his blood - timothée chalamet [18+]

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i made it down the hill, timothée aligned perfect smile appeared while blood leaked from his eyebrows to his teeth.

i go to grab him, placing my arms under his shoulders.

"i was gonna go back up for you," he says.

"too bad i made it to you first." i say, i take him up the hill and he watched me the entire time, just mesmerized. "i'm so so proud of you lacy," he says, we go to sit in another car. this time my eyes aren't off him and i'm fully aware of my surroundings.
"proud is an understatement!" he says, resting his head on the car chairs. "i'm gratified with your achievements!" he says, he is still out of breath, placing his hands under his chest to rest.

"gratified huh? big boy words?" i laughed while smiling.

"my vocabulary is amazing!" he says, "don't doubt it!"

he closes his eyes for a moment relaxing.

"hey! you okay right?" i say still staring at the road but i look at him for a second.

"yeah yeah!" he says, "i'm fine!"

i pulled his shirt up to see if he was bleeding, i even pulled his selves and checked his neck and legs.
he was fine.

"my love! i said i'm fine! i'm just exhausted—and also that dude got some good punches in." he laughed.

"okay i'm just making sure," i say driving.

i was driving for a few hours now and timothée was asleep, he needed sleep. he hasn't in days. he eventually woken up and looked at dark blue skies above us.

"the stars are out," timothée smiled, he points at the star, "ain't that our flynn rider?" he laughed.

"looks like it," i smiled.

"pull over, there's a beach nearby," he says.

he gets out the car first, opening the door for me to walk out. like the gentleman he was.

"i can hear seagulls," he says, he gently holds my hand and guides me to the sound. i followed him and there it was a beach.

the delightful sound of waves splashing back and forth, hitting against each other. and the warm sand that touched the bottom of our feet.

timothée lifts me up, picking me up from off my feet. "the sand is hot," he says.

"timothée not again!" i laughed, he always did this when there was a beach, he would lift me and carry me to the ocean. "put me down! i can walk!"

"don't mind me, just carrying my girl to the ocean," he says.

"timothée!" i laughed. "come on!"

"the sand is hot lacy!" he laughed.

"it's perfectly warm!"

i wanted to get off mainly because i knew how tired he still was. but he carried me anyways.

he made his way. he places me down and we sat by the shore. his eyes glare at me, he pulls a little smile on his face. "you are beautiful lacy prescott." he says.

"i'm not good with compliments timothée," i smiled, covering my face, i was probably red as can be.

he pushes my hair away from my face that blew in the wind, he leans into kiss me, resting his hands on my waist.

"promise me something." he says gently against my lips.

"anything," i say.

i loved his lips, the way they felt, how good they were against mines.