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Hello! Will you write a part 2 for “it was you all along”? I really want to see reader have the happiness she deserves. Maybe timmy can make her open an instagram account for herself and and her fans would be so happy and ofc her ex would be mad. If you don’t want that that’s totally fine!! Have a good day ❤️
it was you all along ༊*·˚
part ii
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yninstagram: yooooo i HAD to be the first post 😗 *everyone thank me for making y/n an instagram account
tchalamet added post to his story
ynfan38: OH MY GOD!! IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING???
ynfan93: can't believe we needed timo to make our girl join instagram
timotheefan66: i love him so much <3
zendaya: does y/n know u r posting pics of yourself?
yninstagram: i'm not that sneaky... or am i 🙃
zendaya: yeah.. she has no idea
timotheefan3: can't believe he liked his own photo 🤣
ynfan58: does this mean we're going to get more y/n content?
timothee71: IDK WHAT TO COMMENT FIRST!!
tayrussell: where is my baby y/n?
yninstagram: getting ready for the afterparty. i'm in charge now 😈
ynfan29: i wanted them to win :(
timothee45: i was disappointed too
ynfan75: i'm so happy that y/n feels more comfortable sharing more things with us
timotheefan20: it's so clear that they make each other so happy
ynfan74: wait r they together?
timotheefan54: idk but they definitely look comfortable with each other
timotheefan35: wasn't y/n dating paolo scotti?
ynfan21: u r a few episodes behind bro. haven't u seen the video?
timothee13: video?
ynfan21: paolo cheated on y/n
timothee13: WHO ON EARTH WOULD CHEAT ON Y/N?
ynfan21: I KNOW RIGHT?
florencepugh: favorite losers
yninstagram: too early for jokes :(
ynfan9: guys have u seen the interview? they are so sweet
timotheefan34: what interview?
ynfan9: y/n said that she'd be happier for tim to win than herself
timotheefan34: she's so cute. she deserves the world 🥹💕
timotheefan52: i really hope they're together
ynfan77: YES i love them!!
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« I swear to God, I'm never going to forgive you for making my phone ring every two seconds. » Just as you finished your sentence the Instagram notification sound was heard. Timothée grinned looking at how you took a deep breath and started biting your lips. « I'm going to kill you in your sleep, I swear, » you mumbled.
« You just need to turn off the notifications, dummy, » he chuckled taking your phone in his hands, going to the settings, and turning off your Instagram notifications. « Even my grandma knows that, » Tim murmured giving it back to you.
« I know how to turn off my notifications, » you said looking down at your phone. Timothée smiled and leaned to catch your gaze.
« Yeah, I'm sure about that.» You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Tim imitated your reaction in a more dramatic tone.
« Silly, » you shook his shoulder. He smiled while looking outside of the car. « We have to be prepared for our little performance. »
« We are naturals, we don't need to be prepared. » Your eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, a smile slowly growing on your face.
Honestly, you didn't need to put in much effort. You were both great actors and everything was coming out so naturally. Luca used to say that you two were definitely together in another life or a parallel universe because there was no way you could act so convincingly. You could still hear Timothée leaving that awkward laugh that made you always smile.
Maybe it was just the way you looked at each other. When his green orbs met yours, they would always stay there for a few seconds like electrons and protons met but were forced to separate for reasons that no human brain could apprehend. You were very magnetic for each other and that was always there even if you were acting or you were just out for coffee.
« We are here, » the driver said.
« Thanks, » you both told him. Timothée motioned his hand for you to stay at your place.
« I'm opening your door, » he said. « Darling, » he raised his brows and smiled at you cheekily. You grinned at yourself fixing your clothes. He opened the door and slightly bowed to you before giving you his hand to help.
« Too much, » you mouthed to him and raised your brows.
« Sorry I have manners, » Tim leaned closer to whisper to your ear.
« Sorry I have manners, » you mimicked him.
« Oh, shut up, » he covered your face with his hand before wrapping his hand around your waist and pressing his lips on your cheek. You laughed touching the hand that was around you.
You posed in front of the photographers, both together and separately. After that, you were still together. You were magnets after all.
« Oh man, » Timothée said his arm around your neck, his fingers falling on your collarbone. « I forgot how awful the food is here. »
« Burgers on me later, » you said. Timothée curled up his nose into a smile. « What, you saw Christian Bale and you're going to fangirl again? », you asked.
« No! », Timothée shook his head. « Though, » he moved his hand while speaking, « there is absolutely nothing wrong about fangirling over Christian Bale. »
« Look, » you replied in a more serious tone, « it's fine fangirling over Christian Bale, but if you do it more than three times, » you side-eyed him, « people will start suspecting that you're in love with him. »
« Very supportive, » he made you chuckle.
« That's me, » you forced a smile as he lightly ruffled your hair.
« Hey, you know what we should do? We should have a quick look around at the place. »
« Oh! », you smiled biting your lips. « Yes, we should definitely do that. »
You and Timothée started walking around the hotel, laughing at random comments you were both making. Timothée didn't set you free, his arm still wrapped around you. But no complaint was made by your side since you pretty much enjoyed it.
He smelled so nice. It reminded you of something so familiar, like your home. It was vanilla mixed with oranges and cloves and something warm. You couldn't stop smiling. Timothée was making you feel so serene.
« Oh my God, » he said as he tangled his fingers around your palm, pulled you by the hand, and led you to the end of the corridor where was a pianoforte. He quickly took a seat in front of it and glanced at the other way concerned.
« Play something... if you can, of course, » you raised your brow. He clenched his jaw to prevent his grin and tried to sound smooth.
« You think I can't? », he asked. You shrugged taking a seat next to him.
« I don't know, maybe your piano skills have faded over the years... »
« Wanna bet? », he bit his lips. You smiled looking into his eyes. You were so close, you've never been this close outside of work. That was probably the only time Timothée didn't stay longer in your eyes, his stare falling immediately to your lips. His mouth half-opened but then shook his head and sat better. You just smiled and looked down at your lap.
You couldn't have imagined that little moment between you, that spark jumping from his eyes to your lips.
« Bach is an amateur in front of me, » Tim said as his fingers pressed against the piano keys, playing a sweet melody. Your head slowly fell on his shoulder hearing the magic coming out of the instrument. Every now and then he turned his head in your direction, looking at the way, you couldn't stop staring at him or glaring at you when you pressed a random note and messed with his song.
« Timothée, » you said once he was over.
« What? », he smiled.
« I feel like I'm monopolizing you, » you chuckled. He unconsciously smiled back at you.
« I wish you did, » he bit his lips a little.
« Oh, come on, » you shook his shoulder. « Let's go get drinks. »
« Fine, » he said.
You returned back to the main room where almost everyone was gathered. You stopped to talk to some people. Timothée after a while tapped your back.
« I'm getting us drinks, » he told you. You nodded happily.
But your laugh slowly faded away as you noticed Paolo staring at you while talking to Steven Spielberg and his wife, who were clearly looking around trying to find a way out. Your lips were pressed together as he looked at you with a smirk and then his eyes moved to Timothée who was walking away, the smirk being replaced by a dead-face look.
You hated that after everything, he still had an effect on you. And you hated, even more, yourself for letting him under your skin. You were so fucking blinded and stupid, that didn't end things earlier. Paolo kindly excused himself and moved towards you, pulling lightly your forearm and separating you from the group of people. You didn't want to make a scene in front of them, so you let him lead you to a corner.
« Oh God, what sins am I paying for? », you looked up. Paolo froze for a moment.
« Hi, Y/N, » he said.
« Hi, » you said back and breathed heavily.
« You should've won, you deserved it, » he nodded eagerly. He had lost as well, but you didn't respond. « But you know that only being nominated it's an achievement by itself. » You smiled.
« Yes, that's funny because I was worried my career was going to be destroyed after a romance movie. »
« Y/N... », he looked at you pleadingly.
« What do you want Paolo? I thought I made it pretty clear that I want nothing to do with you. »
« You can't just do this to me, Y/N, » Paolo shook his head. « You can't destroy all these times we spent together in just one moment. »
« It was me who destroyed our relationship in just one moment? », you asked calmly. « You are a fucking asshole. »
« Okay, I-I'll take it on me. It was all my fault, but it was just one moment of weakness. I was completely pissed, I didn't know where the fuck I was or what I was doing, believe me. » You clenched your jaw in your attempt to keep a straight face. « Please, forgive me, and let's forget this ever happened. »
« I believe you and I forgive you for kissing that random girl, » you said. Paolo smiled thankfully and tried to close the distance, but your hand separated you. « But I will never forgive you for the way you treated me. From the moment this relationship started, you were nothing but a pretentious manipulative asshole that always wanted to do things his way or nothing. I spent so much time with you, I lost myself, my dignity, my career was held back... I- I don't know anymore, Paolo. »
« You are being unfair, » he shook his head. « We love each other. It was love at first sight, remember? You always said you loved me from the moment you looked at me. »
« Well, I should've looked at you twice, » you hit his shoulder walking away. « You are a fucking hypocrite, » he said then. You stopped walking and he was there, right behind you when you turned around. « It's all because of that guy that fucked a fucking peach. Posting photos and acting all happy together. I bet you had already fucked him long before I kissed that girl. »
« Don't even dare say that ever again, you asshole, » you pressed your lips shut, anger drawn in your face. « You made me so fucking miserable that even smiling felt uncomfortable, you douchebag. And keep Timothée out of your fucking mouth. He makes me happy. I am happy with him! »
« Y/N? », Timothée asked walking beside you. You gulped looking at him with two drinks in his hands.
« Well, » Paolo glanced at Tim up and down, then at you while clenching his jaw. « I guess this is it. »
«You guess? », you asked with a sarcastic smile. « You can be sure about it. »
Paolo pressed his lips and left you and Timothée alone. Tim walked closer to you giving you your drink. He then wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
« I-I'm going to get some air, » you moved away from him. You got out of the hotel, your lungs filling with oxygen again as the wind pulled your hair. You walked down the stairs, your head pounding as if someone was hitting you with a hammer, and sat down. You pulled your legs closer to your core and buried your head between your legs.
Timothée was standing still for a few seconds, his eyes in the direction where you disappeared. He wasn't sure if he should follow or not, but he knew one thing. He wanted to be with you and you had to know this.
So, he took the direction with uncertainty, going out of the hotel to find you. He saw you sitting there all alone and without speaking, sat beside you.
You tilted your head to the side until it touched his chest, tears falling down your eyes as you shook your forehead against his warmth. Timothée left his glass to the stairs next to yours and pulled you closer holding your back and caressing your hair lovingly.
« Y/N, » he held your head. Your gaze couldn't meet his but he still shoved the tears away from your cheeks and leaned his head to your side so he could catch your eyes. « It hurts seeing you cry for him. »
« I'm not crying for him, Timothée, » you shook your head pressing your lips so you didn't spread any more tears. « I wasted so much time being unhappy. »
« Don't think about that. Everything's over. » You smiled softly and nodded.
« Yes, » you said. Timothée smiled back at you.
« Can I make you a question? », he asked.
« Yes, » you laughed this time. Tim breathed out heavily and looked away.
« While I was waiting for our drinks, I watched your interview. »
« My interview? », you shook your head smiling as much as the situation let you again.
« You- », he gulped. « You said you'd be happier for me to win than you'd be for yourself. »
« I did say that, » you chuckled rubbing your eyes.
« Did you mean it or you said for I don't know. »
« Of course, I meant it Timothée, » you touched his hand that was balancing on his knee. He turned his head to you. « You always make me so happy and that, for some reason, makes me twice as happy for you. » His lips parted at your words that made and didn't make sense.
« Okay, » he pressed his eyes shut to take courage and then opened them again. "If the answer is no, let's just say I'm too drunk, okay?"
« Okay, » you said unsurely.
« Can I kiss you? » You froze for a few seconds and stayed there looking at him. « Oh fuck, » he pulled his hair back, his whole face turning red. « Y/N, I- » Without finishing his sentence you pressed his lips with yours.
Your eyes were sealed tight as you kissed slowly, lips brushing against each other, biting and licking the skin. Once you pulled back you both stared at the space between the two of you breathing.
Timothée chuckled causing you to smile too as he leaned to kiss you again, feeling like he didn't have enough of you already. He held your neck as you tangled your fingers between his curls.
You smiled against his lips as you backed away, with him trying to chase your lips. He pressed one last kiss to the side of your mouth, leaving a 'mwah' sound, and then pulled back too.
« What about that burger? », you asked.
rainy day ༊*·˚
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synopsis: it’s a rainy day and you are bored, so you decide to watch a movie with your kids
It was a rainy day; the world blurred. A dusty sky with its veiled hush was covering like a blanket the already dead calm.
Your stare was fixed at the window, watching droplets drip down, as young winds whispered at the glass surface. A huge smokey shadow covered the buildings around, deepening their color, while showering the trees at the glistering road, pattering sharply on their leaves.
No one had warned you about the sudden change of weather in the middle of summer.
It was one of those days, calendars blank and empty and telephones off. You could go nowhere because of the weather and you could do nothing but keep watching this otherworldly winter unravelling in front of you.
Earlier Timothée was so bored that he asked you to cut his hair - just a little - and you made him cut yours back. And now you both sat at the kitchen table, eating some leftover spaghetti while discussing your upcoming vacation.
It was mysteriously cold, so cold that Timothée took off his sweater and offered it to you. Wet hair was pinching your neck and hands were deeply buried in the sleeves, trapped between dark blue knots. You were both so tired and bored, eyes almost closing. The only light that entered the room was these faint altered rays, lining the furniture and making shadows jump up and down.
Flip-flops clapping against the floor broke the hypnotizing atmosphere. Before your eyes even turned to the door, you both knew that those little steps belonged to your daughter, Irene. She was always running, as if someone was chasing her.
« Baby ! », Timothée called her in a melodious tone. He pressed his lips into a grin when she popped at the door.
« Hello ! », you opened your mouth into a surprised smile.
« I’m bored ! », she whined desperately.
« Bored ? », he asked, like he just heard the craziest conspiracy theory, and stood up from his chair to open the lights.
The room burst with blinding rays, so blinding that you had to squint your eyes.
« Yeah, » she pouted her mouth and raised her hands in Tim’s direction. He took her in his arms, letting her claw tight onto his chest, fingers slowly drifting on the back of his neck and fumbling on the silver chain that hung around him.
« What do you wanna do ? », he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing on her shoulder.
« I don’t know, » Irene mumbled.
You couldn’t restrain your smile, and even though you didn’t participate in that sweet father-daughter moment, you felt your heart steeping pure happiness. And suddenly, you were alive, and awake, and full of energy. The same spark that appeared in your eyes, you could see it in Timothée’s as well. It was magical how your kids could change your entire mood by just appearing in a room and whining about being bored.
« You don’t know ? », Tim asked softly, pulling some roots of hair behind her ears. « We can do something all together. Mom and I are bored too. »
« Ren, where is your brother ? », you asked then. She slightly raised her eyes at you and shrugged.
« Don’t know, » she mumbled with her sweet childish voice and then breathed out heavily. « I’m bored ! » Tim let her sit on the kitchen counter as he moved to make some coffee. « Mom, I’m bored ! »
« Okay, what do you want to do ? We could play a board game, all four of us. »
« We always play board games when it’s raining, » she pouted her lips again, arms hugging herself and feet kicking the air. « And Marc always wins... »
« What are you all doing here ? »
« There he is, my sweet boy ! », Timothée turned his head back.
« Hi, » eyes scanned all of you.
« Come here, love, » you opened your arms. Marc walked closer leaning his back on the table beside you. He looked at you for a while before speaking.
« It’s nice, » he said, his fingers moving to your hair. « Did you cut it ? »
« Yes, daddy helped me cut it. It’s nice, isn’t it ?», you smiled and planted a kiss on his skin. You heard Timothée chuckle in the background as Irene gasped, rushing to get back down at her feet.
« Hey, careful there, » Tim said. She ran to you and started touching your hair, twirling pieces and playing with them. Gradually she took a seat in your lap and you brought her closer until her head nestled on your chest just like when she was a baby. Your hand pulled your boy close into a tight hug and your mouth touched his forehead.
« Ah mom ! », he groaned trying to set himself free.
« Oh, don’t play it so tough, I know you love hugs, » you kissed him again all over the face, laughing at his failed attempts to free himself before he actually managed to escape.
« I don’t need hugs ! », Marc groaned.
« You don’t ? », you ruffled his hair. « Dad cut his hair too, you know. » They both turned to him.
« Dad, dad, can I see ? », Irene asked excitedly.
« It’s just the edges, baby. Nothing noticeable, » Tim answered to Irene, pulling his hair back.
« I want to cut my hair too ! Dad, will you cut my hair ? »
« There’s no way I’m cutting your hair, » Timothée replied with no hesitation. « If you want to, we can call the hairdresser tomorrow and... »
« But you cut mom’s, why not mine ? »
« Isn’t it better if we go to a professional ? », he asked her, walking closer to you. « I don’t want to accidentally ruin your hair. »
« But mom’s hair is not ruined ! You’ll be careful. »
« Will you stop being such a baby ? », Marc popped up but she just stuck her tongue out at him and he imitated her move.
« Hey, hey, hey, guys, » you entered. « Be nice to each other. Come on, you are brother and sister. » They breathed out at your words and rolled their eyes. « So, » you clapped your hands together, trying to change the subject. « What are we going to do ? »
« We could watch a movie, » Tim suggested, slithering his arms around Marc’s shoulders.
« Yes ! », Marc looked up at him eyes wide.
« Yes ! Puss in Boots ! »
« No ! Not again ! »
« Okay, why don’t you go to the living room to pick a movie as I cut you some fruit ? », you let Irene to the ground.
« Okay ! », she kissed your cheek before storming out. « First one that goes to the living room picks the movie ! »
« Hey ! That’s not fair ! », Marc yelled following his sister’s steps. « Dad she cheated ! »
You glanced at Timothée as you stood up, his eyes still fixed on the door even when they disappeared, hoping for a small head to pop again and run in your arms.
« I love them so much but they’re crazy, » his words made you chuckle. He grinned, his stare following you as you moved to the counter to get some fruits. Tim helped you, getting the plates from the upper cupboards. « I feel a little guilty. Do you think I should’ve cut their hair ? Irene does need a haircut. Her hair is way too long. »
« No Timothée, you can’t always do what they want, » you replied focused on your work. « They literally have you wrapped around their little fingers. »
« Come on, » he leaned against the counter. You gave him a look that made him laugh. « Maybe just a little. » His fingers moved to your hair. « Your hair is still wet. » You touched his head, hand sliding down to his cheek.
« Yours too. » He grinned, stare fixed on you, watching your every move. Even if you felt his eyes you tried to ignore them.
« You need help ? », Tim asked then, coming closer, standing right next to you.
« No, love, » you replied. His arms circled around your body as he pressed his lips on your cheek. You giggled at the ticklish feeling of his cold fingers running under your sweater and around your stomach, causing small spasms in your waist. « I’m holding a knife ! »
« Then put the knife down and kiss me ! », he pinched your skin.
« Ah ! Okay ! Okay ! », you let it fall down.
You turned to him and cupped his face, bringing him down until his hair touched your forehead and his lips lingered close to yours. He tilted his head to the side, a sweet smile marked on his mouth. And with eyes closed, he kissed you softly and settling. When you separated you held his cheeks squeezed, and sprinkled kisses all around his face, making him let out the prettiest giggle.
« Why don’t you go and check on the kids ? », you asked.
« You don’t need help ? », he asked.
« No. »
« No ? You sure ? »
« Yeah, just take the coffee, please. »
Timothée stared at you for a few moments smiling fondly like he wanted to tell you something.
« Okay, » he pecked your cheek one last time, stroking your back on his way out.
« Found a movie ? » They both mumbled something in response, laying on the couch in front of the TV remote. « Irene, baby, turn your head, » Tim said. She listened, even though she was too focused on watching Marc changing the movies. He set her curls free and while balancing the scrunchie in between his teeth, he pulled them up high, out of her face.
« Not that one ! », passionately her voice echoed.
« Mars ? », he asked then.
Timothée loved your kids. He loved watching them, spending time with them, taking care of them. And the more they grew, the more he loved them. That’s why he couldn’t stand the view of his boy having both hands under his t-shirt, hugging his shoulders.
« Mmm... »
« Are you cold, baby ? »
« Just a little. »
« Want me to bring you a sweater ? »
« Yes, please. »
« Ren ? »
« I’m not cold. »
« Alright, » he lightly laughed, thinking how funny it must have looked that he just couldn’t sit for two seconds without having to stand up again.
A few moments later, you walked inside, taking a seat next to your kids.
« You picked a movie ? », you asked, leaving the plates on top of the table.
« Marc, Marc, Marc, Marc... », Irene held his arm and pointed at the TV.
« Ohh, there’s a new Spider-Verse movie ! », he looked at his sister. They both burst into giggles of excitement. You grinned at their reaction.
« We haven’t seen the first one, will we understand anything ? », you asked.
« Of course, mom, it’s Spider-Man ! », Irene said. « Don’t you know Spider-Man ? »
« Mom, I love this movie ! », Marc added. « We have to watch it. »
« Here I am, » you turned your head, watching Timothée stride towards you. You smiled. « What are we watching ? »
« Across the Spider-Verse. »
« Ooh, I’ve heard very good things about the movie. Let’s watch it, » he said before turning to Marc. « Hands up. » The boy raised his arms and Tim passed the sweater over his head. « Here’s the other arm, dummy. » He rubbed his knuckles against his head.
« Ah ! », Marc let out a painful groan with hair laying messily all around him. Timothée laughed and grabbed his head with both hands pressing a kiss on top of it and leaving a ‘mwah’ sound. He then got his feet on top of him, letting Marc lay on the couch more comfortably.
« Mom, can you hug me ? », Irene asked. You grinned and quickly opened your arms for her to tilt her head on your shoulder.
« Okay, let’s watch. »