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oneshots-heaven · 1 year

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“Sleeping Mates" — Timothée Chalamet

What are you supposed to do when your best friend answers to your ’Can't sleep' text with a cheeky ’Come sleep with me' but you refuse due to your feelings for him?

WARNING True heartfelt fluff with some spice and angst Timothée Chalamet x Reader

You were tossing and turning in your bed, the sheets already stripped down to your hips as the city lights flooded your room. Your body felt on fire, and while your limbs felt tired and begged your mind to find some rest, it didn’t. You were wide awake, grasping your pillowcase, quietly groaning into it.

It had been the third night this week you struggled to fall asleep, and by now you knew you couldn’t blame it on the weather, neither on the city lights. It had thundered on the first night you couldn’t sleep and spent the entire next day blaming it on the weather. The second night, it had been chilly and rained all day, perfect temperature to have a good sleep, but instead you had stayed up almost the entire night.

You knew it must be another reason for you to be so restless lately, but you couldn’t explain to yourself what it was. There was nothing wrong in your life right now, literally not a single thing you had to worry about. While of course, there were the usual ups and downs life had to offer, you were doing good.

Turning back onto your back, you sighed as your hands searched for your phone, laying somewhere close by in your bed. Blinking against the bright screen, you checked the time.

2:38 AM.

Your tired arms gave in, laying the phone back down as you stared at the ceiling. The street lights brought the tiniest bit of light into the darkness of your room. There was only that, darkness filled with tiredness and admittedly, a bit of loneliness, as you felt like the only person awake around your block.

Grabbing your phone again, you checked the time once again. Not even a minute had passed, and it would only become more painful if you kept staring at it. Your finger hovered over the touchscreen, having no clue what to do. No solution came to your mind, everything only seemed to make it worse.

Unconsciously, you opened the messages, seeing the last chat with your best friend. You had sent him a video of his sister and you mocking his last fit, to which he had answered with some angry emojis. It still made you smile as you knew how eager he had become with his fashion looks, he liked making a statement and trying new things.

You stared at the chat, swiping upwards, reading some of your older texts. Timothée and you had been best friends for years now after having met more or less by pure coincidence. It was the easiest friendship you’ve ever had in your entire life, and somehow neither of you had ever questioned it, what you truly were, what you were supposed to be. It was just easy, he could focus on his movie career and you on your degree. Sometimes you didn’t hear from each other for weeks or even months, and yet you still always knew you had a friend for life. It felt like a lifeline.

One that you felt the need for now.

To: Timothée

Can’t sleep

This was stupid, he probably wouldn’t answer anyway. Knowing him, he was knocked out since 11 PM, peacefully sleeping in his bed two streets down the block.

Just as you wanted to put your phone away again, it buzzed in your hand. You blinked in surprise, yet frowned as you checked it.

From: Timothée

come sleep with me

You slightly sat up in bed, your eyes still fixed on his response, your hand clutched hard around your phone, as if you could lose it any second. Your chest suddenly felt like a panicked void, completely caught off-guard. You blinked and read the text again. For a second you weren’t sure if this wasn’t just a fever dream, however it was very much real, it was right there.

And yet it still felt surreal, although there was no reason to be surprised like that. Timothée and you were as close as the text hinted, saying stuff like that wasn’t a rarity. From the day you’d met, there had been this unspoken closeness between you two, a space where you could be whatever you wanted to be. It felt so natural that you had never questioned it, not until now. While you had had sleepovers at each other’s places and shared hotel rooms multiple times in the past, it just never was as intimate as inviting someone to purposely sleep besides you.

This had to be a joke.

All of the sudden, after whatever much time had passed, your phone buzzed again.

From: Timothée

are you there or asleep already?

You pressed your lips together, your fingers itching to type an answer.

To: Timothée

No, I’m here. Still can’t fall asleep.

Seconds later, your phone buzzed once more.

From: Timothée

open your door then

Disbelief kept you right where you were, hesitating. He wasn’t at your door, that was ridiculous. Why would he come over in the middle of the night? You tried to fight it, but the what if in your head was much louder. You let go of your phone, pushing the blanket aside before you stumbled through the dark hallways of your apartment. You must look like an absolute mess, but with the force you unlocked your door and pulled it open, it was clear you didn’t care at all. All your heart desired was to see if he was actually there.

Clothed in a hoodie despite the nightly freezing temperatures outside, Timothée stood in front of your apartment door, his eyes flying up to meet yours. His face softened as he caught sight of you. “Hey,“ he mumbled, still sounding groggy from his previous sleep.

Overwhelmed by the fact that he was actually here, you glanced at him wordlessly for a brief moment, before replying a soft ’Hey’.

“Can I come in?“

You nodded, unable to form any words with your numbed tongue. It felt like your brain had stopped working, a complete malfunction of basic behavior. You remained standing in the doorway before ever so slowly stepping aside for Timothée to step in. You hadn’t expected this, you hadn’t expected to see him at this hour.

Timothée walked further in your apartment as you closed the door behind him, starring at his back, right until he turned back around to you. “You okay?“ he questioned, making you feel caught.

“Yes,“ you breathed.

Pushing his hands in the pockets of his loose fitted sweatpants, he said, “Just can’t sleep, hm?“

Pressing your lips together, you leaned against the kitchen counter, nodding. You felt so out of place. What was this? Why did this feel not like usual, not like any other situation in your friendship and instead so different?

“Have had trouble sleeping for some days now. I don’t know why, I just can’t seem to find any rest.“

“Want me to make some tea? Talk you tired?“ he offered. “No offense, but you do look pretty exhausted.“

You chuckled quietly. “Well, I am pretty exhausted. But you don’t have to do all that. I just need to finally fall asleep.“

“Let’s go to bed, then.“

There were a million questions in your head, putting in question all sort of things. Go to bed, together? What will happen then? Will you sleep next to me? But first and foremost, why are you here now? While all of this was highly confusing to you, you didn’t stop yourself from following him to your bedroom. Your bed was the proof of your restless nights. The covers laid crumbled aside, pillows were laying everywhere, but were they fit right. Nothing about your bed looked comfy right now, but rather like a chaotic, stressful mess.

Timothée, without another word, made the space his own, grabbing one of the bigger pillows and fluffed it out before doing the same to the other. Stripping his sweater and throwing it on the ground, he stood on the other side of the bed, looking at you. He was still clothed in his low hanging sweatpants and a t-shirt, yet your cheeks flushed at the sight of him.

It was the ease with how he did things. Without hesitation, without fear, because that was what your friendship had always been about—safety without any doubt. His smile offered the same comfort that you’d always known, and although the confusion didn’t leave you, you felt a little more relaxed to get into bed, just as he did too.

This was just like any other sleepover, this didn’t mean anything more than any other time before, or at least that was what you told yourself. Timothée laid next to you, hauling under the same blanket as you, feeling so close yet far away in your queen sized bed.

The city lights brought enough light into your bedroom to see the contours of his face as you took a glimpse at him. Your fingertips tickled in desperate desire to touch his face, to draw your finger along his strong jaw over to his soft lips, but you denied yourself to give into that desire. Your hands stayed where they should be, laying to close to your body on either side. You laid in your own bed like a corpse, paralyzed to move or make yourself more comfortable, because you felt so fearful to get too close to him, and he seemed to notice.

“Relax,“ he whispered into the dark.

“I am relaxed,“ you assured him, lying through your gritted teeth.

He snorted quietly, suddenly you felt his hand shaking your shoulder lightly. “No, don’t lie,“ he said, his voice sounding like a true beg. “You’re tensed as hell, no wonder why you can’t sleep like that. You need to let your body loose, like you’re sleeping in a hammock.“

“In a hammock, you say?“ you laughed. “I don’t think—“

“Yes, don’t think. Don’t overthink anything right now, that’s too much brain activity.“

At this point, you felt like he was mumbling bullshit, you could hear it in his voice. Before you texted him, he must’ve been asleep or close to sleeping already, he sounded groggy, yet ever so concentrated on making you feel just as sleepy.

“I cannot not think. That feels impossible.“ you argued, which was the truth, especially now with him next to you in bed at this late hour. It was in the middle of the night, he should’ve been fast asleep and instead he had been suddenly standing in front of your door. You couldn’t concentrate on sleeping when your body was so hyperaware of his.

“Why?“

The worst possible question because you had no answer to that, or rather you feared the answer to that.

“I don’t know, I just can’t.“

His fingers brushed back and forth over your arm, creasing it, as he said, “Everything’s ok, Y/N. You’re fine, you can rest.“

You gulped, tensing more up if that was even possible. Why would he say such thing? Your mind spun around, and by now you were sure that you were losing yourself in absently overthinking about the meaning of your friendship. Timothée was the greatest friend you’d ever had, there was no argument in that, and you would do anything for this boy, and still you wondered.

He pushed himself up on his elbows as he noticed how you still couldn’t relax and rather laid rigged up beside him. “Come here,“ he said, ever so quietly, as he opened up his arms for you to move closer.

For a brief moment, you simply starred at him and the small space between the two of you. In the briefness of it all, Timothée looked like he may regretted his words, yet held his arms wide open. The confusion yelled loudly in your head, trying to draw further attention to itself but you had ignored it, already having pushed yourself over the mattress into his welcoming arms. They came around you, holding you against him.

His fingers continued to brush over your shoulder down your arm as you snuggled deeper into his arms, face on his chest, and closed your eyes. This felt like peace, and that was all you had longed for in a very, very long time. Yet the question didn’t leave your mind, perhaps bothering you until you would free it from your soul.

“Why did you come here, Timmy?“

The movement of his fingers stopped abruptly, his breathing becoming rigged, as you had definitely caught him slightly off-guard with that question. His chest moved up as he breathed in deeply, your head moving with it. What a dangerous, little question.

“You texted me in the middle of the night, and I just—“ he mumbled, you could feel his lips brushing your head that was laying in the crook of his shoulder. You hung on every word he said, desperately waiting for him to finish his sentence and as he did, you swore you felt like you’d just died. “I just thought you needed me.“

You breathed out, feeling his hand brushing gently over your head. The darkness was your savior, it did not let Timothée read your thoughts out loud as they were written all over it. As confusing as this was, it warmed your heart that he had made his way blocks over in the middle of the night, just because he thought you needed him.

And you did.

All you were lacking for the past few nights was the sense of comfort that perhaps only he could bring back with ease. A gesture like this, God knows a smile from him even, was enough to give you peace, and that realization was scary. When did you put all your source of true comfort into one person? Especially one that was so close, yet never yours? Why did you do that?

“I did,“ you whispered. “I had hoped you’d answer.“

His arms around your body tightened, pulling you even closer to him, if that was even possible. “I’m glad you texted me.“

“Why?“

You felt his head falling back deeper into the pillow he was laying on. “I was glad to be or even feel like the person you’d call in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep.“

Take your entire hand and crush my heart in it, it’s yours, that is all it ever was.

Your thoughts spun with every continuing breath as the airy silence crawled over you two, and in that moment, everything halted in time, or at least that was how it felt like to you. A painfully long moment filled with even more questions, more confusion and longing. For days, your body had craved to finally find some rest and just as you possibly could get it, you wanted to do anything but to fall asleep. Although this may didn’t mean as much as your heart interpreted in his words, you wanted this to last forever.

“Timmy?“

He hummed in response, his fingertips running gently up your back, caressing it until you leaned onto your elbow to properly look at him. He loosened his embrace around you, yet refused to fully let you go. His gaze went up, meeting yours, you could barely make it out in the almost pitch-black darkness.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to be that person but you.“

“Really?“

Disbelief resounded in his voice. What a fool he was for not believing you. If he only knew what he did to you—for years. How much you cared, how much you wanted him to care. How much you needed this, and how much you wanted him to need you as well. It tore you apart that he couldn’t see that, and it felt like torture even thinking further about this. Why hadn’t you never act on this? Why had you always denied yourself the truth, especially when it was right in front of your eyes?

Why even, why still?

Timothée’s hand rushed forward, catching the strand of hair that was about to fall into your face, slowly brushing it behind your ear as you went against all fears and doubts and leaned forward, connecting your lips together without further hesitation. You felt his body stiffen, his mouth not moving a bit, not even responding. Just as reality came crushing down onto you and you hasted to move away from him, his hand pulled your face closer again as his lips crushed harder onto yours. You gasped into the kiss by the sudden surprise, leaning more on him.

Blood rushed in your head, making you feel dizzy in his embrace. Your heart stumbled over its own beat as he pulled you even closer, those soft lips brushed over your bottom lip, luring a moan out of your mouth as his tongue slipped in, brushing against yours.

Was this even real?

His hands traveled carefully, almost a bit fearful down your waist to your hips while you melted into his touch, longing for it even more now than ever before. You’d always been close, but not once had you crossed this line, it always had felt taboo. You had believed Timothée could never like you in this way, more than just a friend, but the way how he moaned into your mouth as you gently bit his bottom lip proved you otherwise. He may desired you, too, at least a bit.

Your hands found the collar of his shirt that you grabbed and pulled him on top of you, desperate to feel his weight on you. He chuckled against your mouth, “Stop it, I’m going to crush you.“

“Don’t be silly, Tim,“ you breathed, before he placed one hand on each side of your head and leaned down to kiss you once more.

“I really don’t wanna crush you,“ he whispered in-between each kiss he planted on your lips, “because that would be a terrible way of ever losing you.“

Suddenly, the lightness got a little swept away by the serious undertone of his voice. Had he ever feared to lose you?

“You’ll never lose me if you only keep kissing me like that.“

His mouth twitched to a smile that made him look so gentle and wholesome, yet his dark eyes told a different story. They had changed into a deeper hue, longing gazing, eyeing every inch of you in the dark night. Leaning down on his elbow, he used his other hand to brush with his finger along the lines of your jaw, his gaze following the movement, until he reached your lips. As he brushed over your lips, you opened your mouth, letting it dip in, and wrapped your lips around it to suck it.

His breath hitched in the very moment of it, as he let out an airy laugh. “Don’t do that,“

You frowned, insecurity overwhelming you within seconds. “Why not? Sorry—you didn’t like that, did you?“

“No,“ he said, “I wanted for you to finally sleep, but if you keep doing stuff like that, I will most definitely try to keep you from sleeping.“

Shivers crept up on you, tingling all over your body, as your brain immediately shifted to imagine the reality of his words, and all you were left with was the desperate need to make it happen. Suddenly, every part of your body uncovered its aching for closeness that you had denied yourselves for too long. All those forbidden glances at each other, all those feelings that you couldn’t ignore, all the built up through the years of friendship finally found its purpose, and you would be damned if you let that chance slip.

Your hand carefully reached forward, brushing aside the brown curls that fell into his face, caressing his cheek, “For once, I don’t wanna sleep.“

“Good,“ he breathed, and your lips met in the perfect middle of it all. Your hands grabbed after his face, pulling him closer down to you—him still on his elbows in his ridiculous fear to crush you, as he seemingly forgot that he was rather a lightweight, but you adored his wariness. He’s always been like that, taking care of you, looking out for you, wherever you went. Your mind had been attracted to him, before your body did.

His lips began to wander to your cheek slowly down your neck, which you recked unconsciously to offer him even more space, marking every inch with a kiss. Just as your hands wandered, too, trailering down his sides to the hem of his shirt. You’d seen him shirtless before, many times, this, however, would be different. You’d pull off his shirt with intention, and he let you. Breaking away from your neck, leaving you whimper for a second, he kneeled in-between your spread legs. You followed his suit, hands still on the hem of his shirt, as he held up his arms, letting you pull it off in one swift movement. Your chest tightened at the sight of him shirtless. There was something that kick off serotonin in your head as soon as you saw him like this.

“Don’t look at me like that.“

You met his eyes. “Like what?“

“As if I’ve got anything good to offer you. I don’t—I’m not—“

Your shoulders sunk in, face softening. “I like you just the way you are, Timmy.“

Chest heaving, his gaze also softened at your words. His hands found your face again, as he whispered against your lips, “God, you’re too good to be true.“

You melted in that kiss, as you never felt closer to him than in this random night that you wished would last forever. Morning shouldn’t come too soon, who knew how long this would actually last, but until then you would believe his words as the truth.

“Can I take your shirt off, too?“

You nodded, wildly, offering him your arms in the air as he did the same to you, undressing you. You hadn’t worn a bra or anything underneath your oversized shirt, so you were instantly exposed to him, much to his surprise. His adam’s apple hitched visibly, as he took in the sight of you for a moment. “You’re so beautiful,“ he hushed, crushing his lips back onto yours, bringing you down on the bed again. “So damn beautiful.“

And he proved his words. You felt him all over your body, appreciating it with his mouth and his hands, showered you in kisses and intense waves of shivers. He sucked on the softest parts of your breasts as he lightly flicked the nipple of the other, sending your brain into another dimension. Who would’ve ever thought of this happening?

As his head hovered over the lower part of your body, hands on your sweatpants, he glanced up, meeting your eyes. “Is this real?“ you questioned.

Timothée came back up to you. “Yes,“ he replied. “It’s always been real.“

Please do not come at me for not writing smut in this. I wanted to keep it wholesome. 😭

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camatchoum · 4 months

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Not so dramatic, after all

Willy Wonka x reader

Request : Hi I have a request for a wonkaxreader!! Could the reader really be into theatre like all they ever want to do is perform but once they get an audition and it goes horrible and they are crushed?? @macmonster09

Summary : You have your biggest audition today for a play that you love, but you are incredibly nervous. A certain chocolatier tries to help you with that, but it's doesn't really go well.

Words : 4.0k

Warnings: angst, fluff.

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Today is the day. Today, you have THE big audition. The one that is going to change your life forever.

Since you are a little kid, you want to work in theatres. Your grandpa took you to see Romeo and Juliet when you were only five, and from that moment, you knew you wanted this to be your life. He always used to say that he knew Shakespeare. He was one of his best friends. When you were little, you believed him, but as you got older, you knew he was kidding, but you always laughed. You loved your grandpa so much, and you thank him every day for giving you the love of the theatre. You hope that one day he will watch you perform on the biggest stage of the world. You know he is not there anymore, not on earth anyway, but you always thought that he was watching you from the stars.

Today, you have an audition for the new play of your town's theatre : Romeo and Juliet. You were always too afraid to actually go to an audition. Well, you always walk to the theatre but then get back home at the last minute. But when you saw the title, you knew it was a sign from your grandpa. You had to pass the audition this time.

You are on your way to the audition. You are incredibly nervous. You have a strong grip on your bag as you are running. It is snowing outside, so normally you would have walked to be careful. But you were so overwhelmed with stress that you got out of your house late. So now you have to run.

You run inside the Galaries Gourmet, the theatre being on the other side. You curse when you see all the people in the way, and they don't seem to be moving. You try to slip through the crowd, repeating sorry's without caring if the person you push actually heard you. You need to go on the other side. You are moving forward with your goal, the only thing going on in your mind.

It was really the only thing you could think of because you didn't see a cane going right into your chest, causing you to fall with a scream. The man with the cane immediately stops what he is saying with a gasp and goes at your rescue.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry. Miss, are you okay?" The man asks you as you try to stand up again, but you slip and end into his arms. When you look up, you see that this man is probably your age, with curly brown hair beneath is high hat. He also wears a big purple coat. That is an interesting choice of colour. You blink when you see the man's lips move.

"I-I'm sorry what?" You stutter, and you can feel your cheeks burning. You are clearly embarrassed, and on top of that, this man is really good-looking. You are afraid you were passing for a dumb girl, but he only chuckles.

"I asked you if you were okay? I'm sorry I didn't see that you were in the way. I should be more careful with the cane." He says sweetly before he looks at you, and his eyes widen. He immediately let you go, and you can see his cheeks turn a little bit red. "I-I-I'm sorry it was just a re-reflex." He stutters too, thinking he was in the wrong here.

"No, don't worry about it. If you didn't catch me, I would have probably fallen again, so I'm actually glad you did it." You day, causing him to smile. "Thank you..."

"OH, I'm Willy Wonka, chocolatier. Would you like to try some..."

"I'm Y/n. I would love to but I don't have this kind of money." You say sadly.

"Nonsense miss Y/n. This one is free." He hands you a chocolate. You are about to take it when you remember a tiny detail. Your eyes widen.

"Oh my god, I need to go." You take your bag that was still on the floor before you start to run.

"Wait! You forgot to taste my chocolate!" You hear Willy Wonka scream before you see him running right next to you.

"I'm sorry, I really need to go." You don't stop running, Willy, neither.

"Where are you going?"

"I have an important audition today at the theatre, and I'm already late. I'm so nervous I could puke right now."

"I have the best thing to give you for that." Willy says with his eyes full of joy.

"What is it?"

"Can we stop running first. I'm not exactly an athletic guy."

You decide to stop. You aren't an athlete anyway, so that is actually better. You both catch your breath before looking at each other. You are both taking big breaths. This made you both chuckle.

"Ok, so what is it? An advice?" You ask.

"I have much better." He says so excited. He takes his suitcase and opens it. You see a lot of colourful vials that seem to have something special inside each of them. You watch as he starts to mix the content of a few vials before he pushes on a few buttons. His suitcase starts to make a lot of weird noises. You are wondering if this is a good idea. What if he is trying to poison you? Maybe you should escape while he wasn't looking. You still have to go after all, and you don't want to die.

But before you could think about getting away anymore, Willy stands up with a big smile. You think it can reach the stars.

"I present to you the Never Sad Chocolate. I'll find a better name later. A chocolate with a drop of a double rainbow, a point of glitter because glitters make you happy. And just a heart full of Belgian milk chocolate because chocolate alone makes you happy." He says with such excitement while putting the famous chocolate in your hand. "I promise you that you'll couldn't even think of being sad after eating this."

You eye him suspiciously, but his eyes are so full of light that you decide to eat it. You pop the chocolate in your mouth, and it is ultra delicious. You can feel happiness flow inside your veins and full filling your heart. And before you know it, the corners of your lips start to go up. You are smiling so much that it hurts. It's like all your stress washed away.

"Oh my god, that's so good. I feel so good." You say with excitement too. "Thank you so much, Mr Wonka."

"Please, call me Willy. And it was nothing, really. I'm happy you appreciate it."

"Well, I still have to hurry, so I should go now. But thank you so much, I feel so happy!!!!" You beam causing Willy to chuckle. You start to walk in the direction of the theatre.

"Come tell me how it happened!" Willy calls to you.

"Promise!" You scream back.

With your new confidence, you walk with determination to your audition. You are going to break it. When you arrive, you tell your name to the woman at the front desk and then wait for your turn. You aren't feeling anywhere near nervous at the moment. You are just patiently waiting, rehearsing in your head how you are going to act and all.

"Y/n Y/l/n" a woman calls out your name. You stand up and walk to the centre of the stage before looking at the three judges before you. "We are ready to see what you have to show us." The woman says. "Good luck."

You thank her before going to your position. You start to act one of the happy scenes in Romeo and Juliet. You are doing really well. The judges are impressed with the way you act and the way you adapted the role to suit yourself. They think that you are a one of kind artist who could mesmerised the audience. They are all falling for your charms. When you finish the scene, you are proud of yourself. Proud for doing it. You hope your grandpa would be proud of you. You turn to hear what the judges have to say.

"That was the best audition I ever saw in my entire life, Miss Y/l/n. Your smile is so contagious that we couldn't stop smiling." A judge says. You are so happy right now.

"Thank you so much." You answer.

"We would like to see you act a sad scene because this role doesn't only represent the happy side of the story. Whichever you would like. We really want to see the tears and the desperation on your face. Got it?" Another judge says.

"Okay no problem."

You go back in position. You started to think about sad things. Normally, it helps a lot when you want to make tears, but right now, it's like you can't even think of one bad thing in your life. You push this aside. It's okay, you tell yourself. You start to act, trying to put as much sadness in your voice. You try to transfer your desperation to the judges, but all that is escaping your mouth is a joyful voice. The lines are sad, but the way you act, it's like you couldn't even care. You try again and again, and again, before taking your hands, putting them on your cheeks to try to stop smiling. You can't. You just can't. Every time you push your cheeks down, they go up immediately. You can't stop smiling.

The judges are starting to eye you like you are a weirdo. One of them starts to cough a little to stop the awkwardness of the situation.

"I think we are going to stop here, miss Y/l/n." One of the judges says. "I'm sorry, but if you are not capable of acting on a sad scene, then we can not give you the role."

"I agree with him. Your happiness was really beautiful to watch, but this one scene. That was a disaster." The second one says.

"Yeah, try to work on this part, but right now, we can't accept this." The third one finishes.

You are still smiling. Of course you are. You say a small thank you before you grab your bag and run out. As you are walking to the Gallerie Gourmet, you feel your cheeks going down. The tears finally start to fall. Why now?! You don't know what happened. You know how to act sadness, you've done it a lot of times in your room. What you don't know is why you just couldn't stop smiling. Of course, they wouldn't give you the part with the way you acted like you were living in the ocean with a beautiful mermaid tail. It was like you were having a glittery rainbow spilling out of you.

A rainbow... with glitters... a felling of cosiness only brought by chocolate...

I promise you that you can't even think of being sad after eating this.

Willy the freaking chocolatier Wonka.

When the realisation hit you, you arrive inside the Galeries Gourmet. You can see a crowd from where you are and you know exactly who is at the centre of it. You walk angrily to the curly boy before you tap on his shoulder, causing him to turn around.

"Y/n!!! How did it go?" Willy asks with excitement. He knows it was something important to you. But his smile drops when he looks into your eyes. Don't get him wrong, when he met you earlier, he was mesmerised by the beauty of them. But right now, when he looks into these two perfect diamonds, all he can see are puffy red eyes full of tears.

"Not so well if you want to know." You answer him angrily.

"Oh. Why is that? My chocolate didn't work?" He stretches his neck. He is a little uncomfortable with the way you are talking to him. It is like it is his fault that something went wrong.

"This. Is. Your. Fault!" You stab him in his chest with your finger.

"What?! How?!" He exclaims. He doesn't want to be the reason for your pretty face to be angry. Wait, what?

"This is all because of your stupid chocolate! I couldn't even act like I was sad!"

"Oh, so it did work. I was afraid for a moment that I had to review the recipe of this one. So that's great, actually? I told you you couldn't be sad because of it." He says with a smile. You calm down immediately. He is so innocent you don't even know why you are trying to yell at him.

"Yeah, well, think for a moment. If I can't act sadness, how can I get a role where you have to be sad from time to time?" You take your bag before leaving in the direction of your house.

When he sees you leave, that's when it hits him. Willy didn't understand at first how the fact that his chocolate worked was the problem. But now he does. He feels so bad for ruining your audition. It must have been something really important to you from the way you are crying. When people begin to ask him for help to buy his chocolates, he is brought back but not really either. He is not this joyful man anymore. He is just a ghost. He can't stop thinking about you. Not that it changes really because when you left for your audition, you were all his mind could think of. He couldn't even think of chocolate, and THAT is new. He doesn't know how he is feeling with you, but he does know that he wants to see a smile on your face. He wants to be the one to put a smile on your face, not be the reason why you are so sad.

He decides from that moment that he is going to be the one who fixes everything. He first goes to the theater, then he goes in the direction he sees you leave. Yes, he left his travel shop like that, but not before he heard Noodle yelling at him to come back so she must know that he left and that she has to take care of it. He wants to run so that he has a better chance to catch you, but he stops at the fountain when he sees a curdle up figure. It is you. You are probably crying. He approaches quietly before sitting down next to you.

"What do you want?" You sob, breaking his heart.

"I want to say how sorry I am. I understand now how it is my fault that your audition didn't go well." You don't look up at him. "What's in your hand?" He asks when he sees you fidgeting with something.

"It's.. it's something from my grandpa." You hand it to him. He takes it.

"A ticket?"

"Yeah. Romeo and Juliet. It's the first play I ever saw. My grandpa took me with him, and I instantly fell in love with the theatre world. I passed the audition today for the same play to make my grandpa proud." You sob again. You take the ticket back from his hands. "I guess he will not be proud of me after what happened."

"That's nonsense. I'm sure he will be proud of you at the end of the day."

"He will not. Don't you understand? This audition was my chance to do what I love for a living. It was my only opportunity to show people the beauty of theatre while doing the thing I love the most. It was my dream. My whole life is over now."

"My mom used to say that a dream is the start of great ideas. You can achieve anything if it starts with a dream." He says sweetly, a tiny smile on his face. He missed her so much.

"That's beautiful. She is very wise."

"Yeah, she was."

"I'm sorry. My grandpa used to say that he would watch me from the start when I broke the dramatic world." You chuckles sadly. This brought Willy back from the nostalgic place in his head. He smiles and stands up abruptly. You look up at him curiously.

"And you are going to break it today." He gives you his hand. "Come with me, I have a surprise for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Just trust me, please." You give him a look. "I know, the last time you trusted me, I ruined everything. But this time I promise you are going to love it." You ponder for a moment before you take his hand.

You both start to walk in the opposite way from your house, returning back to the Galeries Gourmet and the theatre. You feel your cheeks burning when you remember that his hand is still in yours. But you don't say anything in fear that he will take it back. Not so long after you arrive at the theatre and before going inside, Willy moves so that he is in front of you. From that moment, you can observe his green eyes. They are really pretty.

"What are we doing here?" You ask.

"I may or may not have convinced the judges to give you another chance." He answers with a giddy smile.

"You are kidding, right?" You begin to smile too. "They let you do that?"

"No. At first, no." He zones out a little. Like he was thinking how he was crushed when they said no to his request. "They didn't believe me. But, I gave them each the same chocolate that I gave you, and when they saw the effects from it, they decided that you deserved another chance."

"Oh my god. Thank you, thank you, thank you." You say with excitement and hug him. You can't stop smiling, and you are glad it's not from his chocolate this time.

"As much as I like this, we really need to go inside. I told them we would be back in five, and it's already been like twenty minutes." He really doesn't want to let you go. Having you in his arms brings him a new feeling that he already felt like it is intoxicating. But if he doesn't let you go right now, you will still be sad. He doesn't want that.

"Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" You scream with joy before you take his hand and go inside.

When you are inside, you fast walk until you are in front of the judges again. You both excuse yourselves for the wait. You give your bag to Willy before going on the stage while he goes sit on a red velvet seat behind the judges.

"So miss Y/l/n, here we go again." One of the judges starts to say with a smile. "We were all really impressed with your acting earlier. The happiness part, obviously."

"What he means is that we are very eager to watch you again." A second judge says. "Since Mr Wonka explained to us what happened, we want to see more of you."

"Thank you for this new chance. I appreciate it greatly." You say before you go into your world.

You prepare yourself, but the stress starts to eat you again. You open your eyes to see Willy giving you thumbs-up. You smile be he can see that you ate still nervous so he points to the ceiling. You are confused, but look anyway. What you see is a fake sky full of starts. The stars. Your grandpa. You look back at Willy with tears in your eyes. You aren't filling sadness but with happiness. Your grandpa is with you right now, taking all your stress with him.

And so you start to act the sad scene. You are fully crying but not to the point where nobody can hear what you are saying. To Willy's eyes, you are perfect. He is so enhanced with the way you move, the way you act, the way your lips move. If someone were to punch him in the face right now, he wouldn't even do something about it. He wouldn't move his eyes from your figure. He doesn't even know when it stops until he hears the judges applause. He immediately stands up and claps hard his hands, too. It's so hard that one of the judges coughs a little to make him stop. He excuses himself in embarrassment, but when he sees you chuckle, his smile doesn't go down. But right now he wants to hear the resulst. He feels like he can't contain his nervousness. He really wants you to get the part.

"I can say Miss Y/l/n that this is one of the best acting I ever saw. We really could feel the desperation and all the emotions."

"I think we can all agree that you are very talented and we can't pass that. We can't take the risk of having such talent getting away from the scenes."

"Miss Y/l/n, we have the pleasure to tell you that you got the part."

You are exploiting with joy. You start to cry happy tears again. You try to thank the judges, but nobody can understand what you are saying. And clearly, nobody cares. They all have an idea of how you must feel right now. You freaking got the main part in a Romeo and Juliet play!

You get off the stage to shake hands with the judges, thanking them again before you go to Willy. You both walk to the door, and right when you are outside, Willy takes you in his arms, spinning you around.

He can't contain his happiness and you neither. He finally puts you down but doesn't let you go out of his arms.

"I'm so proud of you! You were so perfect. You are so talented." He says with a big smile.

"Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you."

"You do know I'm the one that ruined it, right?" He says, and you both chuckles.

"Maybe at first. But you got out of your way to give me another chance. Nobody would have done that for me." You say, and he blushes slightly.

"When you'll become famous, I hope you'll remember me."

"I don't think I'll ever forget you." His heart stops for a moment.

"You'll come perform at my shop?" He looks into your sparkly eyes.

"Of course, it will be my favourite stage to perform on with the best public."

"I don't think I want to let you go."

"Then don't."

You take him back into your arms, not wanting to let go of him either. You want him to be in your life forever.

And that's when Willy knows that you are not getting away anytime soon. And he can't wait to pass all this time with you. He couldn't be happier. He wants you to be in his life forever.

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And that's it guys. Hope you enjoyed. I love the movie so much it is now one of my happy place I think.

#timothée chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet fanfic #timothée chalamet imagine #timothée chalamet x y/n #timothée chalamet x you #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #willy wonka fanfic

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lovingonryles · 22 days

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a job well done

i’m gonna start by saying this is for a friend’s birthday, there is absolutely no other reason i’d be writing this otherwise 💀 anyways, love u ava, u better enjoy 🤬

pairing: timothée chalamet x actress!reader

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, cursing, mentions of sex but no direct smut, actress!reader and timothée are filming something together, probably very ooc!timothée, basically just a bunch of fluff

word count: 965, should take about seven and a half minutes to read

listen to: banana pancakes by jack johnson

IT WAS UNUSUAL for you to be asleep this long. your boyfriend had been beside you awake for a while now, when usually, it was the other way around.

the way your schedule worked, you were used to early mornings filming or getting on flights that it just became a habit. so to say it concerned timothée when it’d been two hours since his awakening and you were still sound asleep next to him was an understatement.

he didn’t want to be disruptive, but he didn’t want you to stay asleep much longer. he started by gently shaking you, which didn’t work. he tried a bit harder, but again, that road led to a dead end.

“darling…come on, wake up…” he whispered, which again, led nowhere. “darling!” he tried a bit louder. he sighed when your eyes stayed shut. with one final, heavy push, your eyes shot open.

due to the light coming into the trailer, you immediately threw your hands over your eyes and groaned. “what’s the deal?” you whined. he just laughed.

“it’s 11:00 in the morning, honey. you gotta get up.” you quickly took your hands off your eyes, which was a bad idea, since the light made you squint. you looked him dead in the eyes while doing so, however.

“funny joke. why did you actually wake me up?”

“i’m not joking.” he grabbed his phone from the bedside table. “look.” you widened your eyes just the slightest bit to see that the lock screen did indeed read 11:16 am.

“oh my god…” you muttered. “i don’t know how that happened, i’m so sorry, you should’ve just done stuff without me,” you rambled.

“hey. look at me.” timothée placed his hands on your face. “it’s not your fault. it’s okay. i just didn’t want to be late to get on set.” he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

you giggled and raised an eyebrow. “you sure?”

“100%.” he got up and started stretching. “you hungry? i can get us some breakfast before we have to leave.” you laughed at his little routine. “what?” he asked, stopping. all you could do was shake your head and laugh.

“oh, so this is funny to you, huh?” timothée leaned over next to you to grab a pillow. without warning, he threw it straight at your face. you just gasped.

“don’t start a fight you know you can’t win.”

“trust me, honey, i’m planning on winning.” you threw the pillow back at him, but he caught it.

more pillows got added to the mix, and soon enough, they weren’t even being used anymore; just you two wrestling on the bed. it was all giggles and laughs until you all but pleaded him to stop.

there was a moment of silence after that as you lay on the bed underneath him. the air was thick and heavy as he remained on top of you, panting. timothée brushed a lock of hair out of your face. you could see his pupils dilate. you, in turn, gently swatted his arm. “don’t try anything. we have places to be in a few hours.”

you crawled out from underneath him and started to walk to the kitchen. the pillow fight gave you a bit of energy to enter the trailer living area. you could hear him yell. “i wasn’t going to-”

“save it,” you giggled. you turned around, hearing him exit the room. his mouth opened, trying to say something, but you grabbed his hand. he looked down, confused. you grabbed his face to kiss him.

it was just a little peck to distract him. your plan worked as he stood with a small smile afterwards. “so, you’re getting breakfast?” you confirmed cheekily.

all he could do was nod. “on me.” you concluded it was a job well done.

AFTER THE BREAKFAST your boyfriend "very lovingly," in his words, ordered, you two got ready to head on set and meet your castmates. that was all it would be for the day, so you didn't know why you felt so nervous.

timothée noticed it as you walked out of the trailer. "you okay?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. you nodded.

"ya," you quietly mumbled. you were playing with your hands, a habit he noticed you did when you were stressed. he grabbed one of your hands gently as an ailment.

"it's gonna be okay," he promised. you blushed at the simple touch and turned back to where you were walking. he smiled at this and ruffled your hair, only after giving the top of your head a chaste kiss.

meeting the cast wasn't nearly as bad as you imagined, and by the end of it, you actually wished you had more time to stay.

when you got back in your trailer, you mostly spent the evening unwinding. you two ordered more food since you were too bothered to make anything.

the night ended with you filing your nails after the picking you'd done at your earlier while you watched a movie. you were sitting on your boyfriend's lap as he braided your hair. the only light in the room present was the soft glow of your laptop with the movie playing.

you really weren't paying too much attention to it. you were too focused on timothée's fingers gently pulling strands of your hair over one other. it was a kind of weird thing he did in spite of boredom; he liked doing your hair. it came from watching his mother do his sister's hair. he was a fast learner from just simply observing. you teased him for being a hairdresser in a previous life.

"all done," he mumbled, snapping you out of your daze. you turned around, craning your neck to give him a gentle kiss.

"thanks, baby."

"anytime, honey."

#Spotify #HAPPY BIRTHDAY AVA!! 🫶🏻 🫶🏻#timothée chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x you #timothée chalamet x y/n #reader insert #fluff #rpf #real person fanfiction

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tbyfandoms · 2 years

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Academy Attraction | Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Pairing: timothée chalamet x actress!reader

Word Count: 8.7k

Summary: it’s the oscar’s and once timothée and y/n spot each other on the red carpet, their attraction to each other is visibly undeniable, leading to a night full of awards in more ways than one

Warnings: swearing, brief 'spice' towards the end

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: ok I just wanna start by saying yes I realize the oscar’s was literal months ago LMAO, I swear I started writing this a day after it happened, I’ve just been struggling through it. I kept thinking about him at the ceremony and daydreaming about walking the red carpet with him, so I figured I might as well make it into a fic and spin it into something more. it honestly didn’t turn out how I hoped, I kinda hate it but it's whatever!

also just a quick little psa: I couldn’t find a dress that I really liked for the fic that fit my vision and was high-end, so sorry there’s no visual besides my description! I liked a lot of Dior’s ball gowns so I just chose them as the designer for the night as well. I hope you enjoy and lmk what you think! :)

Your heart is beating so rapidly against your rib cage, you’re sure the sound of it is loud enough for your assistant to hear; even amidst the chaos surrounding you two.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been an actress or how many of these events you go to, you will never not be nervous. When you’re acting it’s easy to embody someone else, to pretend you’re someone you’re not. But when it comes to events like this, like the Oscar’s, there’s really no pretending. Everything you say, do, and wear is solely you. There’s not very many places to hide or take a breath when you’re constantly surrounded by cameras and people anticipating your every move.

A hand reaches out and grasps your arm lightly. You jump a little at the sudden contact, having been stuck in your head, and your assistant, Lilah, gives you a sympathetic smile.

“You’re up next, Y/N. Do you need a moment? I can tell the next group they can go ahead of you if you’d like?” She says. Your heart swells a little at her words. This happens almost every time you have an event and yet she still handles it with care and patience. You’re so grateful to have her on your team and most importantly as a friend.

“No, that’s okay. Thank you, though. This always happens but I always make it out on the other side. I’ll be okay.” You give Lilah a firm nod, but it’s more to assure yourself than it is her.

“That’s right. Seriously, you’ve worked so hard to be where you’re at right now in your career. I mean look at you, you’re at the Oscar’s! And in one of the most drop dead gorgeous gowns I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You deserve this, so go out there and enjoy it! I’ll be right behind you.” She reaches out and gives your hand a squeeze which you gladly return, also giving her a smile.

You face forward and take a breath before stepping onto the red carpet. Lights immediately start flashing before you, but you do your best to react accordingly and enjoy it as much as possible. Your assistant is right, you’ve worked so hard these past few years and you won’t let some event jitters deter you from enjoying everything that comes with being a successful actress. Well, almost everything.

“Y/N! Over here, Y/N!” One of the photographers call from somewhere on your left, so you move your body a bit so they can get some shots of you. You smile and make sure to stand up straight as you take the time to look in every direction.

Even though it can be severely overwhelming, red carpets aren’t all that bad once you get the hang of it and just let yourself have some fun.

Placing one hand on your hip, you use the other to spread out your dress a bit. It’s incredible and has to be one of your favorites you’ve ever gotten the honor to wear. It’s a black ball gown with off the shoulder sleeves and is covered in jewels in perfect places that shine at just the right angle. It’s made of silk and tulle and other fabrics that somehow are still soft to the touch. It hugs your chest and curves in all the right spots, leaving you feeling confident and beautiful. This dress is everything you’ve dreamed of and more and is absolutely perfect for the occasion.

“Y/N, to your right! You look stunning!” Another photographer calls out and you can’t help the small giggle that passes your lips as you turn to the right. After you think you’ve given the photographer enough time to take some photos, you start to move towards the middle of the carpet.

“Look right here in the middle, Y/N! How about a kiss for the camera?” You hear someone yell and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. That’s paparazzi for you, always barking orders and wanting more than just a smile. At least it’s an innocent request, or so you hope.

“Sure, but only if you say please,” you tease. Why not have a little fun with it?

“Awh, c’mon, please?” The photographer yells back and you can hear the joking way he’s begging in his voice.

You just shake your head and laugh before deciding to give him what he wants. Bringing your hand up to your lips, you kiss your fingertips before laying out your hand and blowing the kiss towards the dozens of cameras before you.

There’s some cheers that echo around the crowd and more compliments get thrown at you as the flashes and clicks of cameras continue to surround you.

*****

At the end of the carpet, Timothée Chalamet stands with his assistant, Callie, as he prepares to take part in numerous interviews before heading into the theater.

The night had been going fantastic so far. Timothée was getting to catch up with so many of his fellow costars from Dune and other peers as he made his way through the event. He had missed stuff like this and is so happy to be here.

As Timothée tries to decide where to head next, he hears his assistant call his name. He turns and notices she’s discreetly pointing towards someone on the carpet.

“Look, Y/N is here!” She exclaims. Timothée’s eyes immediately dart back to the red carpet, the place he was just taking pictures not long ago, and finds you instantly.

“God, she’s gorgeous,” he whispers as he takes in your figure.

There you are, dressed in black, wearing a dress that matches his own outfit quite well. You’re currently blowing a kiss to the cameras and Timothée can’t help but grin at the sight.

He watches as you laugh and continue to smile for the cameras. He’s known you long enough to know you must be nervous, but no one would ever be able to tell by the way you’re holding yourself so graciously.

Callie leans in close to Timothée’s ear so no one can see or hear what she’s saying. “You should go over there! I’m telling you, T, she’s just as head over heels for you as you are for her. I know how much you care for her and it’s obvious how much she cares for you too. You two lovebirds need to just get together already!”

The brunette boy can feel the heat on his cheeks instantly and he prays it’s not noticeable. It’s true what his assistant is saying, Timothée has been in love with you for almost as long as he’s known you and he cares for you deeply. He’s just never done anything about it because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same and risk losing the wonderful friendship you have. He finds it hard to believe you feel the same way, though. He’s never noticed any hints that you might reciprocate his feelings, but then again he never was good at noticing things like that…

“You really think so? I mean is it that obvious?” He asks.

“Yes and yes. Just trust me on this, and if nothing else at least you’ll have a good time with one of your dear friends. Now go!” Callie laughs before lightly pushing Timothée forward. The guy is one hell of an actor, but give him the signal to go after a girl and he crumbles. You gotta love him though.

Timothée takes several steps forward and he watches as you begin to turn, ready to make your way down the rest of the carpet. As if sensing his presence, your head tilts up and your eyes immediately lock with his.

*****

“Timothée!” You cry out, somehow still surprised to see him even though you knew he’d be here somewhere.

Grabbing the front of your dress, you hurry as best you can to meet up with him. Timothée meets you more than halfway so the both of you stop at the last section of the carpet.

As soon as you meet, the curly haired boy is engulfing you in his arms and hugging you tightly. You hug him back and smile at his warm embrace and captivating scent that instantly fills the air around you. You’re not sure what cologne he’s wearing, but you swear you would bathe in it that’s how good it smells.

The two of you part and Timothée takes your hands in his, spreading them out between you both and giving you a once over. The way his eyes darken as they rake up and down your body causes a warm sensation to start to pool in your belly, and you suddenly feel flustered.

“You look incredible, Ms. Y/L/N,” he says before giving you a smile.

“I could say the same about you, Mr. Chalamet,” you reply. In a swift motion you take in Timothée and all his glory. Of course he looks stunning, per usual. The thing that sticks out most to you is his lack of a shirt. He’s never quite worn something like this before, but god do you hope he continues to do it.

His milky skin contrasts perfectly with his dark clothing and silver jewelry. His jacket and pants cover enough of him, but also leave little to the imagination as you take in the toned dips on his stomach. It takes everything in you not to stand there with your mouth hanging open.

Some yelling is heard and at once you’re brought back to reality and the fact you’re standing on the red carpet still. You look back towards the photographers and notice how they all swarm to the side you and Timothée are at. It’s as if everyone wants a picture of the two of you together.

“Mind if I join you on your last stretch of the carpet?”

“Not at all.”

The both of you turn towards the cameras and a slight chill runs up your spine as you feel Timothée’s hand lay gently on your back. Not too low and not too high, always the gentleman.

You wrap your right arm around Timothée’s waist but are left questioning where to put your left hand. You’d typically place it against his chest, always posing like that with him, but you’re unsure if his lack of a shirt would cause him to feel uncomfortable at the touch.

Deciding to go for it anyways, you hesitantly reach up and let your fingers graze across his soft skin.

“Is this okay?” You question, ready to take your hand back the minute he shows any sign of discomfort.

“It’s perfect,” he replies, looking down at you and giving you a slight nod of approval, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

Unbeknownst to you, Timothée is more than okay with the situation at hand. Although the two of you always pose like this together, this time it is very different. This time there’s hardly any fabric separating the warmth of your fingertips against the skin of Timothée’s chest. Heat radiates through his body and all he wants to do is find out how your hands would feel against the rest of him.

Timothée quickly rids his mind of any further thoughts.

The flashing lights and sounds of shutter clicks seem to multiply as you and Timothée pose together. Photographers’ voices grow louder as each one cries out for the two of you to look in their direction. It always gets a little bit more hectic when you pose with a fellow actor or actress, especially with Timothée, but this time it seems more intense.

Over the past few years both you and Timothée have gained more success and recognition. You’ve become icons in the film world and are seen as rising stars who are sure to leave a mark on the industry for many years to come. You’re fan favorites and are currently the “it” people in Hollywood. It’s been a lot to take on but it’s all either of you has dreamed about. It’s wonderful but can sure be pretty scary, especially in situations like this.

Your pulse starts to quicken once more and Timothée can feel the way you stiffen under his touch at the sudden intensity. Trying his best to calm you and to let you know you’re okay, he lightly presses his thumb into your back and rubs tiny circles against it.

Feeling Timothée rub circles in your back allows you to feel more at ease and let your body relax into his touch. He always knows just what to do in every situation. It’s one of the many reasons you love him so much.

The thought scares you, but it’s true. You’re not quite sure when your feelings for him changed, but a part of you believes you’ve felt this way since the day you met him. You’re constantly being told Timothée feels the same about you, but he’s never done anything to show that’s true. You could always make the first move but you’re too afraid your intel has been wrong and all it’ll do is mess up your friendship.

At the end of the day you’d rather have Timothée as a friend than not have him in your life at all, so your romantic feelings stay where they are; hidden away.

A short time passes so you turn to look back at your assistant, knowing it’s probably time to move along. These things always go pretty fast to keep everything in order.

Lilah nods her head at you, a tell tale sign you’re good to go, and then gives you a quick wink that leaves you feeling flushed. She knows how much you love Timothée and you just know she’s gonna tease you about this later.

“Shall we, mon chéri?” Timothée says as you turn back to him. You watch as his eyes flicker down and you follow his gaze to see he has his hand stretched out before you, offering it for you to hold. You do your best not to melt right here on the red carpet.

“We shall,” you grin, before accepting Timothée’s hand and allowing him to lead you away from the heard of photographers.

As the both of you step out onto the rest of the carpet, the area with countless reporters ready to interview you, you can’t help but to bask in the moment.

Although suffering from nerves just a short time ago, currently you feel at ease. You know it has everything to do with Timothée by your side. His hand is warm and soft against your own and his presence is helping the hectic atmosphere feel calm. No matter what happens tonight you know you’re going to have a wonderful time spending it with him, if that’s what he wishes to do as well.

Timothée begins to lead you over to a small group of interviewers, but before you get far you take a quick glance at Lilah. You notice she’s met up with Timothée’s assistant and it’s clear they’re up to something with the way they keep giggling and looking over at you and Timothée.

They’ve known each other for as long as you and Timothée have been friends, and something tells you they each know a lot more than they let on to you and your brunette companion. You find yourself desperately wanting to know what’s going on, but your attention is taken away from them and brought to the girl in front of you.

“Hi! My name’s Emily, it’s so nice to meet you both!” The girl is in a red dress and has long dark hair. She has a microphone with a TikTok logo on it and you immediately recognize her as the girl who does those mock celebrity videos.

“Hey! Nice to meet you too, I love your videos!” you tell her, and Emily’s smile instantly broadens.

“Oh wow, thank you so much!”

“Yeah, of course!” you return her smile and can tell how genuine she seems. This whole thing must be very exciting and full circle for her.

“Well you both look incredible so I have to ask; Who are you wearing?” Emily holds out her microphone and you let go of Timothée’s hand, knowing how animated he is when he speaks.

Timothée goes to start talking but then takes a second to look over at you.

“You or me first?” He asks with a smile and you just shake your head in return, knowing how pumped he is to be here and to be doing interviews like this.

“Go ahead, it’s all yours,” you laugh and Timothée chuckles before turning back towards Emily.

“A Louis Vuitton moment,” he answers while pulling on his jacket a little. Emily’s partner makes a comment about Timothée’s lack of a shirt and how he tried to do it too and it ends in the four of you laughing. Emily brings the microphone back towards you and you step forward a little to answer her.

“I’m wearing Dior and I absolutely love it,” you grasp a part of the dress and bring it out a little, admiring the way it flows and lays so effortlessly. “I’m so grateful to be wearing it tonight.”

“You look so stunning in it. And it looks like you and Timothée are even matching a bit!” Emily points out the similarities in yours and Timothée’s outfits and once again you find yourself admiring the man beside you.

“We are, aren’t we!” Timothée replies as he looks over your dress once more. He can’t get over how gorgeous you look. “She truly looks so beautiful.”

The two interviewers “awh” at Timothée’s remark and you feel your heart flutter in response. He’s so beyond sweet.

You thank Timothée and the interview continues. Emily and her partner go back and forth with questions about yours and Timothée’s recent projects, especially the ones nominated for awards tonight. Both of your films are up for technical awards, so neither you nor Timothée will be walking home with a personal trophy, but you’re both rooting for your respective films to win in their categories.

A few jokes are cracked here and there and you all appear to be enjoying each other’s presence. It’s a nice change from the typical grilling questions interviewers ask, such as info on your love life and other private information. You’re grateful for interviewers like these and constantly wish there was more like them.

“So besides the films you starred in, are there any others you’re rooting for tonight?”

“Honestly there’s so many wonderful nominees! All of the films that have come out this past year have been incredible. Some of my favorites that are nominated have to be Encanto, West Side story, and then Dune of course!” You glance over at Timothée and give him a small smile. “But truly every film nominated deserves to win and I can’t wait to see what happens. I’m sure it’ll be a great night.”

Emily nods her head and then moves the mic over to Timothée.

“I’m gonna have to agree with, Y/N. There’s so many great nominees, it’s hard to pick a few. Anyone who wins honestly deserves it, and wins or not for Dune I’m happy to be here. It’s the Oscar’s, it’s great!”

“And we’re so happy to have you both as well! Thank you guys so much for taking the time to chat with us, it’s been so good to talk with you! Will you be spending the rest of the evening together or did you just happen to run into each other?” Emily looks questioningly between you and Timothée and you find yourself unsure of what to say. You did technically just run into each other, but you are kind of hoping to spend the rest of the night with Timothée as well.

Before you get the chance to make up your mind about what to say, Timothée takes initiative and begins to answer Emily’s question.

“We did just happen to run into each other, but if Y/N doesn’t mind, I’d love to spend the evening with her.” Timothée looks over at you fondly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and you feel the butterflies return to your stomach instantly.

“I don’t mind at all. It’d be an honor to spend the evening with you,” you reply and you watch as Timothée’s coy smile turns into a full on grin.

“Wonderful! I hope you guys have a great rest of your night and thank you again!” Emily smiles at the both of you before reaching out to shake your hand.

“No problem! And thank you, you guys as well!” You smile, taking her hand for a moment and then taking her co-host’s as well. Timothée says his goodbyes and gives his gratitude and then the two of you are off.

The further you step into the event the more excitement that surrounds you. Fellow actors and actresses are scattered around the carpet, fans line the barricades surrounding the area, and interviewers are stationed all around to get the next best story.

You’re immediately drawn to the fans, always ready to greet them and interact with them. It’s the least you can do considering they’re a big part of the reason you’re here today. You wholeheartedly believe you’d be nowhere without them.

“I’m gonna go say hi to some of the fans before going for another interview, meet back up in a bit?” You say to Timothée as you go to start making your way to the barricades.

“Yeah, definitely! I’m gonna head further down, but I’ll come find you.” Timothée gives you a slight wave before making his way further down the carpet, seeming to catch up with fans who were unable to get any closer.

Light squeals of excitement fill your ears as you reach the large group of fans in front of you. Somehow your smile gets even bigger as you get closer, their happiness consuming you in the best way possible.

“Hey, everyone!” A chorus of “hi”s and “hello”s are heard before the requests for pictures and hugs take over. You happily oblige to pretty much all of them, while also not wanting to take up too much time. The ceremony would be starting soon.

As you reach the final people of the group before you, one of the girls steps forward and begins to speak. “Y/N, I just have to ask. Are you and Timothée dating?”

The question takes you by surprise, especially as other fans start chiming in with their interest as well.

“No, we’re just great friends,” you answer. The fans appear to look a little disappointed, and some even confused.

“That’s unfortunate. You guys are so cute together!” The same fan says and some of the people around her nod their heads in agreement.

“You guys really think so?” You chuckle a bit at their antics, intrigued with why they believe that.

“Yeah!” Another fan calls out and he shakes his head in disbelief. “I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you? That man is so in love, I swear! Y/N, you have to see this video of Timothée when he saw you arrived. And don’t even get me started on the pictures from the carpet!” There’s some giggles throughout the crowd and lots of terms of agreement.

Wait, what? What are they talking about? You think as you start to see a couple of the fans begin to scroll through their phones. One of the fans is about to hand their phone to you when suddenly loud shrieks break out amongst the crowd, and a hand is placed on your back.

Looking up, you notice Timothée has made his way back to you. His green eyes sparkling as he looks into your own.

“Hey, Callie said we should go do some quick interviews and head inside, they’re already about to start apparently.”

“Oh, okay,” you reply. You didn’t realize how long it had already been since you got here, you definitely need to hurry so you don’t miss anything.

Looking back towards the fan who was about to hand you their phone, you give them a small smile and a knowing look. It’s not like you can look at the video and photos now, not with Timothée literally right next to you.

“Just go on twitter when you get a chance,” They lean in a little closer so Timothée won’t hear, he’s started taking pictures with the fans anyways so you figure it’s alright. “You guys are trending! It’s adorable and it’s clear he cares a lot for you. I hope it works out for the two of you!”

A small smile forms on your face at the sweet words. You tell the fan “thank you” before saying your goodbyes. Timothée blows some kisses at the fans and they go nuts for it, he laughs before turning around and once again taking your hand in his. You could definitely get used to this feeling.

As if it’s a race against the clock, you and Timothée go through the rest of your interviews rapidly. A majority of the questions are ones you’ve answered countless times already, but it’s all worth repeating as many times as needed due to the honor it is to be here tonight.

Making your way through the crowd and into the theater, you marvel at everything from people’s outfits to the architecture and decor around you. It’s so ravishing, and that starstruck feeling you get every time you come to these events consumes you wholly.

Reaching your assigned seats, you smile as Timothée holds onto you as you settle into your chair and fix your dress so it’s spread evenly around you. He waits until you’re settled before taking his own seat and reveling in his surroundings.

“God, I’ll never get used to being at these things. I used to watch them on tv as a kid and to think I’m being invited to them now is insane!” Timothée sighs as he leans back into his chair.

“I couldn’t agree more, every time I get an invite it’s like the first time all over again. It’s so surreal.”

The brunette turns towards you and his eyes immediately fill with a look of fondness. He watches as you scan the room and inspect every person and detail, trying to soak up everything. It’s so obvious how grateful and proud you are to be here, to see how much your hard work has payed off.

Timothée loves the fact that no matter what happens, no matter how much more famous you get, you never stop being grateful and appreciative of where you are today. Your humbleness and strive to always stay grounded is so inspiring to him and he finds you’re both alike in that aspect. Having someone with the same values as him is something he cherishes in an industry where people can become so clouded by the fame. He’s grateful to have you as someone to turn to, to talk to, and to be close to. Timothée truly doesn’t know where he’d be without you.

Adjusting in your seat, you turn and notice the way Timothée is staring at you.

“What?” You can’t help but to giggle, feeling slightly nervous and giddy over his gaze.

“Nothing, I just missed you is all.”

Your heart swells at his words and you fight the urge to jump up and engulf him in a hug. Timothée never fails to make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world to him every single time you’re together.

“I missed you too, Tim,” you reply softly. The two of you continue look at each other, a feeling you can’t quite describe lingering in the air between you. You notice Timothée’s brows furrow as if he’s contemplating something. He goes to speak but suddenly the lights are flickering, a sign the show is about to begin.

Timothée faces forward towards the stage, but you’d give anything to have just a few more moments with him, to find out what it is he was going to say.

*****

The night goes on as expected, with a few surprises of course. Both yours and Timothée’s films each won at least one award in their technical categories, and you couldn’t be happier. Everyone involved in each film worked so hard and you both feel very lucky to have been a part of such major pictures.

About midway through the show Timothée is called up in a bit involving eligible bachelors in Hollywood. Whilst Timothée is up there playing along, he can’t help but to wish he wasn’t.

As he stands on that stage, he can’t keep his eyes off you. The actor can’t help but to think of his feelings for you, think of the time he’s wasted by not taking his shot. Although he doesn’t mind being involved in corny jokes, he doesn’t want to be known as the single kid. Timothée wants to be your boyfriend, he wants to be the one by your side in everything, he wants to be the man you deserve and so much more.

When he takes his seat again, Timothée feels like he has a fire lit under him. He wants to get up right here and now and tell you exactly how he feels, but he can’t, not during the middle of one of the biggest nights in television.

Throughout the rest of the show, you steal glances at your longtime friend and can’t help but to notice his sudden change in demeanor. You hadn’t been able to speak much as the show was happening, but he certainly looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here right now.

Racking your mind over everything that has happened so far tonight, you try to pinpoint why Timothée would suddenly seem so uncomfortable. Was it something you did? Did the single joke offend him? Does it have something to do with what he was going to say before the show started?

As if you hadn’t experienced enough anxiety tonight, now your thoughts are racing over what’s going on with your curly-haired friend.

Trying to concentrate on the ceremony happening before you, you do your best to push thoughts of Timothée out of your mind. It comes easier than expected as an incredibly unexpected event takes place. As jokes begin to fly, so do hands and you watch in bewilderment as people around you begin to whisper and staff begin to hastily try to diffuse the situation.

For Timothée, it’s as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. He’s so concentrated on confessing his love to you whilst also trying to conserve your friendship, that it doesn’t even phase him. He doesn’t know how in the world he’s going to be able to do this, or if you’ll even feel the same, but he’d be dumb not to let you know how he really feels after all this time.

Looking over, you try and see if you can get Timothée’s reaction to everything, but he still looks like he’s trying to get out of here as soon as possible. This isn’t like him and is definitely different than the man you caught up with back on the red carpet. Something’s up, you’re just not sure what.

*****

After what seems like a hundred more announcements and acceptance speeches, the show finally comes to an end. During commercial breaks you tried your best to try and talk to Timothée, but either one of your colleagues would come and strike up a conversation with you, or you’d chicken out for fear of what he might say.

At this point, the night is definitely taking a turn and you’re not so sure it’s for the better.

People start filing out of the auditorium and before you even get the chance to start standing up, the lanky man next to you darts up from his chair and immediately turns towards you.

“Hey, let’s go somewhere private, I want to talk to you about something.” The way your stomach drops at Timothée’s words is a feeling you’ve never felt before. The tone of his voice and eagerness in his demeanor is extremely unsettling and to say you’re slightly terrified of what’s to come is an understatement.

“Yeah, sure, okay,” you reply weakly. The way the two of you went from being close and sentimental earlier, to whatever it is you are now is insanely shocking. As Timothée leads you through the sea of people, you continue to rack your brain to find anything that might’ve caused this. Everything was fine up until the show started. Sure he said he missed you but that’s what friends do when they haven’t seen each other in a while.

Nothing is adding up and nothing makes sense. You just wanted an evening with one of your best friends and it’s turned into a night of chaos and confusion.

Suddenly you’re snapped out of your thoughts as a hand grabs onto your wrist and you start to be lightly dragged down a hallway and into a small alcove. You look up and watch as Timothée scans the area before settling himself in front of you. There’s not many people over here, so the fact he’s secluded you both in this hidden area is slightly alarming.

“I don’t really know how to say this and I’m scared it’s going to ruin our friendship but I’m gonna say it anyway because it’s been on my mind and I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.” Running a hand through his hair, Timothée takes a breath before continuing. “I love you, Y/N. And not in the way a friend loves a friend. Not in the way we say it to each other all the time. I am in love with you and I have been for a long time if I’m being honest. There’s no one else in the world who makes me feel as happy and understood as you do, and I’d give anything to be the one you fall asleep and wake up to every day. You’re my absolute best friend and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’m tired of hiding the way I feel or being scared of what’s going to happen. To tell the truth I’m terrified right now but it’s worth it for you. No matter what you say or do when I finally stop rambling I want you to know I’ll always be here for you and I’ll always love you, Y/N.”

To say you’re speechless would be an understatement. Here you are thinking something horrible is happening between you two, only to find out the man you’re in love with feels the exact same way you do.

“Timothée…” You don’t even know where to begin, how to express that you feel completely and utterly the same about him. Your silence and shocked expression must send the wrong message because Timothée immediately starts to look timid and his eyes are anywhere but on your own.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that and put you on the spot. We just got out of an award ceremony and I know everyone’s emotions are out of whack right now and-“ He continues to ramble and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips at the sight of him. The sound stops Tim’s rambling and a smile he can’t help forms on his face due to the sound.

“Timothée, I love you too.” The boy’s eyes go wide and you smile before continuing, “And not in the way a friend loves a friend.” You chuckle and Timothée’s cheeks heat up slightly at your teasing.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Just like you I have for a long time. I was scared to tell you or to make a move because I didn’t wanna lose you or make things awkward between us. I should’ve listened to Lilah when she told me she knew you felt the same about me.” You lightly shake your head, to think you could’ve probably been with Timothée by now if you just would’ve trusted your assistant.

“Wait, Lilah said that? Callie told me you felt the same about me too, I just figured she was always wrong.” The two of you sigh and lightly roll your eyes. Guess you were right about Lilah and Callie both knowing more than they lead on, they were so scheming.

“We’re so bad at this aren’t we?” You ask and Timothée nods his head and shrugs.

“We definitely are.” You and Timothée both start laughing and a sudden weight seems to lift itself off both of your guys’ shoulders. To know the one you love with your whole heart feels the same sure is a good feeling.

A silence settles over the both of you. The noise of fellow actors and actresses bustling out of the theater and onto the streets of Los Angeles becoming mere background noise.

You watch at Timothée’s eyes scan your face. It’s as if he’s taking in every detail, never wanting to forget a single thing about you.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Timothée whispers and the sound sends a chill throughout your body.

“Then kiss me,” you reply in a hushed tone. The green eyes in front of you darken to emerald, and your back presses flat against the wall behind you as Timothée steps forward, enclosing you in the alcove you’re hidden in.

Reaching a hand up to cup your face, Timothée wastes no time in connecting his lips with yours. You know it’s cliché but you swear the feeling sends sparks throughout your body instantly.

A hunger that has been trapped for way too long consumes both you and the brunette. You grasp the front of Timothée’s jacket and bring him even closer to you somehow, your bodies flush against each other.

Timothée nibbles lightly at your bottom lip and the feeling drives you crazy. His other hand is on your waist, and even through the layers of fabric in your dress you can feel the heat radiating from his hand into your hip.

“Let’s go back to my hotel.” The actor’s voice is rich with lust and the sound has your head spinning. There’s nothing more you’d rather do but…

“What about the after party? We have to go to that outfit change and-“

“Fuck the after party,” You meet Timothée’s gaze and the heat in your belly immediately intensifies. “Right now all I want is you.”

Heart beating a million times faster, you nod your head and don’t even think twice before following Timothée out of the alcove and outside to try and get to the car. The temperature has gone down slightly since you were outside earlier, but it does nothing to calm your burning skin, still tingling from the feeling of the man on you mere seconds ago.

There’s still a lot of people outside the venue; attendees waiting on their rides, fans trying to get a last glimpse at their favorite movie stars, and paparazzi wanting even more pictures than they got earlier.

You look around and somehow spot Lilah in the crowd. Thinking back to when you were getting ready, you remember her saying she’d wait for you after the Oscars, not wanting you to be alone after everything. Little did she know the plans you’d end up having.

Glancing at Timothée, you take note of the fact he’s still on the phone. His tone is rushed, yet polite. You can tell he’s itching to get out of here as much as you are. Timothée himself doesn’t even know how he’s still making any sense on the phone, his only thoughts being of you and wanting to take off your dress as quick as possible.

“Lilah!” You call out. Luckily your assistant is somehow able to hear you over the bustle of everything. She spots you and makes her way towards you.

“Hey! How’d everything go?” Her eyes flick towards Timothée and you see the small smirk that plays on her lips.

“You mean the Oscar’s or with Timothée?” You tease and Lilah blushes.

“Both?”

“Incredible!” You squeal. It takes everything in you not to jump up and down thinking about what’s happened between you and Timothée in the span of the last ten minutes.

“Yes! I knew it!” Lilah lets nothing hold her back as she claps her hands and does a little shake.

“I see that now! Timothée and I were so clueless. We had no idea you and Callie were conspiring to try and get us together. We could’ve been a couple ages ago if we just would’ve put two and two together.”

“Hey we did our best, we figured you guys would’ve figured it out on your own. Apparently not as quick as we originally thought, though.” Lilah laughs and you do the same. “At least it all worked out. I only assume so anyways considering the way Timothée hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you came over here, and the fact it looks like he’s gonna jump your bones any second.”

“Lilah!” You gasp, feeling heat rush to your face.

“What! I’m just saying,” she winks. “I guess I don’t even have to ask if you’re coming to the after party? Seems you’ll be busy…”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m leaving!” You turn away from your assistant as she starts to crack up.

“Text me later, love you!” Lilah says in a sing song voice.

Shaking your head, you can’t help the smile that forms on your face. Calling over your shoulder you say, “I will, love you too!”

Making your way back to Timothée, you see exactly what Lilah was talking about. His eyes bore into you heavily and are filled with a look you’ve only ever dreamed he’d give you. Your knees nearly buckle as his hand comes up to your lower back and grips you firmly, turning you towards a car pulling up to the sidewalk.

There’s still a decent sized crowd surrounding you, so when you feel Timothée flush against your back and leaning in, you stiffen, heart pounding in your chest.

“I can’t wait to see what’s under that dress,” he whispers against your ear and your head nearly lulls backwards, goosebumps spreading across your body immediately.

The driver gets out of the car and opens the back door for you and Timothée. The brunette leaves your side, not giving you the option to reply. You follow him and he lets you into the car first before climbing in after you. The driver shuts the door and thus begins what feels like the longest car ride of your life.

*****

Even though it was silent the entire drive to Timothée’s hotel, you still feel as if you had a whole conversation. Timothée’s actions spoke much louder than any words he could’ve said. The looks he gave you, the slight touches when the car would jerk a certain way, the spread of his legs, and the twitches in his jaw. You practically jumped out of the car the moment it stopped in front of the hotel, wanting to get to his room as fast as possible.

Fans meet you at the entrance of the hotel, you do your best to keep your composure and not let on to anything. Thankfully, security rushes you inside, not wanting a frenzy to break out.

Once inside, you stop and suddenly realize you have no idea where to go. You’re staying at a different hotel than Timothée, you don’t even have a clue what floor he’s on.

Turning around to check with Timothée, you nearly smack into him as he appears right behind you. You basically feel the rumbling in his chest as he chuckles.

“This way, mon chéri.” Timothée’s hand is back on your lower back and the feeling of his hand combined with the sound of his nickname for you leaves you feeling dizzy. At this point, this man is going to make you pass out.

The ride in the elevator up to Timothée’s floor is just as silent as the car ride was. The only sound filling the space is that of your heavy breathing. When the elevator dings and the doors open, you feel butterflies fill your stomach. Excitement and nerves coursing your body at the idea of what’s going to happen once you reach the hotel room.

Sure being with Timothée intimately has crossed your mind before, but you never thought it’d actually happen. There's little time for your thoughts to spiral, as you've already reached your destination. Timothée opens the door and you're immediately rushed inside, the boy's hands circling your waist and then pushing you up against the door.

The brunette's lips connect with yours and you’re instantly intoxicated by his close proximity, scent, and feeling of his lips on yours. Your hands intertwine in his hair, pulling at the curls you've daydreamed about running your hands through for ages.

Timothée trails his hands up your back and begins to tug on the zipper of your dress. Your back arches as he slowly brings the zipper down, exposing your goosebump covered skin.

As soon as your dress is completely unzipped, you reach down and push on the flaps of Timothée's jacket, running your hands over his bare shoulders as the sleeves fall down his arms.

Stepping back, you let the Dior gown fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Breathing deeply, Timothée takes all of you in, mesmerized by every inch of your body.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, stepping forward and placing one hand lightly on your waist and the other on your cheek. You can't help but flush and begin to feel shy. His green eyes are piercing and it's as if he can see every imperfection, every insecurity. You trust him with every fiber of your being, yet you can't help the feeling, and you know he can tell. "Hey it's okay, it's just me. You don't have to hide from me."

Meeting his gaze, you can feel the sincerity in his words, can feel the genuine love in every touch as Timothée's hands trail your skin. "I love you," you breathe out.

"I love you, too." Timothée rushes forward and takes your lips between his again. Your bodies are flush against each other, closer than ever as skin meets skin. You can feel the coolness of the silver necklace around Timothée's neck as it falls in-between your breasts, but you don't mind one bit.

Timothée turns the both of you, guiding you backwards towards the large bed in the hotel room. His lips leave yours as he starts to kiss across your jaw and down your neck.

Your breathing becomes more rapid, your senses filled with nothing but Timothée and the feeling of his lips on your skin. You run your hands down the brunette's back, bringing them around to his lower abdomen and tracing the dips you couldn't stop staring at earlier.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Timothée says breathlessly.

"The feeling is mutual." You drop back onto the bed and Timothée wastes no time in following you, hovering over your exposed body. His fingers trace down your sides, stopping once they've reached the waistband of your underwear. Sliding them down your legs, he tosses them to the side before leaning down and hovering over you once more. You reach up and pull on his necklace, bringing him in close to you for a kiss.

You grasp Timothée's hair in your fingers again and let your hands follow his movements as his head begins to travel down your body. Timothée kisses as many parts of you that he can. He nips and sucks on your skin as he goes lower and lower until...

oh.

*****

The room is relatively quiet, only the sound of Timothée in the shower filling the large space. You had already taken one and are now comfortably wrapped up in the bedsheets as you wait for him to join you. Your muscles ache and you can already see small bruises forming around your body, but you couldn't care less. You wouldn't trade tonight for anything.

As you listen to the running water and small hums of different songs coming from Timothée, you reach over and grab your phone, remembering something from earlier.

Opening Twitter, you click the magnifying glass icon, eager to check the trending page. Countless other things occurred tonight, so you're sure even if you and Timothée were trending earlier in the evening, you wouldn't be now.

Scrolling down the page, you're surprised to see the two of you are still one of the top trends. Excitement and wonder fills you, you're eager to see if all those things the fans said earlier are true. Surely you would've noticed if Timothée was showing any signs of interest on the carpet, right?

Clicking on the tag, your phone is instantly flooded with thousands of tweets showcasing different pictures and videos of the two of you on the carpet. Clicking one of the top videos, you notice it's of Timothée and Callie. They seems to be saying something to each other before the camera moves and you pop up on the screen. It goes back to Timothée and you do your best to make out the words he's saying.

It looks as if he says, "God, she's gorgeous," and suddenly your stomach is full of those butterflies again. You watch as Timothée starts to walk towards you on the carpet, but then the video ends. You scroll through the replies and see a bunch of fans' comments, uttering their interpretations of what Tim said. Majority say the same as what you thought and it makes your heart swell to know Timothée's love and adoration is so evident. You can't believe you never realized it before.

Scrolling a little more you come across another video, this time of the two of you on the carpet together. You click it and watch as you turn to look back at Lilah. You study Timothée's movements and take in how his eyes shine as he looks at you, the way his smile gets a little bit deeper. You're not even looking at him in that moment but he still looks at you as if you were.

You watch as Timothée sticks out his hand for you and grin at the way your hand looks in his; perfect. Maybe it's all in your head, but it seems the fans weren't kidding earlier. Timothée really does wear his heart on his sleeve. You couldn't ask for anyone better, nor would you want to.

Timothée comes out of the bathroom and you take him in as he towel dries his hair. His jewelry is long gone, leaving him bare with nothing but a towel on. His skin glistens with the leftover water from the shower, and even being in such a simple state, Timothée is still the most beautiful guy you've ever seen.

It doesn't take long for Timothée to notice you staring. He smiles at you and quirks an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just, God, you're gorgeous," you smile. You're not sure if Timothée even knows you're copying his own statement about you, but it doesn't matter because you quickly find yourself wrapped in his arms, feeling his laughter shake in his chest as he gets shy over your words.

Lightly sighing, you take in this perfect moment, wanting to stay in it forever. Tonight was a whirlwind, it was full of glitz and glamour, gossip and drama, but most importantly it was full of love.

It may have taken longer than it should have for you and Timothée to get together, but you have each other now and that's all that really matters.

And to think it's all because of some academy attraction.

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heyy, you write for timothée right? would you mind do a fake insta for him, with an actress!reader (maybe she is a nepo it girl), and blanca soler or grace abrams as face claim? pronouns she/her !! thanks <33

hiii, I do indeed write for Timothée, so I would be honor to do this request!! hope you enjoy <333

also hope I got “ my angel ” in French right? if not please let me know 😭

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y/nfan09 MY ANGEL !!!

timothéefan00 call me angel 😭😭

zendaya you two <3

y/nfan123 I guess this is them finally confirming they are together after the whole fandom already knew lmao

y/nfan12 y’all weren’t that good at keeping it lowkey, no offense 😭

timothéefan01 not y/n’s fans attacking Timothée smh

y/nfan13 in what way are we attacking? that’s literally how we communicate with yourinstagram, she’s so sarcastic, we take notes from her lol

timothéefan17 y’all y/n’s fans aren’t attacking him at all, they are just sarcastic just like y/n and Timothée! it’s not that deep

pauline.chalamet cutie pie 🥰

yourinstagram you aren’t Oscar Isaac but you will do 🥺

tchalamet pls I’m better than Oscar

yourinstagram no comment

tchalamet no comment indeed

y/nfan18 not y/n comment being about Oscar Isaac when Timothée is legit calling her angel! Her love for Oscar will never go 😭😭

tchalamet I’ve come to terms with it

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y/nfan198 you know it’s serious when she chooses you over Oscar Isaac!

zendaya y/n I can’t with you 😂

y/nfan09 damn Timothée really captured her heart! If y’all remember an interview she did awhile back, she stated that no one will ever have her heart like Oscar Isaac does or should I say did

dovecameron cuties

madelame love birds 🦢

florencepugh y’all are disgustingly adorable 🥰

timothéefan09 y/n let’s pull a freaky friday, let me be you for like a day

timothèefan12 he looks shocked yet also offended by something lmao

yourinstagram I caught him off guard with the photo so that’s why 🥰

y/nfan16 he’s the one y’all

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y/nfan84 love love love them

timothéefan000 we’ve been knowing they were dating …

y/nfan08 idk if I want to be her or be him? or better yet be with her or be with him

y/nfan08 they cute as hell together ngl

timothéefan11 yourinstagram how does it feel, to live my DREAM ?

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garfieldsladybird · 1 year

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heyyy idk if ur request are on or off and if u still write for timothée. but if you do, i had an idea. so like i think its number 6 and the prompt is “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” and the reader is dating timothée and they r at his apartment smoking and he falls asleep before she does and wakes up to her in his shirt

my requests are open so your all good and I will forever write for him!! :)) i love thisss!!! thank you for requesting lovely <333 also sorry it took forever :(( it didn’t have to be this many words but for some reason I just wanted to make it longer.

Cloth | Timothée Chalamet.

timothée x reader. (established relationship)

warnings — words: 1,136. fluff. drugs. marijuana. very detailed about smoking bong hits. smoking a piece of blunt wrap in a bong. blunts have tobacco in it, mentions of tobacco.

a/n: also very proud on how this turned out :)) to all my ppl that lay on the right side of the bed im sorry, I had to choose a side and I sleep on the left 😬

Credits -> This is my work. Their ^ idea. It is to not be plagiarized. Timothée Chalamet is a real human being and I do not know him. This is all fictional. Even if he’s real.

Masterlist, Navigation, Timmy C. List.

It was just one of those lazy days today.

Best days of all days, were you and timothée were just you and timmy, even though that’s an everyday thing with you both, it was a day of no work, no fans- unless you do run into someone when out but no online stuff, and that's it. Just comfort for each other.

The day already passed by, not doing much except smoking, exploring each other’s bodies a few times, going for a walk and ordering some food but it was way too late to order food now, yet the city wasn’t asleep. I mean we are in the city nicknamed ‘The city that never sleeps.’

As of right now, you and timmy were just taking bong hits, relaxing on the bed, and watching a new show on netflix. Today you’ve smoked two blunts and a joint, while also taking bong hits, pen hits, and some dap hits too but that was throughout the day. And now you didn’t have that much weed to roll a joint, not even to roll a blunt... especially when all the cones and blunts you have are rolled and there was no point to smoke one right now.

A sharpe sound was heard, interrupting the tv as the pink lighter in your hand generated a flame. If you look close enough, there was blue at the bottom close to the metal where it was sprouting out from, continuing to go into an ombré of orange to yellow in the form of a candle, but between the blue and orange, it was clear, see-through. surprisingly.

You pull the now lit lighter to the bowl that was full of ground-up weed and a very small piece of a blunt wrap— it was from a leftover roach earlier that day, both of you smoked the weed from the roach so now you were smoking the wrap.

The bong was in your hand over the side table as you lit your herbs on fire and begin to inhale. Covering the carb hole with your thumb, you hear the tv playing but also hear the water bubbling and feeling it drip back down too.

Watching the bowl for a few seconds, a familiar burning sensation in the back of your throat starts building up. Just before it gets too much, you move to uncover the hole and continue to inhale, the air aiding to direct the smoke into your lungs.

You take as much as you could before pulling away, smoke lines come waving through the dark fiery weed from in the bowl. You slowly blow the smoke out, making a small white cloud form in the dark tv lit room.

A grape taste fulls your mouth and the air now smells like it to, and it wasn’t like the medicine grape or the powerade grape flavor but it was in between both of them, tasting better than both in your opinion, the little tobacco in there making it all hit you more. Making the high so much more better.

“mmm, mon amour?” he asked in a mumbled, his face stuffed in a pillow; eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed with his lips in a pout. He was so tired, his arms felt like they could fall off, and he couldn’t open his eyes for shit, he was on the brick falling asleep but he need to say something.

“yea?” you ask with a soft smile.

“come to bedddd…”

Turning to him, you see him all snuggled up, going to lay on your side in front of him, your left hand cupping his jaw, just looking at him with a soft look, memorizing his face once more.

“Je t'aime, and sleepy.” he mumbles, eyes kind of fluttering open but still closed, yawning before his lips push into a kiss face with him humming, his way of saying ‘i wanting a kiss.’

“I love you too,” you gave him a peck but he whines when the warmth of your lips leaves his, giving him a few more smiling when you feel his before pulling away, your lips still touching, “go to sleep,” you whisper with a playful smile.

“no, you,” he mumbles, his hand now wrapping around your waist.

“I’ll come to bed with you, I just have to change, okay.” you kiss him before getting up to change, his arm flopping on the bed, the strength he has, not able to hold you down, all because of the high but as you leave he hums disapprovingly, ‘mhm mhmm’.

When you finally climb back into bed, only a few seconds had passed but he was out like a light. As you were going under the covers and turning the tv down in the process, his arm suddenly wraps around your waist, scaring you a little as he pulls you in, gaining his strength in those two minutes. Both of you are now cuddled together with the show still playing, high, asleep, but still together.

A beam of light was peeking into the room, it was lightening and warming up the carpet, indicating that the sun was up and above the window, saying it was morning. Not that many birds were chirping, but if the windows were open you would hear them talking beautifully to one another, saying good morning to everyone. The cars still making sounds as usual. The city still alive.

The warm ball in the atmosphere has yet to touch the people in the bed. Both still in deep sleep from the night they had, even though that’s an everyday night. on some occasions.

As the hours went by, the morning went higher into the sky, the bright light drifting in the room, going from one place to another, until it shone on the wall above the two lovers from where the rays were glimpsing inwards.

They look beautiful. And peaceful.

He was on his back with you cuddled and laying on him, face in his neck, leg wrapped around his waist, arm on his chest. Like a koala bear.

Disturbing the peaceful air in the room, Timmy grumbles as he rolls over, gently to not disturb you. Now laying more on you, he breathes you in, yawning before giving you a few pecks on the neck. He gets your usual smell but also gets the scent of his too. Lifting his head up a little, he looks down and sees his shirt on you. As soon as he sees that a smile rises up and he buries his face in your neck.

soon enough, you started waking up from the kisses. you cuddle into his chest, he responds by holding you even more. Breathing him in, you lift head a little, yawning you see he’s awake. “morning.” you say quietly, with a very tired smile.

“morning my love,” he says quietly too, voice raspy, with a pleasant smile, before kissing your forehead. You respond with a hum and smile on your face, leaning more into him.

“is that my shit?” he says quietly in your ear with the teasing voice in a smirk.

Still tired, you slowly open your eyes, quickly looking down at your shirt, you look up, making eye contact with him “oh, um. you mean our shirt..?” you end your question with a smirk.

‎© 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖽y𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽. 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾!!

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tea-bag

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I took a shower. I brushed my teeth. I washed my face. I applied my moisturizer. I applied my lip-balm. I followed my routine step by step.

I'm wearing a his hoodie and a pair of his boxers.

The AC is on.

It went from 2 to 4AM in twenty-minutes. I keep turning and tossing trying to fall asleep.

I can’t.

I’m not overthinking. My mind is blank.

I turn, placing my hand under my cold pillow. He’s asleep.

He’s slightly snorting, the comforter sliding down his naked chest.

I wish I could join him in his dreams. My eyelids are heavy and my eyes are burning.

I turn again.

I hear his breathing pattern change, I grimace hoping I didn't wake him.

His arms lace my waist, pressing me tight against him.

“ Y/n. ``His voice is heavy with sleep.

“ Mh? “ I entangle our legs while I hold his hand on my stomach.

“ Why can’t you sleep? “ he nuzzles his head in the crock of my neck, his curls tickling me slighting.

“ Just can’t. It’s frustrating me, I even took melatonin. “ I exhale.

He hums in understandment then he’s quiet for a while.

“ Tisane? “ he asks.

God, I love him. I nod.

He slowly let go of me and hopped off the bed. Quickly snatching a matching black hoodie to his sweats and slides into his slippers.

His curls peeking under the hood. I want to kiss him.

He strides to my side and turns on my side table lamp.

“ C’mhere, “ he slides off the comforter.

He scoops me up bridal style and we make our way down to the kitchen.

He places me on the island tool and I watch him turn on the kettle.

“ Is th- “

“ There’s water inside. “

“ How did ya’know I was gonna say that? '' I giggle.

“ Cuz you’re always on my ass about that, I don't get it. “ He grabs my favorite purple mug from the open cabinet.

“ Maybe because you almost burnt down the fucking kettle the other day? “

“ Ok that just.. never happened. “ he rolls his eyes, placing a tea bag in the mug.

“ I’m trying so hard to not make a tea-bagging joke right now. “ I lay my head on my crossed arms.

“ Shut up, i just woke up. “ he chuckles.

“ I’m sorry. ``I say.

He stops pouring the hot water and turns to stare at my forehead. “ What? “

“ I’m sorry I woke you, I feel bad. “

He turns back and finishes up the tea. “ I don’t think I heard you right. “

“ Tim, I'm serious. “

He hands me the mug. “ Drink this. “

“ Thank you, “ I kissed him. “ I love you. “

“ Me more,“ he sits in front of me, turning on his phone.

I watched him scroll through social media while I sipped on a very needed tea.

“ Babe, listen to this. “ He laughs.

He starts quoting a tweet.

“ And he slammed the door in my face, I felt so humiliated. Denis and the other person watched me as I ran. He heard me all those times I said hi. Timmy spoke to Denis with his headphones in. “

“ And that’s what she deserves for stalking my man! “

He turns off his phone and places it on the counter.

“ Nah for real, i saw her multiple times throughout the day and she just kept following me. Take a hint, i’m not about to take a fucking selfie in front of my building. “

“ Did the tweet get attention? “ I ask, curiously.

He shrugs. “ Just the usual group. I think it’s only gotten their attention. “

“ God bless they’re the only funny ones. You’re like a walking meme, “ I chuckle.

“ Which one? “ He asks, confused. I’m always associating him with memes.

“ ‘When twitters on yo bumper for some shit, but u ain’t even trippen’ “ i quote.

“ Yo! That's about to become my motto. “ He points out laughing.

“ Go uptown, New York City, “ i sing,

“ Bitch. “ We finish dragging out the word together in laughter.

I place the mug in the dishwasher and we finally make our way to bed. Spanking his ass on the way up.

We snuggle in between the sheets and I finally join him in his dreams.

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angel - regulus black

note : small blurb about waking up next to regulus and not wanting to leave ( first fic on here, hope you enjoy! )

warnings : none just fluff and reg being undeniably beautiful

the light above your bodies casted it's rays of light into your face as your eyes gently opened. you gazed through the lightly shaded curtains which blew softly in the wind coming from the open window behind them. you looked to your side, not fully aware of your surroundings yet. you saw his angelic form laying by your side as a gentle smile hung off his face.

the early morning light caught every perfect detail on the man before you's face as it shadowed the parts which were opposite to the highlighted features. karl looked truly angelic as the rays of sunshine danced and glided his figure. you couldn't keep your eyes from him.

leaning over from your position, you graced his lips with yours in a sugar sweet peck before opening your eyes and peer his each and every feature from so up close. you smiled, your teeth showing while he had still only just now processed your small kiss. regulus’ right eye slid open, immediately feeling euphoric when he woke up to your gaze on his.

he smiled.

"how am i so lucky to wake up every day next to a beauty like you?" his morning voice lulled your mind, calming every thought and distant feeling all on him.

"and what did i do in a past life to be loved by an angel?" you answered his question with a inquiry of your own, a light giggle

leaving your lips as he hugged you close to himself by your waist. he buried his head in your neck, his heavenly golden locks tickling your chin and shoulder as his lips glissaded across your skin. his flowery lips barely touching your shoulders and neck as he sent your mind unraveling with each slow, llight, peck.

"reg.. we need to get out of bed," you muttered, beaming as bright as the newly risen sun as you felt safe in his grasp.

"just 5 more minutes love," he responded, a contagiously persuasiveness in his voice which would not let you disagree. you lay there, drawing soft circles with your fingers as his lips painted a stunning painting on your neck and shoulder with each feathery kiss.

"angel." you said once regulus’ five minutes were up, staring at the bedside clock with annoyance as you wanted to enjoy the moment more as much as he did.

"just five more." you chuckled at his persistency.

"reg, we’ll be late," you remind him, picking his fingers off your torso one by one with delicacy.

"i don't care. i want to be with you, here, like this," he responded again, regaining his hands on your body after your efforts to get them off were effortlessly dismissed.

"what if... i walk you to class, hm?" you try to persuade the man holding onto you, his lips never stopping their constant journey of your body.

"hmm, nothing can beat you in my arms here, sorry," regulus hummed, his words begrudgingly making you smile at his heavenly touches and thoughts.

regulus finally leaned his head upwards, his lips gently gliding atop your skin until they gingerly kissed the corner of you own lips before regulus placed them on yours with an ethereally divinity. his eyes glanced up at yours, staring with a captivating persuasion you couldn't resist in the moment.

"hmmm... five more minutes would be nice.."

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all-my-love-for-harry · 2 years

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my happy little pill ✿ | timothée chalamet

my masterlist | warnings: developing dependence to medication, going through withdrawal.

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Mavis has struggled with anxiety pretty much her whole life. For as long as she could remember she's had trouble to execute simple tasks with ease. Like going to the mall on her own or driving a car.

Therapy helped a lot to work on her confidence but four or so years ago her anxiety got so bad they decided to prescribe her some medication to help with her anxiety attacks. Making the decision of starting to take the pills was a big deal to her, and she felt lucky she had Timothée on her corner.

The first two years went by smoothly, taking the medication only when needed. If she was honest she kind of liked the feeling of temporary numbness it brought her every time she popped a pill in her mouth. After so many years of thinking too much it was nice to not feel anything.

The pills also helped her with the terrible insomnia she's had for years. She started noticing how good she'd sleep when she took it, and soon she became dependent on them, taking it even when she wasn't feeling anxious or having an attack, doubling the dose hoping it would make it feel even better.

Timothée began to notice how her medication started to run out sooner than expected, how she stopped taking the pills with him in the same room because she didn't want him to see how many she was taking. He didn't want to make Mavis uncomfortable by asking her but he was starting to really worry about his girlfriend.

"Timmy," Mavis calls out as she enters their shared bedroom. "I'm going out for a bit, I shouldn't take long."

Before she could exit the room, Timothée poked his head out of the master bathroom. "Where are you going?"

"I have to uh- pick up some things at the pharmacy." She forgot to lie and immediately cringed at the way his eyebrows furrowed.

"The pharmacy? Are you feeling sick?"

She figured she couldn't lie now so she told the truth. "I ran out of my pills." She mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear. But of course he did.

"What do you mean you ran out?" With slight panic in his voice he pushed past her, making his way to the cabinet they kept the medications in and searched for her anxiety medication. When Mavis caught up with him he was already holding the empty bottle in his hands, examining it carefully. "These were supposed to last until - chérie," his tone changed to a softer one once he realized. "How many pills have you been taking?"

She lowered her gaze. "Just the amount prescribed."

"Mavis." Timothée's tone was dead serious. He never used her full name, always opting for sweet pet names. That's how she knew he was not playing around. "Have you been feeling anxious lately?"

"The pills help." She mumbled. "I take three before going to sleep every night." Mavis hated lying to her boyfriend, and seeing the worry in his eyes made her feel guilty. "They make me feel good, Timmy. I need them." Her voice cracked and her eyes filled with tears making Timothée to drop the medication bottle and pull her into a hug.

"My sweet girl, I know you do. But you can't crank up your dose like that." He pulled away to swipe the tears off her face with his thumbs. "It's making you more damage than good. You're not yourself, I've noticed."

"But I'm better." She tried to argue. "They make my brain numb, I like that. They also make me sleep better, you know how much I've struggled with that. Please just let me go get them, I will only take the amount prescribed, I promise."

"I don't believe you." He shook his head. "I think we should make an appointment and revisit the idea of the pills."

This made her panic. "No! You do not understand. I...I can’t sleep, I can’t eat without those p-pills...t-they’ve helped me a-and I-I can’t-- I can't s-top taking them."

More tears began to fall and he took this a sign delicately pick her up and place her on the sofa. He kneeled in front of her and began to massage her arms. "Mavis, honey, I need you to breathe, okay? Can you do that for me?"

He started taking deep breaths, in and out, until she started mimicking them to help her calm down. They stayed silent for a while, Mavis taking a hold of Timothée's hand and squeezing it now and then, him doing the same to help keeping her grounded and as a reminder he was still there.

"You're right." She finally spoke. "I should probably stop taking them for a while. I'm just... Timmy, I'm scared of feeling the way I did before."

His eyes softened. "I'm right here, chérie. It won't be easy at the beginning but we'll figure it out, okay?"

He was right. It wasn't easy. The first night was the toughest, her insomnia making a comeback when she didn't take the pills before getting ready for bed. But as he promised, Timothée stayed awake with her as she laid on his chest, stocking her hair gently as she played with the plain silver chain that rested on his naked chest.

He hummed a soft, calming melody to help her relax. That night they didn't sleep at all, watching in silence how the sun raised and the sky cleared from the windows of their bedroom.

They repeated the same routine the next night, Timothée trying some white noises on the speakers because he read that helped people with insomnia to sleep. He carefully crafted a playlist, filtering all the sounds he knew she wouldn't like. The sound of rain made her anxious and the ocean terrified her.

"I feel bad you're not getting any sleep because of me." She said the third night she was getting ready for bed.

"In sickness and in health, baby."

"We're not married." She said as she got into bed, assuming her position on her boyfriend's chest.

"Mmm, we could be." He replied softly before placing a kiss on her temple.

Withdrawal was the worst experience of her entire life. Her hands were shaking more than ever, her knee was bouncing so hard the person next to her was able to feel it. She wanted those pills, she needed those pills. It would be so much easier to just go back to not feel anything rather than feeling every emotion amplified, but she continued to push through.

The first two weeks were a living hell for her, constantly thinking she wouldn't make it, and when she was about to give up and just run to the pharmacy for a new bottle of pills, she'd catch Timothée making her a cup of tea every night, buying expensive silk covers because he read those made you sleep better, fluffing her pillow and lighting a candle with her favorite essence. He was going up and beyond to make sure she felt safe and comfortable.

"I love you so much, Mav. You're so brave, so strong. I can't believe you're mine. I'm gonna make sure you always feel safe."

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 5 months

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Summary: modern fic with my OC; Tim’s a dumbass who got drunk and/or high while on a rich person yacht, fell off and bonked his head, and our girl’s gotta save him. Unfortunately, he accidentally triggers a mermaid mating season within her, and she can’t return to the ocean permanently until, you guessed it, she has his baby. Her fear of humans, especially male humans, only elevates her desire to get away from this famous human man and return home to the ocean. Things are further complicated by his very public relationship.

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valsarchives · 1 year

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mon cœur - t.c

a/n: i used translate for this so forgive me if i made any mistake!

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tchalamet mon cœur t'appartient.

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yourusername je suis à vous.

tchalamet je suis à toi, toujours.

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timmytim56 ok i’ll be the translator guys the caption says “my heart belongs to you.” Y/N says “i’m yours.” And Timothée says “i’m yours, always.” 🥹

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tchalametupdates Y/N TWEETED THIS Y’ALL 😭✋🏻

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yourusername keep smiling like that. i love you and your french nose.

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lixzey · 6 months

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forever yours.

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Timothée Chalamet, cheating on Kylie Jenner? The Wonka actor was spotted kissing an unknown woman in Los Angeles!

You stared at the article on your phone, your hands shaking. You knew you shouldn't think about it; after all, you and Timothée have been dating for four years, and he loves you—only you. But nobody knew that, though. He was a world-famous actor, and you were someone who just so happened to have his heart. You two had decided to keep the relationship low-key and private, away from the chaotic world of Hollywood. Nobody outside of both of your families and friends knew who you were or what you looked like.

You sighed, plopping down on the bed in your boyfriend's apartment. You have been living with him for the last two years, and you loved every bit of it. Timothée was the sweetest boyfriend; he loved to spoil you. He gives you everything that you deserve and more—his words, not yours. You couldn't ask for anything more; you were happily content with the love of your life.

But you still can't brush off the fact that in this story, you were the bad guy.

It all started in December 2022, when Timothée was forced to date Kylie Jenner. His management thought that it would be beneficial for him, seeing that Kylie was Forbes' youngest self-made billionaire and had tons of fans, maybe more than Timothée had. At first, your boyfriend was reluctant. He didn't want to date anyone else other than you. You two argued, but in the end, you convinced him that it would be good for his career.

Timothée signed the contract, and he was obligated to date the youngest daughter of Kris Jenner.

It started with little appearances like Kylie showing up at your home, and you had to leave or hide because there were paparazzis all over the perimeter of your house. Your boyfriend was absolutely apologetic that you had to pretend that you were not his, and it broke his heart to see you smile from the sidelines.

You assured him that everything's alright. You were okay with everything, as long as, at the end of the day, he came back home to you.

Some Timothée's fans were hopelessly praying that it was all some sort of PR stunt—which it actually was, but you signed a non-disclosure agreement. You had no choice but to keep it to yourself. Their 'relationship' went on and on, giving the people the benefit of the doubt.

Until early September, when the PR team decided that it was time to make it public.

You were a little bit heartbroken when you saw it on social media. It was at Beyoncé's birthday concert, a celebrity-studded event, which made it the perfect opportunity to show off their relationship. The way Kylie Jenner had her hands all over your man made your blood boil. Timothée looked uncomfortable, but he didn't have any other choice. You wanted to go and just punch that plastic woman for having her claws all over your boyfriend, but you couldn't do anything. You hated it, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it. Because if you did, Timothée would drop it before you could even say no.

The way your boyfriend has his arms wrapped around that plastic bitch made you want to slap her and tear off all the plastic she had in her fake body. The way she kissed your man made you want to feed her to the sharks in the Atlantic Ocean. The way your boyfriend had his hand over her ass made you want to go and make a deal with the devil to rid the world of that woman, and maybe chop off your boyfriend's hands while you're at it. But again, you couldn't do a thing. You were left to watch while another woman pawed at your man.

Timothée did everything to make it up to you. He would always assure you that it was all for show and nothing more. He loved you, only you, and he would never dream of hurting you. You knew that, of course, but you can't help getting annoyed by it—you won't tell him that though, because you couldn't.

But now you were a homewrecker, a slut.

Apparently, someone saw you and your boyfriend kissing. It was your fourth anniversary. Timothée had brought you to your favorite restaurant in Los Angeles and was enjoying the night, celebrating four years of love. After a bit of wine, he kissed you, like he always did—momentarily forgetting his 'girlfriend'.

The next day, the photo of you and your boyfriend kissing was all over the internet. People were calling you a homewrecker, a slut, a whore, and more. You practically had death threats filling up semi-trucks. People were telling you who you are, and you didn't have a choice, all because you loved Timothée.

All of this for what? Celebrating four years with the man you love?

You buried your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sobs. You felt like the whole world was against you, like you were the villain in some twisted fairytale. What did you do to even deserve any of this? You just wanted to be with your man, but the world had other plans.

“Mon amour? Are you here?” A voice echoed from downstairs. You wiped away the tears from your eyes, putting on another fake smile as you walked down.

“Hey, love. Are you hungry?” You asked, voice breaking. Timothée looked at you, and you knew he knew something was wrong. You mentally kicked yourself for being so utterly stupid.

“What's wrong, mon amour?” Timothée asked, stepping forward and wrapping you in his arms.

“Nothing, it's alright.” You lied. You were getting pretty good at lying, not that you were proud of it.

Timothée sighed, his arms wrapping you tighter against his body. “Y/n, please, baby. I know something's wrong; you've been crying.” You could hear his heartbeat, the loud thumping in his chest calming you. You sighed loudly, burying your face into his chest, the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils. You pulled away abruptly, and the look of confusion on his face made your heart wrench inside your chest.

“I'm okay, don't worry.”

Timothée cupped your face in his hands, your eyes meeting his. “Y/n, please, mon amour. Just tell me, I just want to help.”

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Have you seen the tabloids?”

Timothée sighed, knowing it was about his fake relationship again. “Can you tell me what it is, baby? I'm sorry I haven't checked out the news.”

“It's just....it's silly, honestly.”

“It's not silly if it's bothering you, my love.”

“Someone saw us kissing yesterday, and it's all over the tabloids.” you mumbled, your eyes glued to the floor.

“Oh, baby,” Timothée whispered. “I'm so sorry; I dragged you into this. It's all my fault.” he muttered.

Your heart broke when he said it was his fault. It wasn't; it was the people who were quick to judge. “It isn't your fault, Tim.”

“It is, baby. I shouldn't have agreed to that PR stunt. I should've just turned it down and spent all of my time with you instead-” You cut him off with your lips crashing with his. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You felt all of your worries evaporate into thin air, and all that mattered was him. The man you have spent four years with, the man you see a future with.

You pulled away, making him growl as the feeling of your lips left his. You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby. But….”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But what, baby?” You asked worriedly.

“Can I see what the article says? And anything else related to it?”

Your eyes widened slightly. It was one thing for you to read all of those horrid things people have written about you, but Timothée? He would break at the words people have said about you, and you couldn't live with him thinking his fans were horrible to the woman he loves.

“Baby….”

“Please, mon amour? You don't deserve to get all the hate.”

You playfully raised an eyebrow, trying to diffuse the tension. “Who said I was getting hate?”

Timothée chuckled. “I know Hollywood.”

You let out a deep sigh as you rubbed your temples. “It's horrible, mon amour.”

“I don't care; I still love you no matter what.”

“You really want to read it?”

“Yes, I do.”

You opened your phone and showed him one of the videos on TikTok about the articles.

timmyfan1: omg timmy cheated on kylie with her? yuck, homewrecker.

kyliestan_: such a slut, going after someone else's boyfriend.

timotheestan: die bitch

– timobaby: yeah, go die in a ditch you slut.

– kyjennerbaby: not timothée's fans wanting the girl to die 😭

timotheechalamalabingbong: not timothée throwing away his relationship and career for this girl 😭

kyliebaby: poor kylie, got her heart broken by this douchebag

jennersisters: anyone want to help me find that girl and slap the shit outta her?

– user1: count me in!

– user2: me too! i'm gonna drag that little bitch down

“I'm so sorry, mon amour,” Timothée whispered as he turned the phone off. “You don't deserve any of this.”

You smiled sadly at him. “I know, but this is nothing.”

“No, it's not nothing. They want you to die, and that's not okay…”

“I don't have any plans on dying, Timmy.” You chuckled.

"But…but...”

"No buts. I know it hurts, but we have to live with it. I have to live with it. You'll just have to focus on your career, okay?”

Timothée sighed in defeat. “You're the most precious person in this world; you don't deserve this.”

“And you know it.” You smiled, grabbing his hand in yours. “I don't care about their words anymore, as long as I have you.”

“I don't deserve you.”

“You do; you deserve me and more.” You chuckled, kissing his knuckles. “I love you, no matter what.”

“I love you, Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” Timothée planted a soft kiss on your lips before pulling you again to his chest. “I'm yours, forever yours.”

You sighed contentedly, melting at his touch, feeling comfort and love in your boyfriend's arms. The only thing that mattered in that moment was you and him; no one could ever take away your happiness.

Your boyfriend, your Timothée, yours.

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What about us...

Timothée Chalamet x reader

Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Summary : You and Timothée are dating in secret. You both want to keep the privacy. But what will happen when his PR team has a new great idea?

Words : 6.4K

Disclaimer: Sorry if there are any faults, english isn't my first language. Absolutely no hate to Kylie or their couple. That's just for the story. Hope you enjoy this final part.

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You spent a wonderful week with Timothée. There were no fake dates on the calendar. Of course, you couldn’t really go outside, not often at least or not without being disguised, but it was like before, so it didn’t bother you at all. You still went on walks, and you even went to the movies to see the new Hunger games. All you could say is that you weren’t sure if Snow was really that bad after all, but you are afraid it’s only because Tom Blyth is really cute. That didn’t make Timothée happy, so of course you liked to tease mister jealous about it.

You two were currently at the airport waiting for both Tom and Zendaya. Nobody recognised him. I mean, it’s not that hard to hide, and just in case you weren’t cuddling or anything. You did that when you were on the plane. It happened only one time when one person recognised him but everyone thought you were his secretary or someone “not important”.

“Y/N!!!!” You hear someone scream. And you recognised Zendaya and Tom both with caps and sunglasses who were running to you. You are nearly knocked over when she finally puts her arms around you.

“Oh my god, Z!!!” You laugh. You give her a big hug, then you do the same to Tom. “It’s a wonder how we manage to stay incognito with the two of you screaming like this” everybody shares a laugh before you and Timothée take your suitcases and follow Tom and Zendaya to Tom’s car. When you were about to go in, Timothée got a call from his manager, so you waited for him.

“F*ck ! Why right now?!” he swears quietly.

“What? What happened? “ You ask, and all three of you look up at him.

“Jack just told me that I have to go wait for Kylie’s private jet to land.” He looks directly at you, knowing you wouldn’t like that. But he doesn’t like this either. He wants to spend much more time with you.

“Okay you go do that.” You tell him with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He knows that, he can see it.

“I’m really sorry, mon cœur. I promise it will be over very soon and I’ll join you later so we can visit a little bit of the city.”

“Yeah okay” you mumble, causing him to sigh. He takes you in his arms, and you reciprocate the hug.

“I love you” he kisses your head.

“I love you too”

You don’t look at him when he takes his suitcase and goes back inside the airport, without his disguise this time. People have to see him with his girlfriend anyway. You don’t know if you are overreacting or not. It’s just that you were supposed to spend time with him in Brazil, a country where both of you never went. You know it’s not because last week nothing happened that this PR idea was over. But a part of you wanted to believe it anyway. Just two weeks right? You sigh loudly and then recompose yourself. Two weeks and your boyfriend is completely yours again, and the world will finally know.

You turn around and go inside Tom’s car, with him being in the driver’s seat and Z right next to him. You go on the back seat and buckle your belt. When you finally look up, you see the both of them looking at you with a look between concern and compassion.

“What?” you say. They look at each other before looking back at you.

“Are you okay?” Tom asks.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Y/n...”

“He promised that he’ll be joining me later to visit the city, so that’s fine” you cut her off. Not wanting to talk about it. You have to see the positive.

You then look at the window, silently telling them you are done with this conversation. They look at each other again before Tom starts the car. Zendaya puts on some music. A good Rihanna blasts inside the car, and you get your smile on your face. You don’t want to be too moody and you want to have a good time with your friends. You don’t see them very often, after all.

The three of you first went to the hotel to get rid of all your stuff. You were supposed to take a quick nap after the early morning you just pulled off, but you were too excited to wait any longer. So you immediately changed into something a little more convenient for the weather and went out. You spend the entire afternoon just exploring the city. Of course, you had to try a snack or two, and it was so delicious. You even took a lot of pictures.

You didn’t want to, but you spent a lot of time checking your phone for Timothée to text you that he was coming, which never happened. It was dinner time when you said to Tom and Z that you were going back to the hotel. You wanted to go wait for Timothée so that you could eat together. And you knew that they wanted a little moment for themselves.

And now here you are, sitting on the double bed. Waiting for your boyfriend to come so you can both go out again.

And you wait, and wait, and wait again. When the clock hits 9pm, you decide to stop having hope. You change into your pyjamas and just scroll on your phone. You want to call Z to talk, but you don’t want to be a bother in their date.

It is 10 pm when the door of your hotel room opens. You told him that you would leave a key at the reception for him. You look up from your phone. Timothée closes the door, and when he finally turns around, you can see his guilty face. At least he knows he fuckep up.

“Hey...” He approaches you and sits on the bed right next to your laying form. He lifts his hand like he wants to touch you, but he drops it with a sigh.

“I know what you are going to say. Don’t worry about it.” You say with your eyes down.

“You and I both know it’s not okay”

“Yeah I know. And I’m glad you know too. You promised you will be there. I don’t even understand how it took you so long just to see her at her jet.”

“I really thought it would be just waiting for her and like carrying her luggage while people watched us.” He pauses for a moment. “But Jack had other plans for us. They wanted us to go around a few spots in the city. I suppose you saw my stories on Instagram.” You did. They were of a few places in the city, and in some of them, you could see Kylie’s silhouette. That definitely made the fans crazy. “Since tomorrow is the convention, they wanted us to take a lot of pictures to post later. I don’t even remember how many times I had to change, so people would think we are on vacation.” He looks at you for a reaction. You don’t say anything. He already knows what you are feeling. “I also had a little talk with Jack and Linda that tomorrow we are going official”

“How?”

“After the panel, they want me to like go off stage and hug her. And while doing so, she will say that she loves me and the mic will catch it so everybody can hear.”

“That will make them lose their minds.”

“Yeah pretty much.” He chuckles with a hint of sadness. “I’m sorry for everything. You know if I could I would have spent the day with you.”

“I know that. It’s just so frustrating. I don’t know if I can go on like this much longer.” You say while playing with his fingers.

“I told you that it’s all going to end soon. I don’t think there will be too much left after that. The Wonka premiere is in two weeks, and I think they planned for us just to post the pictures that we took together. And then I’ll delete them all, and people will think it’s over.”

“Okay. I hope you are right.”

And with that, he goes to change before joining you on the bed. He puts on The Lion King because he knows it’s a comfort movie for you. You were cuddling into him when you heard his soft snores. You aren’t feeling sleepy like him. You are too afraid for that. Afraid of what’s going to happen tomorrow. Afraid of seeing her telling him that she loves him and him saying it back. He wasn’t supposed to, but you couldn’t shake the thought out of your head. And what will people think anyway? What if they liked your boyfriend with her and two weeks later he showed up with you at the premiere? You will certainly get a lot of hate for “breaking them”. You finally drift into unconsciousness due to exhaustion.

The next morning, you woke up and got ready to go to the convention. Jack already gave the pass to Timothée yesterday. When he emerges from the bathroom, he sees you waiting for him at the door. He can see that you are lost in your head, probably thinking of what’s about to occur today. Of course, he understands why. He doesn’t need to be a genius to know that this whole situation is hurting you. It all will be worth it when you’ll be on his arm in two weeks.

“Hey Y/n?” You come out of your daydreaming session to see Timothée walking to you. “Do you think you could tell your head to stop saying bad things to you. It’s really pretty, but sometimes it needs to shut up.” He grins and opens his arms. You roll your eyes.

“Well it would stop if my curly head didn’t agree to this thing” you say with sarcasm. Of course you knew that he didn’t have a choice. He stings his tongue at you.

“What’s on your mind right now?”

“You know what. Remember the rule?”

“Yep no kissing on the lips. I can assure you I want yours and only yours” he says and kisses you. “I. Only. Want. Those. Sweet. Puffy. Lips” he says with a kiss between each word.

“Okay okay stop it now.” You giggle. “Come on, I want to see what outfit they prepared for you.”

And you both go downstairs to catch up with your best friends before you go into the cars. Zendaya and Timothée in one and Tom and you in the other one. There will be fans waiting for their entry, and while you couldn’t be seen for obvious reasons, Tom doesn’t like unnecessary attention, so he will stay hidden with you.

When you arrive, you go with Tom to do a little walk before the panel. See the place while Z and Timothée are in the dressing rooms with Florence and Austin. And you suppose Kylie is there too. When it was time for you to go back to the panel, you both took your seats. It wasn’t too far but not in the middle either.

Music begins to be heard, and the people start to scream like crazy. You are really wondering if your ears won’t try to fund a way to fall off your body to survive.

And soon enough, the panel begins with DenisVilleneuve join soon enough by Austin, Florence, and Zendaya. She wears a white dress that makes her look divine. Well, you think that’s a good way to describe her since that’s the word that felt from Tom’s lips when he saw her. Of course, you agree with him. You tease him about it, but shut your mouth pretty fast when Timothée walks on stage.

“Woaw” you whisper.

“Now I think we can both agree that I’m not the only whipped person here.” Tom grins.

“Oh shut up” you both laugh.

You listen to everybody on stage talk about the movie and its production, the process of everything. You, of course, are listening very closely. You are obviously a fan of your boyfriend, but you also loved Dune part 1. It is really the kind of movie you love to watch. You are so excited when they let you watch the first 10 minutes of the movie. I'm so excited that Tom has to use all his strength, so you will stop gripping his arm like a maniac. When the clip is over and the questions from the fans begin to be asked, you remember what was about to happen. The panel will be over soon, and so will the world know about them. You start to feel nervous so you try to relax a little. Everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to go as planned.

The audience starts to clap loudly, and you realise the panel is ending. You can feel your heart beats loudly in your chest. You see Denis, Austin, Florence, and Z walk out before Timothée follows them. From here, you can see Kylie jumping into his arms. They are in the perfect place, hide enough so the fans think they aren’t supposed to see them, but not hide enough so not even one person can’t see them. They both hug pretty tightly, and then they loosen a little to look at each other.

“I love you” Kylie says. And like planned, the mic catches it and everybody starts to scream. They act like they are in shock, but when the screams got louder that’s your mouth that opens wide.

They are kissing. On the lips. They. Are. Kissing. On. The. Lips. The only rule was no kissing on the lips. And yet, right now, her lips are on his. You feel the tears in your eyes, and before you can see much longer, you run to the exit.

What you didn’t see is Timothée pushing her away immediately. He’s looking at her with disbelief. And when they go in the back, he takes Kylie’s hand to take her to his dressing room before shutting the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he screams at her. He is just so angry. He knows you saw it, he knows it was like a sacred rule. And he’s so angry because when he looked for you he only found Tom looking in every directions to find you.

“What the fuck is wrong with YOU?! Why did you do that?! It was all planned remember” Kylie strikes back.

“This freaking kiss wasn’t!”

“Well I was feeling the moment, and I felt like we needed to kiss. What’s the big deal anyway?”

“The problem is that I have a girlfriend, and the only rule that we had was no kissing!” he said and just storms off. He has to talk to you right now. He can’t even imagine what’s going on inside your head. On his way out, he fell into Zendaya. Who seemed to be looking for him.

“Timothée Hal Chalamet, what did you do?!” She whispers angrily at him. “I just saw Tom's text saying that he can’t find Y/N”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, I swear.” He says, completely desperate. “We were not supposed to kiss, I promised it to her, and now I just broke another one.”

“You better go fix this” it’s all Zendaya says. She don’t want to be mad at him. She knows how hard it’s for him because he can’t control anything while he’s the one that has to do all the reparations.

He just sighs and goes again to the exit. But unfortunately, now it’s both Jack and Linda who stop him.

“What?!” Timothée asks clearly annoyed.

“”First you calm down, and second, we are going to talk about the panel.” Jack says.

“I’m sorry. Can we talk about this later? I really have to do something very important.”

“We can talk about that later if you want.” Timothée feels relieved, but Jack had to open his mouth again. “But we have to talk about our little arrangement.”

“What about it?” Timothée asks. He knows he is talking about the ending part of the plan. He looks at Linda for an answer.

“We decided that we were not going to end anything before Wonka was out.” She tells him, and Timothée’s face becomes pale.

“What do you mean? We had an accord. Everything is ending before the Wonka premiere. I can’t do this anymore, guys.”

“We don’t understand why we couldn't go any longer. If your relationship with Kylie stops here, you could say goodbye to your career. People will definitely know it was just a PR thing, and we are all going to be affected really badly. You can say goodbye to any more roles because even if you are in a new movie, people won’t want to see a liar. Wonka will be a disaster and Dune 2, too.”

“I don’t care. It has to stop.”

“Let me be clear” Jack puts his hands on his shoulders. “You don’t have a choice here. It’s either you continue or you lose everything.” He says sternly.

Timothée shrugs his hands off of him and storms off. He feels so angry but also so desperate to find you. He met with Zendaya and Tom to go back to the hotel. It feels like the longest drive of his life. When they are there, he jumps out of the car and runs to your room.

He opens the door and when he enters the sight before him breaks his heart. You are fully crying on the bed. Your back facing the door. When you hear the door shuts, you turn around. He can see your puffy eyes. You stand up and whip your tears away before walking up to him.

“You promised.” You say sternly. “You promised you would take me from the airport. You promised that we would spend time together to visit the city. You promised you wouldn’t go that far with her.” You aren’t screaming at him. You are stating the facts. What you are saying is that you are hurt by all of this.

“I know, okay. I messed up a lot for the last few months.” He starts crying. “I know how much I’m hurting you, and I can’t do anything about it. I’m just so sorry. I prom- I swear the kiss wasn’t planned. I immediately pulled off of her and took her away. I screamed at her right away, and then I stormed off to get to you.” He sniffles. “It’s killing me that I have to do this, and now that this isn’t ending anymore like I thought it was I-“

“Wait what? You’re telling me that it’s not over?”

“I- I know I promised, and I was so sure it was the end. But Jack told me on my way out that there was no way that we would stop this. They said that if we stop now, then people will find out that it was pur bullshit and that my career will be over.”

“Okay...” You just say. You turn around and take your suitcase out.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He starts to freak out.

“I’m leaving okay.” You state while you begin to pack. He tries to take your arm away from your clothes, but you yank it back before turning to look at him. “I can’t do this anymore, Timmy. I won’t. It’s hurting me too much. And what about us?! We are not really together since this whole thing started. We are hurting too much to go on like this.”

“Don’t talk like that. I know we are hurting, but we can do this. We just go on a little longer, then when it’s over, we can be like before. Just the two of us. I will end everything. I will tell everyone the truth and everything will stop.”

“You can’t do that. You know how much I want this to be over.” You chuckle sadly. You take his hands in both of yours before looking into his eyes. “You know that if you tell the truth, then people will call you a liar. Your career will be over. And if we add me in the equation, everybody will think that you were cheating on Kylie. We would get so much hate. It’s the same outcome either way.”

“Please don’t do this” he pleas. “I can’t live without you.”

“I’m doing this for me, for you. We can’t go on like this. This is breaking us apart. I can’t watch you be with her and wait for you to be with me.”

“I promise I can change.”

“You and I both know that you can’t. I know you want to. I know that every promise that you didn’t keep wasn’t because you didn’t want to do so. But every time, this fake relationship is going to come our way.”

“I’m so in love with you Y/N Y/L/N” he sniffles. He knows he can’t do anything about it. You are putting a stop to this because it hurts the two of you too much.

“And I’m so in love with you too Timothée Chalamet. I will always love you. This isn’t me falling out of love with you. This is me choosing us.” You finish your suitcase before taking everything and going to the door. You turn one last time around to see Timothée watching you. His cheeks are so wet from all the tears that still fall from his red eyes.

“I’m going to miss you.” He says and takes you into his arms. You put your head on his chest, wanting to hear his heartbeat one last time. You don’t want to do this, but you have to.

“I’ll miss you too.” You stand back and finally open the door. You stop and look back at him when he begins to talk again.

“I love you”

“Really really really?” You smile. That is the saddest smile anyone has ever seen.

“Really really really.” He reciprocates it.

“I love you too.”

And with that, you walk out of the room, out of the hotel, and wait for a cab to take you to the airport.

“Y/N!!”, you turn around to see Z. Maybe if you tell the story, people would say that it is Timothée that should be here, running after you. But you are glad he is not. You need to do this for you, and for him, you couldn’t go on like this. And if it was him, you are not sure that your mind will stay put. “Why are you leaving? Are you okay?”

“I think it’s obvious I’m not.”

“What happened?”

“I just can’t do this anymore, Z. I thought that I could handle it but I realised that I can’t. I’m hurting too much.” You start to cry again, and she takes you in her arms. “I just love him so much, but this is not possible.”

“Oh sweetheart. You know I’m with you in this. But are you sure this is the right choice to make?” she looks into your eyes. She can see that you are sure of your decision, but she doesn’t want this to happen. She doesn’t want to see her two best friends drift apart. Of course, she understands you. She probably would have done the same. Maybe she wouldn’t have lasted as long as you. When you are going to answer back, you hear a car horn. You both turn to see a cab. Your cab.

“I have to do this, Z. I can’t watch the love of my life with a girl that’s not me anymore.” You say then take your suitcase and walk to the cab.

“Don’t be a stranger” she calls out.

“I promise” you scream back with a smile. A smile full of tears but still a smile.

When Zendaya goes up to your room, she sees Tom waiting at the door. He was supposed to talk to Timothée while she was downstairs with you.

“Nothing?”

“No, he doesn’t want to open the door. You?”

“She left. She took a taxi to the airport and she’s not coming back.” Zendaya decides to knock on the door. “Timothée? Please let us in. You need to talk about it.”

“I need to be alone so get the fuck away!” Timothée screams trough the door. The couple look at each other before deciding to leave him alone.

Timothée isn’t really happy that he screamed at them like this. But he really needs to be alone to process everything. And yes, he took the overpriced ice cream that was in the minibar.

You left. You really left. He just lost the most important thing in his life. He didn’t go after you because he knew you didn’t want him to. He understands your reasoning. He isn’t mad at you for not trying any longer. How could he even think about being mad at you? You are right. This situation can’t go on any longer. He knows that you were hurting too much by this. He thinks that the only thing he wishes is that you saw the way he was hurting, too. He knows it’s not the same, but being forced to do something you don’t want to is horrible. He didn’t want to do this. At first, he only did it to protect you and himself from all the hate. Now he knows that it took proportions that were too big because he knows that you didn’t give up just because it was a little too difficult.

Every time he was with his fake girlfriend, he felt bad. He felt trapped. He felt like a puppet on a string being manipulated by the PR teams and his manager and even by the public. He didn’t have a choice about what he had to do or say or even think. Nobody wants to be held against their will. He feels so trapped in all this bullshit that he doesn’t know how to get away from it.

Days begin to pass, Timothée is back in LA, and the Wonka premiere is tomorrow night. The only thing he knows for now is that he needs to get you back. He thinks you both needed a little time to calm down to ease your minds. But now it’s over, and he will make sure you are both together again. He can’t lose you because he needs you in his life. You bring him so much joy and peace. You bring him comfort every day. He can’t lose all of it. He won’t.

He knows that in order for the bullshit to stop, he needs to go against his manager and his PR team. He needs to tell the world the truth. But if he does so, he will probably lose everything. Not everything because you are his everything to him. But he can say goodbye to his career.

Just when he was about to ask himself if it was worth it, he shut himself up. Of course, it is worth it, your freaking dumbass. He would lose everything if it meant he could be with you forever. Okay, he needs to fix everything NOW.

With this new mindset Timothée jumps out of bed. He is so excited to get you back that his foot gets caught in his sheets, and he falls. He stood up immediately. He couldn’t care less about the pain. He needs to move and fast. The Wonka world premiere is tomorrow, and with the fact that he needs to fly to your home first, then he needs to think of the time it takes to fly to London. Not to mention that it’s already dark outside. He doesn’t stress. He will miss the premiere if he has to.

He takes his phone, unlocking it for the first time since he came back from Brazil. He didn’t want to tall to anyone. No, he didn’t post the pictures with Kylie. Yes, his manager wasn’t happy. He will be even angrier tomorrow anyway. He only checked his phone to see if you sent him anything. You sent nothing, and that’s okay.

He is out of the house in one hour. The time he took to clean himself up, bought his ticket and made his suitcase. While he is waiting for the boarding to begin, he calls Jack.

“Mr Timothée Chalamet. I hope you have a good excuse for what you did. What you didn’t do, actually.” Jack answers immediately, clearly angry at the actor.

“I have a really good one, actually.” Timothée answers with a smile a little too big.

“Well my ears are wide open.” Jack says, annoyed.

“I’m just not doing your fake relationship anymore. It’s over Jack. Tomorrow night, I will be at the premier without Kylie, and that’s final.”

“Absolutely not. You are going with Kylie, and you will play loverboy until I decide it’s over. You don’t have a choice.”

“Actually, I have a choice, and I choose to stop.”

“That’s it I’m not working with you anymore, you fucking-“

“Yeah great bye.” Timothée hangs up the phone. He doesn’t need to hear Jack’s annoying voice anymore. Nobody does anyway.

He texts Kylie’s team to tell them that it’s not necessary to come tomorrow. His flight is ready to start the boarding, but he quickly taps something on his phone before putting it in his bag and walking to his flight. Full with confidence.

T- I’m getting her back.

Z- Took you long enough dumbass. Now go get your girl.

Now that he is standing in front of your door, he wonders if he shouldn’t have prepared a little speech. His confidence is long gone by now. He don’t know what to do. Does he knock on the door? Well it’s a stupid question because he will have to do it. Otherwise, you won’t answer. But what if you aren’t answering? Maybe you’ll see his face then decide not to open the door. Maybe you’ll not even hear that he is there. Well, you are a light sleeper, so maybe you will wake up. Are you even asleep right now? Maybe he should go and come back later. Yeah, that’s actually a pretty good id-

“Timothée?” he jumps at your voice. When he looks at the door, you are right in the doorway dressed in your pyjamas with a tired face and messy hair. At that moment he couldn’t find something more beautiful than you.

“Y-Y-Y/n. What’s up?” What’s up?! That’s what he has to say?! What is he doing?!

“Well I just woke up, and I saw you doing circles in front of my house.” He can’t say what you are feeling right now. You don’t seem angry, which is great, but you don’t seem happy either. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk with you. Can you let me in?” You ponder for a moment, but let him in anyway.

“Do you want a drink or something?” You ask when you come back from getting a hoodie. It is one of his. He wants to feel hope, but he also doesn’t want to jump to a conclusion.

“A coffee would be nice. I spent the whole night in the airport.”

“Yeah I’m sure it was pretty long. Don’t you have a premiere to intend tonight? Shouldn’t you be in London right now?”

“I couldn’t go without my girl.” This causes you to stop pouring him his coffee. “Y/n-“

“No. You know it’s impossible. We-we can’t.” Your hands start to tremble, so he takes them in his. At this, you look into his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that you missed so much.

“Y/n it's over. I ended it. I came here to take you with me to the premiere tonight. I want to spend this evening with you and make it unique. Because every moment I spend with you is unique.” He says in a sweet voice.

“How can I trust you? Is it really over?” Your eyes are glowing with your tears that are threatening to fall.

“Do you still love me?” He couldn’t help but hold his breath. He knows you said that you will always live him, and you left not too long ago even if it felt like eternity.

“Of course I do. How could I stop?” You smile, and he smiles back.

“I love you too. And that’s why you should trust me when I say to you that there isn’t a fake relationship in the way. And if you don’t trust me with this-“ He lets go of one of your hands to take his phone. He unlocks it, and you cloud see a picture where the two of you make silly faces. He goes into his call app. “-this is how my phone looks right now. And it won’t stop.”

You can see that he got a tone of phone calls. Some are from his manager, others are from his PR team and even some from Kylie’s. And when you see the messages that he got as well. All of them were in bold and with a lot of punctuation.

“I think that Jack isn’t really happy.” You say with a chuckle.

“You really think? Maybe that is his way of telling me thank you for all the great years.” He chuckles too, and this time you laugh. He can’t stop his smile from growing. “So what do you say? Do you want to come with me tonight?”

“Wait. Do you want me to accept a demand so unofficial like this?” You tease. He rolls his eyes before looking inside one of your cupboards and takes something out. He goes down on one knee.

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N, the queen in my world, would you do me the greatest honor to come with me tonight as my most beautiful date to the Wonka premiere in London?” He opens his hands and offers you one of your favourite chocolate.

“Well, you know I’m a very busy woman, but I think that I can clear my schedule for you.” You both laugh.

He stands back up and takes you into a bone crushing hug. You are both laughing before the tears take over. They are happy tears.

“I’m missed you so much. You don’t know how much I’m happy that I got you back.” He mumbles into your hair.

“I missed you too. So much. I’m so glad you came. Life is so hard without you.” You sniffles. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He slightly pulls away to look at your face then at your lips. And before you know it you are kissing soflty. A kiss full of love. But you pull away suddenly with a gasp. “What? What is it?”

“I don’t an outfit for tonight.” You begin to panic. “And how are we going to be here on time. London is too far you are going to be late for your own movie.”

“If we go in the next hour, we can be on time and all glamed up. I took care of that for you. You are going to make people so jealous, I promise.” He calms you down, and when he finishes his sentence, you run into your house, packing everything.

Timothée watches you doing so. He tries to help you, but you shut him up, so he just sits on the couch until you are ready to go. He can’t stop smiling. He can’t believe he got you back, and this time, he will make sure you don’t even think about leaving him.

Hours later, you are both all dressed up riding in the backseat of a black car that is taking you to the place of the premiere. The outfit Timothée wears is incredible. You are so in love with the necklace. Yours is pretty good, too. It is gorgeous actually and Wonka themed. It is perfect.

“Can you stop with your leg mon cœur? You are making the whole car shake.” Timothée says while putting his hand on your bouncing knee.

“Sorry.” You chuckle. “I’m so nervous. What if people’s don’t like me or throw things at me? And what about the questions?”

“Don’t worry about anything. If they don’t like you it’s their lost. I don’t care because I have you, and I want you here with me on my arm. And can tell you that no one will throw something at you. And if you don’t believe me, I promise I will stand in the way to protect you.”

“You’ll do that for me?” You both laugh before he looks into your eyes.

“I’ll do anything for you.” And you know that he means it.

When the car comes to a stop, your stress comes back up again. Timothée takes your hand and squeezes it, telling you that he was there for you. You nod to him, and he walks out of the car. You can hear the fans screaming like crazy. He goes on your side and opens your door for you before taking your hand in his. When you walk out, you are met with a lot of flashes and a lot of screams as well. People don’t know you, but seeing someone new at Timothée’s arm made them wild. And so the evening begins, you watch the love of your love doing what he loves. He signs pictures, posters, and some crazy things you don’t even understand why, but it makes you laugh. People are asking about you, and each time Timothée answers that you are his real girlfriend. He even goes all to the way, saying that the thing with Kylie was all fake. You were afraid of what people would think, but all the responses you got are pretty great. When you both start to stand on the carpet in front of all the photographs, you are blinded by the lights and slightly put your head on his shoulder. He chuckles slightly before looking at you, is eyes full of love.

“I love you.” He says.

“Really really really?” You ask with a big smile that is contagious.

“Really really really.”

And you knew from that moment that everything would be okay. You both have each other, and that’s all that matters.

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The end of the series. I'm sorry it was so long, but I really wanted it to be in three parts so that the titles would match.

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“Hearts for a sweetheart.”

Summary: Bumping into a sweet chocolatier evolves into something even sweeter (Timothée Chalamet!Willy Wonka x fem!reader)

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Kissing, swearing (once I think).

Walking along the street, I’m interrupted by a sea of cheers as a man in an elaborate get-up passes around chocolates and sweets with a strong smile. As he walks through the crowd, people push forward, reaching for the chocolates forcing me forward, almost causing me to fall to the ground.

After nearly tripping over from the force of the crowd, I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to look at the person, steadying myself.

“Are you alright, miss?” The extravagant man asks.

Looking over him I can’t help but smile a little at his top hat and jacket, finding it endearing combined with his gentle nature.

“I’m okay.” I say as he helps me stabilise myself.

“Would you like a chocolate?” He asks with a new kind of smile, a toothy grin as he extends his arm, a tray of chocolates decorating the plate.

“Thank you but I can’t afford your fancy chocolates.” I deny, looking down a little ashamed as the crowds of people still surround us although they’ve quietened down a bit now.

“They’re free. No price for you, or anyone.” He pauses after saying ‘you’, seemingly forgetting the rest of his sentence.

“Really?” He nods and I reach to take one gently. “Thank you, mister…” I pause, not knowing his name.

“Mr Wonka, chocolatier.” He grins as he tips his hat towards me with a smile.

“Thank you Mr Wonka, the chocolatier.” I smile before seeing him disappear back into the crowds.

I only see him a couple more times as he looks back at me with a smile plastered on his face, his top hat sticking out above the crowds making me chuckle before putting the small chocolate into my mouth, resting it delicately on my tongue.

Closing my mouth, I start to chew the chocolate, truly surprised by the delicious treat. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. I try to savour it but it’s gone too soon, making me wish it would last forever.

Mr Wonka, a name I would not soon forget, in fact I couldn’t stop thinking about the man: his chocolates, his fashion and most of all his endearing, sweet nature. Walking through the streets, making my way home I ponder whether I would see him again or how. He must have a shop or a stall or something similar, maybe with the other chocolate stores? It doesn’t seem like he’d fit in with those pretentious sellers who seem to have no love for the art of food, let alone chocolate.

After a couple of weeks I had saved up some coins, not enough to get me more than one chocolate I doubt, but it'd be worth it both for the delicious chocolate and to see him again. With my coins in my pocket, I wander through the town centre, keeping my eyes out for the chocolatier but I don’t spot him.

Making it to the palace of chocolate stores I begin to feel the cold nipping at my skin, regretting not bringing my jacket. I walk through the doors, feeling very fancy as I do so, looking at the patterned floors and incredible glass dome roof.

Feeling a slight shiver I hurry along, looking to the stores and suddenly seeing a new store: Wonka. Upon seeing the name I make my way towards the store, taking in the beautiful design and calligraphy.

Walking in I’m instantly taken aback by the extraordinary interior, colourful candy delights disguised as nature causing me to gasp. Frozen, I stand in the door probably looking quite shocked as after a few seconds I feel a tap on my shoulder causing me to turn around, eyes going a little wide at the slight shock.

“Hello miss.” I turn around to see Mr Wonka smiling. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to see you again.”

“You remember me?” I ask, tilting my head slightly confused.

“Of course I do, I only regret that I didn’t ask your name last time we met.”

“(y/n), Mr Wonka.”

“Ah, call me Willy, last names are too formal for me.” He chuckles and I nod before looking around.

“Your store is incredible.” I say, looking around awe-struck.

“Why thank you, would you like a tour?”

“You’ve probably got more important things to do…” I say quietly with a soft smile.

“Nonsense! What could be more important than showing a woman as lovely as yourself around?” He asks with a charming smile. “Now, what kind of chocolate do you like?”

I think about it for a second, realising how long it’s been since I’ve had chocolate, excluding the last time I bumped into Willy. “The normal kind of chocolate?” I say, unsure.

“Normal kind?” He raises an eyebrow playfully. “Milk chocolate?” I nod.

“I think so, the chocolate you gave me last time was delicious, the best I’ve ever tasted.” I smile.

“Thank you, that means more than you realise.” He says softly, a tone of sincerity. “I’ll make you something special.” He grins. “Do you want to look around for a minute? I won’t keep you waiting too long.” He smiles, I nod before he seems to disappear before I even realise.

I walk towards the river watching as the boat goes round and round, the mechanisms seem incredible. Crouching down by the river I reach for a flower, inspecting the treat before taking a tentative bite from the petal. I let out a sigh, the treat tasting even better than I thought it would. Standing back up I take the flower with me, nibbling on the petals as I walk around the store, in awe at all the beautiful decorations.

A few seconds later, Willy pops up from out of nowhere, startling me slightly but with a small box in his hand.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He offers a small smile. He removes the lid from the box revealing a set of three chocolate hearts with delicate piping on top.

“Wow, these are beautiful.” I say, staring at the artwork.

“Hearts for a sweetheart,” He grins, flustering me a little.

“Thank you… How much do these cost?” I ask, trying not to be awkward but failing.

“Nothing, well except that I get to see your reaction, I think you’ll like them. I based them off of the chocolate you had a couple of weeks ago but made them better.”

“Are you sure? I have some coins.” I reach into my pocket, pulling out some coins but fumbling them leading multiple to fall to the ground. “Shit, sorry…” I say quietly before crouching down and reaching for the coins.

Willy does the same helping me pick up the coins as his hand accidentally brushes against mine. We both look up at each other before I look away embarrassed. He holds my hand, turning it over and placing the coins in my hand before folding my hand, covering the coins. He brings my hand up to his face, pressing his lips against my wrist with a small smile.

“Thank you…”

“Don’t worry about it.” He says as we both stand up again, I slide my coins back into my pocket.

He offers me the box and I take one of the three heart chocolates and place it in my mouth.

“Oh my god, you’re a genius.” I sigh, enjoying the chocolate. “These are incredible.”

“Thank you.” He grins, a proud expression on his face. “Would you like anything else? A buttercup? Cotton candy cloud? Cherries? Gummy bears?” He shoots off options one after the other at a quick speed.

“What would you recommend?” I ask, tentatively.

“Please follow me.” He smiles, leading me around the store to a patch of flowers. Crouching down, he plucks a few flowers, matching them by colour and tying them to make a chocolate bouquet before passing it to me.

“It’s beautiful.” I smile. He pulls out one more flower and tucks it behind my ear.

“Don’t worry, that’s a real flower.” He reassures me with a soft smile.

“Thank you.” I say softly.

“They’re chocolate, one’s white, dark and the other milk so you can work out what you like.” He says gently arranging the flowers. “Then you can come back and I can make you some more.” He chuckles. “The more information you can give me, the better the chocolate will taste!”

“Thank you, Willy, but I should get going now, I didn’t realise it had gotten so dark…” I say quietly as I look outside.

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” He shrugs as we walk towards the door and I start to feel the cold breeze against my skin. “Are you cold?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

“A little, I should’ve brought my jacket.” I dismiss with a small smile. “I’ll see you around, Willy.” I say, stepping out of the door and walking away.

About a second later, I hear him speak again. “(y/n) wait!” He says and I turn around as he walks towards me, pulling off his long magenta jacket and sliding over my shoulder.

“Now you’ll get cold.” I chuckle, pulling the coat around me a little tighter.

“I’m okay, I was getting a bit warm anyway.” He smiles before looking behind me into the night. “Can I walk you home?” He asks, sweetly.

“You want to walk me home? I don’t live very close to your store…”

“Even more reason for me to walk with you.”

“Okay, if you’d like to, I won't stop you.” I smile brightly as he walks next to me.

“You know, you look really beautiful when you smile.” He says which only makes me smile more.

“Stop.” I chuckle.

“But it’s true.” He smiles. “You’re truly the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” He says in a gentle but more serious tone.

“Thank you.” I whisper looking up to him before resting my head on his shoulder as we walk. “You’re really an incredible guy.”

“Ah, I just make chocolate.” He chuckles.

“Really good chocolate.” I smile. “And you make it look really pretty and your shop is incredible. I’ll have to come by more often.”

“I’d like that.” He pauses “May I hold your hand?” He asks gently after a short pause and I reach my hand out to his

Once we reach my home, I turn around to face him.

“This is me.” I smile. “I’m sorry you had to walk so far.”

“It was worth it.” He brings my hand to his face, pressing his lips against my hand again.

“Here, let me get your coat.” I say, beginning to slide the coat off of my shoulders but he stops me.

“Keep it, it gives you a reason to come back and see me again.” He says with a small smirk.

“Sneaky, very sneaky.” I chuckle, letting the jacket rest on my shoulders. “Get home safe.” I smile, as he begins to walk away.

It takes me a few seconds to fight my thoughts off before I call for him.

“Willy?” He turns around to face me, standing about eight steps away.

I walk quickly towards him, pressing my lips against his briefly before pulling away. “I’ll see you in a few days.” I whisper with a soft smile.

“You’re not gonna see me for a few days after pulling that stunt?” He asks with a playful expression causing me to chuckle and nod. “Well, I look forward to seeing you again.” He smiles brightly.

“I won’t keep you waiting too long.” I smile before going inside my house, shutting the door after he walks out of sight. I let out a breath as I have to fight a smile, excited to see the chocolatier again.

AN: I love this movie with my whole heart!

Hope you enjoyed reading!

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