All You Need Is Love
An Armie and Timmy Fan Fiction
Written by shaunalease1 & Charmie_For_Life
Chapter One - Accountability
February 15th, 2023 - 11 days since the AM article
Armie's POV:
Well, so far so good; no backlash. I expected, well I don't know what I expected exactly, but I guessed radio silence wasn't it. It was the first interview I'd given telling my side of the story regarding the scandals that had ripped my life apart, or rather the fact that I had ripped my own life apart. Although, things are better now. I've taken steps toward healing. I've done the work, and I felt like it was time to tell my side of the story. Regardless if anyone would read it or not, I still felt that I had to. I was secretly hoping to hear from one of the most important people in my life and sure enough, I did.
The day after the article, I received a text message. "Great job. Super proud of you. Mustn't have been easy. Maybe when I get a moment away from shooting, I can come visit you. If that would be okay."
I remembered seeing my phone light up and seeing Timmy's name pop up on my screen with a photo that we had taken from behind the scenes of CMBYN in Crema. I would have understood if he didn't reach out to me and if he had written me off like so many others in my life had. Hell, I deserved it. We didn't really talk much after news of the scandal broke, except he gave me a call to ask me if it was true. I didn't have the heart to tell him that part of it was, but part of it wasn't. I was still processing what had happened and figuring out what I needed to do to get my life back on track. I wasn't really in a place, then, to even begin to describe to him the situation.
Timmy was one of the few people in my life that I've made a genuine connection with. A connection that wasn't interwoven with my relationship to money or power or fame; without any aspect of control. We just relied on each other, trusted each other and led each other through the process of filming. It was actually one of the best experiences of my life, being able to shoot that movie with him. People always wondered if anything had happened between us behind the scenes because there was obviously real chemistry there. Nothing actually happened, though. I mean, I was straight after all. As told in the AM article, the only sexual interaction I had had with a man before filming scenes with Timmy was, well, you know. I didn't really need to rehash that again. I could never let myself entertain the idea enough because I didn't want to bring him into my tangled web of lies, manipulation, drug-induced stupors and my sexual addiction. My relationship with Timmy was one that I couldn't bear the thought of messing up because of my crazy inclinations, so I never let my mind go there. But things are a lot better now. Once an addict, always an addict; but I had everything pretty much under control. There's that word again, 'control;' sometimes I felt so completely out of control that I needed to regain it in any way possible.
I could never bear the thought of doing that to Timmy. He was the most giving, loving, trusting person I had ever met in my life. I knew that he had to distance himself from me. I knew that was what he needed to do for his career, but also, probably, he wouldn't have been able to stand the sight of me. I didn't know if he believed my side of the story or not, but if his response after the article was any inclination, it sounded like he might. I didn't know. Maybe he still had questions. It would be good to have a conversation in person if he did decide to come out and visit.
I wasn't really sure how to respond to his text, honestly. All that I knew was that I missed him. I missed his smile, his warmth, his touch, his scent. (Not gay, I swear.) His smile would literally light up a whole room. He definitely lit up my life for those months that we spent together. I thought of him often and I wondered if my life would have been better managed if I had had him in it in more of a capacity; but it wasn't his responsibility to keep me in line.
I responded saying, "Thank you, Timmy. I really appreciate that. I would love to see you. âï Let me know when you have a date."
It's as if the universe was in tune with my thoughts about Timmy because it was only a few moments later that my phone pinged again. "Hey 🂠so I'm actually going to be in town tomorrow. Can we meet up?" It's been said the universe brings you what you need. This is definitely what I needed.
Timmy's POV:
As soon as I hit send regarding the possibility of us getting together when I land in the Caymans tomorrow evening, my heart was in my stomach. I had missed Armie so much over the last few years. I could feel my heart was actually physically hurting. A tightness I couldn't medically explain but one that was definitely real and present. I didn't know if he actually wanted to see me or if he was just being polite, but I guessed we were going to find out.
I never in my life had felt a sense of calm or belonging around anyone the way I did around Armie when we were filming in Crema. He was magnetic, and there was something about his presence that made me instantly feel safe around him. I trusted him more than I trusted myself while we were filming some of the more intimate scenes. Fuck-I still blushed when I thought about Armie sitting in that boiling-hot attic while I filmed the infamous peach scene. I was so panicked about making it look right, and he was the only one who could calm me down.
It's embarrassing that it had been this long since I reached out to him. I kept telling myself that it was for him, and he needed his space, but who was I kidding? I knew better than to get wrapped up in this kind of scandal when my career was so new. But it still didn't make me feel any less like an asshole. Abandoning my friend in his time of need? Like who does that?
I received another text message as I felt my phone lightly vibrate in the right-back pocket of my jeans. Seeing the response, made the pain that I felt in my chest suddenly turn into warmth. "Definitely! I have all the time in the world for you, Timmy. Just let me know when you land and I can order you a car."
Tomorrow couldn't have come fast enough. I would have given anything to fast-forward time so that I could see those blue eyes right now. I didn't have to wait long because I drifted shortly thereafter into a sleep filled with vivid dreams of seeing his face again. All of which felt so real. Me giving him a hugâ(and other things I dare not mention.) It seemed too good to be true; that if I were to speak the words out loud, the possibility would simply just vanish into thin air and be lost forever.