LIVING//timothéeXreader//completed

part 10: living

the icy blue morning light of winter coming in from timothée's window pried at your eyelids, beckoning you awake. you opened your eyes and rolled over to find nothing but a mess of sheets and pillows. you ran your hand across the soft linen that timothée previously laid in; it was still warm.

you slowly managed to sit up, stretch, and stand out of bed before walking over to timothée's dresser and pulling out a flannel and a pair of boxers for you to wear. you yawned and noticed a scent of warm vanilla and maple in the air. 

you left timothée's room, now adorned in his clothes, and made your way to the kitchen where a shirtless timothée stood over the stove, flipping pancakes and cooking bacon. you smiled wide and skipped over to him, hugging him from behind. 

although you couldn't see it, you could sense timothée's smile as he spoke. "good morning, darling, how'd you sleep?" you loosened your grip on him to let him turn around to face you. you smiled up at him, saying, "i slept really good, you?"

as he flipped the last pancake on to a plate next to the stove, timothée shut the burner off and brought the food to the kitchen table. "i slept great, ya know," he looked over to you, "minus the puppy snoring next to me," and winked. 

you laughed and said, "i do not  snore!...right?" timothée just laughed and kissed your forehead once you walked over to him. 

"you're too cute," he said. "um, before we eat, i wanted to talk to you," he told you, sitting you down in one of the chairs. he sat across from you but moved his seat so he could reach over and place his hand on your thigh. the feeling of his hand there gave you flashbacks to last night. 

"what's is it?" you asked him. 

"last night, um," he immediately started to smile and a bright red blush covered his face. you mimicked him and looked down at your lap. after a moment of silence passed, timothée lifted your head by placing his pointer finger under your chin. 

"y/n, last night was..." he searched for the right word to say. "magical. i... i really felt connected to you. i know that might sound cheesy but, i've never, ever, felt like that before." he told you. 

your heart felt like it was in your throat, and your face was warm. you cleared your throat to talk. "timothée, i feel the same way. last night, being with you, being so close to you, it... i really loved it." you told him. "i wanted to feel like that forever," you said, letting your train of thought spill over into reality.

"i'm really glad you feel the same way, y/n. um," timothée stood up and you watched as he walked over to his couch and moved something around on the table in front of it. "and there's one more thing i want to tell you," he walked over to you and grabbed your hand.

you stood up and walked over to him him, and you held him close. "what is it?" you asked him as you pulled away. he told you to close your eyes and you giggled as he guided you closer to the couch. once you sat down, you got yourself comfortable and waited for him to tell you you could open your eyes.

"now, before you look, i want you to open your eyes but only look at me," he said. you did just that, making sure you didn't peak and look at what could be on the table. he held both your hands as he spoke. "i know we haven't known each other for that long, but... even a fool could see the chemistry between us. and i...i hope you feel the same way, y/n. because you are the most incredible human i've ever met, and..." timothée took a long pause and stared in to your eyes.

as you looked back at him you could feel the love practically oozing out from his words. you squeezed his hands tight and had to hold yourself back from pulling him in for a hug. you felt an excitement that you didn't know existed, and you prayed that he said what you wanted to hear. timothée smiled, a smile that said everything is perfect, and opened his mouth to speak again. 

"y/n, i'm in love with you," the words fell out of his mouth and the moment he saw your eyes light up, a giant grin was spread across his face. "i've been in love with you the moment we talked to each other in the booth that day, and the moment i saw your drawing of me. i was so nervous," he laughed quietly. "because i thought you were way too cool for me. but you've shown me that i'm not as much of a weirdo as i think i am. y/n, i'm in love with you." he said.

you couldn't help but tear up. timothée talked to you with such passion, a passion that matched yours, and everything felt like it was falling in to place. like he was the last piece of the puzzle. "t, you have a very unique way of charming someone and... when i drew your portrait that day, in the booth, i wanted more of you. i wanted to know you and to talk to you. and that feeling never went away," you smiled at him and could feel your cheeks begin to blush. 

"even now, after all this time, even though it's been a short while, i still get that same feeling every time i look at you. t, i..." you took a deep breath. "i'm in love with you, too, timothée," you told him. he smiled and pulled you close to him and the two of you embraced each other in a long, tight hug.

"i want you to see what's on the table now," he whispered to you after minutes passed. you looked over to see a single black box, long and narrow, sitting on the table. 

"what's this?" you asked him. 

"open it up." he told you, and you did. 

you pulled the top of the black box off, which revealed what was laying inside it. a perfectly sharp red pencil, just like the one he handed to you the day you met. 

"is... this my pencil?" you asked him. the two of you giggled.

"no, silly. well yes. kinda... read what's on it," he said excitedly. 

you spun the pencil in your hand until you saw the shiny gold letters engraved on it. you read what was written. 

you are my muse, darling, and i am yours - t

you smiled wide, immediately recognizing what the note meant. "'cause that's what you wrote on my sketch that day...that you were my muse," you smiled at him and he smiled back. 

"you remembered," he said. 

"of course i did, t. i love it, it's beautiful," you told him, kissing him on the cheek. "i really, really love it," you said, your chest tight. you kept your mouth open, as if you had something more to say, but all that came out was a repetitive, "i really love it, timothée,"

when you looked up at him, your eyes locked, and you felt overcome with a sense of pure bliss. timothée was the only thing on your mind, and you were the only thing on his. excited and, admittedly, overwhelmed with all that has happened, you couldn't help but be a broken record. again, you whispered to him, "thank you so much. i really love it, t,"

he cupped his hands around your cheeks, staring intensely into your eyes, smiled and said, "i really love you, y/n."

he leaned in to kiss you and fire works exploded in your chest and in your head. you couldn't help but smile wide as you kissed him back, muttering "i love you, too" against his lips. 

the two of you held each other, hand in hand, whispering "i love you too"s into each others ears.

no other moment in your life had ever been filled with this much love, this much energy, this much life. you smiled to yourself as timothée held you. you felt ecstatic, safe, and loved. 

you felt like you were finally living. 

*:･ﾟ✧ 

 the end