ‘Are you crazy?’

‘No, its amazing, we do it every year.’

‘We’ll get hypothermia.’

‘No you get out before that happens. We’ve done it countless times.’

They looked at me with hopeful eyes.

‘Ask Kiernan.’ I replied.

‘She still sleeps.’

I hesitated. They saw it and grabbed the bate. ‘We know you want to.’ I was both afraid and intrigued. ‘Okay.’ I heard myself say.

‘Nice hon.’ Kyle smiled and jumped off the counter.

They wrote a note and it om the counter for Kiernan and Timmy, stating that we’d be at the lake this morning.

We wrapped ourselves thickly in jackets and sweaters and scarves and headed to a nearby lake. The guys were carrying ice-saws to cut through the thick layer of ice and make a wake for us to bathe in.

It took a lot longer than I anticipated. I had to jump up and down and even let Jake rub my shoulders to warm me up. It was a beautiful morning, the sky was clear and bright, stars just fading. I forgot for a moment what we were doing but then the hole was ready. I felt dread creep up in my throat.

After a minute or so he got out, shouting with joy.

‘THAT WAS AMAZING!!’

He was jumping up and down to get warm, his skin all red from the cold. He dried himself and got into his clothes while Jake was already doing the breathing exercises to get in. I was amazed with how little mental preparation they needed.

‘Come on Y/n, get ready.’ Kyle ordered while pulling a sweater of his head. His eyes were full of life which motivated me. I started peeling of my clothes layer by layer until I’m in my underwear. I don’t feel uncomfortable around them and start jumping up and down to stay warm.

When Jake got out of the water Kyle fully clothed and came up behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders. ‘Okay, breathe with me.’ I obliged. We stepped closer to the wake.

‘We are here, we’ll keep an eye on you.’ He reassures me. Then suddenly a familiar voice.

‘There you are.’ My head snapped to the right. Timothée and Kiernan were walking towards us with a quick pace. I realized how odd this had to look to them.

‘What on earth are you doing?’ Kiernan asked and frowned at my half-naked body.

‘Ice swimming. Y/n is going in now, right Y/n?’ I nodded bravely and stepped a little closer to the water.

Timmy was looking at me and Kyle with a strange expression I couldn’t name. Jealousy? Worry? Awe?

At home we made lunch and immediately headed out again to cut a Christmas tree.

Kiernan, I and Timothee spent the rest of the evening decorating it in the living room. When Kiernan got out of the living room to help Kyle with rolling pizza I grabbed my chance.

‘Hey Tim?’

He was hanging a glass maria on one of the branches and turned his head to face me. ‘Hmm?’

‘I had not found the oppurtunity to tell you but I…. broke up with Tom.’

He frowned. ‘What, why?’

‘It wasn’t working anymore, it was two weeks ago, I wanted to tell sooner.

‘Fahhhhck, you okay?’

‘Yeah I’m good.’

‘How’d he take it?’

‘Good, respectful, like he is.’ Timothée nodded. ‘If you want to talk more about it I’m here.’

‘Thank you.’

I thought about the rest of the night. I would be looking at his body, deep away in sleep. The curls that fell around his resting face, the steady breaths. His hands next to the pillow.

The following day we went skiing. Jake stayed at my side as promised and tried his best but after a while he gave up. ‘Lets go sleighing.’ I nodded relieved, everything hurt.

We headed back and I noticed Timothée looking at us leaving. He was standing half-way on the hill. He waved. I waved back. What was he thinking?

He got a little closer to me and observed my face.

‘If Kyle and Jake leave as well tomorrow evening, do you want to stay for a couple of days? It might be fun.’ He seemed nervous, tracing his fingertips over the bedsheets. ‘We could watch bad Christmas movies together, right, and uhhh, we could go in town to my favorite bookstore and get warm chocolate.’ I laughed at his rambling and nodded. ‘Sure Tim.’

‘Good. We could also go watch wild deer in the forest and we can go ice skating…’

‘If I’ve acted weird the last couple of day…. I’m sorry.’

I am surprised with this. He bites his lip. ‘I was just…. I didn’t know what to feel.’ He turned on his side, cheek dropping down, looking at me intensely.

‘I’m still cold.’ Is all I could bring out.

‘Closer.’ He breathed. And then in one swift motion he bent forward and kissed you.

He did it so tenderly your heart fluttered, his lips soft against yours. You leaned into his warmth, the cold slowly melting away like icicles at the touch of spring.

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The story is almost finished!! Comment on this if you want to be tagged! 💛

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When will we have part 6? I can not wait 🤭🤭

I will finish it tomorrow evening 💗🍐💗

Thanks for your support guys! Love ya xx

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PART 5

Hello sweethearts:)

Next part (part 6) will be the last one. It will be a long one and very cozy and christmassy and romantic. Please let me know if you are reading these, it motivates me a lot to write more. Maybe I’ll start a new series!

Xxxx Murphy

Timmy POV

I was sitting on the corner of her bed when she woke up.

I was surprised she didn’t flinch when she noticed me, there was no trace of fear to be found. It pleased me. I gave her a smile. When you have had an entire night to overthink the possibility of having lost someone you love there is a glossiness on their presence and a gratitude in seeing them do simple things, like breathing or hear their voice. I had been mad at her too but these feelings had dissolved completely when I saw her face in that hotel in Manhattan.

‘Ready?’ I asked.

‘Hell yes.’ Her voice was raspy but her eyes were bright and awake.

‘Good.’ I said and stood up. ‘Do you want coffee here or get some outside?’

‘Outside’

‘Excellent choice’

She chuckled and made a motion with her hand to tell me to get out of the room to let her change.

‘I’m going I’m going.’ I walked out and got into my jacket and a scarf. There were two gloves laying on the heater in the same color as the hat I’d given her. I wondered if she’d brought them from home or bought them in the city.

‘You can keep the hat if you want’ I told her when she joined me at the door. She just shook her head and tousled my hair.

‘You’re too good for this world Timmy I mean it.’

I just laughed and looked at the floor.

****

It was raining outside, too early for the snow to be lasting. It would come back in a couple of weeks.

We walked around Central Park with our coffees and I told her stories I had memorized, inside information about the history of the park. When Zendaya pointed to an information board in the northwest part of the park I told her the story of Seneca village.

I told her that in the 1820s when Central Park was yet to be put into existence most people lived in lower Manhattan, but after the abolition of slavery and a shortage in jobs it became unsafe for free black people to live in this area. They moved uptown to the hilly countryside and bought a piece of land and named it Seneca village. It soon became an integrated community. People of all ethnicities seemed to get along and through archeological findings it also seemed like the village was quite rich.

Unfortunately as the development of Central Park started the village got destroyed and its history forgotten until recent archeological excavations.

‘Imagine how many poc families would be in upper class by now if their properties weren’t demolished’ zendaya said after I finished talking.

‘Yeah crazy right.’

‘It’s weird to walk here now I know this. It feels like walking through something sacred.’

***

After Central Park I showed her my favorite pizza place, stone oven and hand made. We ate and talked and afterwards I brought her to a small cinema I used to come as a kid and we went in to watch a screening of lady bird. Halfway through the film Zendaya put her head on my shoulder. She didn’t say anything and I didn’t object. I wanted to wrap my arms around her so badly and interlace my fingers with hers but I didn’t move. I was glad we were close again and reminded myself I could never ask for more then friendship.

The next day Zendaya left to go home to LA. I was sulky and called some friends to spent the rest of the week with them instead of feeling sorry for myself and being on my own.

Zendaya and I didn’t talk a lot the following month, just a few how are you’s over text but then december came and my phone rang. I was in London at the time in a taxi and it was pouring outside making it hard for me to understand what she was trying to tell me.

‘Tom and I we.... I... it’s not fair to him. We had a great time but I had to tell him. I told him it’s over.’ She was rambling and talking so fast I had to fill in a lot of gaps. Did I hear this correctly or was I making this up. How could this have happened? They were so invested in eachother. Or at least I’d told myself this over and over.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked.

‘I’m good, yes. Where are you, what’s that noise.’

‘London, it’s raining.’

‘Ah. Too bad.’

‘Why?’

‘Oh nothing.’

I smiled. ‘Okay...’

‘Well actually I thought maybe I could come visit again? I miss New York and I need to get out of LA...’

‘Yes of course Zee.’

‘When can I come?’

‘I’ll be back next week but I have to return my uncles car that I borrowed, he lives in Vermont so it’ll be a bit of a drive. I’m not sure when I’ll be back from that, probably just before Christmas.’

She was quiet for a bit as though she was contemplating this. “Can I come?”

‘To Vermont?’

‘.....yes.’

‘Sure, yes of course.’

‘How long are we in the car for?’

‘Six hours or so, so we should probably crash there.’

‘Oh jezus.’

‘Yes it’s up north quite a bit.’

‘Won’t your uncle mind?.’

‘He lives in a huge cabin it won’t be a problem.’

‘Okay sounds like an adventure.’

‘It sure will be.’

@lonely-simp @daya1and1timo

TO BE CONTINUED

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hiyadarlingirl · 2 years

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PART 5

Hello sweethearts:)

Xxxx Murphy

Timmy POV

I was sitting on the corner of her bed when she woke up.

‘Ready?’ I asked.

‘Hell yes.’ Her voice was raspy but her eyes were bright and awake.

‘Good.’ I said and stood up. ‘Do you want coffee here or get some outside?’

‘Outside’

‘Excellent choice’

She chuckled and made a motion with her hand to tell me to get out of the room to let her change.

‘You can keep the hat if you want’ I told her when she joined me at the door. She just shook her head and tousled my hair.

‘You’re too good for this world Timmy I mean it.’

I just laughed and looked at the floor.

****

It was raining outside, too early for the snow to be lasting. It would come back in a couple of weeks.

Unfortunately as the development of Central Park started the village got destroyed and its history forgotten until recent archeological excavations.

‘Imagine how many poc families would be in upper class by now if their properties weren’t demolished’ zendaya said after I finished talking.

‘Yeah crazy right.’

‘It’s weird to walk here now I know this. It feels like walking through something sacred.’

***

The next day Zendaya left to go home to LA. I was sulky and called some friends to spent the rest of the week with them instead of feeling sorry for myself and being on my own.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked.

‘I’m good, yes. Where are you, what’s that noise.’

‘London, it’s raining.’

‘Ah. Too bad.’

‘Why?’

‘Oh nothing.’

I smiled. ‘Okay...’

‘Well actually I thought maybe I could come visit again? I miss New York and I need to get out of LA...’

‘Yes of course Zee.’

‘When can I come?’

She was quiet for a bit as though she was contemplating this. “Can I come?”

‘To Vermont?’

‘.....yes.’

‘Sure, yes of course.’

‘How long are we in the car for?’

‘Six hours or so, so we should probably crash there.’

‘Oh jezus.’

‘Yes it’s up north quite a bit.’

‘Won’t your uncle mind?.’

‘He lives in a huge cabin it won’t be a problem.’

‘Okay sounds like an adventure.’

‘It sure will be.’

@lonely-simp @daya1and1timo

TO BE CONTINUED

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