Midnight Moon//timothéeXreader

05

"so what's that mean?...midnight moon?" you asked timothée, softly.

he felt a rain drop hit his nose, so he closed the sky light. "wouldn't want you more wet than you already are." he said, looking down into your eyes. you just looked away from him and sat back down on the bed, his voice echoing in your head. did he really say that?

he plopped himself down right next to you, his arm right against yours. "midnight moons are special." he told you.

"and why's that?" you asked, curious. he stared at the closet straight ahead, giving you a perfect view of the slope of his nose and curve of his jaw. his lips looked like rose petals and faint freckles were scattered all over his face.

"the moons pretty cool, because it's really just reflecting the suns energy, and light. i like to think of it as the suns alter ego. its darker, more hidden side," he looked down at his lap, his hands folded together. "when it's midnight here, it's the afternoon in Perth... Australia. did you know," he put a finger up in the air and turned his head to look at you, and said, "that if you dug a tunnel from right here in New York, all the way across the world, you'd end up just south west of Perth. in the middle of the ocean."

"no, i didn't know that," you told him, captivated by his story. he talked with his lips close together, and his eyebrows furrowed, focused.

"midnight moons are special. it's even cooler when it's a full moon," he looked in to your eyes, then down at your lips. he licked his lips and finally dropped his hand back into his lap. "have you ever seen a full moon at midnight?" he asked you, his voice intense. you shook your head no.

"it's like a fairy-tale, y/n." his eyes were locked on your lips, but you couldn't stop yourself from falling into the orchestra of colors in his eyes. maybe it was gravity, or maybe it was his story telling, but somehow the two of you seemed to move so close to each other. you felt like you were breathing in his scent, not oxygen. it was intoxicating, and time froze around you.

"do you wanna trip?" he asked you, out of breath.

you were pulled out of your intoxication. confused, you asked, "what? like, on acid?" you hoped he'd say no. he nodded his head yes.

"here," he dug his hand into his pocket and shuffled around. "look," he pulled out a lighter, a few coins, and a piece of paper folded up and closed with scotch tape. it had a sticker of a unicorn bleeding rainbows from its eyes. written below it in messy pen was 'rainbow road'.

you sat up straight and watched as he unfolded the paper. a small sheet of 6 squares with technicolor designs on them fell out on to his lap. he picked it up and ripped one off. "do you wanna trip with me?" he asked, holding the tab up.

"for real?" you questioned, and he nodded. you picked up the 5 remaining squares and examined them. it amazed you how that little square of what felt like paper was a drug that could fuck you up. "timothée, i don't... um...i'll pass." you frowned and placed the squares back in his lap.

"that's fine," he said, quietly, and shrugged. you looked at him with an eye brow raised, and opened your mouth to say something. before you could get a word out, he looked at you and said, "put your finger out." you listened and did just that.

he carefully placed the tab on your finger, upside down, and looked at you. you stared at it for a moment, it was pretty cool. when you lifted your head up, the two of you locked eyes. he opened his mouth slowly, and stuck his tongue out.

he stared at your finger and raised an eyebrow. you couldn't help but stare at him, your mouth just slightly agape. you turned your finger over at an angle, so as to not drop the tab. timothée looked back up at you as your finger got closer to his tongue.

you placed the tab on his tongue, pushing down so it would stick to his saliva. before you could pull your finger away he closed his teeth together and bit your finger. you gasped, but when you looked up at him he had a huge grin on his face. you couldn't help but laugh.

he closed his lips around your finger and pulled his head back. "thank you," he said as you wiped his spit off of yourself.

"uh yeah, no problem, i guess," you told him. your head felt cloudy and you tried to grasp what had just happened. but a knock on the bedroom door startled you out of your thoughts.

"tim, are you in here?" a gravely yet girly voice called through the door.

"oh, fuck me," timothée muttered. he ran his hands through his hair and tugged at it before standing up to open the door. he turned to you and said, "that is not my flannel and you don't know my name" then swung the door open.

a tall, tan, and slim girl walked in the room and kicked her sneakers off. "hi babe," she said, pulling her braids back into a hair tie. "who's this?" she asked and nodded to you.