oh my god yes can you write one where y/n moves in next door to timmy in new york. and he’s in awe of her, and after meeting a few times he invites her to one of his parties where she buys a book for timmy instead of a bottle of wine because she’s only 20. and armie is there and he’s like “ohhhhhh so this is the girl?” thanks a million
Hey hey! This took me a while even though I think it’s kind of trash. I’m a bit rusty but I hope I lived up to your fan fiction standards! It’s probably kinda weird lol my mood changed like 12 times while writing this. Thank you for sending in a request anon I LOVE you.
*Excuse any spelling errors*
“Ma’am are you sure you don’t need help with your things?”
“No, thanks! I’m perfectly fine!” I chuckled. The truth of the matter was, I wasn’t fine. My back was ready to do the bend and snap and I had about 14 more boxes to bring up to my new apartment. Moving to the city was scary, being alone and inexperienced in the city is terrifying.
I carried the two large boxes towards the elevator door, by the time I reached it I’d felt like I’ve walked along a whole football field. You can imagine my utter disappointment when I read the white sheet taped to the door that said “Broken. Use stairs.” A red arrow slathered in sharpie pointed down a long narrow hallway to my right.
“What the fuck, man.” I whispered under my breath as I began my fucking pilgrimage to and up the stairs.
I wasn’t far up the total of 12 flights I had to climb before I heard the loud clanging of footsteps speeding down the stairs. The next thing I knew, my boxes were thrown against the wall and I was barely gripping onto the rail. This guy really just pushed me out of his way with only a “sorry” to spit as he continued speeding down the stairs and into my imaginary death note. I only caught a glimpse of this dark mop of hair. Jesus, I thought. I could’ve been carrying fine china in those boxes had I been interested in buying or collecting ever. Thank buddha they were my indestructible hardcover babies.
Pulling up the rest of the boxes was a pain but after I accepted help I was finished within an hour.
Once everything was settled in my studio styled apartment, I flopped onto my bed, which was the only thing I assembled so far, and took a big deep breath and just relaxed.. My first home living alone, just me and stuff.. door locked.. no one to bug me or-
I groaned into my pillow. I snapped my neck to where the sound came from and heard another loud BANG. It sounds like someone is punching the wall! It sent a worry through my stomach, but I pushed it away. I’m full of fire today, no one can fuck with me. I stomped out of my place, not even bothering to close the door behind me and pounded on the next door, which inhabited the cause of the ruckus. The door swung open within moments and I readied my rant. But what stood before me drained me of the fire I possessed a second ago.
A guy, tall, the floppy hair I saw shoving me on the stairs..
“WHAT is your problem, man?” I half-shouted. “I’m just trying to move my crap from one place to another, breaking my back in the process, and you shoved me! And now you’re banging on the wall when I’m attempting to relax.. I-“ I stopped once I realized he was just staring at me, dumbfounded. His lips parted a bit to say something then pressed together gently. I crossed my arms, suddenly feeling self conscious. I wasn’t exactly in the nicest clothes, I looked like a slob. Dressed for comfort in my sweats and my hair a mess from throwing myself into bed. He kept his eyes on me for a few more seconds until he finally spoke.
“Are you the new person renting the place next door? Do you want to come in?” He opened the door wider.
Lord help me, his voice sounded the way candy tasted. So.. so.. sweet.. intoxicating. I wanted him to talk more. Hell, he could be my ringtone.
I didn’t realize until then how attractive he actually is. His hair was dark and wavy, his eyes were green and endless. His eyebrows almost touched, in a good way. He had this messy, sleepy boy look to him and it looked so good.
“No thanks.” I replied out of pure anxiety. I mentally slapped myself for refusing such an invitation from such a cute guy. I stared down at my bare feet for the longest.
“I’m really sorry for bumping into you, and being loud just now, there hasn’t been anyone living next door for the longest.” He pushed the door even wider, “since you just moved in.. and i haven’t exactly given you a warm welcome.. want something to eat? I just picked up some pizza.” He said giving a light smile.
I hesitated a bit, he’s trying to apologize. I could use some friends here too. “Yes, sure.” I said almost shyly. He stepped aside to make way for me and I stepped into his apartment. I really hope I didn’t walk into a murder trap.
“So what’s your name?” I asked before fully walking in.
“Timothee.” He said back.
“Nice name.” I said with genuine fascination. “It’s classy. My name is y/n.” Then I continued to venture into his apartment.
It was a bit larger than mine, it also has a studio style to it, similar to mine. Except, his was cluttered with packets and papers. There was a pile on his bed, some on his counter and a few tossed onto the floor. He noticed my eyes wandering to the mess and he immediately stepped forward.
“I-I-I’m sorry about the mess, y/n” He said quickly. “My job requires lots of reading.”
“Oh cool, are you a writer?” I asked curiously.
“Nah I’m an actor.” He nervously chuckled. He sat on a kitchen stool and played with his hands. Why is he so nervous?
“Really? So was the banging on the wall part of the script?” I cocked my head to side and laughed.
He laughed and shook his head. A cute laugh, very cute. He opened his mouth into a dorky smile when he laughed. “No no, that was an in the moment thing. I was just really happy.” He said with a wide smile.
“Ooh!” I cheered. “What about, of you don’t mind me asking?” I wanted to be friendly but not so friendly that I’d make things weird. We only just met, and in slightly strange terms. It was worth it, seeing his reaction. His eyes widened and they almost gleamed at the question. But he kept such a cool face, I could tell he wanted to burst from happiness. He waved it off. “Oh no, it’s nothing.”
“It can’t be just nothing if you’re willing to wake up exhausted girls from their beauty sleep.” I teased. I sat on the stool next to him.
“I’m still SO sorry about that.” His face was slightly flushed from my teasing, he really was sorry.
“It’s okay. You’re repaying me with pizza. So you gonna tell me what you’re so happy about?” He smiled again. But this time it wasn’t a goofy toothy smile, he gave a crooked closed smile. I really couldn’t figure out what it meant, but it sure almost made me melt in my chair.
“I’ll tell you after we’ve met a few more times.” He said getting out of his chair. He leaned close to me, with a hand on his heart and said “I like to take things slow.”
I swear to god I nearly started choking in his face.
He walked away and opened a box of pizza. “Shall we eat?” He said, getting some plates.
“It’s what I’m here for.” I said back coolly.
It was a really fun, sleep deprived night.
Meeting Timothee started becoming the highlight of my day. He helped me unpack and decorate my apartment. He insisted on me getting these blue fairy lights that light up the whole place. He also insisted I put a pop corn machine next to my bed. He’s a man of many good ideas.
“You sure do have a ton of books.” He told me.
“I really like to read, I collect a bit too. Some of these books are first editions, hard to find.” I said proudly, I love my books.
“I wish I could find time to read a book. A lot of my time is taken up by work, not that I don’t love it.” He said. I couldn’t imagine not reading, we really had to do something about that..
After a week I finally got every bit of my things settled and in place.
I was relaxing on my bed, reading a book and playing soft music from a speaker. I was so happy, I never got to relax this way back home. Next to my bed window, the view was incredible. I was in the heart of the city and everything was just perfect from where I was sitting..
A knocking interrupted my thoughts and I made my way to the door. Peaking through the peep hold I saw it was just Timothee and I opened the door.
“What’s up Timmy.” I greeted him.
“Hey y/n I just wanted to stop by and tell you I’m having a party tonight at my place. It’s sort of a celebration for that happy thing I found out a week ago. Not too big.” He gave me his toothy smile. He sounded kind of nervous.
“Right, you never told me what that happy thing was.” I responded.
“If you come tonight, I promise you’ll find out.” He smiled again. I returned it and nodded, “Then I guess I’ll have to come.” I said.
“Really?” He bounced on his feet excitedly.
“Of course, it’s not like I’d be able to sleep through your partying anyway.” I joked.
“Alright, well I’ll send you then” He said as he walked into his apartment.
“You will.” The door shut, and so did mine. I let out a long sigh. I love New York.
It was around 9 when I decided to finally make my way to the party. I wore a semi casual dress since I wasn’t sure if it was a formal type of party. Before I could walk out of my place, i thought to myself: ‘Shouldn’t I bring a gift? That’s what people do right?’ People usually bring bottles of wine or champagne to a party. I however, cannot buy any alcohol and I have none stored in my house… I should get him a book, he’s said he’s never had time. Maybe he could find time if he had the right book? It’s something I suppose.
I walked towards one of the bookshelves that was placed symmetrically across the other. My fingers gently glided along the spines of each book until I found the one I’d been looking for. I believe this was the perfect selection for the new boy-next-door. It was y/f/b, my favorite. I have several copies, including the first edition and this was just a copy I picked up from Barnes & Noble. I suppose I was ready, my stomach started to churn a bit. Timothee is very nice, and cute. I hope he doesn’t think I’m lazy or weird. I let out a sigh, here goes nothing.
I walked out of my apartment and close the door behind me. I can already hear the music from behind Timothee’s door, I’m betting the neighbor on his right throws a fit like I did, soon. I stepped forward and knocked on his door, the door swung open a few moments later.
Timothee appeared with slightly disheveled hair, and a white button up shirt. I put a confident face on and smiled.
“Y/n..” he gulped. “You really came.”
“Yes I did. Im not exactly of legal age to buy any alcohol to celebrate so here.” I handed him the book. He let out a chuckle.
“You really didn’t have to bring a gift, I should bring you a gift, new neighbor. I really appreciate this, if you gave me a book I would definitely read it.” He opened the door and let me in.
There were lots of people piled in his apartment, it made me realize how much bigger his actually is than mine. I gazed around the room and my eyes landed back onto Timothee, who I realized had been looking at me the entire time.
As he was about to speak, a taller, more muscular guy walked up to us. He has very prominent blue eyes, brown hair and sun kissed skin. He smiled brightly at Timothee, revealing his perfect teeth. This guy had to be a model, no doubt about it.
“Timmy, your bathroom smells terrible. I think someone didn’t agree with the tacos you had on the buffet earlier.” Abacrombie model said.
“A buffet? Did I miss it?” I asked suddenly aware I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I really need to start buying more ramen. The model eyed me carefully and turned to Timothee again.
“This is.. y/n.” He replied, giving the model a look.
“Ooh so you’re y/n?” He smiled again, he turned back to Timothee. “So this is the girl?” He teased him.
“Alrighttttt. Alright.” He waved his hands. “No more.” His face looked red. He talked about me?
“So I’m the girl huh?” I teased Timothee further. He hid his face.
Model grabbed my hand, “My name is Armie. Let’s talk.” He steered me away from Timothee and I laughed.
This night is going to be the best, I can tell.
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