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Hate Fuck

Info - enemies, hate fuck, a little cnc, clothes breaking, cocky Timothée, insults during sex, legs not working from a good fuck, unprotected sex

I was so sick of hearing all about Timothée. Timothée this and Timothée that. So he'd landed a small role in a movie. He wasn't a star or anything.

Eleanor only wanted him along because she was ga ga for him. Her brother Henry was as well. Then there was Violet, Mary, and Harry. We'd all been friends since little up. Henry and Elenor were newer to our group and had brought Timothée into it.

Timothée had been like a shiny toy to the lot of them. I used to be the one they followed and admired. I used to be the one to make them laugh. Now everything was about that bastard of a show off Timothée Chalamet.

We had all scraped our money together to go on a trip to Florida and bask in the heat and beauty. It had taken a lot of work and planning but we'd managed it. At the absolute last moment Timothée had waltzed in and asked if he could go.

Everyone had voted yes except for me. It made me so mad that I had saved for SO long to help pay and he had just grabbed a wad of bills from his pocket. I fucking hated him.

The night felt long and I never slept well in hotels. I decided that I would make use of the out door pool. Perhaps the exercise would make my anger decrease.

The whole flight I'd had to listen to Timothée talk about his time on the movie set. As he spoke Eleanor gushed. I was sat beside Henry and he kept turning back to listen and comment since he was also enamoured with Timothée.

I had a migraine by the time we landed. Timothée had also be elected to choose where we ate that night.

Apparently, since he was part French, he would have better taste than us.

It felt like he was possessing my friends and I was sick of it. At least this swim would be Timothée free. I grabbed my towel and bathing suit. I headed into the bathroom and gasped in annoyance.

I thought for sure l'd packed my new bikini. However, in my hand was my old one. They were both pink, so l must've grabbed the wrong one. This one had clips that easily fell apart and my boobs had grown a bit so that there was a worry about them falling out.

I sighed. I'd have to buy a new suit when we went shopping tomorrow. This would do for now. It wasn't as if anyone else would be out there.

I walked the cold hallways, the ac was always blasting. It was like a blanket of humidity was thrown on me as I exited the hotel. I gasped as the heat hit me. The short walk to the pool had me swearing,

I jumped into the cool water. It soothed my heat prickled skin. I felt calm under the quiet surface. I could finally forget Timothée even existed. All would be right in my world.

SPLASH!

Someone jumped into the pool. I wanted to scream. Of course my nice midnight swim had to be ruined by someone. When I came up and saw who it was I wanted to scream again.

Timothée stood there with dripping curls and a smirk. I hated that he looked godlike in this lighting. His high cheekbones and perfect bone structure. It would be a hell of a lot easier if my arch nemesis was ugly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded.

"Taking a swim," he offered as he leisurely paddled.

"It's midnight!" I shot back.

"You're here," he said blandly. I couldn't deny he was right. I put my hands on my hips and took deep breathes to calm myself.

"You know the world doesn't belong to you y/n. I can go places. I can make friends. I can come on trips. I can go swimming. I can-"

We both flinches as the clasp on my bikini top sprung open. My breasts fell out heavily. I would double D bras so there was a lot on display. Timothée's eyes were right on my nipples. I was too stunned to cover myself.

Suddenly, everything changed from slow and stagnant to fast. Timothée moved towards me. He was feeling me up and kissing me. I'd never felt such electricity. No one had handled my tits the way he did. The perfection in the way he squeezed, the way he rolled the nipples, the way he shuddered into my mouth.

"What are you doing?" l asked, but I didn't stop him.

"Kissing you, feeling you, worshiping your perfect body. It's all l've wanted to do since I first met you," he groaned. He pressed against me and I gasped. He was rock hard in his trunks and he felt big.

"Y-you hate me," I stuttered as one of his hands reached around to my ass. It all felt so good. Perhaps he deserved to brag and eloat if he could make someone feel like this.

"No, you hate me., I adore you," he professed.

"Well you're a pompous idiot, always showing off and-"

He grabbed my jaw and looked into my eyes. He looked filled with lust, like someone on the brink. He was pulling against restraints that would break any moment. Then, in the most surprising and gentle movement he leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. It left me breathless and needing more.

"Why do you think I show off?" He asked me quietly, and then his long fingers were hooked in my bottoms. "Why do you think I brag and big myself up? Why do you think I mention only my best qualities and abilities?"

"Because, ohhhhh," I cut myself off as my bottoms were pulled all the way down. His large hands left me for a moment. I knew he was pulling his dick free and I couldn't imagine why I wasn't stopping him.

"To feed your own ego. To sound important. To make everyone obsessed with you," I snapped.

"No," he shook his head. I keened when his thick head pressed at my entrance. I could tell he would hit my g spot without even trying. He was so big. My clit throbbed. I hadn't been fucked well in so long.

"For you," he said as he pushed his head in. I grabbed wildly at his biceps.

"All for you, everything I do and say is to get your attention," he said. He had his forehead pressed against mine now. We were heaving together. I nodded slightly to the question that hung in the air.

He pushed all the way inside me. I held back but his moan of gratification was almost enough to make my knees weak. I clung to him. He began to rock his hips. His huge cock was filling me again and again.

"Uh oh fuck, it's even more perfect than I imagined. Uh, uh, uh," he groaned as he slammed home again and again.

I couldn't hold back my pleasure any longer. My nails were already embedded in his skin. I was clenching my jaw so that it ached. I had to make a noise or a sound or something to express how fucking, damn, good I felt!

"I hate you," I whispered, trying out the words on my tongue.

"What's that?" He panted as he pushed deep inside me. He had me against the pool wall. His hands were greedily feeling all over me.

"I hate you," I moaned as he hit a delicious part of me.

"I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world," he whined as he attacked my neck with kisses. I grasped the nape of his neck.

"You're hideous," I responded, my eyes squeezed shut in bliss.

"Your pussy feels, fuck, like heaven," he retorted.

"I can't even tell you're inside me," I nearly cried as he slammed in. He chuckled dark and low in my ear.

The water was splashing everywhere. He was mumbling hot compliments in my ear. I couldn't help but lift my legs up and put them around him.

"Mm, mm, mm," I nearly squealed as he went at me like an animal in heat.

"Please," he gasped

"Please what?" | growled.

"P-please," he said again. He sounded like he was pleading for his life. "Let me cum inside you. You can call me any name you want, just please, can I let loose in this perfect cunt."

"I-l- oh, fuck, yes, you fucking piece of shit, cum inside me raw," | screamed.

"Oh yes!" He shouted and rammed his cock inside me so hard I was seeing stars. My world was spinning as rope after rope of cum filled me up. Then I was coming too. I was exploding with lust and desire and pleasure. I was panting and clawing and making such pathetic noises as we both erupted.

"That was.... Wow," Timothée moaned as he reluctantly pulled out. I sneered at him as best I could.

"Speak for yourself," I said as I got out. However, Timothée giggled when my legs refused to work right when I tried to walk. I glared at the idiot.

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What about you...

Timothée Chalamet x reader

Part 1

Part 2 Part 3

Summary: You and Timothée have been dating secretly. Both of you want to keep the privacy. But what will happen when his PR team has a new great idea?

Words: 2,4k

Warnings : none really, angst, fluff

Disclaimer: Hi, this is my first fic. I'm sorry if there are any faults English isn't my first language (French is). And also, no hate to Kylie or their couple. If they are happy, that's all that matters.

He slowly opens his eyes, carefully too so the light won’t burn them. But when he opens them fully, he is clearly not disappointed because the sight that comes before his eyes is just perfection.

You lay there sleeping peacefully, maybe dreaming of something nice he doesn’t know. What he does know is that your sleeping form made him smile.

He doesn’t want to wake you up but when he saw what time is it he knew that you would have preferred to be awake with him right now than sleeping all morning. It was almost time.

So he raises his head so that he could see your pretty face better, gently nudging you so that you would get off of your sweet dreams.

“Hello mon ange, Rise and shine”, he whispers with a sweet voice, but he has nothing from you . He tries again, and this time, you groan. “Oh come on, I know you’re awake, mon ange”. This time, your groan was even louder, causing him to chuckle. “My beautiful groaning monster” he sings, but stop when you slap him... well when you try to, but really, you just hit the air.

“I’m not a groaning monster” you pout “And I’m not awake yet” giving him the opportunity to swarm you with kisses all over your face getting loud giggles from you.

“So are you awake now?” he grins.

You slowly turn your body so you’re facing him, a big pout on your face but when you see his smile you immediately drop the act “Good morning Timmy”, you say with a tired smile.

“Good morning, mon cœur”, he smiles bright. It’s like his lips can’t go down anymore. “Come on, give me a hug” he gestures with grabby hands for you to come into his arms.

“I don’t want to move” you pout again.

“Okay you choose your fate” he says, and you don’t have the time to react before he is on top of you.

“Timmy! You are crushing me!”

“Don’t care. I. Want. A. Hug” He says, pausing to give you a kiss on your face.

“Okay okay okay, I’ll give you a BIG hug, but first you have to move, you big baby”, you say.

“You promise?”

“I promise”

He smiles again and moves the two of you, so now you’re the one on top. And you just stay there, laying with your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat while he soflty draw on your naked back but nothing sexual, just the two of you enjoying this particular morning.

After a few minutes Timothée looks at the clock on your bedside and sighs.

“Is it time?” You ask, clearly sad to what’s about to come.

“Yeah” he kisses your head answering with the same tone as you. He doesn’t want to move from you

“We have to move, or I’ll be late”

“Okay... I'll go get your breakfast and you finish your bag?” You say really sadly again. The mood is just sad this morning. You start to get up, but he stops you. “What?”

“Can I at least get a morning kiss?” he asks, causing you to smile again. That’s all he wanted. Well, he also really wants a kiss. And you oblige, kissing him softly. He hums, and you giggle while detaching you from his soft lips.

You get up and walk to the bathroom with the clothes that you prepared yesterday while he puts on his and makes his bag, taking the last things like his charger, his hat, and glasses. You go out and make your way to the kitchen to open the fridge and take his box with his food and a fresh bottle of water. It is like you are in robot mode. You just don’t want today to be real, and yet here you are, packing your bag with all your keys and your wallet. Timothée comes into the hall and starts to put on his shoes, and you join him to do the same. When you��re both ready, you look at each other.

“Ready to go?”, he asks with a sad smile while putting his hand for you to take.

“Ready” you say with the same smile, of course taking his hand.

You both go in your car, and you start driving. You both talk, like the sad mood went off for a moment, just happy to still be together. And after what feels like too early for the both of you, you arrive and park the car. You both go out of the car and take his bags. And then you stop, facing each other. The sad mood resurfaces. It is time. You both don’t know what to say, so Timothée just opens his arms with a smile. You smile back and go to hug him.

“I’m gonna miss you” you say, causing him to engulf you more.

“I’ll miss you more” he says. He’s really going to miss you, so freaking much. He doesn’t want to open his arms. He wants to go back with you to your home. He’s on the verge of tears, but he can’t let them go. It will only make this moment harder for the both of you. He knows he has to go now, so even if it kills him, he pulls away slightly to look into your eyes. Your beautiful, gorgeous eyes. He will have to wait to see them again with this sparkle that he loves. He takes your chin with his hand, and he kisses you. He hopes you can feel all the love he has for you with the way he kisses you. Because he does love you so much that it hurts.

“I love you”, he says when you both pull away.

“I love you more”

“I don’t think that’s possible” he grins, and you smile again.

“Well I think we both know who loves the other more, but I'll let you think otherwise this time” you smirk, causing him to laugh loudly. “Now go before I cry for real” You push him lightly, not really wanting him to go.

“I think you already are” he says, wiping the small tear on your cheek, and you both chuckle. He puts on his hat and glasses, you making a joke about where your boyfriend goes. He groans because he knows that you’re mocking him on his abilities to hide from the paps. He looks at you again.

“I love you”, he says again, not caring if you are boring from all the time he says it. Little did he know that you couldn’t get bored of him saying it.

“Really really really?”, you ask. That was your thing.

“Really really really.” He answers, and you both let go. He starts to walk to the entrance, looging back to give you one last smile and a little wave that you return. And with that, he finally walks through the doors of the airport.

That was one month ago.

Right now Timothée is in a meeting with his PR team. It’s supposed to be important, but all he can do right now is think of you. He misses you. He’s already been away from you for this long, even much longer. Nothing is new, but he still clearly misses to wake up by your side.

“Mr Chalamet? Mr Chalamet?.... Timothée!” A hand slaps on the table, causing him to jump and look up at the clearly angry face of his manager. He chuckles while scratching the back of his head, embarrassed to have been caught daydreaming.

“I’m sorry I was so focused on your new tie that I lost what you said” He throws his most charming smile. Of course, I'm not trying to flirt with the man but more in the hope of not getting a sermon from him. Last time, he lost the blazer from one of his interview’s outfits he wanted to keep so badly. Jack sighs, and that’s a sign that’s he is clearly annoyed but also a sign that he will let it pass. “So what’s the matter again?”

“You are dating Kylie Jenner” Jack says.

Wrong he’s dating you.

“Wait is that a question? Because the way you said it was kind of like an affirmation...” Timothée says, confused. Because he knows it wasn’t a question, but as far as he knows... he’s not dating Kylie Jenner. Of course, he knows that because he’s dating you.

“Timothée you are going to date Kylie Jenner. It’s all going to be fake, obviously, but her PR team, and we think it will greatly help both of you and your careers.” Linda, the head of his PR team, explains to him.

“I... I don’t understand” he says, still lost. “Why would we have to do that? I barely knew her”. He knows who Kylie is, who doesn’t, but he never spoke to her or saw her in real life. That was insane.

“With your upcoming movies, we think it’s better that you two pretend to be the new it couple. Everybody is going to talk about you and its going to help boosting the audience for Wonka and Dune and boost your career to another level” Linda says and Timothée opens his mouth to stop her but she does it first. “And if you’re going to ask about Kylie’s interest, she wants everyone to stop talking about her and Travis and the recent bad buzz of her cosmetic brand” And he opens his mouth once again but “And yes she already signed the contract.”

“No I won’t do it”, Timothée replies. He couldn’t do it. He can’t do that to you. You were his girl, not Kylie. And he doesn’t care if he’s not the hype of the moment. His movies are going to work with no help needed. “Dune is one of the most awaited upcoming movies, and Wonka has already made noises between people. I don’t need to be put in front right now.”

“Dune is postponed for next year. People are mad about it, and the convention is only in two months. We have to occupy the fans because they are getting angry, and we are losing them. Fast. As for Wonka, people talked about it months ago, and now there’s nothing. It’s like they forgot. We have to put you in the spotlight so that people can gossip about you and your new girlfriend.” Jack says to Timothée causing him to frown deeply. He knows it makes sense. He knows it will help his new movies to gain a lot of interest. Still, he couldn’t do it.

“I won’t, I can’t” he says firmly.

“Look, you don’t really have a choice. Your movies and career need this. I know it’s not a great option that you can really enjoy but it will do good.” Linda says with soft eyes.

“I just can’t”

“And why not? Is there really a problem?”

You. You are the problem. You, his beautiful girlfriend of one and a half years, are the only wrong thing in this plan. He couldn’t just say that you are his other half because nobody knows. Your relationship was a secret from the beginning. You were not used to the fame, and Timothée didn’t want people to get between you because after meeting you, he was sure he wanted this to work. You both wanted the most privacy that you can get. That’s why you didn’t go with him inside the airport or at any of his events, not on his arm at least.

“No, there is any” he mumbles finally.

“Great! So you will sign this and we’re going to discuss what you will have to do from now on.” Jack slides the contract with a pen to Timothée who is just starring angrily at the wall. He looks down to the contract and starts to read it, but he gets sick of it when he sees the first line talking about his new relationship.

“What will I have to do? I don’t want to go too far”

“Basically we are going to start slowly. We mostly want people to think you are trying to hide it, keep it private. We don’t want to drop a bomb. Otherwise, people won’t stay interested very long. We want some pictures of the two of you talking in a secluded area or picture of your car at her house. And of course, when people are following it, we are going to start with holding hands, kisses, and all that stuff.”

“So basically a lot of fake pictures...”

“Yeah we’ll see later how you will make it public. We already have a few ideas, but we’ll discuss it with the two of you so you can choose” Linda says smiling at him.

“Oh so now I have a say in this?” Timothée scoffs.

“Timothée! You should be grateful for what we are doing for you right now”

And then he sees red. Grateful. They think he should be grateful. For what?! For forcing him to date a woman he never met, a woman that isn’t you?! For forcing him to kiss a stranger's lips?! No lips can be softer and more dreamy than yours. Her hands won’t be as delicate as yours. He wants you, but he can’t say it. He can’t say anything, and it kills him. He just wants to punch something, but he can’t do that either, so he just stands up, his chair colliding with wall loudly. He looked at this paper, took the pen, and signed it.

“When do we start?” he asks with a clenched jaw.

“Tomorrow, be ready to behave” responds Jack clearly annoyed with the actor .

Timothée doesn’t say anything else. He just nods and leaves, slamming the door in the process. He goes back to his house and just breaks down on his bed. What is he going to do? How is he going to tell you? And what about you? What would you say? What would you feel?

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So.... part2?

[roxygen22]

Still Here (Chapter 3)

Summary: You have a chance to catch up with Timothée over lunch.

Catch up on previous chapters here.

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You didn't have to wait long to see Timothée again. You crossed paths at the pharmacy three days later, where you were shopping for toiletries and other sundries for you and Madison. There was something oddly...final...about buying full-size shampoos and conditioners, instead of the travel-size bottles you packed in California. Like you had finally accepted that you would be here for a while.

You spotted Timothée's distinguishable curly dark hair over on the next aisle. Your heart stuttered. You had hoped not to run into anyone you knew, especially someone with whom you shared a complicated past. Who was I kidding? This isn't a crowded Target in Cali where you can just blend in. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Should I say hello? Should I put down my stuff and come back later? [Y/N], stop it. You can't run away from this. It's a small town, and you are here for the foreseeable future. May as well embrace it. Besides, it may be nice to have a friend again, if he's willing after things ended.

You looked up at the signage above to see what was there. You didn't want to embarrass him if he was shopping for something...personal. Ah, shaving accessories. Nothing embarrassing about that. You smiled, briefly reminiscing how the boy you knew could never grow a full beard despite how desperately he wanted to.

You worked up the courage to go say hello. You intentionally came up behind him as payback for startling you earlier in the grocery store. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were stalking me, Timothée Chalamet."

He quickly spun around, initially looking over your head before looking down to meet your eyes. His big, lopsided grin sent your heart into palpitations again, just as it did over a decade ago. "Well well well, I could say the same about you, [Y/N] [maiden name], or, umm, I guess it isn't [maiden name] anymore," he fumbled and grimaced.

"It is. I'm divorced," you forced out. You still weren't used to saying it out loud. You watched as a whole range of emotions swept over his face before landing on sad, pitying look.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I wondered if that may be the case when you said you moved back in with your folks. You know, I run into your mother from time to time in town. It was through her that I knew you had gotten married and had a baby. She was always happy to show off pictures." He paused to chuckle. "But she didn't say anything about the, uh..." He gestured awkwardly with his hands.

"Yeah, well, my parents aren't big fans of the d-word. It was a very recent development, too, one they have not yet come to embrace despite not being big fans of Michael." You suddenly found your sneakers very interesting, unable to make eye contact with Timothée.

"Well, hey, I'm just here to grab my dad's meds. I was thinking about swinging by the diner to grab a bite to eat before driving back. Would you like to join me?"

"Uh, sure. Maddy is hanging out with my parents and they aren't expecting me back immediately. Might be nice to have adult conversation again." You chuckled. The two of you paid for your items and walked across the street to the restaurant.

Timothée, ever the gentleman, opened the door for you. Everyone looked up at the sound of the metal bells hitting the glass. Whispers started floating around as soon as you stepped foot inside.

"Is that [Y/N] [L/N]?' "I thought she was in California." "Maybe she's just visiting her family?"

You ducked your head as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You followed Timothée to a table in the corner and sat with your back to the rest of the diner, not wanting to see the curious looks. It was somewhat reassuring, though, to know that you still bore enough resemblance to your former self that people recognized you. You hardly recognized yourself in the mirror anymore.

Right as you got settled in your seat, you heard footsteps stop beside you. You raised your head to see that your server was also someone you knew from high school, Amanda. You smiled and softly said hello.

"They said it was you, but I didn't believe them. How are you doing, honey? Where is that baby of yours? Your mom hasn't been by lately to show off any pictures." Only after her barrage of questions did she look across the table. "Hey, Timothée."

"Hey, Mandy," he replied quietly.

"Oh, she's hanging out with my parents while I did some shopping. She's not a baby anymore, though." You pulled out your phone to show Amanda a recent photo.

"She looks just like you, [Y/N]! And they are always babies, no matter how old they get. How old is she? Looks about 9 or 10. I have a 12 year old, almost 13. Practically a teenager!" Amanda pulled her phone out of her apron to show you her lock screen.

"He's very handsome," you offered with a friendly smile.

"How long are you in town for?" she asked.

"Uh, well, I'm not sure. However long it takes to get back on my feet. I recently got divorced, so I am trying to figure out what's next," you replied solemnly as you traced the patterns on the paisley tablecloth with your finger. You were trying (and probably failing) not to give away how incredibly overwhelmed you were feeling. You were grateful when Timothée interrupted the exchange.

"Hey, Mandy, what's the special today?"

"Oh, of course! You are here for a reason, after all. I was so eager to see if it was really [Y/N] that I forgot the menus. I'll be right back." She patted your shoulder before retreating. She returned as quickly as you could mouth "thank you" to him.

The two of you silently scanned the menu and then placed your orders. As you waited on the food, you easily fell into conversation about high school, then your time in California. You had forgotten how easy it was to talk to Timothée. You gleefully showed him pictures on your phone of your favorite landmarks and landscapes until you accidentally swiped to a photo of you, Madison, and Michael together at one of the national parks. The reminders of the fleeting happy times were painful.

Sensing the shift, Timothée grabbed your hand. You felt lightning surge throughout your body from his touch. He squeezed once and then let go just as quickly when he spotted Amanda heading to your table with your orders. You looked up and saw the smirk on her face as she eyed the two of you.

"Enjoy! I'll come back to check on you in a bit."

You turned to look at Timothée. "You know we are going to be the hot gossip for at least the next week, right?" you said playfully.

"Let them talk. There are worse rumors than being spotted with you." He cleared his throat, then popped a French fry in his mouth. "So, was there anything you missed about Tennessee?"

You, you thought automatically. "I eventually came to miss how much simpler things feel here. How life slows down in the woods and the mountains. In LA, everyone is always in a hurry. There is so much traffic. There were so many people, yet it was so lonely. Michael was really my only friend there." You went on, and Timothée listened intently as you provided a high-level retelling of what brought you back.

"...and so I packed up our clothes and a few belongings and drove out here. I got into town about two weeks ago and have been laying low with my tail between my legs." You stared down at your now empty plate in shame.

"Does he stay in touch with Madison?"

"No. He barely saw her after we separated, and he hasn't reached out since we left the state. But she's convinced that he's going to send for her to come live with him once he's settled in his new house in Sacramento with his girlfriend."

He shook his head. "You deserve better than that. SHE deserves better than that." You detected a hint of anger and disgust in his tone.

"Yeah, well, unfortunately, we are both paying the price for my poor decision-making." Your voice was thick with remorse. "She doesn't deserve to pay for my mistakes."

"[Y/N], you can't do that to yourself. You were young. All you can do is make the best of now." Amanda came by and set the check down on the table. You were grateful for her timing because you weren't sure what to say next. Your fingers brushed his as you both reached for the ticket.

"Please, let me get this," he said assertively. "I invited you to join me, remember?" He slid his credit card and the check over to Amanda, whose face was all grin. People were definitely going to hear about this.

You narrowed your eyes with playful scorn. "Fine, as long as you let me get it next time," you rebutted before fully thinking it through.

"Next time, eh?" His eyes lit up as he cocked his head to the side.

You blushed. Whoops. "Umm, yeah, next time. All we talked about was me today. We didn't even get to what you have been up to for the past 10+ years!"

"Fair enough, though that won't take long to tell," Timothée shrugged and signed the receipt after Amanda returned. You both stood and walked out the door to make your way back to the pharmacy parking lot.

"You still have the same truck!" you exclaimed. You jogged the rest of the way and ran your fingers across the emblem on the front. You and he made a lot of...memories...in that truck.

"Yep. Restoring her became somewhat of a hobby when I came back from Texas."

"Texas?" You never knew he left town. From what you remembered, he had never planned on going anywhere, especially not that far.

"A story for another day. Next time, remember?" he smirked.

"Well, maybe we should actually make plans for a next time instead of just hoping we run into each other in town. Here." You handed Timothée your phone. "Plug in your number so we can chat."

This time it was his turn to blush. He took the device from you and called himself. "So I can save your number as well," he offered.

You recognized the digits when you had your phone back in hand. "You never changed your number."

"If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

You laughed softly. "Fair enough."

"Well, I better get going. It was good to see you again, [Y/N]."

Timothée opened his arms for a hug, which you reciprocated. For a moment, all was right in the world with your head on his chest. I missed this. But I can't want this right now, you lectured yourself. You stepped back and gave him space to get into his truck. He rolled down his window to say goodbye once more.

"Tell your folks I said hello, please," you called out over the noise of the engine. His smile fell just briefly.

"You do the same."

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Chapter 4

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[nightingale2004]

Twilight next generation: Bella x Edward version

Elizabeth Rosaleise Swan Cullen

Faceclaim: Katie Douglas

Oldest daughter of Edward Cullen and Bella Swan and the firstborn triplet

Elizabeth is a vampire human hybrid, otherwise known as a Dhampir in her family

She looks more like her mother with a bit of her father

Elizabeth prefers to be called Liz, Lizzy, Elly, or Eliza for shirt

Like most of her family, she is gifted with the ability of mind control

Elizabeth and her siblings were born in Forks Washington, but as soon as they were born, her family immediately packed up and made their way straight to Alaska with the help of Jacob and his pack

Liz has a love for dancing, and her family comes all to her dance shows. Her favorite is ballet, the waltz, and also playing "Just Dance"

Has more control over her thirst for blood than her siblings

She's not really close with her parents but feels more close with the rest of her family.

She always wanted to meet her mom's parents. After they moved back to Forks, she developed a very great relationship with her grandfather Charlie Swan and his new wife, Sue Clearwater

Feels closer with her aunt Rosalie and her Uncle Emmett.

She always challenges her uncle Emmett to a dance off (which she always wins)

Loves her sister Renesmee

She is a bookworm like her dad and also has a major collection of music records

Loves her family very much

She often dances in private to let off a little steam or when she needs to clear her head

Has a great sense of fashion (thanks to her aunt Alice)

She's a loner like her dad and prefers her solitude, but there are times when she loves the comfort of her family

Is also a lover of yoga

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E.J (Edward Jr.) Masen Swan Cullen

Faceclaim: Timothée Chalamet

E.J. is the second born triplet and firstborn son of Edward Anthony Masen Cullen and Isabella Marie Swan

Like his sisters, he is also a Dhampir

He is called Eddie, Ed, mini Ed, or mini Edward by his family (mostly by his uncle Emmett)

He has a gift as well, which is telekinesis (moving things with his mind)

When E.J. shared his mother's womb with his sisters, the three of them could communicate with each other through their minds

E.J. and his sister's still have psychic conversations with each other in case they don't want their parents hearing them

E.J. takes after his father in appearance but has his mother's awkward introverted personality

E.J. is an artistic soul and loves painting, drawing and sketching.

He is a big loner.

Prefers silence but loves hearing his younger sister Nessie play piano

Loves playing chess with Edward

He often sketches his family or anything he sees

Loves training with his uncle Jasper

He is a little gentleman and modern feminist

A big bookworm

He is Esme's favorite (don't tell anyone🤫)

He is closer with his dad and often seeks him out for advice along with his uncle Jasper and Grandfather Carlisle

He is a baseball champion and one of the fastest runners in the Cullen clan

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Renesmee Carlie Swan Cullen

Faceclaim: Mackenzie Foy

Renesmee is the youngest child of Edward and Bella Cullen and the third triplet out of her siblings

She is a mommy's girl

Takes after both her parents but has her father's beauty in Bella's opinion

Also a Dhampir

Unlike her older siblings, she is actually very social and loves interacting with her family and making new friends

She loves playing piano and is a piano protege

She is very close with almost all her family

She is called Nessie, Ren, Nes and Beautiful by her family

She and her siblings grew up in Alaska, but when the triplets became teens, Bella wanted to go back to Forks and managed to convince everyone to join her

Renesmee has a bit of difficulty controlling her thirst and can sometimes go into a spiral, which is a risk to her family.

When Ness and her family moved to Forks, it wasn't an easy adjustment, but they soon grew comfortable. At least until the wolf shifter and Volturi drama happened.

Renesmee writes her own music and original pieces. She also plays music for Lizzie to dance to.

She hates seeing her family argue with each other or see her parents fight

Her gift is shield penetration and thought transmission. She can also have psychic conversations.

Renesmee tries to see the bright side of things and tries to make everyone happy.

(Before anyone asks: No! JACOB DOES NOT IMPRINT ON RENESMEE IN THIS UNIVERSE AND I REFUSE TO MAKE IT CANON!!!)

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flo x reader halloween request where they are at a halloween party. maybe with other celebs and they are both dressed up(idk as who) but anyways just fluff maybe a little jealousy and if your comfortable smut?

Eyes Only For You || Flufftober

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader 

Summary: A little jealously at a party brings you and Florence closer

Fluff | Slight Angst | 1.1K | Typical Partying Content Warning |  

AC: I hate how in Australia we don’t celebrate Halloween as much as everybody else! I’ve always wanted to go trick or treating and dress up, even just go to a damn Halloween party but I’ve never been invited to any, so I’ll just live through Halloween with fanfics lmao! I didn’t include smut because I only do smut for characters as I’m not exactly comfortable with smut for the actor / actress. I hope you enjoy this! X

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The room was packed with many people, people you recognised and some you didn’t. Florence and you had been invited to a Halloween party for a charity event to help raise money to those in need. There were so many great costumes and people just having an overall good time. The music was loud enough to drain out conversation causing people to practically hell in conversation, there was an open bar with what seemed like an endless supply of alcohol. 

Florence’s love language was touch so it wasn’t unusual to find her with her arms wrapped around your waist or a hand on your lower back or on your hips, but you never thought it would bother others. Some of the guests were influencers, other celebrities and you never knew how but there were fans of many people here. They somehow manged to get exclusive access to the event. It sometimes worried you not knowing what others intentions were. The whole world knew about you and Florence and for the most part it you both received endless love and support from friends, family, and her fans but sometimes that wasn’t the case. 

You squeezed Florence’s hand lightly as she catches up with co-star and friend, Timothée Chalamet. You did this whenever you start to feel uncomfortable, or your anxiety was playing up. Florence looked at you and smiled softly, “Are you okay?” she asked as Timothée took a sip of his drink. You nodded but your eyes drifted to the small circle of girls that kept looking over to the three of you and whispering amongst themselves. Florence’s eyes look over to them and she threw them a friendly smile before looking back at you, “don’t worry about them darling, you look amazing” she kissed your cheek softly. 

“I’m loving the costumes! Whose idea was that?” Timothée smiled. Florence and you had decided to try and dress up as something different, something that people wouldn’t exactly expect from the pair of you. You both settled on going as “Xena Warrior Princess and Gabrielle”. Florence absolutely rocking the outfit of Xena that blew your mind. The conversation wasn’t long lasting as Florence was swept away for some press, you tried to keep track of her but eventually lost her within the crowd of the party. 

You found yourself talking with Hailee, Zendaya and a few other friendly faces you knew. Sipping your drink through a straw to prevent from being spiked, a fear you’ve always had. You were enjoying the small talk with the others and sharing memories from other events you have met at before you felt arms wrap around your waist making you feel at once again. 

“Sorry about that, I just need to do some things” Florence kissed your cheek once again. “You don’t have to apologise; we are having a great time over here” you smiled. The conversation picked up again as you all discussed different costumes, horror movies and drinks to give a try. Florence got you a refill and have her free arm draped around your hips as you stood close to her. Photos were taken and you forgot about the girls from before. 

“Excuse me, Florence?” a voice made you both turn around, a fan you thought and gave them a smile. “Hi there, how are you?” Florence being her loving herself greeted them with smiles and hugs before they asked for selfies which she happily took. Florence didn’t pick up on it, but you could clearly see by the way one of the girls couldn’t keep her hands off Florence’s arm and the glares she sent your way that she was flirting. You ignored it knowing Florence and you had nothing to worry about, but you couldn’t ignore how uncomfortable it started to make you feel. 

“You should so come into my work one day! I made the best tea!” the girl boosted her skills, “or maybe we could grab a tea date one day” she added. Florence smiled softly, “that sounds lovely, maybe I will come down to the café one day just depends on if I’m ever down that way” she replied. 

“Oh of course! I’d love to show you around my town, we have the cutest little clothing stores, and you’d love the handmade jewellery!” she says as she gently grabs Florence’s wrist to look at the bracelet she was wearing. “This is so cute! I have to know where you got it” she spoke. Florence just smiled softly once more, “actually, Y/n got it for me. So, you’d have to ask them” she replies. The girl looked at you in an almost disgusted look, “Oh” she mumbled, “W-where did you get it?” she asked in a lowered tone. 

“I had it made” you replied sternly, Florence looked at you and saw how uncomfortable you were as your eyes didn’t stay on the girl for very long. “Well, it’s pretty but trust me, the handmade stuff in my town is to die for!” she grabbed Florence’s attention and making you shake your head slightly and walk off to the bar. You’d gotten Florence the gold bracelet for your 1-year anniversary, and she’s never taken it off, only when she’s in the shower, washing dishes or she has to wear certain jewellery for an event. The way the younger girl tried to fake her interest in Florence’s taste was making your blood boil. 

The bartender replaced your drink with a fresh one as you watched Florence try to escape the girls as friendly as she could. She made her way to you and placed her empty glass on the bar. “Honey are you okay?” she asked knowing you weren’t. “Yeah, I just…I just didn’t like how flirtatious she was. I’m sorry, you know I’m not usually the jealous type, but I didn’t like the way she brushed off the bracelet and tried to convince you something else was better” you admitted. 

“Oh darling” Florence placed her hands on your hips and pulled you closer to her, “I think it’s cute when you get jealous, but you know I’m yours and you are mine” she smiled softly while looking into your eyes, “and I’m glad she didn’t really like my bracelet because that showed me her taste wasn’t the best” she chuckled finally getting a smile from you, “there’s that beautiful smile I love” Florence commented before kissing you tenderly. “I’m sorry again” you said with a pout. 

“Don’t be sorry my love, you are allowed to get jealous and uncomfortable. Do you know how many times I’ve gotten jealous when somebody drags you away from me?”

“You get jealous?” you playfully cocked a brow. “Of course, I do, you’re mine” she smiled and kissed you once more, “now take me to the dance floor and so I can show everybody I only have eyes for you” she adds after the kiss. 

“Yes, Princess. As you wish” you smiled and gently took her hand, giving it a kiss on the top before leading her to the dance floor. 

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Something metal 🥁

Kevin Schlieb x fem!reader

Movie: Metal lords

Part 11

Blue italic= There thoughts

Green italic Kevin narrating

Scene skip ⏭️

Y/n POV

“Your love was hademade For somebody like me. Come on now, follow my lead. I may be crazy, don’t mind me say, boy, let’s not talk too much. Grab on my waist and put that body on me. Come on now, follow my lead come on now, follow my lead”

Clay sang and towards the end Kevin plays a fast beat and I bring my cello to a higher note, hopefully bring a great sound to this shitty song

The crowd cheered as Clay continued singing, Kevin looks over at me and I smile back at him continuing on with playing.



Scene skip ⏭️ (kinda)

The sound of a cork pops makes Kevin and I turn around, only to be faced with Clay holding a bottle of champagne

“That was great, seriously, really great.” Clay hand us the bottle

“Yeah, it was fun” I nod my head as Kevin spoke

“You guys killed that shit. We never sounded anything like that before. I want you to know, man, if…” Clay paused before continuing “If you wanna play with us at the Battle of the Bands, we would love to have you. Or even if you don’t, I mean, if you just wanna hang, it’s…it’s all good.”

“Thanks” Kevin thanked him “Yeah, I might take you up on both of those” I look of at Kevin in shock. I know he was pissed off at Hunter, and so was I, but that’s his best friend they’ve worked so hard for the Battle of the Band

“Respect” Clay holds out his fist for Kevin to bump and Kevin does

“You guys wanna come hang out with other dudes?” Clay asked the both of us

“Yeah. Yes, Let us just finish up here” Kevin said and once Clay walked away he smiled

“Do you want some?” Kevin asked me holding out the bottle

“Sure, give it” he passed me the bottle

“Thank you”

Scene skip ⏭️ (again, kinda)

After packing everything up Kevin and I work outside to the back with Kevin holding nearly a empty bottle of champagne as we lazily walk down the stairs

“Let’s go” a guy said running while two half naked girls and a guy with nothing on, run after him giggling, pushing past Kevin and I

“Ewwww” I whined out after there naked bodies brushed past us

And we turn to look at two more people completely naked walking out of one the hot tubs and I groaned in disgust

I start walking to one of the other hot tubs with no one in it and hopefully no body naked was in there, while Kevin was still by the steps. I take off my clothes cautiously hoping no one was watching, which just left me in my underwear and bra and I get in the hot tub

“Hey!” I yelled over at Kevin

“My super hot boyfriend!” I wave him over

“I…I don’t have a bathing suit” he yelled over at me, I put my finger basically taking him to wait a second. I quickly stand up showing him I’m in my bra and underwear like he hadn’t just seen me take off my clothes 

I fall back into the water and giggle, drunk off the champagne. I can hear him take some deep breaths and he starts to walk over to the hot tub

Once he’s at the hot tub he strips off his clothes leaving him with just his boxers on

I started to chuckle “Every time we go out we’re wasted”

“Yeah”

A idea pops into my head “Hey, let me try your glasses.”

He takes them off and hands them over to me, I take the gracefully, careful not to drop them in the water. I slide them on my face

“I like these. I saw Timothée Chalamet wearing glasses like these on insta once.” I told him, I never really liked Timothée but I like his movies

“I like Call Me by Your Name.” He told me calmly

“It’s so sweet, right? Apparently my cousin in Santa Barbra totally fucked him” I told him I know it’s not likely that-that happened but I still find it interesting

Kevin just stares at me with a smile on his face and I get total déjà vu from the night of the party

“You’re staring at me again” I told him and softly chuckled

“Uh…I can’t even see you” oh right, I hand him back the glasses and as I do that he grabs my hand and pulls me on his lap so I’m straddling him

I put my hand on his cheek and pull him in a kiss

Once I pull away I asked “Can you see me now?” While kissing down to his neck, he groans once I hit a particular spot and I pull away with a smirk on my lips before quickly pecking him on the lip

“Come on, lover boy, I think it’s time we go back to my place” I said to him and stand up pulling him with me

But before we get out Kevin grabs my hips and spins me around, placing a sweet kiss on the lips “What was that for?” I asked him in a love sick daze

“Because Jesus Christ Y/n, I fucking love you and sitting here with you right now, and the help of Rob Halford from Judas Priest, I realized that I love you so fucking much”

Holy shit, did he really just say that, oh my god I think my heart just stopped beating, wait did he say Rob Halford, all these thoughts are racing through my brain. But the main one on my mind was that I love him too

“I love you too, Kevin, so fucking much”

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Content warning : kissing, food

[roxygen22]

Still Here (Chapter 11)

Summary: Madison starts school, you find a job, and your family finds a new normal until Timothée calls you with bad news. You and Madison help him through his loss.

C/W: Death, funeral of a parent/grandparent

Catch up on previous chapters here.

Time flew by after that night as you and your family (including Timothée) found your new normal. Madison started school again and quickly acclimated to her new surroundings. She joined gardening and ukulele clubs and thrived socially and academically.

You stumbled upon a part-time job at the library as a grant writer. You visited frequently to get out of the house and use the wi-fi for job hunting (AKA away from your mother reading over your shoulder). One day, you spotted a flyer on their bulletin board and inquired. They needed help finding funding for more youth and adult programs, and you needed a job and enjoyed writing. It was also flexible enough that you could be available for Madison's school functions. Win-win.

In your excitement, you rushed over to Timothée's place. He stepped out of his workshop at the sound of wheels crunching the gravel. A broad grin painted his face when he saw you get out of the car.

"Hey, baby!" he called as he walked up to you. "This is an unusual time for a visit. Not that I'm complaining, of course." He gave you a quick peck of a kiss.

You set your hands on his shoulders. "Remember that night we were fighting about me leaving for school, and I said I have a lot to offer the world and can't do that from here?"

Timothée paled as his smile dropped, unsure what you were about to say next. "Yeah...?"

"I still have a lot to offer the world, but I finally figured out I can do that from here. For here." You clasped your hands and clapped as you jumped up and down slightly. "I got a job at the library as a grant writer!"

It took a brief moment for Timothée to catch up to what you were saying before he joined you in your excitement. "That's fantastic, babe!" He wrapped you in a nearly crushing hug and spun you around. You beamed up at him when he set you back down.

"It's wonderful to see you so happy," he added as he looked down into your eyes.

"I am happy. The happiest I have been in nearly a decade."

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Things were looking up as you got into the groove of your new job. You and Timothée fell into a rhythm of alternating family dinners with your respective parents and date nights for just the two of you. He was also very intentional about making time to hang out with Madison. Once they discovered their shared love of bowling after he introduced her to the sport, it became their "thing" every Tuesday evening, along with dinner at the diner...

...until the Tuesday after Thanksgiving.

It was odd for Timothée to call or text you during the work day. He was very respectful of giving you space to concentrate on your writing and didn't want to be a distraction. You answered immediately, knowing it must be important.

"Hey, Timmy, what's up?"

You heard him sniffle on the other end of the line. "My dad, he-" He couldn't finish before he was overtaken by sobs, but you knew what we has trying to say. You gasped slightly.

"Timmy, where are you?"

"H-home."

"Stay put. I will be right there." You packed up your things and told your boss you were leaving. You sped to the Chalamet's and went to Timothée's house first. It was dark inside, but that didn't prevent you from banging on the locked door. You were met with silence. Next, you ran over to his dad's house. Thankfully the door was unlocked, allowing you to quietly enter. You found Timothée in the living room curled up in his dad's favorite armchair. You sat on your knees in front of him and buried your fingers in his dark curls.

"Oh, Timmy..."

He looked at you, but his eyes were blank. His voice sounded so tiny as he explained, "Dad was tired, so he went to take a nap when I went out to the workshop. Not abnormal these days. But when I came back to check on him..." He interrupted himself by trying to clear the lump in his throat.

You looked up toward the bedrooms. "Is he..."

Timothée shook his head. "No, uh, he's not here. I called 9-1-1, just in case, but he was gone. The funeral home where he had already made arrangements picked him up. [Y/N], he looked so...peaceful. I hadn't seem him not in pain in years. H-he got his w-wish to die at home in his sleep." His face contorted as he was riddled with sobs once more. You pulled his head to your chest and rubbed soothing circles on his back. Once he calmed back down to an all but catatonic state, you laid his head back down on the armrest and stepped away to call your mother to ask her to pick up Madison from school.

"You should go get Madison," he stated plainly when you returned.

"My mom can go pick her up. I am not leaving you here alone, love."

"Alone," he repeated with a slightly terrified and downcast look.

"Hey now," you responded in a soothing tone as you sank back down to your knees. "Even in the moments when you may be physically by yourself, you are not alone, Timothée Hal Chalamet." You made sure his eyes connected with yours before you continued. "You're stuck with me, remember? You have people who love you and will help you through this." You kissed his forehead before he pushed himself upright into a seated position.

"Thank you," Timothée replied solemnly, almost too quietly for you to even hear.

"I can either stay here tonight, or you can come to our place. Mom already offered."

He nodded, contemplating the options. "I don't want to be here right now, but I'm also not quite ready to leave yet, either."

"I understand. Take your time." You stood and squeezed his shoulder as you walked by to the kitchen. Doing the dishes and taking out the trash seemed like a helpful way to keep yourself occupied while he mentally prepared for next steps. After a while, he joined you in the kitchen. He hugged you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder as you dried the last of the plates.

"Thank you for dropping everything for me."

You leaned your ahead away from his slightly so you could turn your neck to look at him. "It was an easy decision. You needed me. I am here."

"Dad likes...liked...you a lot, you know." You turned your body all the way around to look at Timothée, though you struggled to hide your tears. "And he was absolutely besotted with Madison. Thank you for all the times you brought her over here for dinner. He enjoyed spending time with both of you. I think...I think he even thought of her as a grandchild by the end." You gave him a warm half-smile and nodded in agreement. "Can we go see her now? It's Tuesday."

You looked at your watch. "She should be home now." You walked with Timothée to his house so he could grab some clothes. He usually wanted to take his truck when the two of you went anywhere, but he relented to letting you drive your car this time.

As expected, your mother was already back from the school. She met the two of you on the porch and embraced Timothée. "I'm so sorry, dear."

"Thank you, Mrs. [L/N]." He heard the screen door shut and looked up to see Madison standing by the porch swing, rubbing one arm with the opposite hand nervously. His face softened as he knelt down and held a hand out to her. Madison stepped forward and took it into her own.

"Hey, kiddo. I'm sorry that we can't go out like normal tonight."

"It's okay," the girl practically whispered. "Nana told me what happened." Her face crumpled as she started to cry. You stepped forward instinctually to comfort your daughter, but instead, she threw her arms around Timothée's neck. He quickly wrapped his arms around her in return. He looked up at you with fat tears welling in the corners of his eyes as he was overcome by a mix of emotions.

You placed a hand over your mouth to hold back your own surge of sobs at the display between your two loves. Your mother stepped to your side and draped her arm around your shoulders. Madison had not yet had to face the pain of losing a grandparent, and while he wasn't one by blood, she had grown close to Mr. Chalamet. This was a hurt you could not shield her from.

Madison pulled away, wiping her nose on her sleeve. "I'm sorry. I got your shoulder wet."

Timothée's lip trembled. "Never apologize for tears, okay?" He cupped her small cheek in his hand and wiped a fresh tear away with his thumb. He pulled her in for another hug, this time for his own comfort.

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The funeral was held a few days later. Timothée walked into your living room in his black suit. Under other circumstances, you would have commented on how handsome he looked. Instead, you stood and straightened his tie. He grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest.

"Please sit with me when we get there," he said softly. "Both of you."

You nodded. "I will, but I will give Madison a choice. This is the first funeral she has ever attended. Let me go talk to her."

You found her sitting outside on the porch swing in her black dress. "Hey, sweetheart. You doing okay?" you asked as you sat beside her. She just nodded. "Timothée asked us to sit with him at the funeral. He is going to sit on the front row, which is usually where immediate family sits. I want to give you a choice. There are going to be a lot of big emotions in the room."

"I want to be with Timothée. He needs us," she stated like it was the obvious - and only - option.

You kissed her forehead and pulled her to you. "My sweet girl. So selfless. If at any point you get too overwhelmed, you can go find Nana and Pawpaw. Okay?"

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It was a beautiful celebration of life. The townspeople showed up en masse to pay their respects at both the funeral home and graveside service. Madison was a trooper and stayed by Timothée's side the entire time until everyone else had left the cemetery.

You pulled Madison aside and started toward the truck to give Timothée a moment of privacy before the casket was lowered. She followed you hesitantly but lost her will to comply when she heard him start crying. She spun and ran back to him, gingerly slipping her hand into his as they both faced the casket. He looked down, first at their clasped hands and then at Madison's face.

"I didn't want you to be alone."

Tears spilled out of Timothée's eyes as he smiled. "Thanks, kiddo." He dipped down and picked her up for a hug. She clung to him like a baby koala. He stood like that for a moment, staring at his father's coffin over his almost-daughter's shoulder, silently thanking him for showing him how to be a good dad.

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Chapter 12

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