By : baroquebucky | Tumblr
request: Hi. Can you write something about being in the movie with Timmy and he made an agreement with managers about being in relationship with you to increase the popularity of the movie. And you start dating but you dont know about agreement. And then you get to know the truth and you are heartbroken. Timothee is heartbroken too because he really falls for you. With happy ending
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You arrived on set for the last time, smiling at everyone as you entered the trailer for your makeup and talked to your stylist as usual, filled with giddy and sadness as the production wrapped up. You weren't sure what you more more upset about, the finishing of a movie with a cast you so deeply loved, or the fact that you wouldn't see a specific curly headed french boy everyday.
The thought of drifting apart from timothée lingered in your mind as you filmed the final shots for the movie. Over the course of several months you had developed a crush on him, I mean who wouldn't? He was damn near perfect. He was sweet to everyone on set which was more than you can say for other actors you've worked with, he was funny and down to earth, he loved almost all the music you did, and he was so articulate.
As you snapped out of your thoughts you heard the director call for a quick break, you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut and taking a breath before going to get a bottle of water.
"are you excited that it's almost over?" Timothée asked you. Looking over at him you shot him a smile, "bittersweet" you replied, leaning on the table and looking at the whole set, everyone was running around getting things done, fixing things or trying to make sure nothing messed up. "I hope you don't forget me when you win an Oscar or something" timmy laughed and you rolled your eyes, "please if it's gonna be one of us it's gonna be you" you replied, hearing the director calling everyone back to set. "I'll catch you later yeah?" You spoke, waving at te boy, he smiled back at you nodding.
Timothée smiled as he saw the way you greeted everyone around you, despite being an award winning actress you were always so down to earth and humble. "Timothée we need to speak to you" his agent spoke up next to him, motioning for him to go to his trailer so they could speak.
As he entered the trailer he saw another man sitting down, papers by his side. "What's all this?" The boy asked, confused and looking at the two men in the trailer with him. "Timothée this is Robert" his agent spoke up. "We want you to date y/n for publicity" Robert said, handing timothée the papers. He was shocked, sort of offended too.
"I'm sorry what? No!" He scoffed, pushing the papers back to the man, not even wanting to read them. His agent spoke up, "listen man, it's gonna be good PR for the both of you, the movie will get more recognition. It's a win win for everyone" he pointed out and timothée thought about it for a second. He didn't like you like that, right? I mean sure he thought you were pretty but you didn't even know each other. He knew your favorite colors and things like that, he didn't really know you like that.
"What did she say?" Timothée asked, looking at the man across from him. "We didn't tell her, we knew she would reject it and we all know when she's firm about something there's no swaying her" the man spoke and timothée smiled a little, you were very hard headed.
"Timothée think about it, it benefits everyone" his agent pushed, and he shook his head. "I- I don't know I have to think about it" he furrowed his brows and his agent nodded, the two men leaving, leaving him and the papers alone in his trailer.
Timothée had read over the papers, he couldn't tell anyone that it was fake, not even his mom. He groaned and ran his hand through his hair. It would only be six months before the release of the movie, he could get to know you by then.
He was in his trailer for hours contemplating every possible pro and con, the sun had already set and he could hear the set winding down. "Fuck it," he sighed. Before he could change his mind he signed the agreement, shutting the small Manila folder and walking out of his trailer to hand his agent the papers.
"hey timmy t" you smiled, falling into step with him, he almost choked on his spit, quickly hiding the papers from your view. "hey y/n" he replied, eyes searching for his agent. "what's that?" You asked, looking at the papers he was poorly concealing. "Nothing, i have to give it to my agent, have you seen them?" You nodded pointing to your right and he thanked you quickly, speeding off before stopping after a couple seconds.
"what time are you done filming today?" He turned on his heels and your heart rate sped up. "What time is it?" You asked. "8:53" he spoke and you smiled, "9:25 ish?" You smiled, he nodded. "Wanna go get some food after?" He smiled sheepishly, you felt yourself flush, nodding slightly before speaking up, "yeah! That sounds great" you replied, he smiled at you and nodded, walking away. You bit your lip, smiling at the ground and holding back a squeal.
As you finished filming you quickly went to trailer, packing up a couple of your things and changing for your dinner with timmy.
Dinner was amazing, the two of you laughing the whole tome and getting to know each other better, you were confused as to why all of sudden he was making a move but you brushed it off, not wanting to ruin something you've always wanted.
After that night the two of you went out a lot more over the course of several months, going on small little dates, picnics, watching movies, going to game nights together, sending each other memes, the two of you even went roller blading one time. It was going so well, you noticed the way he would text you more often and the way the two of you hung out a lot more. So did the media.
You're doing great with y/n, wish the holidays coming up maybe introduce her to your family, post about it and such.
Timothée stared at the message, his heart sinking. He locked his phone and smiled back at you, putting his phone in his pocket and joining you on your couch. "thanksgiving is coming around" he spoke up and you looked away from the TV screen. "uh huh" you replied, heart racing as you realized what he wanted. "I think we're doing great you know and- well I want you to meet my family" he spoke quickly, nervous as to what you would say.
"as what?" you frowned, slightly hurt that the boy had never asked you to be his girlfriend despite acting like a couple. Timothée smiled at you, leaning in to kiss your nose.
"As my girlfriend?" He blushed, a smile breaking into you face as you squealed and jumped on him, kissing all over his face. He laughed and caught your lips in his, smiling into the kiss. He pulled away for a second, "so is that a 'yes I'll be your girlfriend and meet your family' or" you smiled at him, "it is" you replied, kissing him once more.
By the time the holidays came every magazine, talk show and social media had been posting your relationship, "co stars turned lovers" was their favorite phrase for the two of you. You didn't care though, both you and timmy were falling deeper and deeper everyday, you were overjoyed, he was scared. The six months began next week. Six months suddenly seemed much too short.
So many dates, so many little gifts, so many funny messages, so many memories and so much love.
Anytime you saw him you got butterflies, a blush would rise on your cheeks when he checked you out or complimented you, usually in that order. Anytime he saw you and you would stare at him in awe he would blush, getting nervous as you hyped him up. Anytime the two of you were together both of your stories had at least on picture of the other with a teasing caption. It was all so real. Until timothée realized it wasn't. Right?
"Angel, do you wanna get pizza tonight?" Timothée asked you, looking up at you as you played with his hair. You thought about it for a second, nodding your head and a smile broke onto his face. "okay, can you order it? I really have to pee all of a sudden" he laughed, getting up from his position on the couch and heading to the restroom.
Your phone was still in your room so you decided to grab timothées, waking the screen up, a small smile on your face as you see a picture of the two of you laughing with the sunset behind you, both of you in sweats. You remembered that you had told him you wanted to take pictures during sunset, and so that same day he had dragged you out of your apartment and suprised you with a picnic date, making some random lady take pictures of the two of you during sunset.
You were brought out of your thoughts as the phone vibrated in your hands
Only two more weeks with y/n and you're free from the agreement. Thank you for doing this, the movie is doing great and getting great reviews already. Told you this would work out! Have faith next time.
Your heart dropped, agreement? What agreement? Before you could stop yourself you unlocked the phone, clicking on the conversation and seeing all the messages between timothée and the unregistered number.
Thank you for agreeing to this, by faking a relationship this will 100% get the movie amazinf publicity.
Take her out to dinner, I can send you an address for a nice place, we will pay for it.
When do I have to ask her out?
Whenever you'd like, it has to be before the six months start.
There's a nice roller skating arena, it's open tomorrow take her, we will make sure there's cameras there after a couple hours.
Make her meet your family.
I don't see her like that, why would she have to meet my family?
Every real relationship has that, make it feel real.
Your eyes watered as you continued to read through the conversation. So it wasn't real? None of it?
You felt your chest tighten and your breathing grew shallow. Your heart physically hurt, you wanted to break down, cry, scream, punch him. You heard the sink water start in the restroom. Before he came out you rushed to the room, getting your phone, and rushing out of the apartment, turning into an alley before you broke down into silent sobs.
"mon amour where'd you go?" Timothée asked, a smile on his face, excited to spend the nights cuddling with you. "y/n quit playing cmon i miss you" he pouted, checking every room. He furrowed his brows and went to check his phone. It was unlocked. And opened was the conversation with Robert and him. His heart fell. He wanted to break his phone, throw it across the room. He wanted to punch Robert in the face, fight his agent for talking him into this.
Most of all he wanted you. He wanted you when you just woke up and were angry because you had fallen asleep late last night despite knowing you had to get up early. He wanted you when you accident burned food trying to make fancy dinners. He wanted you when you were all glammed up and ready to attend an event. He wanted you when it was just the two of you on a rainy day, cuddling in bed and sharing stories. God, he wanted you. He loved you.
You called an Uber, quickly climbing in and heading straight to your apartment. When you got home you quickly locked the door, turning on the shower and letting the hot water run. You grabbed an over sized shirt you had bought a couple years back and some shorts and fuzzy socks. Without thinking you undressed and got into the shower, letting the hot water burn you for a second before adjusting the temperature. You stood there for a minute before sobs racked your body once again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Timothée groaned, pacing in his living room, looking at the spot where you once were. What the hell was he gonna do now? Sure it started out as nothing but he loved you now, he couldn't live without you. But there was no way you were going to believe that. How can he prove it to you? He stopped mid-step, rummaging through his closet until he found the small box.
You stepped out of the shower, steam floating about in your restroom as you changed, you let out a shaky breath, you can get through this.
You had so much of timothées things in your room, you decided to curl up on your couch, mindlessly flipping through channels before stopping on National Geographic, half paying attention to the cheetah hunting a gazelle. Your mind wandered to timothée, was he relieved you were gone? Did he ever mean anything he said?
New hot tears streamed down your face, letting out a quiet sob. You didn't care about your neighbors hearing you anymore, letting out sob and after sob, trying to catch your breath. A knock on your door made you get quiet. Quickly you grabbed a tissue from besides you and blew your nose, rushing to the kitchen to splash water on your flushed face. Before opening the door you looked in the mirror, your eyes were puffy and red, your nose was tinted red and your cheeks were a light pink. Your hair was frizzy, you didn't bother putting it up.
You opened the door, not wanting to see anyone, however you put on a smile. It quickly fell when you saw a certain curly headed french boy. You went to slam the door it he was quicker, stopping it before it closed, easily over powering you and opening it wider.
"Leave. Now" you spoke firmly, your voice cold and stern. His heart broke at the sight of you, you couldn't even look at him. "ma cherie please let me explain" he spoke, wanting nothing more then to pick you up and carry you to bed, kissing all your problems away. "Don't you fucking dare call me that Timothée." You snapped.
Timothée.
His heart fell once again, no pet name. Of course not, he would be furious too.
"y/n please, let me explain please." He begged, bottom lip quivering, you could tell he wanted to cry. All it took was one look into his eyes, god. You fell in love with his eyes the moment you saw them. They made your knees weak and made you smile like nothing else. You let out a sigh, taking your hand off the door and walking into the living room. Timmy smiled slightly, following you in.
"You have 10 minutes" you spoke, sitting down. Timothée nodded, sitting next to you, keeping some distance for your comfort.
"I know you think that this was all fake but i swear to you on my mom that it wasn't. Yes it was an agreement but that was before i knew you. Before i actually knew you. Do you remember that day on set, the last day of filming and i walked with you and asked you to dinner?" He looked at you and you nodded.
"The paper in my hands, that was the agreement, they told me about it only a couple hours before and my agent kept talking me into it, saying it would help both of us and that it would help the movie and I thought it wouldn't be that bad you know?" He paused looking at you.
"faking a relationship with someone 'wouldn't be that bad?' Are you serious?" You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. He sighed before continuing.
"After i took you to dinner i texted my agent, i told him i wanted out of the contract, i felt bad, but he wouldn't let me, Robert- the guy i gave the contract to- would ruin my career and yours too. So of course i kept going, i wasn't gonna let you fall for something I did. I felt bad, i thought 'whatever it's only six months' but then we got closer and i spent so much time with you and i fell for you, so fucking hard. God y/n i fell in love with you. I'm still in love with you." He smiled, he wanted to hold your hands, but he stopped himself.
"I remember exactly the moment when I realized I was in love with you. We were at the park, it was a Friday and there were so many dogs, and everytime one passed us you would catch up to their owner to ask to pet them, we were there for hours because of you, and i realized that I didn't want to be anywhere else but with you." His eyes watered, looking at you, a year left your eye and you quickly wiped it away.
"Y/n please, you have to believe me, fuck the contract, fuck Robert. I love you. I love you so much and i hate myself for even doing this and for putting you through this, please, one more chance and I swear to you i won't fuck it up" he pleaded, scooting closer to you and taking one of your hands in both of his.
"how do i know you aren't doing this because robert said you had to?" You whispered, looking into his eyes and looking all over his face to try read his emotions, you could tell he was being sincere.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. "You always talked about this ring you loved, how it meant so much to you for no reason. You told me that at 3:27 am, you were so woozy from not having slept at all because you wanted to see how long you could last without sleep. You told me you would only sleep if i sang you a lullaby and so when i started singing Mary had a little lamb you stopped me, and told me the only song 'available' was statistics. And so you made me sing statistics to you four times before you passed out." He smiled at you, you couldn't stop the smile that broke onto your face, he was so embarrassed that night but you knew he would do anything to make you sleep.
"After you fell asleep i ordered you the ring, I hid it in my closet because i knew you would get so mad at me if you found out i bought it for you." He smiled sheepishly and you laughed, nodding your head, sniffling a little. "I'm giving it to you now as a promise, I promise you that i love you. All of those little moments, the stolen kisses, the messy sheets, the intense aracde rivalry we have- everything, they mean so much to me. You mean everything to me. It was real for me, it was so real and i can't lose you, not now, not ever." He finished, looking at you to try and read your emotions, he was scared shitless, his hands shaking, still holding your one hand tightly.
You pulled your hand out of his, wiping your face before you looked at him. "I love you too timmy" you spoke softly, he let out a small sigh of relief. "you have to understand that I'm hurt, that we can't just automatically go back like nothing happened" you spoke, looking at the boy as he nodded frantically.
"I know, i know we can go at your pace" he reassured, a smile on his face. You looked at him, a grin on your face. "then ask me, for real this time" you spoke up, staring into his eyes, memorizing every little detail of them.
"y/n y/l/n, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, a smile on his face as he leaned in slowly, you nodded quickly, a smile breaking onto your face. "of course i will, little timmy t" you giggled and he scrunched his face up, his hand cupped your cheek and pulled you in for the kiss, the two of you stopping because you kept giggling.
"I love you" you whispered, resting your head on his chest. He smiled at you, responding within a heartbeat, "i love you mon amour."