warnings: fluff + child has been given a name + established relationship
a/n: this is short Iām sorry love!
silence never fills the walls of your New York apartment anymoreā at least not since aurora, your daughter, was born.
her presence has been a blessing, thereās no doubt to that, but when the silence exists itās deafening. which is why youāre concerned at six am when the pitter-patter of little feet against the hardwood floor is nonexistent. sheās only four, you think to yourself, thereās no way sheās learned to sleep in yet.
Timothee, your husband, is dead asleep beside you. he couldnāt of heard a tornado hit with the way he sleeps, and you donāt blame him. work and production of the upcoming films he was in were beginning to start, and sleep was lacking with not only a toddler, but work.
so yes, he had his reasons to sleep in, but aurora didnāt.
you heave out a worried sigh, throwing the blankets off your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. you slip on your slippers and trudge down the hall towards her bedroom. the homemade sign of her name Timothee made hangs loose on the door, the stickers her and Pauline stuck to the wood were fading, but stuck like glue. you push open the door carefully, to see her blinds are pushed open already, and sheās dressed herself.
āaurora,ā your groggy voice jolts her head from the book in her lap, itās timothees copy of dune that she stole because it reminder her of him. he spent months in the desert thinking of you two, and she spent months pretending the fat book in her lap was readable.
āmommy, is daddy awake?ā she slips off the bed, book falling open onto the ground, she brushes past you headed straight for your bedroom door thatās closed. she doesnāt give you a second to reply, the man in the cozy bedroom is all she cares about and you donāt blame her. his presence was absent due to filming, any chance she got cozying up with him was a win in her book
you donāt have in your heart to warn her that heās sleep. sheās already pushed open the door and by the time you slip into the dark room, sheās made herself comfortable in his arms. heās barely awake, but when he felt her finger poke his chest, he unconsciously lifted his arms up.
you slip back under the sheets, turning in bed to look at the two. their mouths part the same way, their strains of curly brown hair fall over their faces in the exact same way.
you watch his eyes flutter open for a brief minute, he takes a look down at her, and then at you. your eyes are shut once again, forehead touching auroras, the two of you are sound asleep, and he doesnāt hesitate to sink further into the mattress and let sleep wash over him.
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It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.
You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.
Until a few hours ago.
You think about it as you remove your gaze from his front door and tip toe into the bathroom. You never thought he'd convince you to stay the night, but here you are peeing in his overly expensive, self-cleaning toilet and washing your hands with $60 hand soap that smells like vanilla and lavender. You drag a hand over your face as you make your way back out, avoiding the temptation of the front door this time on your way back to his room.
The door is open the way you left it, and you walk softly into his room, jolting a little when you see Timothee sitting up in the bed. He's got his thin, white sheet draped over his naked bottom half and even though he looks half asleep, he also looks sad. Your heart breaks a little as you realize this is what he looks like when he wakes up and you aren't there.
"Relax," you whisper "I'm still here." You crawl back into Timothee's bed, climbing over his body to get back to your favorite spot on his mattress. "I told you I'd stay," you tease him in a whisper and kiss his shoulder.
Timothee relaxes a little, laying back down, holding his arm out for you to cuddle into him.
"Would it be so bad?" he asks after a few moments of silence. You thought he'd fallen back asleep, but he must have been thinking.
"What?" you answer.
"Being my girlfriend."
"Timothee-"
"No seriously, what would be so bad about it? You're used to fame, so that wouldn't be an adjustment for you. We both have crazy schedules, so you wouldn't have to worry about one of us being busier than the other. And I know everything about you, y/n. Everything."
You laugh at his confidence. He definitely knows everything about you. You'd been sleeping with him for twelve years and been friends for longer. But you weren't going to let him think he knows everything. "You don't know shit, Chalamet."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm, though it's cute that you think you do."
Timothee turns over on his side, facing you. He gives you a quick kiss that instantly turns into a deeper one. You whine when he pulls away, wanting his tongue in your mouth. He's close still, his lips grazing yours occasionally when he talks. "I know everything about you, y/n. Platonically, sexually, mentally. I know everything."
You study his face for a moment. He looks quite sure of himself. "Okay then," you say "five facts about me that no one else knows in five minutes."
"Easy."
"Go on then."
"Number one, I know that if I drag my fingertips across your back" Timothee slides his hands under the back of your shirt, demonstrating his words. "I can have you asleep in less than ten minutes."
You roll your eyes, knowing it's true. He's gotten you to sleep that way many times before.
"Four more, tick tock," you tease him.
"Number two, I know how much anxiety ordering food gives you, so I know your order at every restaurant we've ever been to, so you don't even have to say anything."
His fingers are still tracing lines up and down your back and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes against him.
"Number three, I know that if I kiss your neck right here" Timothee demonstrates his words again, placing the softest kiss to the side of your neck. "I can have you ready for sex almost instantly."
"Ugh, fuck off, Timothee."
He's right again.
You're pretty sure he takes two extra minutes just kissing your neck, the fucker, and you let him because it feels so good.
"Number four, I know that" he pulls you on top of him so that you're straddling his waist "when you're riding my dick, I have to hold your right here because it feels so good, they shake." Timothee's hands grip your thighs, his long fingers indenting the skin on your legs.
"Number five, I know that if I suck one of your nipples into my mouth" He removes a hand from your thigh and removes your shirt. Immediately, he uses his index finger to circle one of your nipples. It hardens instantly at his teasing and peppers your skin in chills "I can get you to do whatever the fuck I want."
You're silent for a minute, feeling his hard dick under you. You contemplate holding it and sliding down onto it but decide to show him he's not the only one who knows everything about the other.
"How'd I do?" Timothee asks.
"Not bad," you admit. You tease his cock with your pussy, sliding him through your wet folds. "But now it's my turn."
"Can I fuck you first?"
"No, Timmy, you can't."
Timothee groans, pressing his erection against your heat.
"You know, you can't call me 'Timmy' and not let me fuck you."
You smile knowingly, satisfied in the use of a secret weapon you learned about not too long ago while having dinner in a very public setting.
"Patience is a virtue, Timothee. Anywho, Number one, I know that when I whisper in your ear, it gives you these cute little chills all over your skin." You lean forward letting your folds slide across his hard dick again. Timothee groans softly through gritted teeth, shaking his head slowly at you. "Like this," you whisper once you're inches from his ear and like you said, you feel his skin prickle with chills. You run your hands over his arms, still gripping your thighs just the way you like, attempting to erase some of the chills you created with your warmth.
"Skip the rest and let me fuck you, y/n," Timothee begs.
"But I've got four more," you pout.
Timothee groans again, pushing his dick against you.
"Number two, I know tha-"
Your words catch in your throat as Timothee shifts on his bed, flipping you onto your back. His knees nudge your legs open, and he runs his nose along your neck until he finds the spot that makes you weak. He kisses it lightly before sucking the skin into his mouth.
"Give it up, y/n. You know it's me you think about when someone else is trying...and failing...to make you come. You know it's me you've been talking yourself out of for years. Over a decade worth of depriving yourself of the one thing you know you need the most. Why? I'm right here and I'm entirely yours. Take me."
Your eyes bounce back and forth between his, until your lips crash into each other's. Tongues winding and twisting fighting for dominance. You love him. You always have and there is no escaping him. There never will be. Timothee breaks your heated kiss and begins lining his way down to your breasts in kisses. He licks around your nipple once he's reached his destination, then suck it into his mouth. And just like he said, in that moment, you're willing to do whatever he wants.
"Be mine and no others," he says to you in between kisses to your soft skin.
"Whatever you want," you say breathlessly.
"No. Say it. Say you'll be mine and mine alone."
Timothee slides a finger along your folds of your pussy, gently pressing a finger inside to you see if you're ready for him. When he decides your wet enough, he lines himself up with you entrance. You're bracing for him; your legs are wide open and waiting but so is he.
"Y/n."
"You can't leave me when things get hard. You can't give up on us, because I can't lose you, Timothee. If I tell you yes, then this is it."
"That's all I've ever wanted."
"I mean it; you can't leave me."
"Y/n," Timothee said, as he pushed all the way inside of you, "I'd never dream of leaving you."
There was no way heād ever see your DMs. He probably got thousands of messages a day; yours would get lost in a sea of countless others. And he was rarely ever on Twitterā¦
Still, youād occasionally send some DMs anyway, just for the hell of it. It started tame. Telling him how much you loved his work, how excited you were for the next Dune movieā¦ Small things like that.Ā
And then the thirst started.
It was all because of the Oscarsā¦ The damn Oscars. God, he looked so good. You felt like you were going to explode the second the shirtless image of him appeared on your TV screen. In the heat of the moment, you whipped out your phone and began typing every lewd thought that popped into your head.
Everything about him was perfect, from his hair down to the smallest details, like the rings on his fingers. You drank in every image you could find of his bare chest. Before you knew it, you were composing the nastiest paragraph youād ever written in your life (up until that point, at least) and hitting send without a second thought.
God, itās almost unfair how perfect you are. Youāre so fucking sexy in your sparkly little jacket. I wanna taste every inch of you. I want you to fuck my mouth and make me gag on your cock. I want your cum running down my throat. I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that all I know is your name. I want you to absolutely obliterate me. I wanna be your personal fuckdollā¦ Iām fucking dripping just thinking about it. I need you inside me so fucking bad. Iām such a needy slut for you.
That was just the first one, and as time went on, they grew more graphic. It became an outlet, a way to get all of this sexual energy out. Your messages ranged from short, innocent sentences to long, erotic paragraphs detailing all of the depraved things you wanted him to do to you.
But heād never see it.
Right?
***
The club was full of drunk, sweaty bodies. You were perfectly content to stand in the corner all night with your best friend, Jess, and sway to the music, feeling the bass vibrate through the floor.
āHey, isnāt he that guy youāre so obsessed with?ā Jess asked, pointing discreetly to a group of guys in the corner.
āCome on,ā Jess said, taking in your stunned appearance. She tugged your hand, starting to lead you in his direction, but you pulled back.
āAre you fucking insane? I canāt just walk right up to him, Iāll literally drop dead on the spot.ā
āOkay, fine, donāt talk to him.ā She held back a laugh at your outburst. āBut you know if you donāt at least stand in the same general vicinity as him, youāll hate yourself forever.āĀ
Damn. You hated when she was right.
You both weaved through the crowd, strategically placing yourselves closer and closer every few moments without making it too obvious.Ā
You fought the urge to keep glancing at him, though all you wanted to do was drink in his appearance. You werenāt sure youād ever get the chance to see him in person again.Ā
Jess was talking about something Britney had said to her earlier - you werenāt really paying too much attention - when you tried to steal a glance at exactly the wrong moment.
His eyes met yours.Ā
And instead of looking away and pretending nothing had happened like a normal person would in this circumstance, you froze. Your eyes widened, giving you a slight deer-in-the-headlights expression. He broke into that adorable, lopsided smile you loved so much.
Then, to your surprise, he started moving toward you.
āIā¦ I know,ā you replied stupidly, the awe evident in your voice.
āIām Jess, and this is (Y/N),ā she stepped in for you. āItās so nice to meet you.ā
āYou too,ā he smiled. His eyes flicked back to you. His brow furrowed and his head tilted to one side as he took you in, but after a few seconds, he shook his head. āSorry, have we met before?ā
āUmmā¦ā You pretended to think for a second, even though youād definitely remember if youād met this literal god before. āNope, I donāt think so.ā
āHmā¦ Weird. I thought I recognized you from somewhere.ā
You shrugged this off; heād probably met so many fans in so many countries, there was bound to be at least one other girl somewhere who somewhat resembled you.
He was extremely nice and offered to take photos with you. He hung around to chat for a few minutes before excusing himself back to his friends. Besides your general awkwardness - which he was probably used to, judging by the way he easily brushed it off - the interaction couldnāt have gone any better.
āHeās literally my future husband,ā you told Jess dreamily as you both watched him walk away.
āNot if I marry him first,ā she joked.
āHey! At least share!ā You pouted.
She jokingly stuck her tongue out at you, and then her eyes scanned the room. āWell, if my marriage to Timmy doesnāt pan out, I think I just found his replacement. Mind if I go dance?ā
āNah, go right ahead,ā you replied. You leaned against a wall, focusing on your phone. You posted your photo with Timmy to Instagram, and then popped onto Twitter to make the photo your profile pic. Your moots were about to go feral. For a moment, your thumb hovered over the messages icon.Ā
Ah, why not?
Hot sweatpants, cutie. Iāll make you sweat and pant;)
You chuckled a little to yourself. God, that was a cringey one. Still, it was just for your entertainment, so why not?
You continued scrolling through Twitter, enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame as you were bombarded by a million questions, each more unhinged than the last (āWhat did he smell like?ā āWho was he with?ā āDid you lick his hand? I wouldāve licked his handā etc). You were in the middle of replying to someone when you heard a voice beside you.
āThis is one of my favorites, āMy ass is grass and I want you to mow it.ā Or that time you just sent the link to Deep Throat by Cupcakke.ā
āOh, god,ā you said, putting your head in your hands. You couldnāt even deny that it was you; the profile picture gave you away. You wanted to spontaneously combust. āI didnāt think youād actually see that.ā
āI could tellā¦ā he chuckled. Thankfully, he scrolled past your moreā¦ needy messages and focused on the ironic ones. āāI would let you break my back in half, spit in my mouth, dislocate my jaw, pee on me, rip out my intestines, and then hit me with your car and Iād still be your biggest fan.āā
āUgh, God,ā you groaned.Ā
He smirked at you and you swore his eyes flicked down to your lips for a split second. When he spoke again, the joking tone had disappeared. āYou think youāre my biggest fan?ā
Your mouth opened but no words came out. You drew in a sharp breath. āI- uhā¦ y-yeah.ā
His voice dropped dangerously low; you were sure no one else could hear. āWould you be willing to prove it?ā
His words swam around in your head and you struggled to make sense of them. Surely, you had misunderstoodā¦ You blinked, watching as his tongue swiped over his lips.Ā
āAbsolutely.ā
Before you could even process what was happening, he had taken your hand and led you down a hallway, somehow unseen by anyone else. He slipped you into a bathroom and shut the door behind you both.Ā
Pressing you against the door, he attached his lips to yours.
You felt yourself relax into him as he kissed you deeply. Suddenly, your shy side had disappeared and in its place stood the horndog who had written all those DMs. You gently bit his bottom lip and he wound his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he ground against you. You practically moaned; he was already hard. You reached down, stroking him through his pants. He was just as big as youād imagined.
You pushed him back until he was leaning against the sink and were on your knees in an instant, tugging down his sweatpants. You licked your lips as his dick sprang free.
āLove reading your desperate little messages over and over againā¦ā he sighed, his head dropping back a little as you stroked him slowly.
āMmmā¦ Yeah?ā you smirked, taking the tip between your lips and sucking lightly. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he gripped the counter for support. You could tell he was restraining himself from bucking his hips up into you.
āFuuuuckkk yeaaah,ā he hissed. Slowly, teasingly, you began to descend on him. āGod, I jack off nearly every day to themā¦ Love seeing how needy you are for me.ā
You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head torturously slow. He seemed to understand the game you were playing and was happy to give you more.
āSometimes I go onto your profile and scroll through your selfies and imagine fucking you just like you want me to.ā One of his hands weaved into your hair, but he didnāt apply any pressure just yet. You took all of him in your mouth now, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You came back up slowly, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft.
āFuck,ā he hissed again. You started to bob your head faster now. After a few moments, his restraint wavered and he began to thrust into you. You blinked up at him, eyes full of nothing but pure adoration as he fucked your mouth. āFuck, (Y/N), youāre so fucking good for meā¦ Gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?ā
āMmmhm,ā you hummed and he gasped at the feeling of your throat vibrating. He released another string of curses before you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat. You absolutely savored the moment, taking in every drop you could. You never wanted to forget this feeling; this taste.Ā
You bobbed your head a couple more times before pulling off, causing his legs to tremble. He caught his breath, pulling his pants back up. He looked down at you, knelt on the floor before him, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.Ā
He held out a hand to help you up, which you took. You frowned, unhappy that your encounter was over.
But as if reading your mind, he took your face in his hands. āDonāt look so disappointed. Iām not finished with you yet, love.ā
You had no sense of what time it was when you woke up. Your body was fitted snuggly in his arms, skin against skin.
You felt his heartbeat against your own chest, finding comfort in the steady rhythm, a sharp contrast to the troubling dream that had startled you awake.
You swallowed hard, training your eyes on him.
He looked like nothing short of an angel in the iridescent rays of the moon. They illuminated his gentle face, all the faint freckles that generously dusted his face. You could make out the outline of his soft lips, a perfect shade of pink, that begged to be kissed. And so you did.
You reached out and carefully tucked a stray curl behind his ear and leaned in. Despite the many times it had happened before, your breath seemed to be stolen right from you every time your lips touched his. They were soft and sweet, moulding with yours.
You pulled away, eyes landing back on his form, in utter awe of the notion you call him yours. Your favourite person, whom your heart belonged to enternally.
Incoherent mumbling reached your ears, as he placed small kisses on your shoulder.
Your hand travelled to his back, tracing designs on the tender skin there.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," you whispered, unsure if he was even fully awake. You waited patiently for a response, marvelling on the sensation of his hot breath against your neck.
"It's alright, sweetness."
And after a short pause, "your heart is beating really fast. Bad dream?"
God, how was he so utterly perfect? The attention he paid to every aspect of you made you melt in the most wonderful of ways. You felt so seen.
"Yes, but nothing too bad"
He gave your waist a short squeeze before he lifted his head, locking gazes.
His eyes were hooded with sleep, but they were warm and loving and promised peace.
You allowed yourself to get lost in them, while his hand racked through your tangled hair, fingertips massaging you scalp ever so delicately.
He gave you a comforting smile before prompting you to lay your head on his chest.
As you lay there, head following the rising and falling of his chest, a sweet melody tumbled out of his lips. The words kept tripping over one another, and his voice was raspy from sleep - yet to you, it was the sound of angels.
You felt so safe enveloped in his embrace, gazing in the eyes that felt like home.
a/n: HELLO!!!! it's been a hot minute! life has been lifing pretty hard right now (not even necessary in a bad way just in a "a lot" way) and so i've barely had time to breathe let alone post stuff on tumblr! but alas, winter break is here and i thought why not!!!! hope everyone's doing well & that you're happy with part 3 nonnie, even if it took me a literal eternity!! enjoy :) oh and also merriest of chritsmases to everyone celebrating!!!!
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yourinstagram fries before guys ;)
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sydney_sweeney too cute
yourfan97 oh to be a fry on y/n's place...
yourfan62 timothee chalamet is stronger than me because if y/n were to look at ME this way, i would be a puddle on the floor and in no way or shape capable of taking a picture of any kind of her š
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timmyfan89 timmy really is beyond in love with her it's too cute i literally can't šššš
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yourinstagram thanks tom!!!
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timmyfan73 they are my literal parents i do not care what anyone has to say i am their child and that's that
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yourfan62 they were seen together in LA not too far from timmy's house yesterday šš
timmyfan66 honestly i'd bet my left foot that they're living together i mean she's seen there CONSTANTLY now even when he seems to be out of town
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y/i/n I canāt even belive how lucky i am to even be nominated for a second Oscar. Thank you all so much for supporting me along the way, i love you with all my heart xoxo-y/n <3
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enews Here she comesā¦Miss y/f/n šš»looking amazing as always #Oscars. (š·:Getty)
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house tour
hi lovie!! I was afraid I lost this but i found it at the bottom of my drafts so whew ksjdskĀ but Iāve worked hard on this so I hope yāall like it!! just a fluffy house tour and all cute and nice house stuff which I got too much into the writing/researchĀ
just a lot of fun, house tours, kinda showing off, just tim embracing the fruits of his labour, we know home boy works hard so he deserves a nice space to relax after all that
husband! timothee chalamet x wife!reader
genre(s): fluff, slice of life, domestic
warning(s): none really,Ā sex joke if you squint, G rated nonetheless, tooth sickening fluff
word count: 1.8k words
You open the door early in the morning to welcome the crew in. Architecturalās Digest has always loved your style not only in fashion but also in the rare snippets of the interior design of the places you lived in. Theyāve messaged you for years, always politely declining in name for privacy, but perhaps this time was right.
āAnd Iām Timothee Chalamet. And welcome to our humble home! Come on in, come on in guys.ā
The camera pans through your spacious doorway, adorned in modern yet slightly boho chic fashion in your abode. Elements of you and Timothee were equally sprinkled all over the decor and atmosphere of the house, making it your home, your escape away from the world.
āWeāre away from home a lot due to work, but whenever we are, we make it count.ā You say, looking and showing the crew around as Timmy trails behind you like a wide eyed puppy.
Immediately greeted by the living room, designed intentionally to entertain and welcome. With plush, upholstered couches and loveseats surrounded by minimalist yet artful paintings and sculptures, itās become the ultimate rest and relaxation for you both and guests alike.
Jumping into the couch next to you, circling his arms around you and nuzzling his nose against your neck, which causes you to erupt in giggles.
āAh, it tickles- but we love decompressing and coming home after long days to just really recharge and get some rest. Iāve fallen asleep into deep naps here so many times!ā
Showing records of Kid Cudi to the exquisite library collection you had both assembled together from your own book inventories, it truly was a place that blended you and him.
The camera pans towards your spacious dining room with several chairs around the dining table, before showing the island that encompasses your kitchen, made to entertain and host parties often.
āEver since we got this place, weāve had family and friends come over really often. In fact, my mom loves this place so much sheās usually here at least once a week!ā Timmy chuckles warmly, eyes softening at the mention of his beloved mom, and you canāt help but smile with him.
āTimās become a better cook in the months weāve moved into this place too which is awesome.ā
āI can cook up a nice lasagna too, if you guys are hungry.ā He offers jokingly, much to the amusement of the visitors filming you both.
The next room over is close to the stairs, yet you guide the crew into the room as you rotate the door knob and enter a modern office.
āNow this is my personal space, to answer emails, read scripts, communicate with my team who makes all my work possible.ā Timothee explains as he walks around the spacious room and guides everyone along by his neatly arranged desk and ergonomic gaming chair.
The camera pans over to personalized nick nacks with Timotheeās interests and personality splattered all over, from the signed Kid Cudi posters, his acting awards proudly displayed on a shelf, his Paul Atreides doll and a framed painting he commissioned of you both on the eve of your engagement dinner.
āThis door leads to my wifeās own office. We have our own space to do our work, but sheās just a door step away so I know I can spend time with her between our busy schedules.ā He shares shyly as he swings the white door towards your own little office, smiling fondly at you as you march ahead of him to show your space.
āI really decorated this space to be a space for me, to be able to work on my writing and projects without distraction. I can separate my work life here and then relax and recharge in the other spaces of our home. With filming on sets, Timmy is away for long stretches at a time but sometimes he tags me along and itās really fun!ā You exchange a loving look with your husband, as if blissfully unaware and forgotten the camera and crew were present.
He sneaks a gentle peck on your forehead before taking your hand in his, leading you down the spiraling staircase as the staff follow you love birds into the basement level.
āOk, so this is where the real party starts haha.ā Tim retorts, rubbing the back of his neck with a mischievous grin.
A cozy entertainment space with plush, luxurious cushioned couches and loveseats sprinkled in the open space. He jumps into the massage chair you gifted him shortly after you moved in, an audible smack sound picked up by the microphone hovering over him, as the sound engineer couldnāt help but laugh.
āI said Iāve always felt like an old soul, but guess my wife felt I was an old man too so she got me this massage chair-ā
āHey! You always complained your back hurt and you wouldnāt stretch especially after long hours on planes, so I got you this as a surprise when you got back from press tour.ā You correct him teasingly, snickering as you cross your arms as you watch him unfold and relax on that machination that cost thousands of dollars but was worth every cent seeing him relaxed.
āThis thing has been a huge help after long days at work. Sheās the best thing to come home to and Iām so thankful for her.ā He looks into the camera, shaking his head with a smile so wide it could blind you. Ā
āAnd you are the best thing to come into my life, mon cher.ā You canāt help but tear up, as the crew swoon and squeal over your cuteness, but you pull him up from the massage chair, wanting to wipe away that giant pout on his face as you walk over to the movie room.
An in-house movie theatre with a magnanimous projected flat screen that reached ceiling to floor took over the room as you opened the sound proof door, presented with leather movie house chairs with inclines, massage options built in, and own cup holders not only for you both but for guests youād invite over.
āIām in love with film, and love watching things over and over again at the comfort of my own home, but Timmy is so patient to accompany me here sometimes.ā
āWe host our own movie parties here too, whether it be mini premieres or replays of classics on top of a themed birthday party.ā
Back to the open space was a dance floor with a sparkling mirror ball, light up dance floors, a dj booth and stereo speaker system, and an island booth and bar with sleek high chairs. Ā Ā
āThe party continues after watching the movies/tv shows or we have chill jazz nights here like last week.ā Timmy explains as he shows the space around.
āLetās head back upstairs to see our guest rooms and the master bedrooms as well.ā You tilt your head back upstairs before everyone follows behind you.
A quick few cuts shows in the camera of the minimalist, sparsely decorated guest bedroom with a brand new full sized mattress, light grey goose down comforters and thick memory foam pillows.
āSometimes my sister Pauline sleeps over, or my parents come over even if they donāt live that far off either.ā He comments fondly at the mention of his family.
āNow letās see the master bedroom, saving best for last hey?ā You donāt miss Timotheeās rather suggestive look hidden from the camera that you canāt help but giggle and roll your eyes at. You made sure any sex toys and anything insinuating non-PG, 18+ content would be hidden from prying eyes in your storage room.
The master bedroom you shared with your husband was a perfect combination of you and him, your interests and personalities blending into one from the furniture, colour scheme and aesthetic picked out. A California king sized bed was surrounded with a dresser on either side, lamps chosen tastefully.
āOne thing weāre most proud of, before we show you the balcony and open space patio we have are our walk-in closets.ā
āI know thereās a dividing sliding door between our closets, but you always sneak in and wear my clothes too.ā
āYou borrow my stuff too, you always say you have an extended wardrobe.ā
An ornate, almost baroque aesthetic of cream and beige surrounds your well lit walk in closets, maintained with dehumidifiers and separate temperature controls for the vintage, collectors items that can cost over a thousand dollars easily, before a separate corner for your more day-to-day, common clothes.
Your jewelry, accessories and shoes lined up in neatly arranged shelves sparkle under the chandelier you handpicked, mix of costume jewelry with the custom pieces Timmy gets you for birthdays, anniversaries or even just-so gifts (which you scold him when he spends on rather expensive things without consulting you even if his next movie salary dwarfs that easily), but youāve arranged it in a way that you donāt show everything in your house to gather suspicion or interest from robbers.
Past the divider was Timotheeās side of his walk in closet, the basic design of the space identical to yours yet his clothes were so distinctly him that you couldnāt blame yourself from borrowing his pieces almost as a silent declaration that you were his and he was yours to the world. It was like shouting from the roof top when you would smell his cologne on the shirts and hoodies youād wear from his closet.
Familiar pieces such as his Heaven shirt, his Glossier hoodie, his thrifted sweater, his signature Haider custom pieces in well-preserved stands that kept them wrinkle free.
Your bedroom on the other side opens up to a picturesque open balcony that presented amazing views of Manhattan, the city that you loved so much.
Finally, you finished your house tour with the open space in the green grass of your balcony, with oak trees full of leaves falling as they turned orange and red, hints of autumn seeping through.
āItās so cozy and warm here, its spacious enough in the city that you can get away and block away any noises from the traffic outside.ā
āWould you guys be open to getting a pet here maybe?ā The AD producer asks curiously, admiring the view in front of him.
āWho knows? Weāre conflicted on whether to get a dog or a cat. Timās more eager to get a dog while I was more of a cat person.ā You reply.
āWeād probably get both but who comes first is a sensitive topic!ā He exclaims excitedly, hands swinging around in passion and you couldnāt be more in love with your dorky, artsy, passionate and intelligent husband.
