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itsbuckytm · 2 months

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Secret Admirer / Regulus Black

Summary: Regulus had always harbored a soft spot for a particular member of the Potter family. This individual stood in stark contrast to James, and being a Slytherin only seemed to fuel Regulus's obsession with the sibling who exuded a delicate scent of orchids.

P.S : English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any minor grammar errors. Enjoy!

Regulus had no intention in falling in love. Or was it all in his head?

God forbid he would need an excuse to glance in your direction or steal a look every now and then. The young man wasn't about to let you slip out of his sight so effortlessly. First, he had to admire every inch of your body, from head to toe. You were now his target, his prey.

He was well aware that this endeavor wouldn't be a simple one, especially considering you were the notorious sibling of James Potter himself.

Understanding your brother's protective nature, being associated with the Potter name wasn't exactly favorable, particularly from an ethical standpoint. Being a Slytherin only intensified matters, as it made you a target for Dark Wizards, much to James' dismay. For Regulus, this meant that even initiating a conversation with you posed a significant challenge.

Regulus remembered the very first time he had met you. Like every love cliché stories, it was during your first day at Hogwarts when your brother had been the light of everyone interest and Regulus had the chance to see your beautiful face exit the train and your hair seemingly blending itself with the wind. It was in that very moment that Regulus knew what falling in love was like.

Being a Black meant enduring Sirius's teasing at his whim, and with his family's significant legacy, observing his close rapport with the Potters, one might have considered themselves fortunate to easily encounter you during Potions class. You were slightly smaller than your brother, inviting mockery from him and his friends when reaching for higher objects, coupled with a persistent plea until the class's final moments. However, one time, Regulus seized the opportunity to intercept them before you. It was also the moment when both of you heard each other's voices. Your small “Thank you” and the smile you bestowed upon him were enough to stir butterflies in his stomach, followed by inevitable teasing from Sirius later that evening, as it became evident that your brother's attention was on the two of you.

After the initial encounter between Regulus and you in Potions class, James couldn't help but notice you two’s interactions. To his surprise, he found himself growing increasingly concerned as rumors circulated about Regulus's association with the Death Eaters, and perhaps even darker affiliations. As your brother, naturally, he wanted the best for you, but witnessing the potential dangers of Slytherin influence, it pained him to imagine you being ensnared by such influences. Little did he know, he was mistaken from the outset.

Regulus was undeniably a good person, a fact known to everyone. Yet, there was something about him that intrigued you even more. You couldn't help but notice from the outset the subtle glances he stole in your direction during class. Your friends occasionally teased about someone showing interest in you, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it, especially with your brother's constant reminders about keeping your distance from men, especially Slytherins like Regulus. Despite all this, Regulus was keenly aware that you were conscious of his attention towards you.

Despite your efforts to maintain complete innocence regarding your brother's request, you couldn't deny the temptation or the inevitable encounter with Regulus. Which meant, he couldn't resist drawing your full attention to him, resorting to leaving notes in specific places where you frequented. With his signature R.A.B.

As a result, you couldn't help but become somewhat frantic, eager to uncover the identity of your secret admirer. This lead to an interesting investigation between the two of you.

This though first was brought up during lunch at the Dinning Hall. While he was away in his book, he couldn’t help but to notice and hear clearly his name being whispered from your own mouth. From this very moment, he couldn’t stop but to dream how he had dreamed endless nights to hear your voice linger his name, begging for something you will get in return. How he would hold your hand seemingly, wondering off away from Hogsmeade to deep in the forbidden forest to admire the beautiful beasts you long wanted to discover amidst admitting it during class one time. Something he had not forget and it was these little details Regulus made sure of when the possibility of a real encounter.

The encounter unfolded within the confines of the Library. As you embarked on your quest to locate a book recommended by your teacher, one that aligned with your fascination for magical beasts, fortune smiled upon you as remnants of the coveted tome remained available. Despite its widespread popularity for research purposes. Your satisfaction was tinged with frustration as the book eluded your grasp, just beyond your reach. Regulus, perhaps guided by destiny, seized the opportunity to intersect your paths. As he reached for the book he sought, a familiar fragrance enveloping him—the scent of fresh orchids that had captivated him since your initial meeting. “Perhaps a little assistance is in order.” He remarked, his voice resonating with familiarity, reminiscent of your encounters in Potion class.

However, on this occasion, instead of flashing your customary smile, your eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected presence of the boy who might be your clandestine paramour. Despite the initial shock, you swiftly pushed aside such thoughts and donned your smile. Yet, your cheeks betrayed a different sentiment, flushing with warmth at the tender touch of his cold yet inviting fingers intertwining with yours. It had been an eternity since you had been in such close proximity to Regulus. Despite your inner turmoil and unspoken desires, you couldn't deny the longing for his company, and the warmth of his attentiveness towards you.

“Thank you…” Your voice, gentle and familiar, whispered to his ear, betraying your unmistakable affection for him. Regulus returned your smile with confidence, yet beneath the facade, a sly smirk danced across his lips as he handed you the book, placing it securely in your grasp. With a casual glance at the title, he feigned surprise, though inwardly he had anticipated your newfound research interest. “A fan of magical beasts as well?” He inquired, his tone softened, a deliberate effort to win the approval of your brother, something he knew he must secure to further his intentions.

“Yes.” You affirmed, though the realization of once again finding yourselves drawn together in such close quarters was a surprise even to you. Despite the shared space, your presence seemed merely a distraction to him, your brother's attention firmly fixed on Lily Evans. Nonetheless, Regulus seized every chance to revel in the pleasure of your company, carving out moments for just the two of you. The burgeoning attraction between you was becoming increasingly apparent. “Looks like we always meet in times when I am deed.” You confessed, acknowledging the truth of your words, yet Regulus finding this statement to be nearly impossible to resist the allure of such intense desire, passion. And intimacy with a man who embodied all these qualities.

As tempted as you were to acknowledge those thoughts, and even to acknowledge Regulus's correctness, you merely shrugged with feigned innocence. It was a quality that had captivated Regulus from the moment he first laid eyes on you. He longed to possess you entirely, to the extent that he would endure your brother's fury or the sight of the Potter girl tangled in Slytherin affairs. Regardless, his sole focus was to ensure that you belonged to him and him alone.

And much to his liking, James being in the same room just a few tables from afar your study had take knowledge of Regulus’s presence. How his thumb would be casually caressing your chin and lifting up slightly to have a the opportunity to feel his lips against yours. Just this once, and perhaps even more.

“You know…” His voice deepened, his warm breath grazing against your skin. In that moment, you realized you had been momentarily blinded by his actions, yet a stirring within you suggested that perhaps, like him, you were in love. In love with a man who sought justice and, undoubtedly, someone to cherish—a person with whom he could find solace and belonging. Regardless of your brother's approval, he remained unconcerned. “A little bird informed me that you've been receiving letters from a secret admirer. I couldn't help but be curious about their identity.” He confessed, his tone betraying a mix of intrigue and oblivious.

His voice, smooth as butter, dripped with both passion and curiosity, eager to uncover whether you knew the identity behind the mysterious letters. Despite harboring your own suspicions, you simply shrugged, a casual yet teasing smile playing on your lips. As he reciprocated with a gentle touch, his thumb grazing your chin, you sensed the tension radiating from your brother, torn between throwing a punch or holding back. Simultaneously, you were aware of your brother's intense gaze fixed upon you, even though your back was turned to him. In that moment, it was clear that he faced a choice: intervene or allow Regulus to kiss you.

“Don't,” Sirius mouthed the words silently, fully aware of Regulus's capabilities. If there was one thing he couldn't deny about his family’s qualities, it was the sincerity of Regulus’s feelings and intentions, especially when it came to the person he loved. Despite the complex dynamics between the Blacks and the Potters, whether as friends or foes, James couldn't bear to witness his sibling's sadness and envy once more. And so, with a resigned sigh, he chose to let it be. “Fine, but if he dares to break her heart. I won’t hesitate.”

As Regulus observed your eyes flickering from his gaze to his lips, he sensed a spark igniting between you. The way he spoke to you, the words conveyed on paper—it all pointed to one undeniable truth: your secret lover was none other than Regulus himself. A delicate smile accompanied by a soft chuckle escaped your lips, leaving Regulus slightly bewildered, prompting him to tilt his head in curiosity. “Though I may want to play the part of the suspicious and oblivious recipient of secret admirer letters, I believe I've unraveled the mystery.” You confessed with a hint of amusement.

Your confession alone was convincing, but it was Regulus's sigh that truly affirmed the man standing before you. He was undeniably your secret lover, unafraid to show his affection openly, even in the presence of your own brother. Regardless of family legacy or expectations, he cared not. As he drew near, the library eerily empty, his eyes never straying from yours, you felt the gentle brush of his lips before they melded into a long-awaited kiss—a kiss you both had yearned for, dreamed of, and finally shared.

Before you could even catch your breath, your fingers tenderly cupped his face, softly stroking his cheeks as he savored every moment of affection, his eyelids drifting shut. Then, your voice, sweet and longing, broke the silence. “Kiss me. Forever.”

Without hesitation, Regulus complied, pressing his lips to yours once again, unwilling to pull away until he sensed your brother's disdainful gaze. From that day forward, you became Regulus's other half, bound together by love and defiance.

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babyflorencee · 4 months

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Hair tie

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

I walked through the front door of my apartment to be met with silence and the darkness . The only revealing light was coming from the television that my boyfriend, Timothée, was currently staring at. He looked brained dead as he thoughtlessly clicked through multiple channels before settling for a hockey game.

I could see him fidgeting with the silver band that was on his index finger, looking as if he was going to fall asleep any minute now. I walked into the kitchen, placing my key ring into a glass bowl, before hanging my jacket up on the back of the chair. I rubbed my hands over my face in tiredness, trying to forget about the terrible events that occurred this evening. I jumped back in shock when I heard shuffling noises behind me. I quickly turned my head, letting out a sigh of relief when I saw that it was just Timothée. "How's the hockey game?" I asked, letting out a sigh as I walked over towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Boring," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"You were gone for a very long time. I was starting to get worried when you didn't answer my calls or my messages." I nodded before I mindlessly let go of him, walking away from him, the only thing on my mind was going to bed.

He let out a sigh, not liking the fact that he got ignored. I heard him following behind me as I walked into our bedroom, going into the connected bathroom to change out of my clothes.

Once I got changed, I walked over to the sink so I could wash my face. "Y/n, "he whined, hugging me tightly from behind.

I sighed, looking at him through the mirror. "Tim," I sternly said, watching him as he used his fingers to comb through my tangled hair.

He doesn't verbally respond, instead; he takes one of my black hair ties off of his wrists as he began to braid my hair. While I just stood there, my heart melting at the sight of the concentrated look on his face."Where did you get the hair tie from?" I jokingly asked as I crossed my arms.

"You left it on our bed,"

I nodded, leaning back into his chest as I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment. Once he finished, he put the braid over my shoulder, looking down at me with a proud smile on his face. I turned my head, placing a kiss to the bottom of his jaw, as he wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head into my neck.

"I love you," he whispered into my ear before kissing my cheek.

"I love you too," I whispered back, as I placed my hands into his, causing him to smile.

I turned around so that I could face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, burying my head into his chest, as I he rested his chin against my head. "Can we go to bed now?" I asked, wanting nothing more but to cuddle.

"Sure."

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userdagiva · 1 year

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Sweet tea in the summer

Cross my heart, won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face

I still got love for you

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destielholmes · 5 months

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DARKNESS 6 - Part 2

It was getting warmer by the second, my t-shirt was starting to glue to my body, and I just wanted to rip my jacket off. Isaac remained next to me, which confirmed his family was behind his appearance. I was happy he engaged with my little conversation – even if it was just a bit, even if his family made him be by my side – it still made me happy.

While I was struggling with my inability to control my discomfort from the heat and thought Isaac's little stay would end after I had my lunch, he proved me wrong as he told me to follow him outside. I tried to hide my sweating body from my parents as we walked outside. The faint breeze hit my face, which made me melt. I opened my jacket slightly to welcome it in, but it wasn't enough to satisfy my dehydrating body. The taste of the sweetness of the air made me want much more. I want to show you something. He told me as he watched me dissolve within the breeze. Heat wasn't a concern anymore, as he captivated me. I followed him, keeping a safe distance, afraid to scare him off with my voice or annoy him with my figure, I remained invisible. I wanted to explore his little world.

Through the trees we've been that same morning, skipping the blood that the ground drank, he took me away from my safety and closer to my desire. We walked for a while, the same skinny trees kept the landscape on our horizon, but I didn't know anymore where we were. I was lost in that forest, with only my captor to lead me out.

Whilst the fog seemed to be long gone, the heat kept rising, and I couldn't keep my composure. I had to show him again the marks he left on me, and I was afraid he would leave me. I took my jacket quietly, not to disturb his newfound patience. I tied my enemy to my waist and kept the pace. This far away from the house my parents wouldn't see.

When the trees started to fade a new place came to view. Much like my little friend, back at the old house, this one also shone to the sun. But unlike my little friend, Isaacs friend was much bigger, tranquil and unmoving. Down in a small quarry, surrounded by trees, was a lake. The water wasn't pristine blue, but I could still perceive the fish swimming around. A wooden deck was built at the side we came up through, which had a few things laying around, asserting it wasn't abandoned. Isaac helped me down past the rocks and to the lonesome deck. Down there, the air stood still, no wisp of breeze, only peace remained.

Isaac pulled off his shirt, forcing me to stop my cheeks from redden, averting my eyes from him. One more minute and you'll melt. He jumped in the greenish water, making it come to life. He wasn't wrong, I almost looked like I had already disturbed the quiet lake.

I took the jacket away from my waist and dropped it with the rest of the clutter, like he did, and jumped after him. The water wasn't too cold, just enough to take my warmness away. I opened my eyes to see the greenness void. I felt his movements though the waives he made. If I could've held my breath longer, I would have felt all of them. I came up to the surface where Isaac was waiting for my approval. I giggled with ecstasy, and he smiled – for the first time. I made certain to carve it into my memory, so I wouldn't forget this moment. He made me want to live so I could hope for another moment like that.

He turned around, diving into the new movement of the water; I followed. I'd dived deep into it, so I could touch the ground, to understand that it was real. Resurfacing with a found spirit of existence, I let out a scream of joy, that was answered with another scream from Isaac. It was pure bliss, another human communicating with me. Could I be normal too? I felt butterflies in my belly, coldness at the surface of my skin, I felt the air I was breathing... I was alive.

We laughed at our stupidness. I danced in the water, as the leaves danced in the air. I forgot about me.

I couldn't tell how long we stayed floating around, I wondered if I could stay there forever, but my wrinkled-up fingers told me no.

Isaac helped me out of the water, as the weight of my clothes pulled me back in.

I told him that was the most thrilling thing I've ever done. He smiled and handed me a chair. We sat in the sun's direction, waiting for the heat to hunt us again. We felt like completely different people. I wondered if he would let me be his friend. I stole a glimpse of him – water drops shining with the sunlight, glued to his body, others fleeing to the wooden floor. The image of the innocent young boy was being erased from my mind, replaced with him. His cut curls, his new framed features, his frowning face, his muscly body, his pleasant voice... I wanted to drown within him and his peculiarity.

I'm sorry. He spoke. I would have responded if I wasn't drunk with him. The bruises. He clarified. I wasn't sorry. They would keep you with me for as long as they dwelt. I told him not to worry, that I would keep them away from my parents.

He explained that it wasn't his intention to hurt me. I was afraid. He murmured.

I smiled, amused at his statement, and asked if he was afraid of me. He looked back at me – of course.

I pushed him for a reason, and although he didn't want to respond at first, he eventually told me. You took away my freedom.

Author's note: Thank you for reading! Btw I've edited all chapter on wattpad and fixed some spelling errors. I encourage you to read it all again because it's been a while too. Don't forget to support the story, like and comment. I would also appreciate if you could vote on the chapters on wattpad. Thank you!!

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t-marveland · 2 years

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 | timothée chalamet

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 192

Masterlist

C'était les répétitions pour la prochaine pièce de théâtre du lycée. Tu avais réussi ton audition et avais obtenu le premier rôle féminin. Juliette de la célèbre pièce de William Shakespeare. Cependant, les seuls Roméo qui s'étaient présenté aux auditions n'étaient pas fameux.

❝━ Mon unique amour a jailli de mon unique haine, je l'ai connu trop tard et vu trop tôt sans le connaître vraiment, prodigieux amour auquel je viens de naître qui m'oblige d'aimer un ennemi tant détesté. Jouas-tu.

━ Impose. Dit une voix dans la salle.

━ Pardon ? Dis-tu.

━ Tu t'es trompé. La réplique c'est : prodigieux amour auquel je viens de naître qui m'impose d'aimer un ennemi tant détesté.❞

Tous les regards étaient maintenant braqués sur ce jeune garçon portant une chemise à carreaux rouge, assis au quatrième rang avec un livre dans les mains.

❝━ Merci... Dis-tu.

━ Je crois que nous avons trouvé notre Roméo ! Cria le metteur en scène.❞

Je souris. Le brun devint rouge et rigola d'embarras. Il n'avait pas l'air de vouloir monter sur scène mais contre toute attente, il se laissa convaincre.

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gingersnappedsposts · 2 years

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A/N: Ok. This is the first piece of writing I'm sharing on here. It's also my first Timothee imagine so sorry if it's trash. I just had this idea in my head and couldn't sleep until i wrote it. Anyways let me know what you think

Trouble Sleeping

It’s nine o’clock when you finish your skincare. Applying your moisturizer and turning off the bathroom light as you head into the bedroom. Timothee is already undressed and in bed, reading over a new script.

“Did she go down alright?” you ask, crawling into your side of the bed.

“She had some trouble. I don’t think she was ready for bed yet.”

Your four year old had taken a long nap this afternoon and you worried she would have trouble falling asleep tonight.

“Well thank you for putting her to bed. Momma needed some alone time” you sighed as you cuddled into his shoulder, grabbing your latest book from the nightstand. He kissed your forehead as you both carried on with your own tasks.

Not even ten minutes later, you heard your door creak open accompanied by sniffles and tiny footsteps.

“M-Mommy” she cried.

“Aw babydoll. What’s wrong?” You pulled her into your lap, wiping away the tears that cascaded down her cheeks.

“I can’t sleep” she sobbed.

“Oh darling. You had a long day, huh?” she simply nodded as you cooed.

“You know baby. I bet if you ask daddy really nicely, he’ll read us a story.” Her face lit up like a christmas tree as your husband gave you the side eye.

She crawled across to sit in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She used her best puppy dog eyes, “Daddy, can you pretty pretty please read me and mommy a story?” She begged. He looked at her with pure love and adoration.

“You know I can’t resist that face. Do you wanna come help me pick one out, mon amour?” Her head bobbed vigorously as he carefully lifted her into the air, her body wrapped around him in a koala bear hug.

You giggled as he left the room and went back to your book.

She came running back into your room with “Where The Wild Things Are” clutched in her tiny hands.

“My favorite” you smiled down at her.

Timothee crawled back into bed and the little one laid her head in your lap as you gently stroked her hair.

“You ready?” he asked and we both nodded, smiling at him as he began to read.

By the end of the book, her sweet giggles turned into little snores as she drifted to sleep.

“She is just like her daddy.” you smiled, your heart full as your two babies snuggled up to you.

“Nuh uh!” he argued, but then smiled as he knew you were right. “Should we let her sleep with us, or should I put her back in her bed?”

“Put her back in her bead. Momma doesn’t like to share her teddy bear.” You winked at him. He laughed and placed a kiss on your lips before gently picking up his daughter and carefully carrying her back into her room.

He returned quietly and made his way to hover over you in the bed. “She may be just like me, but she gets those puppy dog eyes from you, my dear.”

“I can’t even argue with that. We sure did make a beautiful baby girl.”

He looked up at you with admiration and leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. You leaned into it, wanting to stay in this happiness forever.

“Let’s make another one.” he said as he came up from the kiss.

You sat up straight, not believing the words that came out of his mouth.

“What?” you said, in pure shock. You have talked about having more kids. Both of you wanting your daughter to have siblings and wanting to grow your family. But you hadn’t thought about that in awhile.

“Let’s make another baby. I want nothing more than to have more little you’s and little me’s running around. I love our little family more than anything and want to make it bigger.”

“You want to make another baby right now?”

He moved down to kiss your neck and you felt the heat between your legs begin to expand as you pictured all the things he could do to you..

“Right here and right now” he said as he moved down your body, kissing between your breasts and down to your navel.

“Ok” you said, beaming down at your husband as he made his way between your legs, leaving teasing kisses on the insides of your thighs. You ran your hand into his hair and exhaled. This is heaven.

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holding-on-to-smoke · 3 years

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My favorite actor

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madsoup13 · 3 years

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#call me by your name #thimothee imagine #thimothee chalamet #armie and timothée #armie hammer

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nothingthat · 3 years

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Es tan bello ✨

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allcopsarebakas · 4 years

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just did a good thing

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98shawns · 5 years

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one to ten. (t.c.)

ten times you love each other. ten out of countless.

words: 2522

warnings: nsfw, language, alcohol consumption

an: lol i know i’m a shawn blog but now this is my white boy blog so i can do what i want!! and timmy literally makes me want to cry he’s so sweet and cute i love him aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

o1: ritual.

“I love you.” Timothée’s voice is sweet as he smiles into the phrase. It’s a bidding of farewell as he leaves for his morning schedule, but when you turn the corner to see him off, he hadn’t even had the door opened.

Instead he was waiting for you; shoes on, with his hands in his pockets, and a grin on his face. You roll your eyes and walk over to him.

“Have a good day.” Your hands come to his shoulders to pull him into a kiss. His grin widens as you pull away, and he rested his hands on your forearms.

“You too.” He says, sliding a hand to reach yours to give your knuckles a small kiss.

You end up finally chasing him out with a laugh, but he leaves only thinking of you, and how he can’t wait for the end of the day to see you again.

o2: remedy.

“I love you.” You whisper the three words like a spell against the shell of Timothée’s ear and he can’t help but sigh. Today was horrible; stress and pressure had built towers upon his shoulders and he wouldn’t let them break down on him. Not in public at least.

He didn’t even take his jacket off when he fell face first into your bed, head landing straight into your lap.

Your fingers left the pages of your book to run through your boyfriend’s chocolate locks. Your heart ached as silence filled the room. You wished that you knew some sort of magic spell to wipe all his problems off the universe; but you couldn’t.

The closest thing to magic you knew how to do for Timothée was leave the bed for a moment to rummage through your dresser for an extra pair of clothes for him to change into. He hadn’t moved an inch when you came back but once he felt your gentle touch on his shoulder, he complied with your silent request to roll over and sit up.

You try to keep a neutral face as you stand between Timothée’s legs to bring him into a hug. You feel him sigh into your chest; where his head rested. His arms wrap around your middle and he gives you a squeeze.

Timothée finally cracks a smile when you pull away from the hug and bring your hands up to his cheeks to kiss his forehead.

He knows how sweet you are; how you wished you had solutions to all his problems, and how you hated that you didn’t. But that was okay with him. Being there to be with him at the end of the day was solution enough.

o3: spell.

“I love you,” He chants it desperately between pants against your lips. Almost as if he didn’t remind you every day. I love you. I love you. I love you. Like a spell he’d cast to make you his forever.

You casted the phrase back. I love you too. And gasp when you feel Timothée’s hands travel below the waistband of your shorts.

Two of his nimble fingers found themselves spreading your slit, and you find yourself grinding against his digits to feel some sort of relief.

“I’ve barely done anything and you’re already this wet for me…” He seems unaffected but you were hovering over his lap and felt his growing length pressing against your thigh. All you could do was bury your head into the crook of his head and nod.

The action makes him smirk as two of his digits slide into your core. You squeak and tense up at the sensation, and Timothée’s mouth lovingly finds your neck.

All he can think of is how much he loves this. He loves how sensitive you are. He loves how he knows that it’s so easy to get you riled up just because it was him. He loves how your hips buckle against his fingers when he curls them just how you like it. He loves how your juices drip over his digits and how your whole body shakes when he gets you off with just his fingers alone.

But he eventually wonders if it’s just because he simply loves everything that you do, because he finds you just as lovely as he positions his length at your core once you’d barely ridden out your high.

And when he hears your moans come out breathless and strangled once he moves his hips; he just finds you one thing: lovely.

o4: gratitude.

“I love you.” Timothée grins as he whispers it into your ear as you cry at his performance. His hands rub your arms as you try to stop your tears from falling, and you hit his chest as he laughs at you.

“You’re the most talented human alive.” You manage between sniffles and he feels like his smile has never been wider.

You’ve always been his number one supporter, and you were the reason why he loved his job so much. The way he could tell a story and move someone, anyone to tears with his art made him feel honoured.

But he doesn’t tell you that. Not when you were already a crying mess, at least. Instead he gazed at you thoughtfully, replies with a simple “Thank you.”, and wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

o5: calm.

“I love you…” It’s the first thing he says before suggesting that the two of you need to talk your problems out before you go off on a frenzy by accusing him of things that weren’t true. It was a rare occurrence, but useless fights are unavoidable in any relationship.

You try to keep a cool mind but everything felt like it was crashing down at once. Life was testing your boundaries by ruining everything you’ve worked hard for; and you and Timothée both knew that lashing out on him was just an excuse to blow off some steam.

You felt like you’d go insane if you admitted that you were in the wrong. So instead you don’t say anything, and he sighs.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you won’t tell me anything.” His eyes aren’t filled with any malice, just worry, and you begin to feel even worse. This wasn’t fair; not for him. You wouldn’t let life ruin the both of you either. Not when there wasn’t any need to.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You finally admit defeat, and Timothée sighs as he takes this as his cue to run his thumb underneath your eye to wipe away a stray tear. He wraps his arms around you and doesn’t pull away until he feels you do the same, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” His face relaxes. Relief. And you realize how lucky you are to have someone who knew how to be rational.

Somehow, your mind cools.

o6: beautiful.

“I love you,” it’s a whimper that falls from your lips as he thrusts into you. His name and other praises of affection leave your mouth; the mouth he loves so much, and he can’t help but bite down onto the skin of your neck as he takes you from behind.

“You’re such a good girl, you like being fucked from behind that much?” He grunts when your walls clench around his cock at his words. His hips rock faster and your voice becomes whinier.

“T-Timmy– I– I’m going to– I–“ Coherent sentences escape your mind and blur with pleasure when Timothée’s nimble fingers find your clit. He knows what you want and you’ve been patient with him. He has every intention of giving you what you're going crazy for.

“Cum for me,” He moans, lips latching onto the side of your neck as his thrusts became sloppier and his fingers moved more urgently.

You cry out as his hips slammed against your ass a few more times, and the knot in your stomach becomes undone. Your upper half collapses onto the bed as Timothée’s movements become slower to help you ride out your high.

But you barely catch your breath when Timothée pulls out and flips you onto your back. His eyes were still dark as he studied your face, with your eyes glazed over and half open, and swollen lips parted while you panted for air.

“You’re so beautiful… I love you so fucking much...” He murmurs to himself more than anyone before giving you what felt like the hundredth kiss than night.

He sucks on your bottom lip as he spreads your legs, and you mentally hit yourself for thinking that Timothée was anywhere close to being done with you for the night.

o7: plenty.

“I love you.” It’s said against your ear, but trapped inside your phone. All Timothée could do was frown when you tell him that you love him back in a raspy voice.

The only horrible thing about shooting globally was that he wouldn’t be able to see you for weeks; maybe months on end. He missed important days like birthdays and anniversaries with no mercy from his production crew; but this is what he signed up for so he wouldn’t complain. He loves what he does, after all.

And he’s glad that you understand. You always remind him that you’re just a call away, and he knows you’re right but it still never sits well with him when he can’t hold you in his arms. Especially when you need him most.

But he tries his best, and that’s all you need.

o8: care.

“I love you!” Timothée chuckles as you drunkenly pepper kisses onto his face the second he opens the door to welcome you home. He holds you by your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him into a deep kiss.

He smiles; alcohol from your staff party lingers on your clothes and tongue but he still could only find you that much lovelier. He knew you were an inherently affectionate person since birth, but your shyness always dissipates in beer bottles and tequila shots.

“Hey, you’re really hot. Can we do it?” You pull back and ask breathlessly. It takes him a few moments to process your request, but when he does he’s speechless. All he does is laugh before sweeping the hair falling in your face and cupping your cheeks.

“No. Doing it is a no no if you’re this drunk, but we can get you to bed instead. I swear it will feel equally as amazing.” He suggests, smiling when you pout before dragging you towards your bedroom.

“Well if it’s a no then why’re you taking my clothes off?” You slur your words as Timothée helps you step out of your outfit. You comply when he sits you down at the edge of your bed before pulling out more comfortable clothes for you to sleep in.

“Don’t go to sleep yet,” He laughs when your eyes start drooping right after he helps you into your pyjamas. You barely notice him disappearing into the kitchen until he comes back with a glass of water and an aspirin. You groan when he makes you consume both of them to completion, but he’s indifferent as he tucks you into bed.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?” You whisper, still drunk but still somehow so lovely in Timothee’s eyes. He grins and pecks your forehead, cheeks, nose, and eventually lips before whispering a goodnight.

And a final I love you is the last thing you hear when you’re finally lulled off to sleep.

o9: tender.

“I love you.” You giggle as Timothée pulls you into him, and the couch sinks as you straddle his lap. He smiles into the kiss he gives you as his hands slide up your thighs.

He’s in the middle of unbuttoning your blouse when he pulls away to stare at you. His eyes turn into crescents as he smiles at you, and you scoff.

“What?” You ask, pushing his curls out of his face. Timothée shrugs before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You're just... really beautiful, is all.” He says. Almost innocently.

You melt at his words and kiss his forehead. He chuckles and finally slides your shirt off your shoulders before connecting his lips to the crook of your neck.

You squeal as he gently pushes you down onto your back, and before you know it his lips are on yours again, kissing you before slowly pulling away.

“I love you,” He whispers. You stare into his eyes and smile. You believed it more than anything.

10: first.

“I love you!” Timothée revels at how much he says it casually nowadays. He says it for simple reasons, like when he wakes up and you’re the first thing he sees, or when you tell him that you’d pick up milk for him before you get home over the phone. There was no real reason as to why he even said it any more other than that he loved you at every moment.

He always smiles to himself when he remembers when the two of you first exchanged the three words. You were the first to break, only one month into your relationship when you were seeing him off after a night in at your apartment.

The two of you agreed to take it slow but when you somehow kissed him goodbye before casually telling him, “Bye, love you.”, he was over the moon. He tried not to make a big deal out of the thoughtless comment, only giving you a wide grin as he gave you one last kiss before leaving.

A text ensued right when he got back to his apartment.

My Baby[00:03]:

Hey! Sorry if that was weird when you left. I know that we agreed to take it slow but tonight was just so fun, it just kind of slipped out… I hope you weren’t too put off by it. Sorry again.

Back at your apartment, you were banging your head against the wall when he didn’t respond, even twenty minutes later. He was weirded out. You knew it. You just liked him so much… he made you so happy that you couldn’t help yourself.

A knock at your door snapped you out of your self-loathing and you wondered why anyone would do such a thing at 12:30 in the morning. But when you answered, you couldn’t even process when Timothée lunged towards you to give you a kiss. You stumble back but he steadied you by wrapping an arm around your waist.

He pulled back, breathless, and laughed when he saw that your eyes had popped out of their sockets. He brought a hand up to one of your flushed cheeks. He knew you’d be surprised that he came back, but part of him also knew that he had to say it back in person.

“I love you, too.”

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