multifandom oneshots

-dancing in the dark-

timothee chalamet x fem!reader
warnings: none just fluff
word count: 0.5k

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Music played quietly somewhere in the distance as Y/N unlocked the door to their apartment. The setting sun filled the room with a golden glow. Setting her keys and purse on the entry table, she felt the stress of the day melt off her shoulders. The apartment smelled faintly of vanilla, Timothée's cologne, and whatever he was currently cooking, it smelled like home. Timothée's head popped out from the kitchen, a smile spreading across his face as he spotted his girlfriend.

"Mon amour! You're home," Timothée said, stepping out from the kitchen and walking over to her. She wrapped her arms around his torso as soon as he got close enough. He immediately wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his chin finding it's spot on the top of her head. "How was work today?" he mumbled.

"Long and tiring, but I'm happy to be home with you now," she said, her voice muffled by his shirt, as he rubbed her back. She sighed happily, a small smile landing on her face. "How 'bout you? How was your day?"

"Nothing special. I just went over my lines for the audition tomorrow. I started dinner too," he said, grabbing her hand and leading her to the kitchen.

"Mmm what'd you make?" she inquired, looking at the oven.

"That, mon amour, is for me to know and you to find out," he quipped. Timmy lifted her hand and twirled her before pulling her into his arms and pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"And when will I find out?" She said, giggling before kissing him again.

"Maybe thirty minutes? Might be a little longer," he answered, before making her twirl again. The slightly open kitchen window allowed for a slight breeze to make its way into the couple's apartment. The setting sun was just barely visible , just before it disappeared from the sky for the night. The music, louder than before but still quiet, played on a speaker set on the counter. It was playing La Vie en Rose by Louis Armstrong, their song. "May I have this dance, mon amour?" He asked, bowing jokingly.

"Why certainly, bubbas,"she accepted, curtseying dramatically. Timmy pulled Y/N in for the dance, one hand resting on her hip while the other still held her hand. She placed her free hand on his shoulder. Timmy started to move them expertly through the kitchen.

He twirled her and dipped her, the whole nine yards. At some points they were laughing so hard, Timothée and Y/N almost fell over. After dancing for a few songs, their laughs had died down. Y/N had looped her arms around his neck and Timmy wrapped his around her torso. By now, the sun was long gone, slipping away to make room for the soft moonlight.

"Bub," Y/N started.

"Hmm?"

"We never turned the lights on."

"Oh, huh, I guess we didn't," he said, smiling softly down at his girlfriend. "Je t'aime, mon amour." He kissed her forehead softly.

"I love you more, my love," she replied, resting her head on his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss against his neck. Though it was a small kiss, Timmy could feel the amount of love she had for him.

The two continued to sway to the soft love songs as the night went on, the dinner in the oven eventually forgotten about. If someone were to peer in on the couple, there would be no doubts that they were deeply in love with each other.