cold hands | timothée chalamet

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warnings: fluff <33
soundtrack: falling for u — peachy! & mxmtoon
word count: 307
note: so short and i hate this but i wanted to post something lol
requested: aʻole

anyone that saw y/n and timothée could tell they were in love. actually, anyone but them, apparently. they constantly denied to others the feelings they had for each other everytime someone asked.

if timothée was being honest, he was tired of pretending. pretending he didn't like her, preteniding he didn't love her, pretending he didn't want to kiss the hell out of her, maybe even more. so, he decided to act on it. if you ask me, it's about time, because it's clear as day they love each other.

winter in new york was cold. not to y/n. that girl was a walking heater. however, timmy was. they were watching orange is the new black together, since they couldn't go outside. the door of y/n's building was blocked by snow. between episodes, he spoke up. "my hands are cold, will you warm them up for me?" she laughed, "sure, get over here."

timmy slid over from the other side of the couch to her. she took his hand in his, looking up to find his eyes already on her. "hi." "hey." they both giggled. timothée decided it was time. "wanna know a secret?" he whispered. she hummed in response. "i kinda like you." he put a hand over his mouth, in a girlish manner, his mouth making an 'o' shape.

she took a few seconds to process the new information. "i kinda like you too." she mimicked his actions from before.

and, in a matter of seconds, his lips were on hers, fitting perfectly together like the pieces of a puzzle that had been waiting to be put next to each other for way too long.

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