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the photo booth ༊*·˚
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synopsis: in which you and timothée are taking photos in a photo booth and you tell him that you love him for the first time right before the picture is taken
The secret was out. You and Timothée were officially dating according to all the Internet’s gossip blogs. Apparently, someone had spotted you in New York at a cinema and decided to capture the moment.
It was your birthday and Timothée knew how much you loved going to the theater, so, after extensive research, he found a place where there was a six-hour tribute to your favorite director. He didn’t really like the director, never understood them, and most definitely had no desire to sit for six hours in the uncomfortable cinema seat. However, he was going to endure, because he bought tickets for a different cause, to watch a six-hour tribute of you staring at the screen.
But it was the damn moment he decided to pull you closer and press a kiss to the side of your mouth - he really couldn't help it - when he heard the clicking sound of a phone camera coming from the back. He turned around, annoyance painted on his face as he noticed two girls in the back seats lowering their phones and whispering something to each other.
The same night, the whole Internet knew.
At first, you were both freaked out, drowned by the mess that was prevailing online and the fans that were going feral. Not that it really mattered what people thought about your relationship or the assumptions they were making about how serious it was or how long it was going to last, but you were relieved watching that most of the responses you got were positive.
So, instead of hiding it for fear of getting caught, you decided to embrace it and do all the things you wanted to do like a normal couple. Besides, you weren’t criminals, you were young and in love.
At least you were in love, very much in fact, that you were desperately trying to find a proper way to express your feelings for days. You weren't really looking for a response. You just wanted to let him know that you loved him, that you cared for him so much to the point of love.
« You’ve been awfully quiet for quite a while now, » Timothée said as you walked down crowded streets hand in hand, fingers tightly intertwined together, touching the other’s soft skin.
Your 35mm had run out of film so you were on your way to the nearest film shop, which wasn’t very close to Tim’s house but it didn’t matter because you loved taking long walks; the autumn air fanning on your face, pulling back your hair, and the small chills running down your spine. Also, New York was really pretty in autumn (if you removed the smell of urine and shit); fewer crowds, red trees, leaves filling the streets.
« Me? », you looked up at him with a hint of amusement in your gaze at his observation and the tiniest smile.
« Yeah, what’s wrong? », he chuckled eyes fixed on you, biting his lips. You didn't respond for a moment turning your stare to the ground. Timothée gulped, still staring at you eager to find out what was disturbing your mind the last days.
« Nothing’s wrong, » you mumbled.
The thing about Timothée was that he always believed you were way out of his league and he got way too lucky to find you, a friend and a partner all at once. Being with you was so comfortable and familiar, as if he knew you his whole life. Everything felt so natural when you were together. You were the perfect balance, you were the Yin to his Yang, one completing the other.
And the truth was that your relationship wasn’t just about balance, comfort, and ease, it was also about love - mostly about love.
Timothée had never told you how much he loved you, though he was sure that it was going to slip out of his mouth at some point, but for the moment he was just too scared of losing you, that his tongue was tangled in knots only at the thought.
« You think I don’t know when my baby is being troubled? » Your lips lightly pouted at the sound of him calling you ‘baby’ and you tied your arms higher on his bicep leaning closer to press a kiss on his shoulder. « Come on, did I do something? Was I acting like a dick? », he smiled.
« You weren’t acting like a dick, » you laughed a little getting closer to his warm body. « Quite the opposite, actually. »
« Oh, » he furrowed his brows getting the fallen pieces of hair out of your face. « Alright then. » Noticing his expression you leaned your head to the side.
« Really, » you added, « nothing's wrong. » He just pressed his lips together, burying his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.
« If you say so, I believe you, » he forced a smile, as sweet as possible to hide his concern. Even though Timothée was an actor, one of the best, in reality, he wasn't really good with lies. You could hear it in his voice that he was pretending but decided to ignore it, at least for the moment, and bring it up when you got back home.
« We’re here, » you pointed with your head at the camera store.
« They have a photo booth, » Tim noticed as you both walked inside. « Fun fact, I’ve never taken photos in one of those. »
« Really? », you widened your eyes in surprise.
« Yeah, » he chuckled at your expression.
« Then, we should definitely get some pictures, » you said with a smile. He kissed your head once, the intoxicating smell of your honey, cinnamon shampoo filling his nostrils.
You both greeted the employee as you moved further inside looking for roll films. Timmy wandered around the place with his hoodie on, while you crouched in front of some stands searching for the very basic Kodak Portra 400.
You were skilled (and by skilled I mean you've been in that store countless times,) so it didn't take long for you to find it. Quickly you paid for your rolls and you dragged Timothée to the photo booth.
« You are so cute, » you said making him chuckle as you lowered his hoodie and ruffled his curls a little. He watched you fixing his hair, but the thoughts he was having were overwhelming so he breathed out before speaking again.
« Sorry, I have to ask again but- », he held your hands close to his chest, gaze slowly falling down, « I just feel like the last couple of days something’s going on. »
« Timothée, » you said in a serious tone, as his grip relaxed and your hands slithered to the back of his neck. « Everything is fine between us. More than fine. »
« You’re sure? », his eyes widened holding your wrists. You nodded.
« One thousand percent sure. Now, let’s get our pics! »
You put in some coins, closing the red curtain behind you. Tim pulled you into his lap and you grinned goofily hearing the clicking of the camera.
Maybe it was just his cute expressions, his smell, the way he was holding you so tightly and reassuringly telling you ‘I’m here, I’ll always be here,’ or that you didn’t want him to think something was off in your relationship, that just couldn't restrain you from telling him. All these days, you were trying so hard to find the perfect, the most romantic moment to let him know, but you couldn't wait any longer. You wanted him to know.
You looked at him deeply making him return the stare.
« Okay, you want to know what's going on? » With these words, Tim’s brows lightly furrowed but quickly bobbed his head. « I love you. » You pressed your mouth shut in an attempt to hide a growing grin as you looked at Timothée’s surprised face which quickly heated up flaming red, lips separated and eyebrows slightly raised. You couldn’t help but laugh forgetting about the clicking sound in the back.
« You love me, » Tim repeated slowly before you touched his mouth with your lips and he stayed there too shocked and frozen to reply to your sweet kiss.
« Look at you! », you pointed at him as you got the four pictures in your hands. Timothée was still jaw-dropped. He truly believed for a few moments that you were going to break up with him. He didn’t give any attention to the photos instead kept staring at your cheerful face. « Your face! You are so- »
« I love you too, » Tim finally spoke. Your expression softened raising your stare and slowly smiling at him. « Very much. » He nodded eagerly.
« Okay, » you bit your lower lip watching the huge grin on his face and the way he clenched his jaw. The moment your eyes met he couldn’t help but look away. Timothée approached you to see the pics, hands wrapped around your waist, head on your shoulder as he pressed a kiss on your neck leaving a ‘mwah’ sound that only made you giggle.
« Okay. »