Accidents

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(Request from: @MaliChrome99)

One day I came back from work. I saw Timmy's arms crossed, sitting down on the couch. He looked over at me. I saw his eyes red from tears. I set my purse and keys down.

"Baby what's wrong?" I asked, coming over to him.

"You know what's wrong." He said. Looking away from me.

I raised my eyebrows. " I really don't timothée"

"Don't lie." He scoffed.

"Why would I lie to you?" I replied.

"Don't act like you weren't on a date with Jacob."

"Jacob? As in Jacob Elordi? Why on earth would I be dating him?! He's just a friend. We were filming Euphoria! What is wrong with you?" I said, my voice cracking at the end.

"He fucks you in that show! I don't trust him!" He shouted.

"Timothée, it's not like I was doing this when u had sex with Saoirse in Lady Bird!" I shouted back.

"You're such a bitch." He mumbled, but I heard.

"I'm a what now!?" I said.

"Nothing. I said nothing."

He headed into the kitchen, but I walked towards him.

"Timothée stop doing this! I'm tired of this! I don't like fighting with you!" I shouted.

"Fine then I'll leave." He said, heading towards the door.

"Timothée no. You know that's not what I meant. And you know that!" I said grabbing his arm hardly.

"Ow!" He shouted.

"W-what did I do." I said as my eyes shot up.

He pulled up his sleeve and I saw a bruise start to form.

"Timothée, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'm really sorry." I stuttered. I started to cry. I felt so bad, it was all my fault. I had hurt him. I could never forgive myself for that.

"Babe, don't cry. You didn't mean to do it." He said, hugging me. He let me cry onto his sweatshirt.

"This is all my fault." I sobbed.

"No, no it's not! It's mine. I was being a dick and overreacted." He whispered. He wiped the tears off my face and pecked my cheek.

"I'm sorry. I love you so much and I shouldn't have reacted like that. Let's go to bed." We got ready for bed. He gave me one of his sweatshirts. Me and him read a book together. We laid down and he brushed his fingers through my hair.

"I'm really sorry" I said.

"Don't be." He said, shutting his eyes.

My eyes got heavy and fell asleep in Timmy's arms.

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(An: This kinda sucks but I did my best. You can comment or dm me requests. And make sure to tell me if you want me to say you requested it or not.)

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