Timmy and the reader find the house of their dreams.
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Warnings; none"don't worry bella! i'll come and visit when i get the chance." you say, cupping your little sister's cheeks.
"i'm aren't even moving out yet, we're still looking for a house to live in."
bella nodded, giving you a quick hug before running back to the living room.
you turned around and looked at timothee, who was admiring you the whole time. "ready to go?" you ask him, hooking your arm into his.
timothée nods and you both walk outside to the car.
"so, where's the first house?"
"the first house is in the manhattan area" timothée says, smiling at you.
"you know, bella seemed really upset about you moving out."
you sighed, looking down out the window as you passed the city's buildings and shops. "yeah, i don't know who bella is going to play house with once i leave."
timothée chuckles as he parks outside a beautiful modern style house. "is this it?" you say in awe, staring up at the house.
you gasp as you get out of the car. "timmy oh my god, look at the view!". timothée gets out of the car and wraps his arm around your waist."i think we might like this one, mon amour" timothée says gazing down at you.
once the landlord gave you the tour, he let you and timothée look around some more. "so, what do you think of the house, y/n?" he asks.
"I love it!" you exclaim.
"then it's ours."
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you and timothée were currently moving into your new house. all the other rooms were furnished except for the living room. now, you two were both standing in the middle of an ikea, arguing about couches."timmy, i'm simply saying, a sofa will save us so much room in the living room! and i know you want to put your desk in there don't you?" you sigh, looking up at timothée.
"but, y/n, if we get an l shaped couch we'll have room for our guests to sit down" timothée argues.
"and what guests will we be having at our house?" you ask him, placing your hands on your hips. "It's not like we host parties or anything, and you know i won't allow you to have parties here with you 'rich celebrity friends'." you cross your arms.
"y/n please" timothée begs, he can't stand you being mad at him.
"fine..." you groan, uncrossing your arms. you start walking towards the cashier at the front of the store to tell them to get the couch.
"i can't believe we were arguing over a couch," timothée says, once he catches up to you.
"oh, shut up."
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