Info - competitive, running into each other, fluff, calling reader bastard
"Ain't no way," Timothée said as he stretched.
"It'll be easy," I scoffed. Timothée and I were feeling rather competitive. Pauline had set up an Easter egg hunt for the two of us. I was certain I would be the one to find the most eggs, just as he was certain he was.
"You'll be crying over a measly three eggs while I have the hoard of a dragon," he boasted.
"Unlikely," I smirked.
"You two are ridiculous," Pauline shook her head.
"Just tell us when to go," Timothée said, exaggeratedly warming up.
"Go!" Pauline yelled. Timothée and I raced off. I heard him whoop with joy when he found an egg. I gritted my teeth and looked harder.
"I got one, now two!" I crowed.
"You bastard!" He shouted and I laughed.
We raced around the yard wildly. I wasn't watching where I was going since my eyes were trained on the ground. Timothée and I slammed into each other. Our eggs went flying.
I was on top of him. We looked at one another and burst into laughter. He kissed my forehead and smiled fondly.
"The only egg I need is you," he said.
"Weird, but cute," I giggled and kissed him.
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SFW Timothee Chalamet Fanfiction P2
FanfictionFanfiction that is fluff, angst, etc but no sex. You can read this with no worry of being scandalized. lots of cute moments. All between Timmy and the Reader.
