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Glancing at him, you couldn’t help but feel your entire body shaking. You had done press tours before, but they were never like what you’d experience at The Tonight Show.

Humming you nodded your head.

“Don’t worry,” Timothee spoke, placing a comforting hand on your thigh. “I’ll be right there with you, nothing to be nervous about.” He sent you his infamous smile.

Fireworks erupted and exploded around your stomach, as you took in his features.

“Thank you.” 

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“Tonight, we have two very special guests..” Jimmy’s voice echoed through the studio.

“You ready?” Timothee questioned reaching for your hand giving it a light squeeze.

Sighing you gave him a half-smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Let’s welcome Timothee Chalamet and Y/N Y/L/N!” Jimmy exclaimed filled with excitement. 

Taking in a sharp breath, you followed Timothee onto the floor.

“Hello and Thank you for being here tonight.” Jimmy greeted. 

Timothee had taken the chair farthest away from Jimmy causing you to sit directly next to the desk.

“Thank you for having us.” You and Timothee spoke in unison. Whipping your head in his direction you couldn’t stop the chuckles that fell past your lips as you grinned at him.

“Well, it looks like you two are in sync.” Jimmy chuckled.

His words caused the fireworks to return, as you dropped your gaze to your shoes.

You had decided on a simple yet plain outfit. A Black strapped dress that hugged your body while, you had decided to wear your Black sparkly Louis Vuitton's for the first time, as your hair was pinned up.

As Timothee answered another question, you gazed around the studio. Most of the audience was in their mid to late twenties with the exception of a few. They all seemed engrossed in whatever anyone had to say. 

“So, Y/N.” Jimmy’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Yes, Jimmy?” You questioned shyly.

“Is there a lucky man in your life?” 

It was a question you had avoided during press tours. You wanted to keep your personal life as secret for as long as you could. Letting out a shaky breath, you remembered what you and Timothee spoke about.

“Uh...Well, Jimmy. That’s a very good question....” Your voice trailed off, curling your middle finger over your index finger, you lifted your hand slightly allowing Timothee to glance at it.

“How about the Mets?” Timothee quickly questioned, turning the attention on him.

Lifting one of the corners of your mouth you sent him a closed-lip smile, as a silent thank you. 

“See, it wasn’t too bad,” Timothee spoke, as he ran his fingers along the inside of your palm. Together you swayed along with the subway car. Letting out a yawn, your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. 

Humming in response, you rested your head on Timothee’s shoulder before closing your eyes. 

A fan that was sitting across from you, took their phone out and snapped a picture of you sleeping on Timothee’s shoulder. It didn’t take long before the picture blew up on the internet.

“You know, I could always help you answer the relationship question,” Timothee spoke, his voice wavering slightly.

“Oh, yeah?” You questioned sitting up as your stop approached. “How do you figure?”

“Well, I was thinking-”

Before he could respond, the doors opened as the intercoms began speaking. Letting out a sigh, you exited the car. Linking his hand with yours, he led you through the crowd of people.

“Want to stay over?” He questioned once you had made it onto the sidewalk.

“Please.” You spoke with a yawn. “I don’t think I’d be able to make it back home.” 

Grinning, he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you snug against him. Wrapping your arm around his upper hips, you walked side by side down the streets of New York.

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“Wait!” He yelled from behind you wrapping his hand gently around your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

“What?” You questioned in a weak voice.

“What...What were you thinking about...of our..” His voice trailed off before letting out a disappointed sigh. “Friendship.”

In that moment, it was unknown whether it was the years of built-up tension or the way the city lights gleamed in his eyes, you moved to press yourself against him anchoring your hands in his curls. Nudging his nose with yours, fireworks erupted in your stomach. Placing your lips gently over his, you kissed him. The kiss was short as you bolted away from him, gazing at him apologetically. “I’m...I’m so sorry.” You sputtered out before turning to face the street, about to hail a taxi.

A firm hand grasped your wrist, spinning you to face the person. Your gaze was captured by Timothee’s. As you were about to spew a string of excuses, his large hands cradled the back of your head, as he angled it upward allowing him to place his lips upon yours.

Closing your eyes, you were overcome by the moment. Placing your hands on his waist, you pulled him snug against you. His hands slipping down to your hips, as yours glided up into their previous place in his curls. Biting your bottom lip, a gasp fell from your lips as you were taken by surprise.

Taking the opportunity, his tongue slipped into your mouth, tracing along your teeth before sliding against yours. A moan escaped his lips at the contact of your tongue against his. Hearing Timothee’s sensual moan, you pressed yourself impossibly closer to him. His hand sliding down your backside giving you a gentle squeeze. 

The unfamiliar touch caused another gasp to slip past your lips. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, as you exchanged breathes of pants. A car horn caused you both to jump. Pulling you back to reality, you realized you and Timothee had just made out on the streets of New York, where prying eyes could see.

Just as you were about to speak, something wet and cold came in contact with your cheek. Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, you gazed at Timothee who mirrored your expression. Wiping away the substance, it didn’t take long before rain was falling from the sky.

Giggling, you grasped Timothee’s hand before you both bolted down the street in a hurry to make it to his apartment. 

Making your way into his apartment, you quickly toed off your shoes. 

“Come on, let’s get out of these soaked clothes.” Timothee grinned, as he laced his hand with yours leading you to his bedroom.

Releasing your hand, he glided around his room pulling clothes from his dresser. Grinning, he handed you a pile of his clothes. Returning his grin, you turned on your heel making your way towards the bathroom.

Closing the door, you leaned against it letting your head silently fall against it as a grin returned to your lips. Fireworks erupted in your stomach causing a fluttering feeling. 

Changing into the clothes Timothee handed you, his aroma filled your nose as you were overwhelmed by the feeling of comfort. Venturing back to his bedroom, you saw he was already in bed beneath the blankets awaiting your return. Smiling, you placed your clothes on the ground before sliding beneath the blankets. Opening his arms, you crawled over to him placing your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him. Doing the same to you, your ears were filled with the melody of his beating heart. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on your hair. In mere seconds, you were overwhelmed with sleep as your eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each breath. The sound of his heart lulling you to sleep.

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Standing behind the wall, you stood beside Timothee as your hands were linked. Giving you a reassuring squeeze you awaited the cue from James. Bringing your gaze towards Timothee, you were surprised to see his gaze was already on you. “I’d like to welcome Timothee and Y/N!” The audience clapped as they welcomed you to the show.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you let go of Timothee’s hand frowning slightly in the process, as you followed him out. Both of you waving at the crowd and smiling, as you made your way to your respective seats.

“Thank you both for being here,” James spoke shaking both of your hands. “Thanks for having us.” Both you and Timothee spoke at the same time. Grinning at each other, you giggled.

As the interview went on, you were able to relax as Timothee answered the harder more prying questions allowing you to keep calm.

“One of our viewers sent this in,” James spoke, reaching for an object. Placing a photo on the desk, the crowd erupted in “Ooh’s.”

Gazing at the photo, you realized it was the other night when you and Timothee had just done the Tonight Show.

Opening and closing your mouth, you were at a loss for words.

“So,” James spoke. “Are you two dating?” He questioned smirking as he placed his chin in his palm wiggling his eyebrows at you and Timothee expectantly.

Exchanging a look, you lifted your curled middle finger over your index finger, as Timothee did the same.

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“The one with curly hair!” Gen spoke filled with excitement.

“You mean Timothee?”

“Yes!” Jessica exclaimed clapping her hands.

“I’ll call him, but that doesn’t mean he’ll come over, okay? He’s a very busy person.”

“Yay!”

Ring. 

Ring.

“Hello?” Timothee’s groggy voice answered.

“Hey.” You greeted, your voice coming out soft. “The girls were wondering if you could come over.” Hesitation was evident in your voice.

“They do?” His voice coming out in disbelief.

You hummed. “Of course-”

“Timothee!” They exclaimed making grabby hands at you, wanting your phone.

Letting out a sigh in defeat, you lowered the phone to their level before watching them run away.

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help the smirk that made its way to your lips. Turning around you began making breakfast. Neither girl was seen again until you called them to eat.

Placing their plates on the breakfast nook, you helped them get into their respective seats. Moving about the kitchen you began to clean up. 

It didn’t take much longer before your front doorway opening revealing a sweatpant clad Timothee.

“Hey?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey, sorry, the girls were adamant they wanted me to come...I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” You felt heat dance along your cheeks. 

Making his way beside you, he nudged your shoulder playfully with his.

“It’s the first day off I’ve had in a long time.” He spoke gazing softly at you.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you began biting it as you gazed at Timothee’s features. His close proximity causing fireworks to erupt and twist in your stomach.

As you stood at the counter, his arm brushed against yours. His hand placed next to yours occasionally brushing against it.

“I can stay here with the girls if you wanted to go do something.” He spoke gazing at your lips.

“Are you sure?” 

He hummed in response.

Removing yourself from him, you moved to grab your purse and keys.

“I’ll be back.” You spoke to no one in particular.

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Coming back to your apartment, bags filled with groceries clinging to your arms. Making your way into the kitchen, there was barely any noise. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you quickly put the items away.

“Gen? Jessica?” You questioned checking their rooms, only to find them empty. “Timothee?” 

Returning to the living room, your jaw fell slack. Gazing at Timothee, he stood on your couch with Gen in one arm while Jessica was in the other. Both girls clinging onto him for dear life.

“Uh? What’s going on?”

“The floors are lava!” The three of them exclaimed in unison.

Before you knew it, you burst out laughing. Tears quickly began forming in your eyes as you roared with laughter.

Wiping the tears from your cheeks, you shook your head. “I’m going to make dinner.”

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“Thanks for spending all day with us.” You spoke, placing your drink on the table. Your fireplace roaring with warmth.

“Of course, I couldn’t resist spending time with my favorite people,” Timothee spoke, turning to face you.

Grinning, you placed your elbow on the back of the couch mirroring his position.

“The girls love you.” 

Timothee smiled. “I love them.” 

A comfortable silence fell between you as you gazed at each other. His ice-blue eyes capturing your attention.

Leaning forward you placed your lips on his. It was a chaste kiss that was over much sooner than you would have liked. Pulling back, your eyes widened as you realized what you had done.

“I’m-”

Placing his hands on your jaw, he gently pulled you forward before connecting your lips. The kiss was slow and passionate. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, as you panted slightly. Your hands landed on his waist. Placing your lips back on his, you sucked his bottom lip earning a groan from him.

Biting your lip, he asked for entrance. Opening your mouth, you allowed his tongue to lap along yours as he explored the entirety of your mouth. A content sigh escaped your lips. 

His chest became crushed against yours, as he hinted for you to lay against the couch. Disconnecting his lips from yours, he latched onto your neck causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. A moan escaping your lips, as your nails found his back, gently digging in. 

In the process, you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him flush against you. Reaching your collar bone, his hands rested on the exposed skin of your hips. A throaty groan escaped his lips as you ground your hips against his.

“Mommy?” Gen questioned as tiny footsteps echoed off the living room walls. 

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