Info - discouraged reader, artist reader
I threw down my pencil, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Timothée immediately was behind me and massaging my shoulders.
"Words baby, tell me what you feel. Keeping it bottled up won't help," he said and kissed my shoulder.
"I should just give up. People don't care and my art isn't very good anyway," I sniffed.
"Are you kidding me? You're a gem waiting to be discovered, your art is so classically good. Your followers think so too. They love what you make and so do I," he said gently.
"I don't know," I said, mopping at my eyes.
"Ugh, okay, I was saving this for your birthday but I think you need it now," he sighed.
"What?"
"Come with me," he said, guiding me to our room. He took me to our walk in closet. He moved some storage items. He revealed one of my paintings, blown up, and framed. I was in awe.
"It's my favorite one, I wanted to hang it over our bed," he smiled. I slammed into him, hugging him hard and kissing all over his face.
"I love you, thank you," I blessed him.
"I'm your biggest fan," he giggled.
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SFW Timothee Chalamet Fanfiction P2
FanfictionFanfiction that is fluff, angst, etc but no sex. You can read this with no worry of being scandalized. lots of cute moments. All between Timmy and the Reader.
