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Number Nine

Chapter Six: Echoes of You

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You cut me up like a knife and hung me out here to dry. You’re the reason I can’t sleep through the night… I wanna forget, I remember how it was; even though you’re dead to me, you’re always showin’ up. You’re my poltergeist; demon in my head, keep me up at night. I feel you when the room gets cold as ice, sinking your teeth in a bruise. You got nothing to lose, you’re my poltergeist. Consume me, I’ll be your sacrifice.- Blackbear, Poltergeist

Three Years Later

At nearly three years old, Cassie looked nothing like her father. Her skin was darker than his, her hair straight. She had bright blue eyes framed by dark lashes, just like her mother.

Theo, on the other hand, looked exactly like Tim. At two and a half, Theodore Hal Blanchard appeared to not take after his mother hardly at all. He had his father’s bone structure, his unruly curls, even his eyes.

He was ridiculously intelligent and well-spoken for his age, too.

Tim provided Livvy with a downright ungodly amount of child support. It wasn’t even court-ordered; he just sent her the money every month. Lea assumed that this was because the bastard’s net worth seemed to double every year, bringing it up to its current state of $160 million. It was with the money he gave them that they paid the mortgage on their three bedroom house (Lea had managed to swing the master bedroom so Livvy and Cassie could have separate rooms). Her job as a theatrical costume designer at the local theater was going well, and she loved it. Her life wasn’t so bad, considering.

Tim came to visit Cassie regularly, but Lea was always sure to leave the house well before he got there. He was consistent in giving them a few days’ notice, and she used this to her advantage.

Livvy occasionally tried to convince her to stay and talk to him, insisting that it must have been a misunderstanding. Lea didn’t see how it could be, though. He’d made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t interested in being part of Theo’s life, and if she were honest with herself, she liked it that way.

Why would she want to reconnect with the man who broke her heart? Why would she want Theo to find out his father didn’t want him? There was simply no up side.

It was fine. It was for the best. It was fine.

Cassie’s third birthday party was that afternoon, and Lea was looking forward to it. She always looked forward to having over her mother and sisters as well as her other best friend, Sam. Plus, Theo and Cassie got to see their friends from daycare. Tim hadn’t been able to be there for Cassie’s birthday the day of the previous two years, instead coming to see her a few days later. When he hadn’t contacted Livvy about his plans for their daughter’s birthday, both she and Lea had deduced that things would be the same as the previous years.

Lea was showered, her makeup carefully applied. Her outfit was nothing special: a nude bra from Torrid, pale pink panties she’d gotten in a discount bin at Target, a white patterned Artizia dress she’d splurged on the previous year, the soft fabric reaching her calves. She wore flat white sandals from Nine West that wouldn’t be too difficult to chase Theo in and studs from Icing in the same color as the pendant on the necklace Tim had given her. She wore that, too. She usually wore it, wanting to keep a piece of him close to her in some way.

Lea fluffed her hair in her bedroom mirror, adjusting the tied straps of her dress.

“You look pretty, Mama,” Theo said happily.

“Thank you, baby,” she told him, ruffling his hair and holding out her hand for him to take. “Are you ready for Sissy’s party?”

“Yes!” he squealed with delight.

Lea smiled down at her son, leading him out the door.

It was going to be a good day.

The first time Timothée saw her again, he half-thought she was a ghost.

He’d never been able to be there the day of Cassie’s birthday before, so he was thrilled that his schedule finally allowed for it. Since Olivia was forever teasing him about his inability to show up for his daughter's actual birthday, he thought he’d surprise the two of them. Maybe he’d actually get to meet Olivia’s roommate.

It was clear that the little girl’s birthday party was going on at the one story house, because there was a princess carriage bounce house in the yard. No kids were out front, though, so he knocked on the door, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and shoving his hands in his pockets, fiddling with the velvet ring box he carried with him out of habit.

There was music and children's laughter coming from inside, and he was just about to knock a second time when someone shouted, “It’s open!”

So he went inside, letting the door shut behind him, and turned to the dining room directly to his right where most of the chatter was coming from.

And there she was.

She was wearing a white dress that fell well past her knees, leaning forward and instructing Cassie how to blow out the candles once they were lit. Her hair was longer than it had been before, past her waist now, and her back was to him, but that didn’t matter. He’d know her ass anywhere.

It had been so long, but even now, even after over three years of not having her, the second he saw her pale skin, his fingers itched to touch it.

Timothée couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, because he’d been yearning for her for so long, it felt like, and there she was, right in front of him. Then, to his astonishment, a small child emerged from the group of similarly aged children and tugged on her dress.

“Mama!” the child said. “Mama!”

Mama? he thought in a daze. She has a kid? Is she married? He considered this for a moment, but quickly decided that it didn’t matter if she was married or not, if she was with anyone or not. She was his and that was that.

“Okay, okay,” she said with an exasperated-sounding chuckle, leaning down to pick the child up.

Before she’d stood all the way up, however, Cassie took notice of him. “Daddy!” his daughter exclaimed in delight.

Lea didn’t turn around, only leaning forward to brush Cassie’s hair from her face. “Not yet, Cas,” she told her patiently. “Daddy will be here in a few days, remember?”

Cassie shook her head, pointing over where Tim stood, and all the children and adults at the table turned towards where Timothée stood by the door. All except Lea. “Daddy’s here!”

“Hey birthday girl,” he greeted, and he knew the second Lea had fully registered his presence, because the muscles of her back tensed up, her spine ramrod straight.

Lea reached over, patted Cassie’s head swiftly, then grabbed a purse that was hanging on a hook by the archway leading to the kitchen.

“Where are we going, Mama?” asked the child—Timothée was fairly certain it was a boy—Lea held.

“Grandma’s house,” Lea informed him as she moved into the kitchen. Her voice was quiet, but he could still hear it under the chatter in the room.

“But Grandma’s here,” the boy pointed out.

Lea said something in response, but he couldn’t quite hear it.

He greeted Olivia, smiling politely at her. They weren’t together for very long, but she knew him pretty well. She knew about the divorce and that the flings he’d had since Lea had left were to make up for her absence.

“Hi, sweetie,” he told Cassie, giving her a hug and the present he’d brought with him from the car before standing back up. “Liv,” he addressed softly, “is that— is it really—“

“Yes,” Olivia confirmed with a nod.

“Why didn’t you—“

“She wouldn’t let me. Go talk to her. I’ll handle the party; give me a few minutes and I’ll come get Theo, too.”

“Theo?” Timothée asked, glancing at Lea’s retreating firm. “Is that her—“

Olivia fixed him with a look. “Talk. To. Her. If she gets to her car, I’m telling you right now: she’s not coming back. Go.”

He moved around the table, watching Lea hurry towards what he knew was a back door, and he stepped through the threshold into the kitchen.

“Lea?” he asked hesitantly, and the child—Theo, he assumed—turned to look at him over Lea’s shoulder.

It took a few seconds for him to recognize his own eyes staring back at him.

Theo was babbling at her even as she’d opened the door and rushed outside, but she’d tuned him out. She had to. She was still reeling from hearing the man she’d gotten remotely close to getting over say her name. He’d sounded hopeful, even, like he wanted it to be her. She was fairly certain that she’d confirmed her identity for him just by ignoring him and exiting the house without so much as turning around, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She couldn’t handle seeing him.

She’d had a contingency plan in place in the event Tim showed up unannounced, one she hadn’t told Livvy about.

She trusted her friend not to spill the beans to their mutual ex right up to this particular moment. After that point, however, Livvy was a wild card. She was too far in the camp of “Tim would absolutely want Theo if you just gave him a chance!”, completely disregarding three very important facts.

First, that she had already given him a chance three years and one month ago. Second, that Livvy shipped Lea and Tim just a little too hard to be taken entirely seriously. Third, but perhaps most significantly, Tim had made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing to do with Lea or her pregnancy, which included Theo by extension. Fourth, the truth was, Lea didn’t want Tim in their lives any more than he seemed to want to be there. In fact, she probably wanted to see him even less than he wanted to see her.

Oh, sure, he’d be polite and say hi and all that garbage, but she knew it was just pleasantries. He was too good of a person to refuse interacting with someone if they were right in front of him.

She wasn’t above that sort of refusal, though.

Which was why she knew that the Super 8 motel nearby would give her a room for eighty bucks or less, and that she could pay in cash, and if she slipped the clerk at the front desk an extra twenty, he wouldn’t ask for her ID. It was why she carried cash in the first place. It was why she kept a few essentials for both her and Theo in her car. It was why she was parked around the corner of the house instead of in front, so there would be less of a walk for her once she got out the side door.

She knew what she was doing, and she knew how essential it was—for Tim, for Theo, and most especially for her—that he not get the chance to say hello to her. Knowing Tim, he might do something catastrophic, like suggest they hang out or catch up or something. Either way, his politeness didn’t bode well for anyone involved, and Lea really, really didn’t want to turn Cassie’s third birthday—the first one she might actually remember—into a verbal bloodbath, which it was likely going to become if she didn’t get out of there, and fast.

She was starting towards her car, ignoring the way the grass got between the soles of her feet and the sandals she wore. She didn’t have time to worry about that now. In a few seconds, she’d be in her car and—

And then the back door opened. It seemed Tim had deigned it necessary to follow after her, because she walked faster, and he called out, “Lea!”

Lea was actually pretty good at running while holding Theo, all things considered, but not in sandals. Unfortunately, this combined with his infuriatingly long legs meant that he caught up to her with relative ease, and she was only a few yards away from her car by the time he captured her wrist in his hand.

“Lea,” came Tim’s firm voice, and she could’ve sworn it sent her back in time. Back to sharing his breaths and touching his skin and feeling him between her legs, where he belonged, where she belonged. Back to his arms around her and his fingers in her hair and his skin against her lips and her back pressed against the wall of the dressing room of some high end retailer or another as he fucked her so hard she could barely stand afterwards, the way he said her name when he first slid into her, I love you I love you I love you I love you—

She tried to jerk her wrist out of his grip, but he held fast. “Who’s that, mama?” Theo asked cheerfully.

She was about to turn around and kick the bastard in the shin when the back door opened a third time, and Lea used Tim’s surprise to wrench herself free and start marching towards her car again.

Tragically, Livvy had run track. And she was wearing sneakers. As a result, she was in front of Lea fast enough to make her head spin.

Lea stared at her friend with wide, terrified eyes, pleading with her silently to get Tim to go away, just get him to leave, for the love of god, she didn’t even care where he went as long as she never had to see him again, speak to him again.

Instead of answering Lea’s pleading gaze, however, Livvy held out her arms to Theo. “C’mon, buddy. Let’s get you some cake and ice cream. You don’t wanna miss Sissy’s party, right?”

“And then bounce?” Theo asked excitedly.

“Of course!” Livvy assured him, and he lunged for her. Livvy took him, and then Theo was staring back at Lea happily, a smile on his chubby face. Livvy covered his ears, looking over Lea’s shoulder.

So he hasn’t disappeared into thin air, then, Lea thought mournfully.

“Quit trying to run,” Livvy told her firmly. “I’ll watch Theo for however long you need, just— just talk to him, for fuck’s sake.”

Theo looked a bit confused, but it was far from the first time adults had covered his ears while they spoke.

Maybe Lea could follow after her vile traitorous excuse for a friend. They had cried over this man together, dammit. They’d spent hours sobbing in each other’s arms until their throats were sore and their eyelids were raw, and this was how Livvy treated their kinship?

Still, though, following after her was infinitely better than being left alone with the absolute last person on the face of the earth she wanted to have a conversation with, let alone a private conversation. Maybe he wouldn’t bother her as much if she was in the house around a bunch of kids.

So as soon as Livvy started back towards the door, Lea was heading after her, fully intending to walk in a very large circle around Tim so she wouldn’t have to look at him—if she played this right, she could get through this without ever having to look at him—which was an absolute necessity due to the fact that she simply could not handle seeing him. Not in person. She’d heard his voice, he’d touched her skin, and that was more than enough, thank you very fucking much. She could handle seeing him on a screen, whether it was large or small, but she couldn’t handle seeing him in the flesh.

She didn’t get very far in her attempts to follow Livvy and a chattering Theo, because Tim had grabbed her hand this time, and his grip was firm and steady and familiar and warm and—

No, she told herself firmly. Nope. Not that. We’re not doing that. We are past that.

“Lea,” he said softly. “Look at me. Please.”

She shook her head, tears falling from her eyes, and she realized for the first time that she was crying. When had that started? She wasn’t sure. Whatever, it didn’t matter.

“Lea,” he repeated, sounding frustrated. “Turn around.”

“No,” she finally snapped, yanking on her hand to try and get free. “Let go! Don’t touch me!”

“It is you,” Tim breathed. “I wasn’t sure I hadn’t lost my mind until I heard your voice, I—“ he cut himself off. “Turn around.”

She didn’t, turning her face to the ground and letting her hair fall around her in a protective curtain.

She heard the crunch of grass under his feet as he circled around her until she saw his sneakers directly in front of her. She clenched her eyes shut, hoping against hope that he would just go away, but he still hadn’t released her hand.

“Look at me,” he pleaded, and she shook her head again. He sighed, then reached down to lift her chin up, his grip gentle but firm, and then she had no choice but to look at him, and he was smiling softly down at her. “Lea,” he breathed, sounding… relieved, almost.

The memories came rushing back like a flood— when he’d first said her name, their first kiss, and god, their last, the way he’d touched her when she’d told him she loved him, the way he thrust inside her when he said it back, oh, god, Tim—

She was paralyzed by the emotions and the memories and the overwhelmingly desperate yearning that another tear slid down her cheek, and Tim frowned, moving to wipe the tear away, but she lurched back from him like he’d burn her, which she half-thought he might.

His frown deepened as she backed away from him fearfully. From his expression and behavior, she was starting to wonder if Livvy had been right, if everything really was a misunderstanding, but the truth was, she didn’t really care. She really, really didn’t want anything to do with him. He shattered her once. He’d do it again, and he’d do it with the casual smile of someone who absolutely did not understand what they were doing.

Watching him look down at her, an expression of genuine offense on his face, her mind was essentially split into two camps: one was screaming a litany of, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you— whereas the other was an equally loud, Get away get away get away get away get away get away—

He looked deflated, like he hadn’t known how very clear she’d made it that she only wanted to put as much distance between the two of them as physically possible. “Who’s, uh.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Who’s Theo?”

Lea crossed her arms over herself, taking another few steps back. “My son,” she informed Tim’s feet.

“Your son,” he parroted back at her. She nodded wordlessly. “And how old is he, exactly?”

Lea scratched her arm. “Two.”

“When’s his birthday?”

She was silent for several seconds. “January.”

She felt his gaze on her. “He has my eyes,” Tim pointed out. “And my hair. And my bone structure, it looked like.”

Lea scoffed. “I have a type. So what?”

“He literally has my face, and you’re going to try and tell me he isn’t mine?” Tim hissed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry you don’t get to add to your count of fifteen bazillion kids,” she said sarcastically.

“I have two,” he snapped, holding up two fingers, then cocked his head slightly, considering. “Well, three, apparently.”

“Ugh,” she groaned in frustration. “He could be anyone’s. Just ‘cause you were my first doesn’t mean you were special.”

“I was to you,” he insisted. “You loved me, and I loved you.”

Lea rolled her eyes so hard she wondered if she’d actually damage them. “Yeah, sure. Whatever. Can I go now?”

“No!” he snapped. “No, you can’t go now. Tell me if he’s mine or not. I know you, and you’re being evasive. Tell me the truth.”

Something inside of her snapped, and she finally looked up at him. “I did, jackass!” she hissed. “I did tell you the truth! I told you the truth three years ago, and you didn’t want any part of it, so you don’t get to storm in and make demands.” She deflated, panting. “Just go away.”

“No,” Tim repeated, much to her dismay. “I’m not going away. Not ever again.” He examined her face. “And when did you tell me?” he demanded. “You never told me—“

She watched his expression change as he remembered something— the voicemail she’d left him, presumably. He was gaping at her, and she nodded smugly at him. “Uh huh. Yeah, now you remember.” She scoffed. “Well, too bad, so sad. I don’t care. I didn’t want to tell you anything, but I did. I gave you a chance to be in Theo’s life if you wanted to, and you said no. I don’t want child support, I don’t want you here, I don’t want anything to do with you. Just leave me be.”

“I didn’t know it was you!” He raised his voice. He never raised his voice. She forced her surprise down, however, putting on a thoroughly unimpressed air. “I thought someone had found my number somehow. I didn’t know it was you,” he was babbling. Then, he saw the expression on her face. “No, really!” he insisted. “It came from a number I didn’t recognize, your voice sounded different, you didn’t tell me your name— how was I supposed to know it was you?”

Lea groaned, raking a hand through her curls to push them away from her face. He stared at her, seemingly just as mesmerized by her as she was trying so very hard not to be by him. “I don’t care,” she informed him flatly. “I don’t care that you didn’t know. I don’t care that you wouldn’t have told me not to contact you again if you had known it was me. I. Don’t. Care. I don’t want anything from you. I don’t want your time and I definitely don’t want your money. Go away.”

This made Tim snort lightly, and he lifted his chin in the direction of the house she shared with Livvy. “So this is paid for entirely with you and Olivia’s salaries, huh?”

Lea bristled. “It was less than $210,000, Tim.”

“Right, yeah,” he nodded agreeably. “And how much of that are you having to pay off?”

She pursed her lips at him. “I don’t know exactly.”

“Uh huh.” He smirked, and she knew from his expression that before he’d even mentioned the house, he’d been fully cognizant of the fact that thanks to the money she and Livvy had saved up (most of it from the downright appalling sum of money he sent every month), they had put half of the total cost of the house as a down payment, which meant that they split the mortgage, each covering just over four hundred a month.

So their lives were a bit easier because of the money he gave Livvy. Big deal. It didn’t matter. He didn’t matter.

That’s what she’d spent the last thirty-seven months telling herself. He didn’t matter. He was irrelevant.

Tim was looking at her still, and she fidgeted nervously under his gaze. “I divorced Crystal,” he told her finally.

Lea stared at him. “Congratulations,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

He didn’t look away from her, just took a step closer. She took one back, and he sighed. “I’m not… I’m not with anyone right now, either.”

Lea snorted, finding that very hard to believe. “Did your harem up and leave? How sad for you.”

He shook his head, taking another step towards her. She took two back, and his lips set into a firm line. “No,” he said softly, “I told the other girls that there was someone I wanted that I had lost, and I wanted her more than I wanted anyone else.”

Tears filled her eyes again, and she shook her head firmly, backing away further. “No,” she insisted. “Nope. Not… not listening to this. I’m not.”

“Lea,” he breathed, sounding very miserable indeed, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Hurting you was the last thing I wanted. I never wanted to leave you alone when you were pregnant. If I had known…” he trailed off, watching her cover her face with her hands so he wouldn’t see her crying. “If I had known, I would’ve been there.”

“I didn’t want you there,” Lea snapped through her tears. “I don’t want you here now, either.”

“I know,” he told her gently, placatingly, “but I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Never again. I never forgot you, y’know.” He reached out to brush his fingertips against the pendant she wore. “I’m glad you didn’t forget me, either.”

As soon as she felt the necklace shift under his touch, however, her hands fell from her face and she backed away further, until she was standing against the side of the house. Tim followed after her, his steps slow, almost hesitant.

She was shaking her head emphatically at him, but still, he kept speaking. “I could get a lawyer and take you to court,” he pointed out. “I could have a judge order a paternity test so I could sue for custody to see my son, but I don’t want to do that.”

“You’re not taking him from me,” she growled, glaring fiercely up at him as he came to a stop in front of her.

“That’s not what I want,” Tim told her again.

She was terrified—petrified, really—to ask, but she had to. “What do you want?”

Her palms were flat against the bricks of the house, and he reached out to take one of her hands in his. She knew what he was up to, though, and hastily shoved her hands behind her back. With him so close, she felt that tingling she knew so well between her thighs, but she steadfastly ignored it.

Tim sighed in frustration, leaning one shoulder against the wall. “You,” he murmured, looking down at her with hooded eyes. “I’ve always wanted you. I can’t let you go again.”

The bastard was damned and determined to rip her to shreds all over again, wasn’t he?

“I’m not getting back with you,” she snapped. “I’m not subjecting Theo to whatever… disgusting lifestyle you have in mind. I’m not doing it.”

“I don’t think you’re picturing what I’m picturing, sweetheart,” he told her. “Besides, you really think I’m letting you get away from me a second time?” Tim asked incredulously. “You are mine. I am never, never, letting you go. If you try to disappear on me again, I’ll find you. I’ve found you and I’m not giving you up again. Start thinking about what kind of dress you wanna wear, because I’m not letting you refuse me.”

“Are you crazy?” Lea demanded, continuing to disregard the desire pooling in her stomach, in her panties. “While you’re still fucking other girls? You’re— you’re married, for fuck’s sake!”

He shook his head, grinning down at her. “One, no, I’m divorced, remember? And two, if I wasn’t, you’d still let me have you and we both know it. Three, if you do try to get away from me, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. I spent three years aching for you, and I’m not spending another fucking second without you next to me. I won’t do it. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I am not—“

He leaned closer, cutting her off before she’d even finished her sentence. “If I told you to get on your knees and let me fuck your mouth right here and now, you would. If I told you to get in my car and let me take you somewhere I can remind you who owns you, you would. You wouldn’t even question it. Don’t try and tell me otherwise. We both know it would be a lie.”

He fished around in his pocket, pulling a small ring box out. “What the hell is that?” Lea demanded shrilly.

He opened the box, pulled a ring out, snapped the box shut again, and shoved it back in his pocket. “Y’know,” he began quietly, “I told myself, ‘if I ever find Lea again, I’m going to give her a ring that shows her how much she means to me. How much I love her.’” He looked up at her, smiling softly as his gaze fixed upon her left hand. “I thought for awhile that nothing could possibly be good enough.” He took her shaking hand in his, holding it gently, and slid the ring on her finger.

It was silver, covered in diamonds, and had a large stone the same shade of cornflower blue as the necklace.

She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought of it before, but she remembered what he’d said when he’d given it to her, that Zendaya had pulled some strings; a half-forgotten ad in a fashion magazine with Zendaya wearing what looked suspiciously like—

She didn’t know why it had never occurred to her that the large blue stone might be a sapphire. She truly had no idea. Maybe she hadn’t wanted to consider it.

He was watching her face, observing the expressions that crossed over it with rapt attention.

“What is this, Tim?” she breathed, staring at the ring with some strange mix of shock, awe, and horror, reaching up to touch the sapphire.

A sapphire the size of her thumb, what the fuck—

“It’s called the Serpenti Ocean Treasure necklace,” he informed her. “And this—“ he brushed his thumb over the ring he’d slid onto her finger— “is the matching ring.”

“I don’t understand,” she breathed shakily. “I— I don’t understand.”

“We’re getting married,” he informed her simply.

“No,” Lea said immediately. “No, we’re not. You can’t make me.”

“I could,” he corrected casually, “but I won’t have to. You’re mine. I’ll bet you haven’t even fucked anyone else, have you?”

She winced, looking away from him. It was true—why bother with anyone else? No one could compare to him, and she wasn’t exactly eager to bother with men a second time around—, but she hadn’t intended to tell him that.

He caged her in against the wall of the house. “You’re mine,” he repeated. “I don’t care if you’ve forgotten. You’re still mine, and I’ll take great pleasure in reminding you of that fact.”

The worst part of all this was, in Lea’s opinion, the fact that Tim knew her so goddamn well, even after all this time, because this meant that whatever he said about her thoughts and feelings was almost certainly true.

Which was why she was so irritated when he said, “I’ll bet you’re wet for me right now, thinking about how good I can give it to you.” She shifted from one foot to the other, rubbing her thighs together without thinking about it. He noticed, though. “God, you are, aren’t you? All you have to do is ask, angel. You know I’d give you anything you wanted.”

“All I want,” Lea began shakily, “is for you to leave me and my son alone.”

“First of all,” he started, “he’s my son, too. And second, that’s unfortunate, because that’s the only thing I’m not willing to give you.” She scoffed, looking off to the side. They were in the shadow of the house, the sunlight shining brightly around them. “But I don’t think you want that. Not really.”

She didn’t. She could admit that to herself, in her own mind. But she wasn’t about to say it out loud. She might want to give into him, but she knew—she knew—what being with him would do to her, and she couldn’t afford to go through it again. “He’s barely your son,” she informed him. “You were there for his conception and, like, a month of the pregnancy and that’s it.”

“You mean I was with you for a whole month while you were pregnant,” he began slowly, “and I didn’t even get to enjoy it properly?”

Lea rolled her eyes. “Boo hoo,” she whined mockingly, “poor Timmy, didn’t get to see one of his fifteen thousand girlfriends pregnant. Cry me a goddamn river.”

“Okay,” he decided with a frown, “let me explain something to you, because I don’t think you fully understand.” She raised an eyebrow at him expectantly, and he continued. “I don’t have any girlfriends. Once you left me, I realized I couldn’t see anyone else romantically. Not at all. I wanted you and no one else.”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t—“

“Oh, I’ve slept with other people since you, yeah,” he confirmed, “but I think of you the entire time. Every single time I’m with someone, I close my eyes and pretend she’s you.”

Lea shook her head firmly, but he cupped her cheek to hold her steady.

“I never stopped loving you, Lea,” he told her quietly as she looked up at him with wide eyes, “and now that I’ve found you again, I’m not letting you go. Not even if you want me to. I’m sorry. I love you too much to let you leave me again.”

Her lips parted, and Tim’s eyes flitted down to them. “I can’t,” she breathed, her tone almost apologetic. “I can’t watch you with other girls again. I can’t do it. It almost killed me last time.”

He smiled softly at her, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “So as long as I promise never to touch another woman outside of work, you’ll say yes?”

Lea shook her head, clenching her eyes shut. “No,” she told him. “Not even then. I’m sorry.”

He stepped back. “Why?” She opened her eyes, and he looked frustrated. Angry, even. “Why not? You still love me, I can see it in your eyes when you look at me. So why?”

She sighed, crossing an arm over herself to cup her elbow and lowering her gaze to his feet. “I believe that you would try,” she admitted. “I think you really would try to stick with just me.” Then the tears started again, and she wiped them away. “But you wouldn’t be able to for very long, Tim,” she sniffled. “I know you, and I know you’d really give it your best, but then you’ll be faced with the prospect of going back to your hotel room alone again, and you’ll give in because that’s how you are.” He started to interrupt her, but she rushed on. “And because you’re such an unfailingly good person, you’d come back home to me and Theo and tell me immediately, because I know you’d want to be honest with me, and I’d just—“ she cut herself off on a sob. “I’d fall apart. You'd rip me to shreds, and I have a kid now. I can’t afford to let you do that to me again.” A deep, shuddering breath. “The worst thing is, a concerningly large part of me wants to say yes, to follow you anywhere the way we used to talk about, but I can’t. I don’t get to have that. It’s not in the cards for me.”

Tim was silent for a few moments, listening to her soft sniffles. “Then get new cards.”

She blinked tearfully at him. “Wh— what?”

Stepping towards her again, he repeated, “Get new cards.” She stared at him in disbelief, so he took her hands in his, rubbing the sapphire in her ring with his thumb. “You’re worried about who I’m with? That’s fine. Come with me. You can come with me everywhere I go. You want me to take a few years off work so I can spend them with you and Theo, I will. You want me to come forward about being with you, I will.”

More tears slid down her cheeks, and when he reached up to brush them away, she closed her eyes, trying not to lean into his touch. “I couldn’t ask you to do that,” she breathed. “I don’t want you to put doing what you love on hold, and I know you value your privacy.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “but I value you more.”

His hand was on her waist, his breath was on her lips, and she realized that she was going to give into him. He wanted her, maybe even loved her in his own way, and she was going to let him make her his again.

Lea had just started to lift her chin, a sure sign that yes, she wanted this, she wanted this desperately, but then the door opened, and she was promptly brought back to her senses.

Her head whipped around, and she immediately recognized the long skirts of her mother, Rosalie, who stepped out onto the concrete, Theo on her hip.

Rosalie only required one look at the pair of them for her to deduce what was happening. Before she could make any sort of remark, however, Theo asked brightly, “What’re you doing, Mama?”

Lea swallowed, and Tim stepped back from her. “Hey, sweetie,” she addressed her son shakily, holding her arms out for him.

He went to her happily, immediately nestling against her. Rosalie’s gaze was fixed on Tim, however. “Lea,” she began without taking her eyes off him, “I don’t believe you’ve introduced me to our guest.”

She recognized it immediately when he switched into charm mode, because he cranked it all the way up. “Hi,” he exclaimed with a wide smile. “I’m Timothée. It’s so nice to meet you.” Instead of shaking her proffered hand, he took it in both of his. Rosalie pursed her lips, but Lea knew her mother well enough to recognize the smile she was fighting. “I’m an old friend of your daughter’s,” he explained.

Despite being nearly a foot shorter than he was, Rosalie still managed to look down her nose at him. “I have three daughters,” she pointed out. “Which one are you referring to?”

“Lea,” he said with a good-natured laugh. “I spoke with Lina briefly a few years ago, but I’m afraid I haven’t had the chance to meet Ari yet.”

Rosalie smiled a bit at that, clearly appreciating that he paid attention to Lea when she talked about her family. She must’ve known the second she saw Tim, but still, she took a moment to look between him and Theo before addressing Lea directly. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

Tim winced slightly.

Lea said nothing.

Rosalie nodded before turning back around. “Well,” she sighed, “if you want any cake, you’d better get inside before it’s gone.”

“Give me a few minutes with Theo here,” Lea said. “Tim, go spend some time with Cassie. She’s been asking for you all day.”

Rosalie turned back around. “Why would Cassie be asking for him?”

Lea glared at her mother wordlessly, motioning for Tim to follow her inside.

“You’re Cassie’s father, too, I take it?”

Lea watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Um. Yes ma’am.”

Rosalie pursed her lips again, but didn’t voice her opinion. Lea was most grateful for this.

She stared after them as the door shut. Now for the daunting task of explaining to her two and a half year old that the man he’d just met was his father.

Joy.

Theo had handled it remarkably well. He was all excitement and bubbly energy, eager to get to know his daddy.

He’d marched right up to where Tim was standing in front of where Cassie sat, waiting patiently for her candles to be lit so she could eat her cake. Theo put his hands on his hips, looking very much like his mother, grandmother, and even his aunts, looked Tim in the eye, and demanded, “Are you my daddy?”

All chatter at the party stopped, save for the children who were too young to understand. Tim knelt down, getting on Theo’s level, and said, “Hello, Theo. It’s very nice to meet you. My name is Timothée.” Lea watched as Tim’s shoulders tensed in anticipation for their son’s reaction. “And yeah, I’m your daddy.”

Theo stared at his father for a few seconds before throwing his arms around him. “What took you so long?” he asked into Tim’s neck.

Tim’s arms circled around him, holding the little boy close. “I’m sorry, buddy. I’m here now.”

“You’re gonna stay?” Theo asked tearfully.

“Yeah,” Tim told him softly, lifting his gaze to meet Lea’s. “I’m not going anywhere.” He stood, holding Theo for the first time, and Lea looked away, tears in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if they were from joy, sorrow, or some fucked up blend of the two. Taking a deep breath, Tim addressed the room. “Um… hi, everyone. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Timothée.”

He was met with wordless stares.

Gulping, he went on, “I just found out that Theo is my son, which is very exciting.” He paused. More silence. “And I’m also thrilled to announce that now that I’ve found the love of my life again, we’re engaged.”

Lea forced out an awkward, nervous laugh. “He’s joking,” she assured the gawking crowd of guests. “He’s not Theo’s father, and we are absolutely not engaged. It’s a misunderstanding.”

“What’s endaged?” Theo asked cheerfully.

“It’s when someone is gonna marry someone else,” Tim informed him with a smile.

“You’re gonna be married?” the little boy clarified, his eyes wide.

“I am.”

“Who?” Theo demanded.

Tim gestured to Lea.

“Mama?!” their son exclaimed.

“No, honey,” Lea interrupted gently, even as Tim nodded. “He’s being silly.”

Theo’s eyes filled with tears. “You’re not marrying Daddy?”

At this point, Lea’s sisters appeared to have heard enough. All the Blanchard women had a tendency to be fiercely protective of each other. It was therefore no surprise whatsoever that both her quiet older sister, Lina, as well as her carefree younger sister, Ari, stepped forward to examine the interaction between father and son, their eyes narrowed suspiciously in a way resembling Lea—even Rosalie—so closely that Timothée was downright astonished at how similar their mannerisms were.

Ari opened her mouth to say something, but Livvy spoke first. “Okay,” she said cheerfully, “everybody outside! Cake and presents in a bit!”

“But why?” Cassie whined.

“Because you want to play in the princess carriage,” Livvy informed her daughter helpfully.

“I want to play after I have cake,” Cassie corrected.

“All your friends want to play in the princess carriage,” her mother said, leading her outside by the hand. The other parents took the hint, leading their grumbling children out the door until Lea and found herself alone with Tim, who was still holding their son.

He looked like he was about to cry. “Why won’t you marry daddy?” he asked, his lower lip wobbling pitifully.

“Daddy used to be my… special friend,” she said delicately.

Tim snorted.

She glared at him.

“Are you special friends now?”

Lea moved into the living room, collapsing on the couch in exhaustion. Tim followed her, watching her expression closely. “No, baby,” she told him softly. “No, we’re not.”

Theo considered this. “Why not?”

“I don’t think your mama wants to be special friends with Daddy anymore,” Tim explained, sitting down across from Lea.

Their son frowned outright now. “Why not?” he repeated. “Did you used to kiss like other mommies and daddies?”

Lea winced, but Tim answered on her behalf. “We did.”

“The daddies at school tell the mommies they love them,” Theo pointed out. “Do you tell Mama you love her?

“I haven’t seen your mama in a long time,” he said slowly, “but yes, I told her before you were born, and I told her when I saw her again.”

Theo crossed his arms, pouting at his mother. “Then why won’t you marry Daddy?”

Tim answered for her again. “She doesn’t believe me.”

“Would you lie to Mama?” Theo demanded, angry on his mother’s behalf.

“No,” his father said simply, fixing his gaze on Lea. “I’d never lie to her. It’s okay that she doesn’t believe me, though. I’ll tell her I love her until she does. She’s going to marry me anyway.”

“You’re delusional,” she snapped.

Her tone made Theo decide to jump down from Tim’s lap and run over to her, clutching the skirt of her dress. “Mama,” he started, but then the front door opened.

Livvy came in, carrying a duffel bag Lea knew all too well. She shoved it into Lea’s arms, grabbing her keys and wallet from her purse. “Here,” her traitorous friend panted, “it’s your stupid escape bag.”

“How did you—“

“I’m your best friend and roommate,” she snapped impatiently. “Theo, cover your ears.” He did so obediently, looking on with wide eyes. “This man,” Livvy started, pointing her finger at Tim, “has been in love with you for a very long time. He bought that ridiculous ring before you were even in the third trimester, and if you don’t spend some goddamn time with him, I swear I’ll change the fucking locks so you can’t get back in.” Lea clutched the duffel bag, staring up at her friend in shock. “I’m sick of hearing his mopey ass lovesick bullshit. Neither of you are moving on, so you’re going to go with him to whatever stupid rich boy hotel he’s staying at, and you’re not going to come back until Monday.”

“But Theo—“

“Theo will be fine,” Livvy insisted, crossing her arms. “Go talk this out like adults. Or fuck it out. I don’t care. Just deal with it.”

With that, she took Theo by the hand and led him outside.

Tim was silent and motionless for a few seconds before pulling out his phone and tapping away at it. “My driver will be here in a minute or two.”

Lea tensed. “I’m not going with you.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, skepticism written all over his face. “Seems to me like you don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Lea rolled her eyes. “I could stay at my mom’s,” she ticked off a finger, “I could stay at Lina’s,” another finger, “or I could stay at Ari’s.” A third finger. “I’ll just tell Livvy I went with you and things didn’t work out and we’ll never, ever see each other again. Everybody wins.”

Tim stood slowly, walking towards her like she was going to book it at any second. “No,” he said flatly. She bristled, about to object, but he continued before she could speak. “No, that’s not what’s going to happen. You’re going to come back to my hotel with me. We’re going to talk about this. We’re going to decide on how long of an engagement we want, and then we’re going to start planning the move.”

“The move?!” she sputtered furiously. “I have a life here, you jackass, you can’t just uproot it—“

He frowned. “You told me when we first met that your dream was to design costumes for Broadway. Is that still true?”

Lea tensed.

“I thought so,” he said with a single nod. “I can get you that job, you realize. Very, very easily. All I’d have to do is make a phone call.”

“I don’t need your stupid nepotism—“

Tim rolled his eyes. “Why not?” he asked. “You deserve everything you want, and what I want is to be the one to give it to you.”

“I don’t—“

He knelt down in front of her, taking her hands in his, and her words were cut off the second she felt the warmth of his skin, his large hands holding hers. “Think about it,” he begged. “Just— just think about it for a second, okay?” He searched her face, his eyes flitting between both of hers. “Whatever kind of childhood you want Theo to have, I can give him. Whatever life you want for yourself, I can give you. You wanna travel? I'll take you anywhere you want. You want Theo to attend the best private schools in the world? He’ll attend the best private schools in the world. You want a job? You can have any job you want. You never want to work another day in your life? That sounds fucking fantastic, I’d get to keep you in my bed all the goddamn time—“

Lea bristled at the mention of their history, what she’d wanted three years ago.

“Just tell me what you want, sweetheart. Ask me for the world and it’s yours.”

She lowered her gaze to where his hands clasped hers in her lap. “Tim…”

“Come with me, mon amour,” he begged. “Come with me. Let me show you how good we can have it. Let me remind you what we were meant for. Please, baby.”

Her lower lip wobbled, and a tear slipped from her eye. “I can’t,” she breathed. “I wish— I wish I could. God, do I wish I could.”

“I’m not letting you go again,” he reminded her, his voice firm and gentle at the same time. “I’m asking you because I love you and I want you to choose to come with me, but even if you don’t agree, you’re coming with me anyway.”

She rolled her eyes, another tear sliding down her cheek. “You’re so goddamn controlling—“

“Yep,” he agreed happily, “I’m very controlling when it comes to you. But I know you, and you think it’s hot, so.”

Lea pursed her lips, scrunching up her nose at him with a glare. “I do not,” she insisted firmly, steadfastly ignoring the ever-present desire she felt whenever he was near. He just did that to her. It was fine. He’d always done that to her.

“You do,” he said with that stupidly overconfident smirk of his. “You very much do. I’m not oblivious to the effect I have on you, y’know.”

Lea looked away, blushing bright red.

“Fucking hell, you’re adorable,” he muttered. Then, shaking his head as if to dispel thoughts of her apparent adorableness from his mind, he decided, “Okay, time to go,” and pulled her to her feet.

“What?” Lea squeaked, lurching away from him. “No, I most certainly am not going with you!”

He groaned in frustration, putting his hands on his hips. “Lea,” he began with what was very obviously forced patience, “do you want our son to see his father carry his mother to the car kicking and screaming? Because it sounds to me like that’s what you’re going for here.”

She blanched, mentally weighing her options. After a tense beat of silence, she sighed. “Fine.”

Tim reached over to wrap an arm around her waist, but she backed away from him with a scowl.

“I do not want to stay with you until Monday,” she griped.

“Why not?” he asked with a pout. “It’s Wednesday, so we’ll get lots of time together.”

“Yes,” Lea said slowly, as if he were a child who didn’t understand something she’d just told him, “that’s largely why I’m so against this.”

He hummed, taking the duffel back from her despite her protests. “Hush, I’m carrying it,” he brushed her off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “And anyway, you want to know what I think?”

She very much did not, actually, but he didn’t give her the chance to say so.

“I think,” he continued as he strolled towards the door, “that you’re fully aware of the fact that you’re going to say yes. I think you’re fully aware of the fact that in…” He furrowed his brows in thought. “Two hours or less, I’m thinking? Yeah, that sounds about right. In two hours or less, you’re going to be begging me to touch you. You know this, and it both scares and embarrasses you. It’s okay, though,” he reassured with a grin. “You know you never have to be embarrassed with me.”

She wanted to point out that he’d said that three years ago, and therefore it no longer applied. Her body was… it was different than when he’d seen it last. It had changed with her pregnancy. She had stretch marks in places she didn’t before. It didn’t matter, though. She had no intention of getting involved with him again. Sure, he’d fuck her, but it would be in more ways than one, and she couldn’t deal with any of them.

The party was going on in front of the house, and only Livvy seemed to notice the pair heading towards the ridiculously fancy, ridiculously shiny black car. She grinned, and Lea flipped her off. Livvy outright laughed at that.

Tim opened the door for her, and she slid in, holding her purse firmly in her lap. He popped open the trunk, closed it again, and slid in next to her with a bright smile. “Mr. Chalamet,” his driver—a burly man with a bushy mustache—greeted before meeting Lea’s eyes in the rear view mirror. “Ma’am.”

“Hello,” she greeted awkwardly, buckling herself in.

“Lea, meet Jerry,” Tim said cheerfully. “Jerry, meet my fiancée, Lea.”

Lea swatted his arm, hissing, “I am not—“

He grinned indulgently at her. “Whatever you say.”

She glared at him, but he just nodded at Jerry, who started the engine and raised the partition. She didn’t even know cars that weren’t limos could have partitions.

She heard him tapping on his phone. “Who are you texting?” she demanded. He insisted she come with him and he was gonna text on the drive over?

“My mom,” he told her, sounding very pleased with himself indeed. “I’m thinking a house here, one in New York, and one in LA. What do you think? Do you want more than that, or is that good?”

She stared at him, gaping. “Wh— what?”

Tim paused, lifting his gaze to hers. “Well,” he said slowly, “we’ll need a house. Definitely more than one, since I travel so much and I don’t intend to let you stay at home all the time. We never got to travel as much as I wanted.”

“You took me to Greece on a private jet,” she reminded him, her voice flat.

“Ah, yes,” he recalled with a smile, leaning back against his seat. “I remember. You were so loud that the flight attendants wouldn’t look directly at us when we disembarked—“

“Timothée!” she gasped, horrified.

He shrugged, continuing to text. “Well you were!”

“I don’t like to remember those things,” Lea snapped sharply, staring out the window and watching the houses pass by as they moved closer to downtown.

“Why not?” he asked softly, sadly. “I think about them almost constantly. For a long time, those memories were all I had left of you.”

“I had plenty to remember you by,” she pointed out, leaning her forehead against the tinted glass of the window. “If I could’ve erased the memories, erased all connection to you, believe me, I would’ve.”

He was silent for a moment. “Even Theo?”

“No,” Lea told him quietly. Then, a bit louder, “I’d definitely erase his genetic ties to his sperm donor, however.”

“You can say Dad,” he reminded her, sounding dejected. “I’m… I’m his dad. I want to be his dad.”

She closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that stung behind her eyelids. “I know, Tim,” she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear her. “I know.”

When they rolled to a stop in front of what she surmised was his hotel, he rushed to open the door for her, insisting on carrying her duffel bag again, as well. She rolled his eyes at his pointless attempts at chivalry.

Her feelings about the whole situation changed very quickly upon looking up and seeing the hotel he was staying at, however. She looked up at it, and there it was: a tall building covered in blue windows. He held out a hand to her, and she was so shocked by what she was seeing that she reverted back to her long-gone habit of putting her hand in his and letting him lead her anywhere he liked.

He was wearing sunglasses and a hoodie, the way he often did when he didn’t want to be noticed. They walked to the hotel entrance, and looking up at him now, with the late afternoon sun glinting off his sunglasses and his hair blowing slightly in the summer breeze, it occurred to her that he was even sexier at twenty-nine than he’d been at twenty-six, which was saying something because she used to joke that he could impregnate someone from a look alone. Turns out it required a bit more than that, but y’know. You live and you learn.

“Tim,” she said quietly, and he looked down at her with a smile.

She pulled her hand away, and his face fell a bit, but he still looked hopeful. Like a puppy, almost. Ugh.

“What, uh…” She gulped nervously as they stepped inside the ridiculously swanky hotel. “What hotel is this, exactly?”

He thought for a second, pushing his sunglasses up onto his head. “Ritz-Carlton, I think. Why?”

Her head was spinning. “This is a really fancy hotel,” she pointed out weakly.

He shrugged, walking towards the elevator with the long, confident strides of someone who did not feel at all out of place.

They rode the elevator, and he rocked back and forth on his feet. Lea fidgeted with her hair anxiously. At the very top floor, there were three sets of doors, all very far apart from one another. Tim hummed a tune she didn’t recognize as he fished in his back pocket for his wallet and before locating the keycard necessary to open the carved double doors.

When she stepped inside, her heart stopped.

Patterned marble tile in the entryway, a study to her right, a bathroom to her left, and in front of her… in front of her was a large archway, and what looked to be a living room. A large sectional sofa occupied a good chunk of the space, and a crystal chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling. There was a TV, as well as several large floor-length windows, it looked like. She stepped inside hesitantly, feeling unsure of herself despite the ginormous-ass sapphires she was wearing.

“This…” She gulped. “This is your hotel room?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed cheerfully, then paused. “Why, do you not like it? We can get a different one—“

Lea shook her head. “No, there’s no need to… to do that. It’s just… it’s a lot. I guess I kinda forgot that you just… live like this.”

His smile widened. “Now you can again, too.”

She blushed at the implication that they were back together and examined her feet. “So, um… where’s my room?”

A suite that huge must have more than one room, right?

He ran off to their right briefly before returning without his hoodie, sunglasses, or her duffel bag. Lea blinked at him, and he was beaming down at her. He was just so goddamn happy.

“C’mon, I’ll show you around,” he said with a grin. “Office through there,” he declared, pointing to the right of the entryway. Then he pointed to the left. “Bathroom is there.” He took her hand then, and she found herself following him again. “This is the living room, obviously,” he said, gesturing around them before pointing directly ahead. “Balconies have some cool views of the city, but there are no chairs or anything.”

She stared up at him in disbelief. “Sorry— balconies?”

“Yeah,” Tim confirmed casually, sounding mildly impatient to get on with things, leading her left. “Bar,” he pointed out as he passed a wet bar pressed against the wall. “Though knowing you, you probably still don’t drink, huh? That’s fine. I am definitely having a cigarette with something later, though.”

Lea couldn’t really blame him for that. It had been a pretty stressful day, and all he’d signed up for was his daughter’s third birthday party.

“Dining room,” he said as they neared a large table that sat under a proportionately large chandelier. He strolled through a doorway, pulling her after him. “Kitchen,” he declared with a wave towards a small but fully equipped kitchen. Actually, she couldn’t very well call it small, really, because it was approximately the same size as her own kitchen.

“And, uh…” She gulped, though she wasn’t entirely sure why, exactly. “What about my room?”

Tim nodded, smiling over his shoulder at her, mischief dancing in his eyes, and her heart pounded in her chest.

He led her across the living room, past the TV, and through a set of French doors. Directly ahead of her were two sliding doors that met in the middle, leading down a hallway lined with shelves. She gathered from the clothes he had hanging up that it was a closet, but wasn’t this supposed to be her room? Maybe it was a shared closet. Surely that’s what it was. It had to be; he’d put her duffel bag in there.

On the other side of the closet, there was a chair sitting in front of a vanity table, it looked like. Closer to her, however, directly to her left, there was an archway through which she caught sight of what looked like an exceptionally large bathtub.

“That’s the main bathroom,” Tim explained when he saw her looking at it. “It has two of everything: two toilets, two sinks, two showers. Only one bathtub, though.” He glanced down at her briefly. “Not that I mind, of course.”

Memories of the last time she’d ridden him in the bath flashed behind her eyelids with every blink— water splashing, him licking droplets of it off her breasts before capturing a nipple between his lips and sucking, him moaning her name, her moaning his, begging him for more, god, Tim—

She shook her head slightly, and he smirked as if he knew exactly what memory she’d been visiting.

Tim gestured to an archway directly across from the one leading to the bathroom. “This is the bedroom.”

The bedroom. Not your bedroom. Not my bedroom. The bedroom.

Heart thudding insistently against her ribcage, Lea tucked her hair behind her ears. “So… where do we, like.” She laughed awkwardly. “Where do we sleep?”

He frowned at her. “In the bed…?”

She’d been afraid of this. Pursing her lips, she grabbed her duffel bag.

“Where are you going?” Tim asked, sounding a bit concerned.

“To change. None of these rooms have any real doors,” she pointed out, heading off in the direction of the half-bath in the entryway.

“Oh,” he said. “There's sliding doors and stuff…” His voice was a bit hesitant when he called after her.

“I’d prefer something with a lock.”

With that, she locked herself in the small bathroom. Actually, in retrospect, this “tiny” half-bath in her ex-boyfriend’s unnecessarily large hotel suite was approximately the same size as her own bathroom, and she had the master, for god’s sake. Ugh.

Either way, she changed into her most modest nightgown, choosing to leave her bra on.

There was a blanket in her duffle bag that she had every intention of wrapping around her so he couldn’t see her in her nightgown. It wasn’t even that immodest, really. It reached just above her knees, showed no cleavage whatsoever, and had a cute ruffle at the bottom. Plus, she’d gotten it on clearance at Target. The issue was that it was partially see-through. This meant he’d be able to see her panties and bra through the thin white linen, which was… unacceptable, quite frankly. Hence, blanket.

But still, her makeup. Especially that lipstain and mascara, ho boy. She needed some kind of remover before she went to sleep or she’d break out like she was thirteen all over again.

“Tim,” she called once she’d fished through her entire duffel bag. By the time she stuck her head out of the bathroom door to call for him again, he was standing right outside, looking entirely too pleased that she’d called for him. Lea fought the urge to roll her eyes. He was so transparent. “I don’t suppose you have any makeup remover?”

He furrowed his brows, considering this before nodding and running off again. When he returned,

It was with a bag of cotton balls and a small bottle of what was likely very expensive makeup remover. She took one look at it and decided immediately that she’d use it very sparingly. It felt… wrong to use his things when they weren’t together, weren’t even friends. The more expensive the thing in question, the more wrong it felt.

“Do you need anything else?” Tim asked eagerly.

“No thank you,” she told him politely, smiling tightly and shutting the door again. She heard him sigh once the lock clicked into place, and it was a good thirty seconds before he walked off again.

By the time Lea finished removing her makeup, she had decided that she had long since earned a nap. She liked to be cocooned in when she slept, and since she couldn’t very well sleep in his bed, the shorter side of the sectional would do perfectly. She had to curl her legs up slightly in order to lay down, but once she’d covered herself in her fuzzy blanket and lay her head on one of the throw pillows, she sighed with contentment.

Yeah, she was essentially in hell. In fact, despite being agnostic and therefore thoroughly undecided on the concept of an afterlife, Lea wasn’t entirely sure she hadn’t died and promptly descended into an eternity of being around her ridiculously attractive ex-boyfriend that she was very much still in love with but not allowed to have for her own sanity and the well-being of her child. In any case, if hell existed, this exact scenario was likely hers.

However, despite that, she was comfortable. She was warm, she was cozy. Maybe it was her exhaustion, but even her bra wasn’t bothering her. She’d just started to drift off to sleep when a voice startled her.

“Lea?” Tim asked, sounding concerned. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, but what’re you doing out here? The bed is way softer, and the pillows are just the way you like them. It even has curtains around it to block out light.”

She was so tired. So very, very tired. And sleeping in a bed that smelled like Tim after so long? Forget hell, that sounded like heaven.

“You don’t have to sleep here, sweetheart,” he told her gently. “Will you let me carry you to bed?”

Lea’s eyes were half-closed, but she nodded at him, too sleepy to remember why agreeing was a bad idea. “Mhm,” she hummed, smiling softly at him.

He smiled back at her, gently pulling the blanket from her body. She didn’t notice the way his breath hitched when he saw her nightgown riding up her thighs, or the way one of her breasts appeared to be falling out of her bra because she was laying on her side.

When he picked her up, cradling her to him, she nestled her head into his shirt, inhaling deeply with a contented smile. She was barely awake, and with him holding her like that, it was like the past three years hadn’t happened and he was carrying her to bed after a long day.

“Tim,” she signed happily.

“I’m here, baby,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her hairline. “I’m here.”

He lay her down, pulling the covers up over her. She nestled in, then frowned when the underwire of her bra constricted against her ribcage, the straps digging into her shoulders. “Tim,” she complained lazily.

“Yeah?” he asked as he pulled the balcony curtains closed.

“Can you help me with my bra?”

He took a deep, shuddering breath. “Of course, angel.”

Lea turned over, and he reached beneath her nightgown to undo her bra expertly, sliding the straps from her shoulders. She pulled the offending garment the rest of the way off, flinging it across the room in annoyance. It landed on a couch that was up against the wall, and Tim stared at where he could now see the shadows of her nipples through the fabric of her nightgown, the way her breasts moved as she breathed, and he couldn’t help it. He stripped down to his boxers and got in next to her, pulling the curtains around the bed closed.

She immediately nestled in close to him, assuming the sudden weight on the mattress was Theo. “Did you have a nightmare, sweetie?” she asked, almost entirely asleep.

Tim cupped her cheek, tracing the lines of her face with gentle fingertips. “It’s me, Lea.”

She smiled softly, shifting closer to him. “Tim.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “God, I missed this with you. I missed you so much, baby.”

Lea hummed, mumbling, “‘m here.” She yawned, burying her face in his neck. “Love you.”

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her as close to him as she could possibly get. “I love you, too.”

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lixzey · 5 months

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forever yours.

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Timothée Chalamet, cheating on Kylie Jenner? The Wonka actor was spotted kissing an unknown woman in Los Angeles!

You stared at the article on your phone, your hands shaking. You knew you shouldn't think about it; after all, you and Timothée have been dating for four years, and he loves you—only you. But nobody knew that, though. He was a world-famous actor, and you were someone who just so happened to have his heart. You two had decided to keep the relationship low-key and private, away from the chaotic world of Hollywood. Nobody outside of both of your families and friends knew who you were or what you looked like.

You sighed, plopping down on the bed in your boyfriend's apartment. You have been living with him for the last two years, and you loved every bit of it. Timothée was the sweetest boyfriend; he loved to spoil you. He gives you everything that you deserve and more—his words, not yours. You couldn't ask for anything more; you were happily content with the love of your life.

But you still can't brush off the fact that in this story, you were the bad guy.

It all started in December 2022, when Timothée was forced to date Kylie Jenner. His management thought that it would be beneficial for him, seeing that Kylie was Forbes' youngest self-made billionaire and had tons of fans, maybe more than Timothée had. At first, your boyfriend was reluctant. He didn't want to date anyone else other than you. You two argued, but in the end, you convinced him that it would be good for his career.

Timothée signed the contract, and he was obligated to date the youngest daughter of Kris Jenner.

It started with little appearances like Kylie showing up at your home, and you had to leave or hide because there were paparazzis all over the perimeter of your house. Your boyfriend was absolutely apologetic that you had to pretend that you were not his, and it broke his heart to see you smile from the sidelines.

You assured him that everything's alright. You were okay with everything, as long as, at the end of the day, he came back home to you.

Some Timothée's fans were hopelessly praying that it was all some sort of PR stunt—which it actually was, but you signed a non-disclosure agreement. You had no choice but to keep it to yourself. Their 'relationship' went on and on, giving the people the benefit of the doubt.

Until early September, when the PR team decided that it was time to make it public.

You were a little bit heartbroken when you saw it on social media. It was at Beyoncé's birthday concert, a celebrity-studded event, which made it the perfect opportunity to show off their relationship. The way Kylie Jenner had her hands all over your man made your blood boil. Timothée looked uncomfortable, but he didn't have any other choice. You wanted to go and just punch that plastic woman for having her claws all over your boyfriend, but you couldn't do anything. You hated it, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it. Because if you did, Timothée would drop it before you could even say no.

The way your boyfriend has his arms wrapped around that plastic bitch made you want to slap her and tear off all the plastic she had in her fake body. The way she kissed your man made you want to feed her to the sharks in the Atlantic Ocean. The way your boyfriend had his hand over her ass made you want to go and make a deal with the devil to rid the world of that woman, and maybe chop off your boyfriend's hands while you're at it. But again, you couldn't do a thing. You were left to watch while another woman pawed at your man.

Timothée did everything to make it up to you. He would always assure you that it was all for show and nothing more. He loved you, only you, and he would never dream of hurting you. You knew that, of course, but you can't help getting annoyed by it—you won't tell him that though, because you couldn't.

But now you were a homewrecker, a slut.

Apparently, someone saw you and your boyfriend kissing. It was your fourth anniversary. Timothée had brought you to your favorite restaurant in Los Angeles and was enjoying the night, celebrating four years of love. After a bit of wine, he kissed you, like he always did—momentarily forgetting his 'girlfriend'.

The next day, the photo of you and your boyfriend kissing was all over the internet. People were calling you a homewrecker, a slut, a whore, and more. You practically had death threats filling up semi-trucks. People were telling you who you are, and you didn't have a choice, all because you loved Timothée.

All of this for what? Celebrating four years with the man you love?

You buried your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sobs. You felt like the whole world was against you, like you were the villain in some twisted fairytale. What did you do to even deserve any of this? You just wanted to be with your man, but the world had other plans.

“Mon amour? Are you here?” A voice echoed from downstairs. You wiped away the tears from your eyes, putting on another fake smile as you walked down.

“Hey, love. Are you hungry?” You asked, voice breaking. Timothée looked at you, and you knew he knew something was wrong. You mentally kicked yourself for being so utterly stupid.

“What's wrong, mon amour?” Timothée asked, stepping forward and wrapping you in his arms.

“Nothing, it's alright.” You lied. You were getting pretty good at lying, not that you were proud of it.

Timothée sighed, his arms wrapping you tighter against his body. “Y/n, please, baby. I know something's wrong; you've been crying.” You could hear his heartbeat, the loud thumping in his chest calming you. You sighed loudly, burying your face into his chest, the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils. You pulled away abruptly, and the look of confusion on his face made your heart wrench inside your chest.

“I'm okay, don't worry.”

Timothée cupped your face in his hands, your eyes meeting his. “Y/n, please, mon amour. Just tell me, I just want to help.”

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Have you seen the tabloids?”

Timothée sighed, knowing it was about his fake relationship again. “Can you tell me what it is, baby? I'm sorry I haven't checked out the news.”

“It's just....it's silly, honestly.”

“It's not silly if it's bothering you, my love.”

“Someone saw us kissing yesterday, and it's all over the tabloids.” you mumbled, your eyes glued to the floor.

“Oh, baby,” Timothée whispered. “I'm so sorry; I dragged you into this. It's all my fault.” he muttered.

Your heart broke when he said it was his fault. It wasn't; it was the people who were quick to judge. “It isn't your fault, Tim.”

“It is, baby. I shouldn't have agreed to that PR stunt. I should've just turned it down and spent all of my time with you instead-” You cut him off with your lips crashing with his. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You felt all of your worries evaporate into thin air, and all that mattered was him. The man you have spent four years with, the man you see a future with.

You pulled away, making him growl as the feeling of your lips left his. You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby. But….”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But what, baby?” You asked worriedly.

“Can I see what the article says? And anything else related to it?”

Your eyes widened slightly. It was one thing for you to read all of those horrid things people have written about you, but Timothée? He would break at the words people have said about you, and you couldn't live with him thinking his fans were horrible to the woman he loves.

“Baby….”

“Please, mon amour? You don't deserve to get all the hate.”

You playfully raised an eyebrow, trying to diffuse the tension. “Who said I was getting hate?”

Timothée chuckled. “I know Hollywood.”

You let out a deep sigh as you rubbed your temples. “It's horrible, mon amour.”

“I don't care; I still love you no matter what.”

“You really want to read it?”

“Yes, I do.”

You opened your phone and showed him one of the videos on TikTok about the articles.

timmyfan1: omg timmy cheated on kylie with her? yuck, homewrecker.

kyliestan_: such a slut, going after someone else's boyfriend.

timotheestan: die bitch

– timobaby: yeah, go die in a ditch you slut.

– kyjennerbaby: not timothée's fans wanting the girl to die 😭

timotheechalamalabingbong: not timothée throwing away his relationship and career for this girl 😭

kyliebaby: poor kylie, got her heart broken by this douchebag

jennersisters: anyone want to help me find that girl and slap the shit outta her?

– user1: count me in!

– user2: me too! i'm gonna drag that little bitch down

“I'm so sorry, mon amour,” Timothée whispered as he turned the phone off. “You don't deserve any of this.”

You smiled sadly at him. “I know, but this is nothing.”

“No, it's not nothing. They want you to die, and that's not okay…”

“I don't have any plans on dying, Timmy.” You chuckled.

"But…but...”

"No buts. I know it hurts, but we have to live with it. I have to live with it. You'll just have to focus on your career, okay?”

Timothée sighed in defeat. “You're the most precious person in this world; you don't deserve this.”

“And you know it.” You smiled, grabbing his hand in yours. “I don't care about their words anymore, as long as I have you.”

“I don't deserve you.”

“You do; you deserve me and more.” You chuckled, kissing his knuckles. “I love you, no matter what.”

“I love you, Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” Timothée planted a soft kiss on your lips before pulling you again to his chest. “I'm yours, forever yours.”

You sighed contentedly, melting at his touch, feeling comfort and love in your boyfriend's arms. The only thing that mattered in that moment was you and him; no one could ever take away your happiness.

Your boyfriend, your Timothée, yours.

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My first piece of fan art. My baby Regulus Black 🌙 ✨ Oil paint on 8x8 canvas. So excited to paint more HP pieces! 🤍

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timothée chalamet masterlist

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 9 months

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His Muse

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Description: Willy had a setback and feeling defeat, luckily he can come home to his Flossy who always knows how to cheer him up. He couldn’t have asked for a better muse.

A/N: So no one asked this, but I saw the trailer and had to write this. It’s started sad but it has a happy ending. And can I just saw how excited I am for this film and Willy looks so happy, insane and I can’t want to see more of him. Also this is set in London in the 20s roughly.

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Smut, frantic and manic Wonka, slight talk of misogyny. pregnant reader.

Willy sighed as he walked down the street. His hat was tucked under his arm and his head was angled towards the ground. He didn’t like being defeated, being so bumped out, and hopeless, but that was exactly how he was feeling right now.

He has been denied again on a loan to open his own chocolate shop. He worked hard on this batch of chocolate and the bakers just laughed at him without even tasting it. How was he supposed to open his shop if they refused to take his product? He needed a shop to sell candy, but couldn’t get a shop without selling candy, but it was illegal to sell candy without a shop.

It was enough to make his head spin and not in a good way. He gnawed on his bottom lip until the pain and too much. Maybe it was time for him to give up on his pointless goal. Maybe he would get a normal job, he could be like his father and be a dentist, it would help his family.

At the thought of his family, he felt his eyes fill with tears. He would come home to his love a disappoint again. He never understood how she could stand by him when he offered no help to the family.

His sweet love, his candy cane, his chocolate delight, his muse. He sniffled as his home came into view. If you could call it that. It was a tiny home with barely enough room for a bedroom, bathroom, tiny kitchen, and a little basement area he’s been using as a workshop.

He wiped his eyes as he opened the front door of the home. “Flossy, I’m home,” he said with less excitement than you are used to.

You were standing at the stove making soup. You both have been eating a lot of soup these days but you never complained. You always smiled and said that soup was your favorite food, next to his sweets.

Willy made his way over to you, putting his hat on the rack along with his coat before wrapping his arms around your waist. He squeezed you softly and pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

“Rough day?” You asked softly. Your voice was like angels singing to Willy. He would listen to you and never tire of it. He often joked he wishes he could bottle up your voice and add it to his recipes to make his candy even sweeter.

“Rough day,” he repeated sadly.

Turning down the stove, you turned to face your husband. You’ve seen just about every side of Willy. His angry side, his happy side, his frantic and mad side, but you never seen him like this. Defeated with sad hidden green eyes. They normally shined like emeralds and danced with ideas, love, and wonder; But now they were dull, lifeless, and full of fear.

You cuffed his face. “My sweet Willy, what’s wrong my love?” You said.

He leaned into your touch, clothing his eyes briefly before they opened again. Willy grabbed your hands and kissed your left palm then your right. Determination filled his eyes as he looked back at you, but he still smiled sadly.

“I have been thinking,” he started walking away from you to set at one of the two mix-match chairs at your table.

“Oh,” you said wiping your hands on your apron and turning back to the soup, adding a bit more seasoning.

“Yes, I think we should turn the basement into the baby’s room. The babe can not stay in our room with us or at least not forever. I know the house is small so that is the best decision.”

Your furrowed your brows and glanced at him over your shoulder. “I don’t think the babe should be sleeping in your workshop.”

“Ah, but it won’t be my workshop. It will just be the babe's room. Maybe I can go tomorrow and see about getting some paint to paint a little mural for our little gumdrop.”

“Willy what about your work? Where will you do that?”

“In an office of course. I will get a job like a normal husband and work in an office. And after saving we can move to a better place.”

You sighed, turning to face your husband. Your hand fell to your small bump. You were barely showing with you been just over 3 months along. You walked to your husband, staring to kneel in front of him when he gave a shout and quickly got up and ushered you into his seat and he kneeled in front of you.

You smiled at his antics, patting his curls lovingly. He beamed up at you at your affection. A bit of light came back to his eyes, but still, the dark cloud lingered. Your smile turned sad. “Willy my love, if I want a normal husband, I would have married one of the men my father wanted me to,” you started, cupping his face.

“Why didn’t you? You could have had a better life?” he asked, he begin fiddling with the bottom of your apron.

“Because-” you turned his face towards yours. “-having a life with more money does not mean having a better life. I am happy with you, I love you, Willy Wonka.”

“I’m a failure,” he said, dropping his head to your lap. “I am a failure as a husband, as a businessman, as a chocolatier, I will be a failure as a father as well.” His tears fell heavily from his eyes.

“You are not a failure in any sense of the world, my love. You are brilliant, wonderful, and the kindest man I know. You had a setback. You are only a failure if you give up.”

“I must. I must. Our family needs more than what little I am able to earn. You have already lost two jobs because of me,” he sobbed into your legs.

Your first job once you married was at a local candy shop. With Willy actively trying to pursue the same business, your former boss, Arthur Slugworth, thought it was best you leave the shop.

Last month you lost your job waitressing when your boss learned of your pregnancy, stating it was for your own good to be home, nesting, and waiting for the birth. “Willy. I did not lose my job because of you. I lost my job because of other people’s issues. I have been having fun doing work with Mrs. Jonerson, learning the ends and out of the seamstress business. You know I always wanted to make clothes.”

He sniffled and nodded, turning his wet face toward you. “You made my lucky coat. I love it. It seems like home and made with love from my Flossy.”

You smiled back at him, wiping under his eyes. “Yes made with all the love in the world from your Flossy. Your Flossy who believes in you. Who knows you will have the biggest chocolate factory one day and your ideas and candy will reach all over the world.”

“It is a child’s dream.”

“It is your dream,” you stated. Not going to let him give up on the thing that makes him happiest.

“And what about your dream? You didn’t want this for your life. You deserve the world,” he said, hopelessly as he dramatically threw himself off of your legs and onto the floor.

He was spread out on the floor like a starfish and you giggled softly as you got on the floor and sat in his lap. His hands came up to grab your hips, but other than that, he didn’t move. “My world is you, my little dramatic chocolatier, our baby, and our lives. I want nothing more than that.”

Willy's eyes blinked at you in confusion, but wonder and love was creeping back into his gaze. “You must have a dream, you like designing is that not your dream?”

“When we met. We talked about dreams. How everything good in this world started with a dream. You said your mother used to tell you that and I thought it was perfect. I said my dream was to make clothes to make people happy, to fill them with love. I wanted my clothes to mean something to someone. Well, you wear my clothes, our child will wear my clothes, that is enough for me. My world will wear my clothes and love them, there is nothing more filling than that.”

Willy sat up slowly, pulling you tighter against him. “So your dream is to make clothes for our family?”

“Yes, or it used to be. Your dream is to make the world happy. To spread love and cheer through making your candy. And I love that dream, it has become my dream as well. My dream is for you to have your dream. Dreams are important. Do not give up.”

Willy cupped your face and kissed you deeply. “I love love love you, My Flossy. My sweet sweet Candy Floss,” he said, kissing all over your face frantically. “You are right? I can not give up. Giving up is not an option.” He kissed you once more, exploring your mouth with excitement.

He stood up with you in his arms. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He placed you on the counter and begin taking your clothes off your body. “Giving up is not the Wonka way. We will change the world with chocolate. With your clothing and my creation, we will add whimsy to the world.”

“There is the Willy, I know and love,” you said, pulling his clothes off and running your hands along his skin, loving being so close to him.

He shivered and grabbed your hips pulling you close as he sunk into you all at once. You winced slightly. “Willy. You are quite big remember to go slow,” you laughed, slapping his shoulder.

He blushed leaning down to capture your lips in an apology kiss. “I am sorry, Flossy. I just get so excited to be inside of you. I tend to lose my head.”

You kiss back, digging your fingers into his curls. “It is okay, I like your excitement, I love your cock and I love you,” you said, moaning as he pulled back out and then slammed back into you.

“Chocolate pudding you feel amazing,” he groaned, pistoling his hips quicker, spreading your legs wider so he could get deeper inside of you. “I want to live right here, between your legs.”

“Yeah? I would be so sore and drunk on your cock, my love,” you said, rocking against him. The things in the cabinet above your head started to shake and you were slightly worried something would fall on you, but also you were rather get hit than ask him to stop. “Please, Willy,” you begged.

“You beg, you know you never have to beg from your husband. All I am and have is yours,” he said, kissing along your neck, sucking in marks. “Shall I make a candy that feels like this? Feelings like being so deep inside of you. Like we are one?”

“I don’t think the public would be a fan of such a sexual chocolate flavor or feeling,” you moaned tugging his hair.

He whimpered at the pull of his hair, his cock throbbed and you knew he was close. “I suppose you are right, but maybe I can make a batch for just us,” he mused, biting into your neck as he lost his rhythm and cum painted your insides.

“Razzles, Flossy,” he moaned.

Willy’s hand came between your bodies stroking along your clit with his long and skillful fingers. You tightened around his cock and pulled harder on his hair as you came, fireworks dancing between your eyes.

Willy kissed your shoulders, moving to your breasts, and then back up to your lips. You kissed him back tiredly. He wrapped his arm around your waist and carried you to the bedroom and laid you down.

He left to get a washing cloth and cleaned you softly. “An orgasm feeling chocolate is a no-go as well?” He asked, putting a nightdress on you.

You laughed shaking your head as you fixed the dress once it was on you. “No, I don’t think so. Well, unless it is the feelings but not inducing one.”

His eyes lit up. “You are a genius my flossy,” he said, kissing you quickly. Then he leaned down and kiss your stomach. “And you, my gumdrop, will be sweet as sugar like your mother.”

“And father,” you added, smiling softly, getting up from the bed. “The soup is probably cold,” you said with a slight pout.

“It is alright,” he smiled, kissing your pout.

“But it was your favorite and you had a bad day.”

“And you have made it much better. I feel rejuvenated. I feel alive. I have so many ideas, I must go work on,” he said, bouncing up and out of the room.

You followed after him, though you walked, but couldn’t help but be happy to see him back to his old self. “Do not work too hard, Mr. Wonka. Your wife would like to have dinner with you when it is warm.”

“Working too hard is in my blood, but I’ll be back to eat with my sweetest of sweets,” he said, bouncing back to your side. He grabbed your waist, dipping you and kissing you until your vision blurred from lack of oxygen.

When he left you up, he spun you a few times and you fell into his chest. “Willy you will be the death of me,” you said, shaking your head and patting his curls as you untangled yourself from him and went to the stove.

“Nonsense. Never. I would never dream of being the death of the one that breathes life into me,” he wrapped himself around you, but you swatted him away.

“Work Willy, work,” you reminded him laughing.

“Another round is out of the question them?” He asked, his hands moving to pull your dress up.

You laughed. “Another round can wait. You, my genius chocolatier need to work, and I need to warm the soup and my privates need a break.”

“Ah, right again. I will work and give you a break, but,” He pressed himself against you and whispered in your ear. “Tonight you will have no break. Tomorrow you’ll be sore. Maybe I’ll work on a candy to relieve pain for my sweet,”

You flushed. “Willy Wonka, enough,” you said, trying to slow down your racing heart.

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “I do love seeing you like this, I will hurry back to return to you.”

“Do not rush. It seems I will need all the respite I can get.”

His laughter echoed around your small home as he opened the door to the basement and disappeared inside.

30 minutes later you poured the soup into two bowls, toasted some bread, and made your way down the ladder to get into Willy’s shop. You were silent as you walked, but it wouldn’t have made a difference as he was buzzing around the room with his notepad writing down things, mumbling to himself, and grabbing ingredients.

You watched him for a few minutes before shaking your head and setting the bowls down on one of the tables and making your way over to him, grabbing his hand as he buzzed by. He stopped at once blinking at you as if unsure if he was seeing you or not.

You couldn’t help but laugh, it was the same look he gave you in the morning as he was coming out of dreamland. “Darling are you back with me,” you said, patting his curls.

His eyes roamed over your face for a few seconds before he smiled softly and goofily his eyes glowing with wonder. “There is the woman I love most. My forever muse, the love of my life,” he said wrapping his arms around your waist picking you up and spinning you both. “After our talk, I’ve come up with 16 new ideas and I know they won’t be able to ignore me anymore,” He said with wide eyes.

You allowed him to spin you around before, tapping his shoulder. “You’re making me dizzy, Willy,” you said and he quickly set you on your feet.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, smothering you in kisses but you just shook your head and kissed his nose.

“I am excited to hear all your new ideas,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the small table.

“And taste them right? You are my favorite taste tester,” he added.

You didn’t point out that you were his only one. “Of course, I haven’t had a bad piece of candy from you ever. I am always eager to try me,” you said, setting the bowl down in front of him.

He crossed his legs and pulled the bowl into his lap. “And that is why I could never be more grateful to you. For putting up with my antics.”

“Your antics are my favorite part of you, Willy. There is never a dull moment in this house,” you said.

Willy grinned widely at your comment. “I am glad. Life is more enjoyable with excitement, don’t you agree?”

You nodded grabbing your own bowl of soup. “Yes, I agree. Now tell me about these ideas.”

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bonesandchalamet · 10 months

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slumber party - t.chalamet

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requested: y - “Hii, could you make one about Timothée and reader having a toddler,and just pure fluff please 🫶🏻”

pairings: dad!timothee chalamet x mom!reader

warnings: fluff + child has been given a name + established relationship

a/n: this is short I’m sorry love!

silence never fills the walls of your New York apartment anymore— at least not since aurora, your daughter, was born.

her presence has been a blessing, there’s no doubt to that, but when the silence exists it’s deafening. which is why you’re concerned at six am when the pitter-patter of little feet against the hardwood floor is nonexistent. she’s only four, you think to yourself, there’s no way she’s learned to sleep in yet.

Timothee, your husband, is dead asleep beside you. he couldn’t of heard a tornado hit with the way he sleeps, and you don’t blame him. work and production of the upcoming films he was in were beginning to start, and sleep was lacking with not only a toddler, but work.

so yes, he had his reasons to sleep in, but aurora didn’t.

you heave out a worried sigh, throwing the blankets off your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. you slip on your slippers and trudge down the hall towards her bedroom. the homemade sign of her name Timothee made hangs loose on the door, the stickers her and Pauline stuck to the wood were fading, but stuck like glue. you push open the door carefully, to see her blinds are pushed open already, and she’s dressed herself.

“aurora,” your groggy voice jolts her head from the book in her lap, it’s timothees copy of dune that she stole because it reminder her of him. he spent months in the desert thinking of you two, and she spent months pretending the fat book in her lap was readable.

“mommy, is daddy awake?” she slips off the bed, book falling open onto the ground, she brushes past you headed straight for your bedroom door that’s closed. she doesn’t give you a second to reply, the man in the cozy bedroom is all she cares about and you don’t blame her. his presence was absent due to filming, any chance she got cozying up with him was a win in her book

you don’t have in your heart to warn her that he’s sleep. she’s already pushed open the door and by the time you slip into the dark room, she’s made herself comfortable in his arms. he’s barely awake, but when he felt her finger poke his chest, he unconsciously lifted his arms up.

you slip back under the sheets, turning in bed to look at the two. their mouths part the same way, their strains of curly brown hair fall over their faces in the exact same way.

you watch his eyes flutter open for a brief minute, he takes a look down at her, and then at you. your eyes are shut once again, forehead touching auroras, the two of you are sound asleep, and he doesn’t hesitate to sink further into the mattress and let sleep wash over him.

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lola-la-cava · 11 months

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Met ‘23

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

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“Y-yeah, don’t even worry about it. Who needs air?. Just… keep going” I say as they continue to tighten the corset. I grip my waist, sucking up as much air as I can.

All of a sudden, I hear a familiar voice tsk. The women helping me with my dress backs up, causing the piece of clothing to loosen.

“Did she put you up to this?”, he asked the woman. She nodded.

“Traitor!”

He laughs at my quip and comes up to kiss my cheek. “You look beautiful”

Timothée looks me up and down, examining the dress and taking my hand to twirl me. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” I giggle.

The curly haired boy gasped, “Half bad? Come on! Give me a little more credit!”

“Ah fine! You look gorgeous!” I praise, getting my body close to his to pull him in for a needed kiss.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not done yet! Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh, lover boy?” my make-up artist comes to pull us apart and retouching my lipstick.

“How could I?” he stared at me with a love sick stare that I didn’t quite notice at the time.

Timothée hears a quick snap!from the camera. He whips his head around to see one of the photographers catch the perfect moment.

“Whoops” the guy shrugged.

“You people are sickening!” my assistant screamed from the other side of the room.

Timothée answers back, “Jealous much, Meg?”

“Ha. ha.” she teased. “I happen to enjoy being all alone, thank you very much”

I playfully roll my eyes at her antics. “Yeah, sureee”

“Aaalright, Y/N you’re set!” She pats my cheek as I look at her with grateful eyes.

Timothée’s arms wrap around my front once again as soon as she let go. His head resting on my shoulder, kissing my neck

“I just hope lover boy here doesn’t ruin your make-up”

“No promises” he giggles as he playfully placed wet kisses on the side of my head.

“I swear, you will never hear the end from me if you do” she warns him.

“Now, get on out there. Tons of people are expecting you”

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Ah, the calm before the storm.

Well, as calm as it can get. Which was not very.

They stood in the line before getting their pictures taken. Celebrities in extravagant clothing surrounded them. Some familiar faces present that Y/N took note to say hello to later on.

Y/N smoothed over her dress and brought her hand up to fix her hair again. Timothée noticing this, he interrupted her movement and took her hand. He squeezed it three times before kissing it.

I love you.

She took her hand back and grabbed her phone from a discreet pocket on the dress.

She scrolled aimlessly through social media, trying to get feeling of impending doom of my mind.

Her eye catches a random headline from an entertainment news update account. It read:

‘Timothée Chalamet and Kylie Jenner hard launching their relationship at tonight’s Met Gala? Y/N Y/L/N left in the dust?’

She lets out an obnoxious scoff. Timmy hearing it, he looks at her screen, reading the obviously made-up headline.

“God, they’re still on that?”

He notices his partner’s silence. “Come on. You’re not really bothered by this, are you?”

She opened her mouth to say something. No words came out. She merely shrugged.

He gripped her shoulders and pulled her in for a bear hug. Timothée rested his head on hers as she got close to his chest, hearing the comforting beat of his heart that never failed to comfort her.

The couple stayed like that. “Trust me, mon coeur. I wouldn’t have this any other way. I’m perfect where I am and who I’m with”

“Shit, I actually might cry. I never know what to say when you say this sappy shit”, Y/N chuckles as she puts her hand up to mess with his styled hair.

Feeling her hand creeping his back, Timmy pulls away and bows. “I aim to please you. It’s my sole purpose in life”

A smile instantly appeared on her face and butterflies in her stomach. Nothing had definitely changed from when they first started going out. Same sparks, same chemistry, same tension. Whatever you wanna call it. It was there. They had it.

She tugged on his hand, pulling him in for one more kiss. Y/N looked at him, looking over the features she admired so much that she practically memorized them. Her gaze lands on his lips.

Some of her lipstick and gloss had transferred to his lips. She quickly tried to get the makeup off. “Shit, wait hold on. You have some-“

He smacks her hand away. “No, no. Keep it.” He rubbed his lips together getting the substance to cover all ground.

“Y/N Y/L/N and Timothée Chalamet? They’re ready for you.”

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“Right now, I’m here with everyone’s favourite couple, Timothée Chalamet and Y/N Y/L/N” Emma, the interviewer, spoke with enthusiasm.

We’d just finished the carpet and were almost home free. Camera flashes blinded my vision as I tried not to close my eyes throughout the whole thing. Screams of my name were heard throughout the venue. Meddlesome questions and controlling demands to pose a certain way were yelled. To which, I didn’t respond to. Why should I? I maintained my balance by holding onto Timothée. You’d think after a few years, you’d get used to the bordering aggressive personalities you have to deal with every single day.

It turns out not really.

“How does it feel to be back? I mean, you guys have gone before, but how does it feel to be here as the quote-unquote, it couple?”

Me and Timmy both give awkward chuckles as we heard the last two words.

“Uh- I really don’t know about that last part, but it just feels great to share such a meaningful moment with him. I’ve personally dreamed of attending since I first saw it as a kid and to be invited for the second time… It’s just… yea”, I answer, not being able to expound on the statement.

Emma hums and gains back the mic.

“So, rumors have been swirling about the internet that actually said othewise. Do you have anything to say about that?” She points the microphone at Timothée this time, definitely hinting at the Kylie rumors.

He seems taken aback by the question, not knowing what to say and the only thing I’m able to do was squeeze his hand. Three times.

I love you.

Emma realizes this with a regretful look on her face. She leans toward both of us as she moves the mic away.

“It’s totally fine if you guys aren’t comfortable. We could just mov-“

He takes the mic, she gives him a grateful small smile.

“No, I uh, me and Y/N have actually seen a handful of tweets about this and I just wanna set the record straight and say we are very much still together”, he nods as he hands the microphone back to her.

“I think I’m right by saying that this has definitely relieved viewrs at home and me.” We laugh genuinely at her quip.

I imagine people on Twitter have stopped adding fuel to the fire after what he said and can have a better goodnight’s sleep later in the evening.

“And that’s our time. I’ll see you lovebirds inside! Have a great time together!”

We both shook her hand and left with an indebted expression for keeping it mellow (for the most part) after such a nerve-wracking red carpet.

“Very professional with that answer, Chalamet”, I hook my arms with his and leaned on his shoulder.

“Of course, ‘gotta remind everyone you’re still my girl”, he says with a smug smirk.

I laugh, “Your girl? I suppose that means you’re my boy?”

He playfully rolls his eyes. “Come on! As if you didn’t know that from the beginning”

“Ohhh, I know. I just wanted to hear it from your mouth!”

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all-my-love-for-harry · 2 years

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[ requests are open ]

these stories + more stories can be found on my wattpad

series;

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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please send timothée/ regulus black fics, ANY that you enjoyed or enjoy reading, idc. I feel like it read all of tumblr and A03

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 1 year

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Number Nine

Chapter Four: If There’s Danger in Confession

AO3 author’s note/info one two three four five six seven eight epilogue extra

Said I’m fine, but it wasn’t true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you. And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate; and I screamed, for whatever it’s worth, “I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?” He looks up, grinning like a devil.- Taylor Swift, Cruel Summer

Tim didn’t usually have a reason for why he got her things.

“I just like to get you things,” he’d told her once, staring up at her from where his head lay in her lap. “I want to see you in things as beautiful as you are.”

She had giggled and kissed him, still smiling.

So when he’d told her he was getting her an outfit for the sole purpose of being able to take it off her, she was not remotely surprised.

The boxes came over the course of several weeks. White Honey Birdette lingerie covered in lace and silver Jimmy Choo heels that sparkled as she walked. He’d given her the Colette jewelry in person—pearl and diamond dangly earrings along with a matching ring and bracelet—although he’d had to pick up the necklace himself.

The Paolo Sebastian dress took the longest. It was made of ankle-length pale blue tulle with white embroidery that looked like a carousel.

When she stepped stepped through the elevator door into his penthouse, she felt like a princess.

Until she heard the moaning of several women along with what sounded suspiciously like her boyfriend.

“Harder, Timothée,” came a female voice.

“Keep eating her pussy,” he responded lowly.

There were smacking sounds coming from the upstairs living room to her left, and when she turned her head with wide, horrified eyes, she saw it.

Tim on the couch, taking a gorgeous blonde from behind while the woman went down on a second equally gorgeous blonde and a third looked on, touching herself as she kissed him.

Lea had known he did this sort of thing, of course, he’d mentioned it in passing and never hidden it from her, but she never thought she’d actually see it.

Near tears, she turned around again to get right back in the elevator and leave and possibly ghost him. Unfortunately for her, however, Tim must’ve heard the click-clack of her shoes on his hardwood floor, because his head snapped up and he exclaimed a very excited-sounding, “Lea!”

The girl in question winced, really just wanting to go home and have a nice long cry in the bath, but he’d seen her, and she couldn’t very well escape him now.

“I’m so sorry, girls,” Tim was saying to the group of women he’d been fucking. “My girlfriend’s here, would you mind…?”

There were three murmurs of agreement and then the sounds of clothes being put on.

She was so shocked by all this that by the time the women filed past her into the elevator, the tears were gone from her eyes.

Lea stood there, stock-still, as Tim came bounding over, the sound of his bare feet on the floor getting closer to her. “Hey, baby,” he said happily, grabbing her hand and spinning her around to face him. “You look gorgeous. Even better than I pictured.” He paused. “An angel come to earth. Makes me wanna corrupt you.”

She glanced downwards.

His dick was still hard. And wet.

Tim noticed her looking and grinned. “Aww, you want me, too, huh? Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll always take care of you.”

She stayed in front of the elevator, staring at him in silence.

He pouted, holding out his arms to her. “What’re you doing just standing there? C’mere.”

Lea hesitantly took a step forward, and as soon as she was within reach, he grabbed her by the waist and yanked her against him.

“There,” he said happily. “Isn’t that better?”

She put her hands on his chest and looked up at him with wide eyes. Then, he put his hand on her cheek and leaned down to kiss her. As soon as his lips touched hers, everything else fell away. It didn’t matter that he’d just been kissing one woman while fucking another. All that mattered was that his chest was pressed against hers and his hands were in her hair and his tongue was in her mouth.

“C’mon,” he breathed against her lips, taking her hand and leading her into his bedroom.

“Do you bring the others in here?” she asked nervously, unsure of whether or not she wanted to know the answer.

Tim pressed her against the wall of windows, the skirt of her dress fanning out around her. “No,” he told her. “You’re the only one who gets to see my room, sleep in my bed.”

Lea smiled up at him, her heart fluttering at the notion of being unique to him in some way.

“Now then,” he began, strolling over to one of his bedside tables to grab small box labeled BULGARI from the drawer as well as his phone and cigarette and lighter before moving to sit on the divan at the foot of his bed. He beckoned her closer before lighting the cigarette and taking a drag. “C’mere, baby.”

Lea obeyed, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly in her sparkly Jimmy Choos.

He looked up at her, examining her form, taking another drag from his cigarette and putting his phone and the box next to where he sat, his long legs stretched out on either side of her. “You look awfully sexy in that, y’know. All pure and innocent. Why don’t you show me how bad you want this cock?”

“What… what do you want me to do?” Lea asked nervously.

He smirked around his cigarette. “I want you to dance for me.”

“D— dance?” she sputtered. “What kind of dance?”

“You like Halsey, don’t you?” he asked casually, opening his phone and scrolling through. “You’re gonna strip for me.”

Lea blanched at that, and he looked up at her, chuckling softly at her expression. “Don’t be nervous, angel. It’s just me.”

“I… I wanna please you,” she admitted.

He hummed. “You’re so sweet, you know that?” She blushed, and he tapped a song on his phone, the beat of Strange Love filling the room. “C’mon, baby. Just move with the music and take your clothes off. Anything you do will please me, I promise.”

Lea closed her eyes and tried to focus on the beat, swaying her hips to the rhythm.

“That’s it,” Tim encouraged, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Now turn around and unzip your dress for me.”

She did so, letting him watch as inch after inch of her pale, freckled skin was revealed to his eyes. He hummed when the dress was so loose that it fell to the floor at her feet.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Shake your ass for me, baby. Sway it.”

She did so, slowly moving her hips from side to side, hoping it was what he wanted. “Like this?”

He reached out to squeeze her asscheek roughly through her lace panties that hardly covered anything to begin with before smacking it lightly. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he groaned. “Yeah, like that. God, the way it jiggles.”

Emboldened by his enthusiasm, Lea swayed her hips a bit more, enjoying the way he praised her.

“Fuck,” he said again. “Take off your bra, sweetheart.”

She considered this for a moment before deciding not to turn around and face him, instead choosing to reach behind her back and unbuckle her bra, letting the straps slip from her shoulders and her breasts escape the cups. With a small smile over her shoulder, she tossed the bra at him and moved her hips to the beat. “There you go,” she told him with a slight giggle.

Tim laughed in disbelief. “You little minx!” he exclaimed with delight. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Are you gonna teach me a lesson?” she wanted to know.

“If you keep it up, I might have to,” he warned. “You are acting like a dirty slut.”

Lea turned on her heels, one arm covering her breasts and walking towards him. He was still smoking his cigarette, watching her intently. “Maybe I want to be a slut for you, Timothée,” she said softly, putting her thumb in her panties to slide them over one hip just a little. “Maybe I want you to remind me who owns me.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes bouncing around her form. “You’re such a tease. Don’t forget whose slave you are.”

Lea pouted, feigning displeasure. “I’m not a slave.”

Tim practically jumped at the opportunity. “Ohhhh, yes, yes you are. And I’m going to prove it to you.” He took a drag before continuing, “Take your panties off and get on your knees.”

Lea didn’t, instead choosing to cross her other arm over her breasts and raise an eyebrow at him, her core tingling in anticipation of what he’d do to punish her for not obeying immediately.

“Don’t be a brat,” he snapped. “I had those panties custom made for you. I’d really rather not have to rip them off you. And quit trying to hide your tits from me. They belong to me just like the rest of you, so let me see them.”

Lea sighed, finally removing her arms from over her breasts and sliding her panties down her body slowly.

“Good girl,” he praised lowly. “See? It’s not so hard to behave for me, is it? Now get on your knees.” He took a drag of his cigarette with one hand, the other pointing between where his feet were on the floor.

She knew he wanted her to suck his dick, and god did she want to, but she loved riling him up. It was so sexy when he got frustrated. “Hmmm,” she hummed in consideration. “No, I don’t think I will.”

“I didn’t fucking ask,” Tim finally snapped, grabbing her hand and forcing her to her knees. “Suck it.”

“No. You’re so demanding.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, grabbing the back of her hair firmly and forcing her to his cock so her lips brushed against it. “Suck it.”

She knew that if she truly didn’t want it, she could make it known to him easily. But that wasn’t the case here. Her mouth was watering at the mere idea of being able to pleasure him the way he was wanting, of making him moan her name.

Pretending to be reluctant, she took his dick in her mouth and started to suck the head, watching his face with wide eyes all the while.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You know what you’re good for, don’t you? Just a couple of holes for me to use, hm?”

She moaned in delight around his length, moving faster over him.

“Such a whore,” Tim observed, taking a drag of his cigarette. “You didn’t even wanna suck my cock and here you are, moaning around it like the slut you are.”

Lea reached between her legs and started to rub her clit, aching for relief. She wanted him so badly, wanted to please him so much, and god did she want him inside her.

“Look at you,” he gasped. “Such a slut that you can’t help but pleasure yourself when you’re sucking me, huh? You like sucking my cock that much?”

“Mhm,” she confirmed, moving her mouth faster and hollowing out her cheeks.

“Well, too bad,” Tim decided, reaching forward and smacking her ass sharply. She yelped around his length, but decided that stopping her ministrations for the punishment alone wasn’t worth it. “You’ll either cum on my cock or not at all.”

Lea glared up at him as she pulled her hand away from herself, mildly annoyed that he felt the need to control every little thing.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he snapped, smacking her ass again. “You’re lucky I’m letting you cum at all with how much sass you’ve been giving me.” When she closed her eyes so she couldn’t be seen glaring at him and resumed her task, he hummed in contentment. “Good girl,” Tim praised softly, and she could smell the menthol on his breath as he exhaled, his free hand running through her hair.

She looked up at him, watched him smile down at her and stroke her cheek as she sucked him. She was thrilled to be doing a good job, that he was enjoying himself.

He took another drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out and opening the box, removing its contents. She couldn’t quite see exactly what it was, but she knew it was shiny and sparkly.

“I got you a present, angel.” His voice was mixed with the slurping sounds from her sucking his dick, and she paused as he reached around her back to fasten a clasp at the back of her throat, cool metal settling around her neck and falling between her breasts.

Surprised at the sensation, Lea pulled off of him, reaching up to where the necklace rested. Her fingertips brushed a large, smooth stone and she had only begun to say, “What—“ before the back of her hair was gripped firmly.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Tim demanded, guiding her mouth back towards his dick. She grumbled in annoyance, but resumed sucking him anyway. “Tell you what,” he sighed contentedly as she hollowed her cheeks out again, “I’ll fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see it. How’s that sound?”

She hummed around him happily, wanting to see what he’d gotten her but not wanting to displease him.

“C’mon, baby girl,” Tim finally decided after she hadn’t stopped squeezing her thighs together for several minutes. Pulling her off of him, he stood, pulling her up with him and wiping saliva from beneath her lip before kissing her deeply. She had only just started to wrap her arms around him when he laughed softly, pulling back and turning off the music, tugging her towards the bathroom. “C’mon,” he said again.

She smiled, letting her heels slip from her feet as she followed after him.

Tim grinned down at her, twirling her in a circle like they were dancing. She half expected him to dip her. She giggled as he stopped the twirl with them both facing the mirror, his arms around her waist as he leaned down to kiss her neck. Lea moved her hair to one side so he could access the skin he seemed to want.

And then she glanced in the mirror for the first time. Lea did a double take upon seeing the necklace. It was made of a woven snake, covered in… diamonds? No, they couldn’t be diamonds, there were just too many of them. From the head of the snake hung a stone of cornflower blue that was about the size of her thumb.

Tim must’ve heard her sharp intake of breath, because he hummed against her throat, reaching up to fondle her breasts and meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Like it?”

“Tim,” she breathed, shocked. “This is incredible, where did you— how—“

He shrugged, grinning at their reflections and pinching her nipples lightly. “Zendaya pulled some strings.”

“But why?” Lea asked, shellshocked, watching the way the blue stone sparkled with every movement she made, every breath she took.

He kissed her neck, one of his hands trailing down between her legs, rubbing her clit idly, almost lazily. “Because I saw it and immediately thought of my beautiful girlfriend, whom I adore. I wanted to see you wearing it. Preferably naked.”

She arched into his touch. “God, Tim, I—“

“I love it when you say my name like that,” he growled, sucking a hickey into the skin of her neck and dipping a finger inside her. “Look at how wet this pussy is. You gonna be a good girl for me, hm?”

“Yes,” she moaned pleadingly, watching him touch her in the mirror. “I will, I promise—“

“Of course you will, sweetheart. You’re gonna let me fuck a baby into you, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, rolling her hips as he started to rub her clit faster. “God, yes, I want your baby, I want you to get me pregnant, please—“

“I know you do,” Tim growled in her ear, the hand on her breast migrating to her stomach. “I know you do. And I will. As soon as you graduate, Lea, you’re never taking birth control again, understand? Gonna keep you pregnant all the time. All the fucking time. You’ll stay in my bed, waiting for me with your legs wide open so I can fuck my fill whenever I want. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she moaned, half at the attention he was paying her clit and half at the image he painted in her mind: herself, heavily pregnant and waiting for him to come home and use her to pleasure himself, him fucking baby after baby into her, she’d give him more children than any other woman, she’d please him more than anyone else, she would, she had to. “I need—“

“I know what you need, angel,” Tim crooned. “Such a slut for it, aren’t you? Dirty little thing, so empty without my cock to fill you up and keep you satisfied. Just a pretty little hole for my pleasure.”

“Yes,” she whined. “Yes, Timothée, I’m yours, I’m yours to use.”

Tim groaned. “Then bend the fuck over.” He pushed her forcefully onto the counter. It was pretty deep, so he was able to get her entire torso up onto the black-and-white marble without any issue, her legs dangling freely. Gripping her hair so firmly her scalp stung, he met her gaze in the mirror, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “Beg for it.”

“Your cock,” she whined, wiggling her hips and kicking her legs, trying in vain to pull him closer, get him inside her. “I need it, I need it, so empty without you, wanna be filled, fill me up, give me your cock, please—“

He smirked. “Good girl.” With that, he stood back up and slammed into her with a loud moan. “Fuck, Lea,” he grunted, immediately setting a brutal pace that had her body jolting against the cool marble, her breasts pressed against it and the pendant dangling between them. “No one feels the way you do. No one’s this fucking tight.”

“Harder,” she moaned, even as his hips slammed against her ass bruisingly. “God, Timothée, harder—“

He grasped her hair and jerked her head up again so he could meet her eyes in the mirror. His hair was falling in his face as he kissed her neck wetly, her body jolting with his every thrust. “You see us, baby? You see who owns you?”

Nodding despite the tug on her scalp, Lea clawed at the counter uselessly, moaning as he took her. “You do, you do,” she chanted desperately. “You own me, I exist for you, I swear, I’m all yours, I’m your slave, just don’t stop—“

He pulled back, letting her fall forward onto her arms again, smacking her ass sharply, and she yelped at the sting. “Bad girl,” he scolded. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, remember? I give the commands, you obey them.”

“Yes, yes,” she moaned, reveling in the delicious way he was stretching her. “God, you’re so big—“

“You take me so well, babydoll,” Tim crooned, his gentle tone at odds with the punishing way he was thrusting into her. “You’re doing such a good job, taking my cock like the dirty little thing you are, clenching around me like a whore, desperate to be filled.”

“I am,” she whined. “I am desperate for you, I need this, I need this, fuck, I love you so much—“

Lea hadn’t even realized what she’d said; the words had just slipped out without her consent. He froze, his hand stopping its movements along her back. “What did you say?” he asked lowly.

Realizing her mistake, her heart stopped. Or maybe it pounded harder, she wasn’t entirely sure. “I… um…” She gulped nervously, unsure of how to get out of this situation.

Tim gripped her hips firmly, possessively, his fingertips digging into her skin. “What. Did. You. Say?” he demanded.

She felt his gaze on her in the mirror, but she didn’t meet it, choosing instead to keep her head down. “I’m in love with you,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I—“

He laughed in disbelief. “You— you what?”

Tears filled her eyes, because he was laughing at her, at her feelings for him, and she was about to turn around as best she could and shove him away from her when he pulled out of her, snatched her up off the counter, and before she’d even had a chance to register the sudden movement, she’d been tossed onto his bed.

Tim climbed on after her, crawling towards her slowly like a predator stalking its prey. “Don’t apologize for that,” he said darkly. “Don’t ever apologize for that. Understood?”

Lea nodded rapidly, breathlessly, unsure of what to make of this reaction.

“Don’t look so scared,” he reassured her as he caged her in with his arms. “Loving me,” he went on, “is not something to fear.”

“It’s not?” she asked shakily, the terror of what she’d just revealed to him swirling in her stomach.

“No,” Tim insisted. “No, of course not. You don’t have to be scared of anything with me, but especially not that.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m in love with you, too.”

Her heart soared, a smile breaking out on her face. “You— you are?”

He gazed down at her adoringly, his smile matching her own. “Of course I am, angel. I’m desperately, hopelessly in love with you.” He kissed her neck, fiddling with the stone hanging from the necklace. “Why did you think I got you this?”

“I— I don’t know,” Lea stuttered.

Reaching down to spread her legs open for him to settle between, he said, “Because I love you. Because you're mine and I love you and I want everyone who sees you wearing it to know how very, very loved you are.”

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. “I’ve always been yours, Tim.”

He smiled, cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her softly, sweetly. “You’re mine,” he agreed against her lips, “and I’m yours.”

Tim ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples, squeezing her hips. When he slid back into her, she gasped out a breathless, “I love you.”

He resumed fucking her, leaning back down to kiss her hungrily. “I’m so happy you love me back. You’re everything to me.” He stroked her cheek, setting a rough pace again. “Everything.”

“You’re everything to me, too,” she moaned, arching up into him, eagerly meeting his thrusts.

“Say it again, Lea,” he begged, mouthing at her neck. “Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you,” she gasped out, her breasts bouncing from the force of his thrusts despite the way their chests were pressed together. “I love you so much, I’m so in love with you—“

“Yes,” he groaned, gripping her hair with one hand and reaching down to hold her hip in place with the other. “Yes, you’re mine, this pussy is all mine, I own you, my love, mon amour—“

She turned her face slightly so she could press a kiss into his curls. “Every part of me belongs to you, Timothée,” she whined, writhing beneath him from how good he was making her feel. “My pussy, my boobs, my— my womb, my heart, my very soul belongs to you.”

“Fuck,” he moaned, propping himself up on his elbows to kiss her again. “I never knew just how much I wanted that until I heard you say it.”

Giddy with the overflowing adoration she felt for him, Lea smiled into their kiss, threading her fingers into his curls.

“Mon amour,” he murmured against her lips, still driving into her. “Promise me something, my love. Please.”

She beamed at the notion of being able to do something for him, to give him something he wanted. “Anything, Timothée. I’d give you anything.”

He smiled down at her, brushing her hair from her eyes. “Just don’t leave me. Can you promise me that?”

Lea giggled, meeting his thrusts and pulling him down for another kiss. “Always, Tim,” she swore. “I’ll always be yours. I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.”

“Thank god,” he groaned, peppering her face with kisses. “I love you, I love you, I love you—“

“I love you, too,” she moaned, arching her back when he grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it roughly. “Please, I want more, I want more of you, don’t stop—“

His other hand found her hip, and he gripped it possessively. “Never,” he growled. “I’m never stopping. You are mine.”

“Yes,” Lea gasped, clutching at him desperately. “Yes, I’m yours.”

“I wanna cover you in bruises,” he groaned, sucking another hickey into the flushed, sensitive skin of her throat. “I wanna hold you down and show you who owns your pussy, who owns all of you, every part of you belongs to me, every fucking part—“

“Fuck,” she whined, rolling her hips upwards, eager for more of the exquisite pleasure he was giving her. “I’d never forget who owns me. I exist for you.”

“Good girl.” His teeth grazed her neck, and he trailed his mouth further down her body so as to capture her nipple between his lips, suckling deeply.

“Fuck!” Lea exclaimed, arching into the sensation, holding his face to her breast, wanting more. “God, right there, Timothée, right there—“

He growled around her nipple, nibbling on it lightly. “Wanna make you cum,” he told her, reaching between them to rub at her hypersensitive clit. “Wanna feel your pussy clench around me before I fill you up.”

“Yes, yesyesyesyesyes—“

He reached up and looked her in the eye, gripping her throat firmly just beneath her jaw. “Say my name,” he demanded. “Say my fucking name. Tell me you love me. You’re my slave, my cockslut, and I wanna hear how much you love it, how much you love me.”

“I love you,” she keened as he rubbed her clit faster. “I love you, Timothée, I love you, I’m so in love with you, oh, please—“

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, kissing her again. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes,” she gasped pleadingly, her walls starting to spasm around him. “Yes, I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum—“

“Good girl,” Tim praised lowly. “That’s it. Cum for me. Tell me you love me when I make you cum.”

Her back arched, her body freezing up as she came, forcing out an, “I love you—“ with a desperate moan.

She was dazed from the orgasm he’d ripped from her when his mouth found hers, but she kissed him back lazily, running her fingers through his hair as he fucked into her roughly.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, god, Lea, I’m gonna cum—“ he chanted into her mouth.

“Yes,” she breathed in soft encouragement. “Cum in me, Tim. Please.”

He wrapped his arms around her, clutching her against him with a groan before collapsing against her, panting into her neck and kissing one of the hickeys he’d given her, his lips grazing the necklace.

They lay there holding each other for a few minutes, and she cherished the way he nuzzled her, pressing gentle kisses onto any skin he could reach. When he finally rolled off of her, he kissed her nose with a heart-stopping grin, and she watched as he strolled into his bathroom.

Tim returned a few minutes later with a wet washcloth. He cleaned her up before plopping back down on the bed with her, pulling her body up against his. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” he asked softly, brushing her hair from her eyes.

“Yes,” Lea breathed.

His face split into a grin, and he kissed her softly, slowly. “I love you, too.” He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers and running a hand up and down her side as he hummed a tune she didn’t recognize. “Your touch paralyzes me in the morning,” he sang softly, “and I don’t want you to go.” Lea watched him as he sang to her, wondering what the song was from. “Sincerely yours, forevermore.” With that, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him and burying his face in her curls.

“What was that from?” she asked, playing with his hair absentmindedly.

“Scott showed me a song,” he said, nuzzling her affectionately. “Made me think of you.”

Lea laughed in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Mhm.” He kissed her neck. “My Lea, my love.”

She giggled. “What other songs make you think of me?”

He considered this for a moment before starting to hum again; a different melody this time. “The mere sight of you,” he sang in her ear between kisses, “you’re like the sunrise, and it’s like you know me.” His arm tightened around her waist. “And I’m so lost in a dream,” he continued. “When I sleep, there you’ll be. You’re such an angel, in your halo.” He stopped humming then, choosing to focus on kissing her neck instead. “I love you so much, Lea.”

“I love you, too,” she told him, pulling him closer. “More than anything in the world.”

He kissed her then, slow and lazy, and when Lea returned it, she poured every ounce of love and adoration she felt for him into it.

And then his phone rang. “Ugh,” he groaned, resting his forehead against hers.

Laughing softly, she pressed a swift kiss to his lips. “It might be important,” she pointed out.

“You’re right, you’re right,” he grumbled, the words sounding very much like a complaint as he rolled over onto his back to grab his phone. “It’s Crystal,” he sighed.

Her heart stopped. Crystal as in his wife?

Settling back down, Tim answered the call and put his phone to his ear. “Hey, babe,” he greeted. “What’s up? Is Elle okay?”

He stroked her bare side idly, thoughtlessly. Lea didn’t know what to think.

“Yeah,” he answered a question she couldn’t hear, “I’m with Lea right now.”

He smiled at her then, and she smiled shakily back at him. She hadn’t been aware his wife knew who she was, but she—Crystal, that is—was his primary partner. Of course she knew who Lea was.

“Yup,” he said happily, “almost three months now.”

With that, he took her hand, twining their fingers together, and she realized he was talking about their relationship. He was telling his wife how long they’d been together.

“Sure,” he agreed even as he brushed a kiss to Lea’s knuckles, “I’ll see you Saturday, then. Uh huh. Love you, too. Bye.”

With that, he hung up, and Lea couldn’t breathe all of a sudden.

He told her he loves her, he told her he loves her, he told her he loves her, he told her he loves her, he told her he loves her, he told her he loves her—

“Now,” he began with a grin, “where were we?” He leaned back in to kiss her, and Lea felt repulsed, because yeah, this was Tim, and she loved him, of course she did, but she was very quickly realizing that he didn’t love her. Or at least, he didn’t love her the way she loved him. Maybe he loved her on some level, but he wasn’t in love with her. He couldn’t be. She ached for him so intensely, yearned for him with every breath she took— just him and no one else, and he… he could fuck any reasonably attractive girl he met.

How many others had he claimed to be in love with recently?

She backed away as he tried to kiss her, not wanting him putting his hands on her.

God, how could she have been so stupid? He’d literally been inside another woman when she’d gotten there, and she’d believed him when he said he was in love with her? How stupid was she?

“Lea?” he asked in surprise. “What’s wrong, mon amour? What is it?”

“How am I supposed to be okay with this?” she asked, her voice soft and shaky.

Tim’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Okay with what?”

She sat up, raking a hand through her hair. “You fucking other girls,” she said impatiently. “Your— your fucking wife calling you while we’re in bed together, you telling her you love her! How am I supposed to be okay with any of that?”

He sat up with her, concern evident on his face. “Lea,” he said slowly, “are… are you jealous?”

She scoffed. “Of course I’m jealous! I’ve always been jealous!”

“Well…” he hedged, sounding unsure of what he wanted to say, “why didn’t you tell me?”

She scoffed again. “What, I fall in love with my best friend who’s married with a kid, eight girlfriends besides me, plus however many other girls at his disposal and I’m just supposed to… explain to you how I’m feeling? What was I supposed to say, that I wanted you to myself?”

“Yes!” he insisted incredulously. “Yes, of course you should tell me that!”

Lea was crying by this point, and she couldn’t seem to stop. He reached for her, and she lurched back from him as if his touch would burn her skin. “I would’ve lost you!” she snapped. “I didn’t want that! I was already so in love with you I couldn’t think about anything else, and if I had told you how I felt, I would’ve lost you.”

He clenched his eyes shut briefly. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I… I didn’t know. I’m in love with you, too. I really am.”

Bitter, angry laughter sputtered out of her lips. “No you’re not.”

He frowned. “What do you mean I’m not? Of course I am.”

“You’re not in love with me,” she said flatly. “You’re not in love with anyone. I don’t think you’re even capable of it.”

Tears filled his eyes at that. “How could you say that?” he demanded. “How could you even think that?“

“Because you fuck every girl in sight, Tim,” she snapped. “Do you say you love them, too?”

He was silent for several seconds. “Not everyone I sleep with. Just a few of my girlfriends. Crystal, too.”

Lea stared at him incredulously. “Then you’re not in love with me or any of the others,” she told him flatly.

“I am in love with you, though,” he insisted, reaching for her again and wincing when she backed away from him. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

She stood up with a scoff. “What, and spend the rest of my life as part of your little harem? Is that what you want? No fucking thank you.”

“Look,” he said hastily, “I know— I know it can be a bit much at first, but I promise you’ll get used to it. You never have to meet the others if you don’t want to. I’ll show you how much I love you. Don’t go, Lea. Please.”

She wasn’t listening to him. She didn’t want anything he’d gotten her. She didn’t want anything he’d spent money on. She wanted her own clothes, ones she’d bought herself. With this in mind, she walked around to the other side of his bed and into one of his two ridiculously huge walk-in closets.

Moving to standing in front of a large built-in set of drawers, she opened the top one and took out several articles of clothing she’d left there several months prior.

Tim had followed her into the closet, and was babbling something or other about how he loved her, how he adored her, blah blah blah. What the fuck ever. It was such bullshit, and she was over it. She didn’t wanna hear about how he loved her. Not if he didn’t, really. Which he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Lea was crying, and she knew he was, too, but she was determined. She wasn’t going to let him lie to her, and if it wasn’t a lie, then she wasn’t going to play along with his delusions.

Once she was dressed, she grabbed a pair of shoes from the drawer, eternally grateful to her past self. Moving around him back into his room wordlessly, took off the ring earrings, and bracelet, reaching behind her neck and unclasping the necklace. It was beautiful; gorgeous, really, and she almost hated to give it back to him, but there were plenty of other girls he could give it to.

When she dropped it on his bed, he made a choking sound that she ignored, grabbing her phone and shoving it in her pocket as she started towards the elevator. “Lea, baby,” he was begging tearfully, “we can talk about this, you don’t have to go, you promised you’d never leave me—“

She pressed the down button before turning to face him, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You can…” She took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing. “You can have your wife and your kids. You can have your baby mamas and your harem.” He was staring at her in wide-eyed shock, but she still said, “But you can’t have me, too. I’m done.”

And then the elevator door opened, and she was gone.

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