Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Timothée's pov
It was the fourth time y/n left her bags on top of my desk. "Y/n! My goodness! Move your bags from here! " I shouted. she arrived with open arms and a look as if to say 'what the fuck do you want' "Don't look at me like that y/n. take your damn bags off my desk, I have to study a new script " "Sometimes you could do something too." "what?" "forget it." "Fuck off" "sorry, what?" she said turning to me I took a big sigh.
"Oh tais-toi et va-t'en" (oh, shut up and go away)
"Timothée?"
"Va te faire foutre, tu m'as fatigué putain." (fuck you, you fucking tired me out)
"You know I don't speak French! so speak in a language that I can fucking understand! Jesus Christ!"
"non, je n'arrêterai pas de parler en français parce que comme ça tu ne comprendras pas si je t'insulte. J'aurais pu le faire d'autres fois avant" (no, I won't stop speaking in French because is a language you don't understand if I insult you. I could have done it other times before)
I heard heavy breathing behind me. I turned and found her crying.
god, no...
"Y/n..." "Fuck you Timothée, you're the worst guy I could deserve!" she said coming out of my room, slamming the door.
what she said had made me feel really bad.
""Oh yeah? So you know what? JE TE VA FAIRE!" (Oh yeah? So you know what? FUCK YOU!)
I was angry, really, really angry.
*hours later...*
I had just finished studying part of my new script. I turned on my phone to see the time 23:45
fuck...
it was really very late. I turned to see my... ehm...our... bed. it was empty. she had not come to sleep in the room.
I put my hands in my hair, thinking about what to do, but the only thought I had was the fact that I made her cry and insulted her in French...
the language of love.
I decided to go down to the living room to see how y/n was. I went down the stairs slowly, so as not to make any noise. the tv was off.
her body was lying on the sofa, but she wasn't sleeping. "go away. I'll sleep on the sofa" she said and then got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen. I followed her. she made herself a hot tea and I stood looking at her from the door jamb.
"Good heavens, what the fuck do you want Timothée?! Go to sleep! It's late!" I understood that she was stressed, angry and on the edge. I didn't answer and went back to our room to get ready to sleep.
as if that were not enough it began to rain.
I couldn't fall asleep, so I took my phone and went through all the photos I had with her, the 'stolen' photos and the ones she sent me.
I felt like shit. fuck, I missed having her with me under the covers to cuddle me because I'm afraid of thunderstorms, because she loves me.
I turned off the phone to stop thinking.
I kept tossing and turning on the bed.
I don't give a damn, I'm going to her.
I took off the covers and went down the stairs again.
I found her leaning against the kitchen counter, with red eyes and many used handkerchiefs at her feet. she hadn't noticed me.
I walked up to her and hugged her by putting my face on the hollow of her neck. I squeezed her tight, trying not to let her go for the world. she didn't dodge.
"I can not sleep without you." I said starting to kiss her neck "What did you tell me before" she said pushing me back. "What?" "Tell me what you said earlier in French" "Y/n..." "No, no 'y/n', no 'baby', no 'my love', tell me the truth" "I said I insulted you in French because you couldn't understand me..." "What insults did you say to me?" "Y/n ..." "Just tell me Timothée, I'm sleepy, I'm tired and I don't have the slightest desire to talk to you. Just tell me. "
tears began to fall from my eyes
"That you had me fucking tired" "Well, tomorrow I'll go back to my house." "Y/n..." "I'm fucking tired too" "Those words mean nothing! I was mad about those 4 fucking bags on my desk. I am a stupid because I know that you have little time to rest and take time for yourself, I could easily shut up. But now please, I need you in my arms next to me in bed."
there was a silence of pure pain between us.
we had hurt each other. but we both knew that I was her medicine and she was mine.
"Come and sleep with me, please. I can't sleep without you, I can't sleep in the middle of a fight. " "me neither" "Were you awake because of me? I'm sorry, love"
"I'm sorry too, timmy" "No, it's all my fault. I don't deserve you, like you said before." I leaned on the other counter in our kitchen, facing her, still leaning. "Timothée, I also said those words without thinking ... I felt so stupid after saying them, you are such a sweet and kind soul to me." "I'm a disaster" I said, sniffling
she kept her gaze down. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to feel her body on mine. I walked over and hugged her again, as before. holding her tight, hoping this time she won't push me away. I put my head on the hollow of her neck.
I felt her arms wrap around my neck. I looked up and we looked into each other's eyes.
"Am i allowed to kiss you?" I asked. I wanted to do it without asking, but right now I didn't want to ruin the 'half peace' we had made. she nodded slightly. so I went to her face until our noses brushed. I looked at her again to get yet another confirmation. Her eyes told me yes. I kissed her lips softly and delicately.
"I love you y/n. please forgive me " "I love you too timmy and I forgive you"
—————————————————————————— Hi y'all!!! second update today!!😃 on Saturday I should be able to update twice. First time in here I write in French! 🇫🇷 I am currently studying it so excuse me if the spelling is wrong. obviously at school they don't make us learn 'bad words' and insults. I searched for them and then formulated the sentence. I remind you that English is not my first language, I am still studying it, so I ask you to be kind. But if there are errors, write them in the comments.
I accept requests, write me in private or write them in the comments.
If you want you can also follow me on other social networks: instagram: @/chlametc tiktok: @/tomsupremacyyy tiktok2: @/chlametc
