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imnotoverlyobsessive · 7 months

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Mr. Chalamet

chapter nine: don’t be ridiculous

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

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If only I could just read your cursive mind and know what you’re thinking, know what you’re needing, I can try by just guessing what’s inside. But it’s never that easy, so please come and tell me; are you in or are you out? Are you still searching for something you haven’t found? I know it’s hard for you, but you’re killing me right now, so will you love me or let me down?- We The Kings, Love Me or Let Me Down

Elle had a school trip early in the second semester. The week leading up to it had been so hectic for her that Tim hadn’t been able to come home, not even for a night. So when Elle finally left, Lea was beyond excited for some alone time with Tim.

The night Elle left, Lea was in the kitchen of their house, checking on the gumbo—Tim had never had homemade gumbo, which, as a Cajun, Lea found absolutely mind boggling, like, how could he go thirty-six years of his life completely gumboless?—when she heard the door open.

“Baby?” he called.

“In the kitchen!”

Footsteps, and then a contented sigh. “It’s so good to be home with you. What’s that smell, by the way?”

“Gumbo,” Lea informed him. “My mom’s is better than this will probably be, especially so young, but it’s going pretty good so far.”

“Young?” He sounded confused.

“It’s supposed to be aged a bit,” Lea explained, ignoring the steam as she stirred. “The older it gets, the better it is.”

“Like wine?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

She heard him step closer, pressing himself against her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned into him, her eyes fluttering shut, almost in relief.

He kissed the top of her head. “I missed you.”

She hummed. “You just saw me earlier today.”

“I mean I missed being alone with you,” he amended. “Being able to hold you like this.”

She sighed blissfully. “Yeah. I missed it, too.”

“Remember the last time we were alone in a kitchen?” She could hear the grin in his voice when he spoke.

A smile twitched at her lips. “We’ve been alone in more than one kitchen on numerous occasions.”

He moved a hand down to her hip, squeezing it through the soft fabric of her house dress. “Maybe, but have I fucked you in the kitchen before?”

Lea exhaled slowly. “Not since the first time.”

“And certainly not in our kitchen,” he pointed out, leaning down and kissing her neck. “That won’t do, will it?”

She licked her lips. “N— no.”

Tim inhaled deeply, gripping her jaw and murmuring, “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” she breathed. Suddenly, she recalled something he’d told her just before they got together, the last time they were in a kitchen like this. “I love you, Mr. Chalamet.”

He froze, hands that had been hiking her dress up her thighs pausing in their movements. “Lea, you— you— fuck.”

Suddenly, she was spun around, his hands sliding into her hair as he slammed his mouth against hers. She let out a startled “Mmf!” before the sound turned into a moan.

He practically tore her dress in his haste to pull it up around her thighs, yanking his pants down past his hips in a similar manner. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking at her pale pink panties that revealed more than they covered. “Take those off, sweetheart.” When she didn’t manage it fast enough, he added, “C’mon, Lea. I own that sweet little body, don’t I, baby?”

“Yes,” she assured him with a hasty nod.

“Of course I do,” he murmured, yanking the hemline of her dress down along with the cups of her bra. He grabbed one of her breasts as soon as it was bare and fondled it roughly, his fingers squeezing hard enough to bruise. She hoped they did. “Gonna fuck you now. Show you who owns you.”

She kicked her panties aside, winding her arms around his neck to get closer to him. “You own me,” she promised. “I’m all yours.”

“I know,” he agreed softly, grabbing fistfuls of her ass and giving it a few good slaps for good measure. She yelped at the sting, the sound of half pleasure, half pain. He smirked when he heard her delight, smacking her breast right over her nipple. She moaned loudly as he watched her breast jiggle. “God, you’re so sexy.”

“Want you,” she whined needily. “Want you in me, please.”

“Poor baby,” he said condescendingly. “So desperate to get fucked. So desperate for me.”

“Yes,” she admitted.

He hauled her in closer, kissing her hungrily and backing her up against the kitchen counter. Picking her up and depositing her onto it, he didn’t break their kiss, reaching down to spread her legs so he could step between them.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips, aligning himself with her entrance. “Lemme have it.”

She cupped his cheek, leaning back against the wall behind the cabinet, and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Want you to have me,” she told him softly. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.” He pushed into her with a groan. “Fuck.”

“Exactly,” she giggled, twining her fingers into his hair.

He chuckled, leaning forward to mouth at her neck. “If you’re capable of making jokes, I probably need to fuck you harder, huh?”

“Mhm,” she moaned as he pulled out only to thrust back in roughly.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Say it again, sweetheart.”

“H— huh?” she stuttered, dazed.

“Call me that again.”

Finally understanding, she managed, “Mr. Chalamet, I—“

“That’s it,” he practically growled. “Again, darling. So fuckin’ hot.”

“Mr. Chalamet,” Lea moaned, throwing her head back so it thudded slightly against the wall behind her. “God, yes, I want— I want—“

“What do you want?” he murmured, mouthing wetly at her throat. “Ask for the world and it’s yours. Just tell me what you want.”

“I wanna have your baby,” she admitted with a whine. “Please, I—“

“I know, Lea,” he told her, the gentleness of his voice at odds with his sharp thrusts. “Soon. Just a little bit longer, my love.”

“No,” she insisted. “Don’t wanna wait, want it now, I wanna have a baby with you right now, want your baby, don’t wanna wait, I want it I want it I want it I want it—“

“God, Lea,” he muttered, pulling her closer to him. “Patience, my greedy little girl.”

She shook her head urgently. “No, now.”

“Patience,” he reiterated firmly, fucking into her punishingly. “Much as I’d love to fuck a baby into you now, you need to finish school first.” He paused before adding, “And I’d like to be married to you before we have a baby.”

Lea froze. “You— you wanna marry me?” Her breath was caught in her chest as if she had forgotten how to breathe.

“Of course I do,” he murmured softly, kissing her neck. “My love, my sweet, darling girl. Of course I want to marry you.”

She cupped his cheek, pulling his face up to hers so she could press her mouth against his with urgency. “I wanna marry you, too, Tim,” she admitted, “but I wanna have your baby now. I don’t care that you’re already married. I don’t care that I’m still in school.”

“Lea,” he sighed in exasperation, the thrust of his hips slowing into more of a rocking motion than him fucking into her the way he had been.

“Please,” she begged. She knew he wouldn’t cave, so she added, “Please, Mr. Chalamet. Get me pregnant.”

Tim surged towards her, claiming her mouth again. “I will, darling,” he swore. “As soon as I can, I will.”

“Now,” she insisted, kissing him again. “Now, please.”

“You’re making it very difficult for me to be sensible, my love,” he admonished, still rocking into her, filling her deliciously.

“I don’t care if it’s sensible,” Lea informed him. “I love you. I want this with you.”

“You’ll have it, sweetheart,” he promised, cupping her face and stroking her cheek lovingly. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I swear I will. But I need you to be patient for me. Alright? Can you do that for me, darling? Please?”

She pouted. “I don’t wanna.”

“I know,” he chuckled softly. “As many as you want, love. Just be patient for me.”

“Fine,” she grumbled in annoyance.

“I just want what’s best for you,” he informed her.

“You’re what’s best for me.”

His lips quirked into a small smile, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close even as he moved within her. “Soon, sweetheart. I’ll give you a baby soon, I promise.”

“Tim,” she sighed blissfully, leaning into him. “F— feels good.”

“Yeah?” he murmured with a smile against her hairline, leaning down to kiss her again. She arched up into his touch, her lips falling open in a soft gasp when he drove into her a little harder. “That feel good, darling?”

“Yes,” Lea breathed, her toes curling from how incredible it felt, the delicious way he was filling her. The countertop was cold against her skin, a sharp contrast next to the warmth of his body, his touch, but it was damn near impossible to focus on anything but the way he felt, the way he made her feel.

“Tell me you love me,” he prompted again, his voice soft and gentle but still commanding in that ridiculously—obnoxiously, really—way he always managed to pull off.

“I love you,” she told him without hesitation, and was immediately rewarded with his lips on hers. He rocked into her, sucking her lower lip between his teeth before slipping his tongue into her mouth.

“I love you, too,” he rasped out, sliding a hand down to squeeze her hip briefly before trailing back up to grip her breast. “God, you’re so sexy.”

She pulled his face closer to hers, kissing him hungrily as he fondled her breast and rolled his hips. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised into her mouth, rocking into her slowly but harshly. “Not gonna stop until you cum, sweetheart.”

Lea whined at the thought of him bringing her to orgasm, at the way it felt every time he did. “Will you, please?” she asked quietly, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

“You wanna cum already?” he chuckled softly. “Greedy little girl.”

“‘m sorry,” she mumbled, embarrassed.

“Don’t apologize, baby,” Tim panted, reaching between them to rub her clit. “I want you to feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” she gasped out, arching into the way his touch shot sparks through her veins. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Yeah?” He bent down to mouth wetly at her throat. “You like that, angel? You wanna cum for me?”

“Uh huh,” she whined, her toes already curling from the pleasure. “I want— I want—“

“I know what you want,” he assured her lowly. “I know what you need. And you know I’ll give it to you, don’t you, love?”

Lea nodded jerkily. “I know.”

“You know I’ll always take care of my sweet girl.” He paused, inhaling sharply when he felt her clenching around him. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

She nodded again. “‘m gonna cum, Tim, I—“

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin, rubbing her clit faster. “Cum on my cock. Feels so good when you do, so pretty when you cum for me.”

Her body tensed, her muscles somehow spamming yet unable to move, and she burst with a sharp gasp of his name.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he grunted, driving into her harder, moaning into her neck. “God, baby. I’m gonna cum inside you, gonna cum in this tight little pussy—“

“Yes, Tim,” she encouraged softly. “Cum inside me.”

“Fuck—“ he moaned, his thrusts slowly before halting altogether.

It took a few minutes for them to come back to themselves, and he murmured something inaudible against her skin between soft, sweet kisses.

“Huh?” she asked dazedly, blinking in an effort to try and regain her bearings.

“Said I love you,” he mumbled. “Love you so fuckin’ much, baby.”

Lea smiled blissfully. “I love you, too.”

Several minutes later, he was leaning back against the kitchen table, his long legs stretched out in front of him in a position that was far too attractive to really be legal, watching her as she righted her clothing. “Do you actually wanna have a baby now?”

Lea blushed. “I mean… I love you, so it’d be nice, but…”

“It’s not a good time,” he agreed, “but you’re right, it would be nice. Amazing, actually.” He sighed and changed the subject. “Have you ever been to LA?” The question was casual, his gaze lazy.

“No, why?”

“‘Cause you’ve got another couple weeks before your classes start back up. We should make use of them, don’t you think?”

Lea stared at him in disbelief. “You want me to come to LA with you?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

She squinted suspiciously at him. “And would you take me on the jet again?”

“You mean the jet with the private bedroom suite, complete with a shower big enough to fuck you in and a tub where you can ride me? That jet?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Yes, we would be taking that.”

“Where would we be staying, exactly?”

He grinned. “I know a place.”

As it turned out, the place Tim knew was a house. As in he’d bought her another fucking house. If one could even call an 8,300 square foot estate on .33 acres a house. She did not call it a house, she called it a mansion. Or palace. Palace also worked.

It was almost mediterranean in style; with whitewashed stucco, exposed beams, and colorful tiling, their bedroom was the highlight. It had both patio and balcony access, as did their bathroom, and the whole house overlooked the coast. She felt like a princess nestled away in a palace by the sea.

They were only gonna be there for a couple weeks, planning on flying back to New York a few days before her classes started.

She was getting dressed one day, trying to fasten her bra. “Jesus Christ,” she grumbled in frustration.

“What is it, love?” Tim asked cheerfully, sticking his head into the walk-in closet she’d set her suitcase up in.

“My damn nipples are too sensitive for me to even freakin’ touch,” she griped. “This doesn’t even happen if I get my period, and it can’t be PMS anyway; my birth control fixes that.”

He stared at her with wide eyes, swallowing. “Weren’t, uh… weren’t you feeling nauseous when you woke up?”

“Yeah,” she grimaced. “Even coffee smelled gross. It’s weird, I love the smell of coffee.”

He continued to stare at her before finally deciding, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Lea frowned, confused. “O… kay?”

“Take this.”

She looked down, examining the box he’d shoved into her hands. “You want me to take a pregnancy test?”

“Classic early symptoms,” he explained.

She shrugged. “Alright, I guess.”

Five minutes later, she was blinking at the little plus sign. She took another test just to be sure, this one labeled with words.

Pregnant

“T— Tim,” she called out shakily.

“Yeah?” He strolled into the bathroom, glancing over at her where she stood by the sink, staring at the tests.

“It’s positive,” he observed.

“Uh huh,” she barely managed.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

“Yep.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“Yep,” she repeated.

Suddenly, he turned towards her and kissed her so desperately she was frozen for a moment. “You’re pregnant,” he repeated between kisses. “You’re pregnant, Lea. You’re gonna have my baby.”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him in disbelief. “Are you… happy?”

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “The woman I love is having my baby. I’m fuckin’ thrilled.”

“But— but we agreed we’re not ready,” she sputtered. “I’m still in school, Elle doesn’t know about us—“

He waved her off. “All that shit’s secondary. You’re having my baby. I couldn’t care less about anything outside of that.” He took a breath, thinking. “Shit, gimme— gimme a sec, alright? I’ll be right back.”

She followed after him, watching him over the railing of the balcony overlooking their bedroom as he rifled through a bedside table drawer. “What’re you doing?”

“One sec,” he said again. “Where is— ah hah!”

Turning around with a grin, he hid his hands behind his back and sauntered over to her again. “What is that?” she asked, confused.

Instead of answering her directly, he took a deep breath and walked up to join her on the balcony. “Lea,” he said slowly, “I love you. You know that, right?”

She furrowed her brow in confusion. “Yeah…?”

He nodded, and then he…

And then he lowered himself onto one knee.

Her brain short-circuited, her eyes widening. “Tim, what’re you—“

“Just… just let me talk, okay?” he pleaded softly.

“Okay,” she whispered, unable to really think.

He took his hands out from behind his back, revealing a small velvet box. “I meant to waist until everything was out in the open to do this, until the divorce was finalized, but honestly, I expected all of that to be done by now, and I don’t really feel like waiting anymore, so…” He took a deep breath, looking far more nervous than she was used to seeing him. “Okay,” he said, appearing to steel himself, “so here’s the thing. Things never worked with Lola. I’ve been in love before, yeah, but it’s never been like this.”

“Like what?” she asked, hesitant and unsure.

He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. “Right, I guess? You just feel… well. Right. It’s like being with you is exactly what’s always been meant to happen. You’re it for me, is what I’m saying.” Another pause. “I’m in love with you. I know it’s complicated, and I know it’s probably inconvenient for you in a lot of ways, but I…” He sighed wistfully. “I don’t care about the consequences, honestly. I just want you. And now you’re gonna have my baby, so…” He opened the box, revealing a gorgeous sapphire ring that must’ve cost a fortune. “If you’ll have me, I would very much like to marry you.”

“T— Tim,” she stuttered out anxiously, “you’re already married.”

He shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t really care.”

“You can’t marry me if you’re already married to someone else,” she explained.

“Eh,” he waved her off. “Semantics. So it can’t be legal until the divorce goes through. Whatever. We’ll be married in every way that matters.”

Her head was spinning. “Is— is this just because I’m pregnant? You don’t have to ask me to marry you because of that, you know—“

“It’s not just ‘cause of that, no,” he assured her. “I did that once already. I don’t wanna do it again, and I wouldn’t ask you to marry me if I didn’t really, really want you to.” At her hesitance, he added, “And it’ll be legal as soon as we can swing it. Obviously.”

She felt dizzy. “Have you been planning this? Where did you even get that ring? When did you get that ring?”

“I got it a couple months back,” he admitted. “As soon as I knew I’d never want anybody else, I… I spoke to the jewelers at Cartier, and—“

“Timothée, you did not get me a freakin’ ring custom-made by your fancy jewelry buddies!” she hissed, astonished at the sheer amount of money he’d spent.

Tim pouted. “You deserve the world, and I want to be the one to give it to you.” He paused. “But, I mean, if you want something else or you don’t want to marry me at all—“

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she cut him off. “Nobody in their right mind would say no to that.”

He froze, appearing to stop breathing. “Does… does that mean you’ll… you actually wanna, like…”

“Of course I’ll marry you, stupid,” she told him, swiftly wiping away her tears before reaching for the ring with a shaking hand. “Gimme that.”

He smiled, gazing up at her with more adoration than she could really process, and slid the ring onto her finger.

Jumping back to his feet, he pulled her in for a kiss. She giggled, winding her arms around his neck, and the velvet ring box fell to the tiled floor.

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alexagirlie · 2 years

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So I have been corrupted into writing some m/f. It's wild but here you go. The fault lies with @imnotoverlyobsessive mostly and her band of enablers located on discord

Pairing: Timothee/OFC (Ellixia aka Elli ((EL-EE))

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Elli couldn't believe it, couldn't believe she had gotten so lucky and found someone like him. Someone who could read her so easily and could play her body like a finely tuned instrument. No one else she had ever been with had ever made her cum so hard or so often. It was a revelation.

Not only was Timmy amazing in bed he was also unrealistically beautiful, there was no other way to put it. With his dark curls, his hazel eyes with lashes any girl would be jealous of. His pink lips, that fucking jawline which had to have been sculpted by the goddess herself and his miles and miles of pale smooth skin. Most men would object to being referred to as beautiful but her Timmy was better than most.

His slim body was a hot brand against Elli's back and he had both hands hard at work. One long fingered hand was working between her thighs, middle and pointer finger rubbing against her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. His other arm was wrapped under and around her body, fingers pulling and pinching at her nipple, building the ball of tension and heat in her gut higher and higher.

It wasn't one action which finally pushed her over but a hoarse command in her ear, breathed against the side of her neck.

"Cum."

So cum she did. Shaking and gasping and moaning out into the night. It was so good.

She hadn't even stopped shaking through her orgasm before Timmy was sliding out from behind her. He pushed her top leg up to her chest with one hand, kneeled over her other leg and used his free hand to guide himself inside of her. The slide was tight from her orgasm but she was plenty wet and he had a lot of practice. His angle was perfect and he pressed against her g-spot repeatedly, pushing her through the sensitivity and building her immediately into another mind shattering orgasm.

She turned her head and bit down on the pillow below her, muffling the sound of her screams. It was too good, it was too much and she could feel tears leaking from her clenched eyes and Timmy just kept moving. Kept thrusting and thrusting until he worked her into her third and final third orgasm. They had learned that three was the maximum she could go before it just hurt.

Elli had never been with someone who could get her to do multiples before. She had honestly believed she wasn't capable, a one and done girl. Boy had she been wrong. Her previous partners just hadn't been skilled enough to get her there.

Timmy finally slowed the movement of his cock inside and let her catch her breath. Let her body stop trembling and her heart rate slows down to a normal pace.

If she had enough brain power left she would marvel once again at his stamina, to keep going through the feeling of her body clenching around him. She had asked him once, what he thought about to keep from cumming along with her but he would just smile and kiss her to distract her. His kisses were very distracting.

"You okay?"

Elli could hear the faint amusement in his voice, the hint of male pride at wrecking her so thoroughly. He always made it a point to get her off as frequently as he could. She peaked up at him from the corner of her eye, she could see that his face matched the tone of his voice and she let out a huff. Reaching up she gave him a gentle shove, giving herself enough room to roll onto her front and up onto all fours. Arching her back she lowered her chest to the bed then threw a come hither look over her shoulder. She spreads her knees wide, making sure he could get a good look at her soaking wet hole and shakes her ass in Timmy's direction, pulling a groan from his chest.

"Your turn."

#timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x original character #smut #first time writing m/f #be kind to me #Kirstin's Chronicles

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new-sandrafilter · 1 year

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Technikart Magazine interview translation with Timothee Chalamet and Taylor Russell for 'Bones and All' (x)

At 26, Timothée Chalamet is on top of the world. He is shooting in the most exciting films of the moment, he is making the social networks go wild and redefining the codes of masculinity. In the midst of promoting the poisonous and sublime Bones and All, which won two awards in Venice, we met him in London, along with the revelation of the film, Taylor Russell.

Warner's publicist and agents had warned us, Timothée Chalamet is incredibly cool, an ultra-talented, simple and modest young man. A star! While the shooting of the sequel to Dune is taking place between Budapest, Abu Dhabi, Jordan and Italy, Timothée is in London for a promo day for Bones and all, where it is about crazy love and... cannibals, a black diamond signed by Luca Guadagnino, that Timothée produced.

In Luca Guadagnino's new film, Timothée Chalamet plays an "Eater", a cannibal who devours his victims completely, "bones and all"... For his role, he has created a rebel redneck look, with an improbable mullet haircut, dyed hair and ripped jeans. With the revelation Taylor Russell, he crosses the desert landscapes of the heart of rural America, in search of prey and especially love.

In London, the interview takes place in the company of the Canadian Taylor Russell, discovered in the series Falling Skies, then in the nanar Escape Game. When he sees me with my Marvin Gaye T-shirt, Timothy lets out a thunderous "Oh man, what a cool T-shirt!" and starts singing at the top of his lungs "What's going ooooon...". Here we go!

"I MADE MY CHARACTER WEAKER, VULNERABLE, LESS CONFIDENT, MUCH LESS ALPHA MALE." - TIMOTHÉE

More than a cannibal movie, can we think of Bones and all as a crazy love story?

Timothée : It seems obvious to me that the two main characters live from day to day, they break the law, they are wildly in love, they have no money: so yes, it looks like crazy love. It's even beyond crazy, passionate love; they are safe with each other, they trust each other completely, they support each other, they are real, it's pure love, very mature.

How does your generation look at crazy love, love without judgment? And do you think there is a demand among young viewers for this kind of stories?

Taylor: This generation is really smart and they want sincere, authentic, original work.

Is it hard to play the crazy love?

Taylor: Timmy knows Luca well from Call Me By Your Name, as well as the producers. They are like family, and I was the newcomer. Timmy made me feel comfortable right away, like I was part of this great family. It's very important on a shoot to feel accepted, loved. Timmy was a rock for me. He is a generous actor, but he is also and above all a generous person, with a very big heart. Qualities that you don't find all the time, I think...

The film takes place in the 1980s, in a world without Internet, but it speaks of today's youth, isolated, abused, abandoned or mistreated by adults, of youth in search of care, kindness and love.

Timothée: I hadn't thought of that, but it's interesting. I'll speak for myself. The Covid epidemic has hit our generation hard, it has isolated it socially. But there's also global warming, global conflicts, inflation, nutrition problems... I feel like young people are watching this old world die. They are isolated. As you said, Bones and all captures the essence of all of this, even though it is strangely a cannibal film. I really agree with you, there is something absolutely contemporary in this quest of the two characters in the 1980s, in this urgency to live despite everything.

How was the shooting?

Taylor: We shot in Ohio, Kentucky, Nebraska... We shot for 48 days, in April 2021.

Do you like horror movies?

Timothée: To be perfectly honest, ....

The interview can be read here (it's in French)

#timmy #timothee chalamet #taylor russell #bones and all

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favchalamet · 2 years

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timothee chalamet x original character.

synopsis; With a painful decision made by his girlfriend in order to improve his future, Timmy finds himself torn between two options. Continue your perfectly stable life together with your family, or face a whole new country together with the love of your life.

warnings; mentions of death, blood, sex, car accident and english is not my first language.

notices; “Y/n” she is treated like Scarlett. I'm not used to writing using “Y/n” so that's why I created my own character. I hope you understand. Good reading!

ps; I don't know what to think about it. There are a lot of things that annoy me about this writing of mine, but I've been working on it for days and I really don't want to waste my time.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒; 𝐓. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓

Her hands clutched at his soft back, the thrusts getting stronger and stronger, driving her to her ultimate pleasure. The bed slammed against the wall and his gasping moans became closer and closer. His nails sank into the boy's sweat-glistened skin, but he didn't care, he never cared about the scratch marks he had after the magical nights. He was always very focused on bringing the love of his life to his wonderful pleasure, always paying close attention to the gasping breaths and the whispers that drove him crazy.

A moment of intimacy, that is a fact, but for those two lovers it was much more than sex after a few drinks of tequila. It was the way to show that they were fully committed to this relationship of only one year, the way to show that despite the possibilities of this relationship ending in two very short months, they were still ready to live the passionate encounters or the nights of sex.

Timothee and Scarlett had only been in a relationship for a short time, but they had known each other for almost 3 years. Their first contact was at the filming of Little Women, where Timothee played Theodore Laurence and Scarlett played Jo March. From the first second they were introduced, they were incredibly close, and everyone could tell. It was the way Scarlett would seek out Timmy to help her rehearse her scenes, how Timothee always played Scar more with anyone else - maybe even because he felt wonderfully comfortable with just her - or how they looked at each other as if they were looking at angels.

Everyone knew they were in love, it was very obvious to know. So when Scarlett desperately called Florence Pugh - the girl's best friend - claiming that she was in love with her best friend and needed to see a psychologist urgently to get the crazy thoughts of kissing him out of her head, no one was surprised. Then, two years into their friendship, Timothee asked Scarlett to marry him in front of the beach on a moonlit night, the thing they loved most to do together - watch the moon on the beach. And I don't need to tell you that they were everyone's goal couple. Always being caught walking hand in hand by the paparazzi, the way their eyes sparkled whenever they mentioned each other or how they were constantly proving how much they were in love.

And now, what no one knew was that the most media-loved relationship could end in moments, and this Timothee and Scarlett were fully aware of. They didn't want to break up, after all they knew they were soul mates, but the distance of the countries they were about to face was absurd, and maybe that discouraged love a little.

“Oh my God..." Scarlett whispered, arching her spine in order to receive more and more as Timothee entered her womb more and more, causing her to have very obscene thoughts about her boyfriend.

The couple sighed constantly listening to the noise between them, moaning at one thrust or another or rolling their eyes throwing their heads back in pure pleasure. Timothee's large hands roamed Scarlett's graceful body taking her to magical moments. When Timothee felt that he was getting closer and closer to his moment, he thrust his big cock into Scarlett, wanting to make his girlfriend have the same pleasures that she unconsciously made the boy have.

“Scarlett...” Timothee whispered as he threw his head back.

“Yes, amour?” she replied in a deeply teasing tone squeezing her vagina around Timothee's cock making him moan even more.

“I'm about to cum...”

“Me too, mon amour.” the girl whispered as she scratched Timmy once more before throwing herself deeply into the pleasure her boy was giving her.

Before long Timothee was gushing his milk into Scarlett's womb without caring about the consequences of them being without a condom. The hot, pleasurable liquid entering the girl even as the hard thrusts continued, caused Scarlett to reach her peak of arousal.

“Oh my God, Timothee!” Scarlett whispered close to her boyfriend's ear rolling her eyes as she spurted her milk onto Timmy's cock.

Timothee gave a few more strokes before lying lazily next to his girlfriend while leaving passionate kisses all over her face and neck, which only made Scarlett shiver with absolute pleasure. And here, lying next to his girlfriend while she was completely naked and with his eyes closed trying to recover from his wonderful pleasure, he couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. How not at all happy he was about his decision to have to leave her.

Timothee knew he could never leave Scarlett, because he is completely in love with the girl. Body and soul. He could never think that at some point he would be so obsessed with someone that he would think about living a lifetime with someone, and Timmy couldn't be happier that this someone was Scarlett, the person who made him laugh in any situation, who helped him without a single thought, the woman who took him to absurd pleasures that he never experienced with anyone else, the woman he was in love with.

“I don't want a long-distance relationship.” Scarlett pronounced in the dark.

Timothee turned around startled by the sudden statement. His eyes landed on the girl lying on his chest with her eyes still closed, although Timmy knew that her mind was a thousand miles away.

“What?” he mumbled, his voice hoarse from groans. His hands quickly made their way to his beloved's hair, wanting to make immediate physical contact with her.

“In two months I'll be back in France, and now it's permanent. I can't be away from my family again, I can't stand this distance between us, because I don't know how to deal with distance. So, I am about to move to Paris to do my fashion college and be close to my family, but where are you staying?” Scarlett paused, thinking objectively about her words. “I know you have to stay here in New York. That's because your life is here, but mine is in France.”

Timothee let out a heavy sigh and felt his eyes fill with tears at the thought of having to leave his girlfriend because of silly distances. His relationship with Scarlett had always been wonderful. They had few fights and all of them were solved very easily, because they understood each other more than anyone else could understand. The couple always knew what the other was thinking or wanting, the real meaning of soul mates. So I think the way they understood each other so easily made it so that they had very few arguments. Now, that discussion was not easy to resolve.

“And I can't handle the distance, I never could. You also can't handle the distance of 563 kilometers and 6 hours of time zone. I don't think I'm mature enough to be away from my boy like that,” Scarlett joked, trying to relax as she fiddled with the rings on Timothee's fingers. “I also don't know how long I will be in France. I know it's for a long time because, damn it, I'm going to college! But I wish it wasn't so that I could visit you often and enjoy my boyfriend.”

Chalamet remained silent for quite a while, just thinking about what was about to happen. After almost 5 years of living completely close to his girl, they were about to live some 3.689 mi apart. Everything seemed wrong in his perception. How he needed to leave Scar, or how he would have to get used to the distant one for long months - and maybe years. Millions of possibilities ran through his mind and the main one was what seemed to be happening. Scarlett was breaking up with him out of fear of the consequences of a long distance relationship. Her words sounded like this to him, and it made his eyes water and his will to walk away from her inevitable.

“Are you... ending our relationship?” Timmy asked insecurely, his voice trembling.

“What? No!” Scarlett sounded loudly across the room.

The intention of that conversation was not to break up with Timothee, ever. Scar would never be able to end the relationship of her dreams. Even with all the distance and the consequences, she wasn't thinking of breaking up with him. Just trying to find a less painful way out.

“Timmy...” Scarlett called out as she turned to look into Timothee's watery eyes. “I would never be able to end our relationship. I am completely and hopelessly in love with you. And I believe that there is no universe in which I am not in love with you. I'm just pointing out our situation. Distance is not easy, but if this is our only alternative, I will make it work. And I hope you will too.

Timothee looked into the eyes of the girl leaning on his naked abdomen, while the beautiful woman was also naked. Her huge dark brown eyes in which he was eternally in love were showing only one feeling, love. He knew that Scarlett was telling the truth, and he was fully aware that she would do anything, as much as he would, for this relationship to work out.

This was the woman of his life. The girl he had been in love with ever since they had played a couple in love for the movies. The girl who lay quietly naked on his breasts and told him she loved him in all universes. The girl who showed him that love was not just scripted roles that he would have to prove himself capable of playing. And Timothee was entirely grateful that Scarlett was the perfect girl for him, and looked forward to him being the perfect boy for her.

“I'm going to France.” Timothee said in a totally encouraged and assured voice.

“What?” Scarlett whispered in shock.

“You're going to France to do your college studies and be close to your family, right?” he watched the girl nod in confusion. “I am too. I want to be close to your family. I could never let our relationship end because of silly distances. I'll be following you wherever you go, Scarlett. Even if you go to Alaska to face the evil man in the tallest and coldest cave who kidnaps little children to feed the demorgogons he keeps as pets... Okay, maybe not! But yes, I will be coming after you while I complain about how stupid you are being for standing up to that evil man.” Timothee says looking up with a thoughtful face that makes Scarlett laugh at every silly word that comes out of his beautiful mouth.

To say that Scarlett was confused and shocked by his decision would be a complete understatement. The girl hadn't expected this response, and she definitely hadn't been thinking about it. Not least because Timothee had been designing his life in New York for years and now just for the simple reason that Scarlett was moving to France he was too? That seemed naive to her. It seemed cute and passionate. Just like all the actions Timothee had around Scar. Which was not at all different from how Scarlett acted around Timmy. What can I say? They were more than passionate. The couple were viciously and cryptically mesmerized, bewitched and stunned by each other.

And here Scarlett saw yet another reason why she fell in love with Timothee. Everything about him held her spellbound, and she couldn't be more grateful for that. Grateful to be in love with the sweetest person in all the worlds, and even more grateful to be the girl who stole the heart of the most gorgeous person possible to find.

“You are stuck with me, Mon cher.” Timothee said with a mesmerized, passionate smile as he watched Scarlett's eyes light up at his words.

“Oh, how lucky I am to have the most gorgeous man in all the universes attached to me and following me even if I go hunting for the bad man in Alaska!” Scarlett exclaimed dramatically as she threw herself onto Timothee's bare chest and kissed him briefly.

“I say, how lucky am I to have the most beautiful, amazing, wonderful, mesmerizing woman tell me that she is completely and hypnotically in love with me, in all the universes.” he repeated Scarlett's phrases knowing that the girl's cheeks were totally pink now.

“I am...” the girl sighed as she still hid herself in Timothee's bare chest.

“And I've always been in love with you in every way possible.”

Words thrown into the air that many people might prefer not to believe for fear of the future. Well, not Scarlett and Timothee. They were screwing the future because all they wanted to do was to cuddle with each other and prove their true love. Now, they were doing it and had been doing it from the moment they met, because there isn't a day when they don't think and show and tell each other how truly and immensely in love they are with each other.

And then they lay naked all night while kissing and planning their future in France. Whispers about how much they loved each other filled the room and no one but them could decipher those loving words. The couple could hardly believe that they had solved a problem that had been on their minds for at least a month in less than 30 minutes, but for them this was normal, because as I said, they understood each other.

They understood each other, they completed each other, and they loved each other. And the thing they dreamed of most was to have a big family and live their passionate lives close to their family members. They didn't know it yet, but this was just one big step forward in that dream.

#fandom #imagine #fanfic #timothee chalamet #timothee edit #timothee chamalet #timothee x y/n #timothee x reader #timothée chalamet imagine #timothee x you

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dykefever · 1 year

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9 and 25 for the end of year asks?

9. best month for you this year?

october!!! i've had some very incredible months at the end of this year especially but i think october is definitely the best. i was just getting into the swing of traveling, it was all very exciting. and i traveled to my favourite places on this trip - berlin, prague, cinque terre !!

25. did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one

not in original writing but i think oscar in a sawn off shotgun is my fav like he just amused me greatly xx a lil gay timothee chalamet-esque chronic vaper who is there to drive sirius insane x

#ask game #siriusly-sapphic

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bluevclvct · 2 years

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hello!! i am looking for 1 or 2 new long term rp partners on discord– i am a 24 year old full-time university student (she/her) that now has a lot of free time. i try my best to be as active as i can (right now i can usually do around 3-4 posts per day and am looking for something quicker, though if some days we can’t post then thats good with me!!) i love just doing a mix of novella style/paragraph or rapid fire stuff or even text message threads, etc. (i’m also big on doing pinterest boards, headcannons, and making playlists). i tend to just follow along with whatever my partner likes, or what works best in the moment. i’m comfortable playing any gender or ship, though i am looking for only plots where we double or do a mumu, so we each take two characters (sometimes three) each. i’m going to throw some fcs i’d love to play/play against, some plot ideas etc., below here, so please like this or message me if you’d be interested in plotting something out at all!! ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

(please take these fc’s with a grain of salt!! it’s just to put out some interest– if you want to plot but don’t like any of these fcs, no worries!!) highlighted are the ones im really looking for right now!

fcs i would like to play; jessie mei li, margaret qualley, adeline rudolph, daisy edgard jones, carey mulligan, lucy boynton, lydia night,

fcs i’m fine playing or playing against; dane dehaan, sydney sweeney, timothee chalamet, lisa asano, archie renaux, logan lerman, dylan o’brien, robert sheehan, austin abrams, robert pattinson

fcs i would like to play against; adam driver, barry koeghan, andrew garfield, bill skarsgard, oscar isaac, steven yeun, joseph morgan, thomas brodie sangster

plots:

fandom stuff (wether we centre it in the universe, or take the concept of the plot and make it our own): stranger things, the umbrella academy, harry potter, the golden compass, narnia, the last of us

so i’m very open to original plots and also a little bit of fandom stuff. i will say that if we do something fandom, i am not comfortable playing canon characters and will only do my own original characters. i am happy to play against canon characters, however (with some exceptions- i will do canon x oc in the harry potter universe)!

i’m really into darker plots right now, morally grey characters, etc. also love supernatural and found family stuff!! and of course, romance. i love for it to be a part of the plot.

as for smut, i will say i’m rather new to doing it– as such, i’m only comfortable writing f/f and f/m as i get a hang of it. i also don’t want to roleplay to revolve around it!! i’m good with or without including it.

#1x1 #1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #mumu #mumu rp #rpg

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lixzey · 5 months

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choices

in which servant serena idaho gets roped into being a possible bride for the duke paul atreides to even out the number of candidates.

paul atreides x oc!idaho

@helens3amstuff @gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @lovemelikecrazyiloveyoucrazy @tchalamss @ashlynnmalfoy @crazycat-ladys-blog @michakune @mxltifxnd0m @spencerr3idd @dangelnleif @sthkate @ferrjulie @imnotoverlyobsessive @mel-vaz @elsagreeer @lovely-maryj @meowmeowmau @bobthe-turmpetman29 @saintcosette @ashisabitgay @ladyladybuggg @nyrasunderwrld @lizzxoxoxo @remussbitch @jadahxx @starrystormwritings @ell0ra-br3kk3r @dreary-salem @drewsandsebastianswife @greenapplegrass @lilianelena39 @danni-phant0m @haybellewrites @cloudlst @si4a @ev3ningrain @ttulipwritezz @lilmaymayy @bullets-from-another-dimension @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader @reg-arcturus-black @abruuinlove @marina468 @3stelar @timhalamet @st4rf00k3r @idli-dosa @jimins15thhair @blacksgarden

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meetmyothersouls · 2 years

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Hey everyone!

Just a quick update!

I’m gonna write more Tim fics tonight!

But I’m also starting a new series (The Witch) featuring Hal and an OC! (So still Tim related yay!)

Stay tuned!!!

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #writing #timothee blurb #timothee chalamet imagine #timothée chalamet #timmy chalamet #the king 2019 #Hal #original character

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mattness · 2 years

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Ta-daa!

Meet the boys again, but their real prototypes — Cole and Timothee. Cole is Ben. And Timothee is Victor. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ

Benjamin is older brother. Ben is four years older than Victor.

I can say that Ben isn't Gwen's son, because Jacob conceived him more out of stupidity, a year before he met Gwen. But! Gwen loves Ben like he's her son. And Victor is Jacob and Gwen's child. Both Ben and Victor grew up together in Crawley, in the Frye family mansion.

In character, Ben is more like Jacob. Victor is more like Gwen. Ben is cheerful and charismatic, while Victor is calm and often very gloomy. They're both assassins, of course. Jacob has been teaching both of them since their childhood.

Also Ben is Lydia's father.

If If you are interested, I can tell you more about them (◕‿◕)

#art #my art #fanart #assassin's creed #assassin's creed syndicate #original characters #original character #victor frye #ben frye #cole sprouse #timothee chalamet #fanfiction #fanfics #gwen x jacob #jacob frye

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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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Exile: Insult to Injury

Previous: My Town

Pairing: Timotheé Chalamet x Reader

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Timotheé begins to reckon with his decisions, and the impact his choices have not only on him, but you.

Exile Master List

Timothée sits in the doctor’s office, waiting patiently for her to utter a word. The longer he sits, the more agitated he was becoming. His outgoing personality wasn’t going to last long in this silence, no, this purgatory, where he waited patiently for some sort of relief, the person across from him unwilling to give it. It had been his mother’s idea, embarking on this journey. She was absolutely thrilled to become a grandmother, but after viewing the disarray Timothée’s life seemed to be in, had vehemently encouraged him to seek help. Pauline had agreed, talking Timothée through the process of finding the right doctor. The first attempt was a flop, some middle-aged man who looked down his nose at Timothée’s predicament. Something that he tried to describe as “good problems”. The second, a darling woman no older than 35, had understood, but didn’t feel like she had the experience to guide Timothée through this crisis. Which is how he found himself sitting in the cream-colored chair, eyes trained on the woman in front of him.

“Timothée, why don’t you start by telling me why you’ve decided to seek counseling,” Dr. Vernon said, pen resting in her hand, poised to write every last drop of the plight that is Timothée.

“I’ve been going through a lot of, uh, life changes, and I’m starting to feel a little out of control,” Timothée leaned back against the couch, grateful for a respite.

“Out of control how? Emotionally? Physically? Do you have a history of drug or alcohol abuse?” Dr. Vernon asked, running down the list of mandatory questions. Timothée didn’t mind answering, the previous doctors he’s met with have asked similar questions. Its perfunctory at this point, and he knows it. He has to answer, its tantamount to creating an accurate picture of himself.

“No drugs or alcohol abuse,” Timothée told her, the truth easily slipping from his lips. “I just became um, a father and my partner of the last, five would be six years just um, left me.”

“Is your partner the baby’s mother?” Dr. Vernon asks, pen scraping the page.

“No, no, that’s part of the issue,” Timothée could feel the early signs of tears forming, which caught him off guard. He hadn’t cried in weeks.

“Hmm, do you want to tell me what happened?” Dr. Vernon has kind eyes, gentle, inviting eyes that Timothée can tell will cause him to relinquish every detail about himself.

“Where should I start?” He scratched the back of his neck, unsure if the beginning of his crumbled relationship is the correct place to detail how far he’d fallen.

“Wherever you think is best, but I might ask for more information throughout, okay?” Dr. Vernon sipped her water out of one of those giant gallon water bottles with phrases encouraging you to drink, and time stamps to keep you on track. She would’ve made fun of it, and in this square room, the traffic of LA idling in the distance which Timothée finds all the more endearing.

“We met at a party. She was a friend of a friend. She had on this black lace halter top, with a high neck that exposed her shoulders and part of her back. She tucked it into these crisp white shorts, and had some gold sandals on, with these hexagon earrings, I love those earrings… The way the sun reflected against her skin, against her smile…” Timothée sighs, “I was just, smitten already. She was funny, so funny, and she knew this weird back catalogue of TV history that had my mind racing. I don’t believe in love at first sight, at all, but she had me that day.”

Timothée can tell this is going to take more than one session, fuck, it might take years for him to unpack the layers of their relationship. It wasn’t something he could condense into one hour, not even if he cut out all the good parts and just focused on the bad. Honestly, focusing on the bad wouldn’t take that long. The longest relationship he’d had, gone in minutes, still lingering in his mind every day.

“It started to go south when I started taking projects again,” Timothée continued.

“Things were fine until you were leaving?” Dr. Vernon asked, her first interjection.

“Yeah, yeah, when we first started out, I would be gone here and there, but nothing too long. I was on Broadway, and we were both in New York, so it was all so, easy. I took a job that took me to Australia for four months, and that’s when we decided to have an open relationship,” Timmy nodded, his recollection of that first departure murky.

“While you were in Australia?” Dr. Vernon clarified.

“When I came home, no, it was after Australia, I guess. I had another job maybe a month later in South Africa, and after that I was in Thailand for a minute,” Timothée scratches his head, unsure if he imagined the conversation earlier than it had happened, his brain confused in the haze of new parenthood.

“Whose idea was it?” Dr. Vernon wanted to know.

“Hers, well,” He took a deep breath, sorting through the rubble, “Hers. We sat down to talk about our relationship and she just, word vomited on me. She was so lonely, and upset that whenever I was home all we did was have sex,”

“Was that true?”

“Yeah, we were sort of making up for lost time,” Timothée explained, though the explanation felt flimsy in his lips.

“How did you feel?”

“I wasn’t surprised, I’d been feeling it too… Our conversations became shorter, our tempers were flaring more than they had before. We’d been together over, two years at that point and we hadn’t experienced any of the tension, the lingering resentment, the frustration at all.”

“She was resentful, or you were?” Dr. Vernon inquired, pen still poised on the page, eyes staring into his.

“Both, she was mad I was always gone, I was upset she was living her life like I wasn’t there,” Timothée expounded.

“Was she replacing you?”

“No, she was lonely,” Timothée said.

“Were you?” Dr. Vernon pushed.

“Yeah, yeah, I was,” Timothée told her.

“You decided to open your relationship? Were there rules?” Dr. Vernon’s eyes are back to the yellow legal pad where she’s been keeping track of everything Timothée says. He doesn’t know, throughout his sessions with her, if she keeps a legal pad for every one of her high paying clients or if the secrets she must have accumulated are easily accessible.

“At first, no, but then it became really fucking clear we needed them,” Timothée sipped his own water, in his own bottle which did not have any positive words or time stamps.

“Were they strict rules?” Dr. Vernon’s still writing

“She had one golden rule, and I broke it.”

Dr. Vernon tried not to think about her patients outside of her office. Her life was hers, and the time she spent outside of those four walls belonged to whomever she chose. Every so often, there is a client who no matter how diligently she tries, worms their way into her life outside of work. They worm their way into the hours when she’s not Dr. Vernon, to perch in the periphery of her mind, pulling her back to them. Throughout the months she’d been working with Timothée, her mind couldn’t help but double back on his predicament. She had her theories on why his partner had left, but until Timothée told her, they remained so. Her theories, lodged somewhere between truth and fiction, was where her concern stemmed from.

Though she thought of him often, she didn’t think of him fondly. She was filled to the brim with concern, a lingering uneasiness of what was going through his mind, of the melding of grief and joy and exhaustion that in a particular combination, could result in mania. She was concerned that every step he took outside his house would result in the meeting of his ex at a wine bar or coffee shop, that they’d cross paths at Target, baby in toe. Dr. Vernon checked for Timothée wherever she went, hoping to never run into him.

“Would you like to tell me what that rule was?” Dr. Vernon asked, pulling her back to the conversation.

“No sleeping with co-stars. It went both ways, no sleeping with coworkers of any sort,” It rolled so easily off his tongue, the rule that broke them.

“Why did you break it?”

“I was drunk, or high, I think I was both actually,” Timothée hadn’t been this embarrassed since his parents watched Call Me By Your Name.

“Was it your first slip up?” Dr. Vernon pushed.

“Yes,”

“She became pregnant?”

Timothée nods, acknowledging that the story itself is a little too predictable. It sounds made up, unreal, something that doesn’t happen out in the wild, but straight out of Hollywood. Which, in his cynical mind, it was. Two actors, fucking, girl gets pregnant, boy loses everything.

“Did you ever discuss the probability that at some point in your other forays that you might impregnate another woman, or that she might end up pregnant?” Dr. Vernon doesn’t pussyfoot around her questions, she packs a bunch and Timothée is barely able to fight back. Regardless of the prep he does the night before, the week before he finds himself in this space again, she always goes for blood.

“She had an IUD, and I always used condoms and made sure the women were on birth control… But it wasn’t, it wasn’t a major thought or part of the conversation?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think we ever thought it would happen,” Timothée hates himself for being so basic, of course it wouldn’t happen to him, he’s Timothée Chalamet! He’s Oscar nominated; girls literally cry over him. How could he be so reckless?

“Did you exercise this privilege often?” Dr. Vernon is curious now, Timothée can see it in her hazel eyes. She’s done pressing the matter of him realizing his fallibility, more curious about the aftermath.

“Rarely, not that I didn’t have, desires, I just was never truly comfortable with it.”

“But you let her?” Dr. Vernon is surprised, an emotion Timothée hadn’t seen on her yet.

“It felt like I was either going to lose her, or cause her to resent me, which would make me hate myself. So, in order to save us, I -

“Agreed to sleep with other people,” Dr. Vernon finished.

“It was always about sex, it was never about having a third boyfriend or something, she wasn’t bringing people into our home,” Timothée explains.

“Your home?” Dr. Vernon, surprised again.

“We moved into this house in LA sometime after our third anniversary, gutted parts of it, built it to our liking, it’s gorgeous,” Timothée’s mind is going on a virtual tour of the two story estate, the sitting room where he destroyed your future, the bed where he’d held you close, the kitchen where you’d made countless meals together, and in the summer, in the garden, where you’d made love on a gingham blanket under the lemon trees.

“Do you still live there?” Dr. Vernon brought him back.

“For now,” Timothée nodded.

“For now?”

“She told me to either buy her out, or sell it,” He stated.

“Seems fair,” Dr. Vernon didn’t pick sides, Timothée liked to think she was on his, but if it came to blows, he didn’t know where she’d stand.

“It’s her house, it’s her back splash and her herringbone hardwood and it’s our photos on the wall, our bedroom, our closet. It’s not a home without her,” Timothée wiped his eyes, the tears brimming. He was so fucking tired of crying.

“She didn’t want the house?” Dr. Vernon’s eyes drifted back to her notes, to Timothée’s legal pad, where she made a note in the margin.

“She packed up and moved out like we hadn’t been planning to spend our lives in it,” Timothée let the tears fall, hot and heavy as they moved down his cheeks.

“But you’re still living in it?”

“yeah,”

“Does that haunt you?” Dr. Vernon wanted to know.

“Yeah, I haven’t taken down the photos or made plans to move. Margot has a room, she’s familiar with it,” Timothée shrugged.

“Are you holding onto it?” Dr. Vernon questions.

“Like hope?” Timothée asked, eyes wide, tears fully cascading down his cheeks.

“Do you think keeping the house mean’s she’ll come back?” Dr. Vernon’s voice was never harsh, if her eyes were kind and welcoming, her voice was silk pajamas.

“Yes,” Timothée whispered.

It was in this moment that Timothée realized the entire problem with his relationship, and how he perceived their time together. Everything he did lingered on that idea, that promise, that glint in the sky of hope.

“Why did you end your open relationship?” Dr. Vernon wanted to know, her hair laying in intricate braids against her scalp, cascading down the back of her blouse, a top Timothée had never seen before. He looks at her, knowing full well in the months he’d been coming to her office, he’d never once mentioned it.

“I got Florence pregnant,” His words were a whisper, that teenage boy shame of knocking someone up out of wedlock still ringing in his words, no matter how many times he’s said it.

“You closed your relationship before Florence was pregnant, or after?” Dr. Vernon was clearly confused on the timeline.

“Before I knew she was pregnant, after I slept with her,” Timothée clarified.

“How did she respond to that bit of news?”

“She was stoic, cold, I called her immediately and she was so mad that I even told her about it,” The anger started to boil in Timothée’s blood the millisecond he started speaking about her.

“Why was she mad?”

“I broke two rules, no talking about whoever you’re sleeping with, no sleeping with coworkers. She was so incensed that I broke the rules, the fucking precious rules that she created that,” Timothée exhaled, trying to measure his words. “She didn’t even care that I was so angry with myself. I hated myself, I’ve spent the last year hating myself, and all she had to say was that I had to live with the decision I made and to talk to Florence. She didn’t offer forgiveness or understanding, she didn’t try to be empathetic or kind. She just, fucking, she just let me hurt.”

Dr. Vernon ticks a few boxes in her head, her theories solidifying as Timothée moves through his anger.

“What did you expect her to do?” Dr. Vernon’s eyes are questioning, curious as to whether or not Timothée had at all in their time together begun to grasp the levity of the situation.

“Not that,” Timothée said, eyes still raging.

“How did she usually respond to you being in distress?” Dr. Vernon stilled, waiting to hear his response.

“She was loving, comforting, she listened, and she cared. She’d, she’d ask me how it made me feel and what was going to help me process it… She was gentle, calm… but that phone call, she didn’t fucking care,” Timothée stared at a spot on the carpet where the pattern divulged and bled into the binding on the side.

“Can you blame her?” Dr. Vernon quipped.

“No, I would’ve been, I probably would’ve responded the same,” Timothée swallowed.

“Hmm,” Was all Dr. Vernon said as she watched the wheels in his mind turned, putting the pieces into place that he’d been staring at for nearly two years.

“She never gave me a chance to work through it with her,” Timothée responded, though he wasn’t sure he ever gave her a chance.

“Walk me through what happened after you told her Florence was pregnant,” Dr. Vernon instructed, taking another swig from her water bottle. In all the times that Timothée had been to see her, he’d never seen her water level be at the same place. He marveled at her dedication, or compulsion to her daily dose of H2O.

“With Florence or?”

“You’ve been coming here for months, and yet you won’t refer to your ex by name,”

Timothée looked like he’d just realized 2+2= 4. He’d never thought about it.

“Oh, is that weird?” He asked, voice a whisper as he thought about it.

“Do you think it’s weird?”

“I, no? I can’t, I can’t say her name,” Timothée felt like putty, the taste of her name synonymous with heartache and loneliness, doing everything in his power to stop from thinking

“You don’t have to,” Dr. Vernon’s smile was forgiving, understanding instead of judging.

“When I told her Florence was pregnant, and that she was keeping the baby, well now Margot, she nodded and then she left,” Timothée exhales a burden he hadn’t known he’d been carrying.

“She left?”

“She packed a bag, told me she’d pick a few days to come get her stuff and said she didn’t want to speak to me,” Timothée lays it out, facts, figures, no fits, no starts.

“How did that make you feel?” Dr. Vernon queries.

Timothée smiled a little, the phrase synonymous with sitting on couches, head being shrunk, he relished in the colloquialism.

“Abandoned,” He said.

“Have you felt that way before?” Dr. Vernon pushed.

“When she wanted to have an open relationship,” Timothée answered.

“Did you tell her that?”

“No,” Timothée said.

“Why not?” Dr. Vernon wanted to know.

“It seemed fleeting, the feeling,” Timothée can’t quite articulate it past that, fleeting, like sunset, like the look you give someone before you kiss them, the first sip of a freshly opened soda, the first sting of a papercut. Momentary. Insularly. Unremarkable.

“Was it?” Dr. Vernon probed.

“No,”

“Was it magnified when she left?” Dr. Vernon, TKO.

“Yeah,” Timothée whispered.

“Did she tell you why she was leaving you?” Dr. Vernon asked, handing the box of tissues to Timothée. He stared at her, unsure if he’s ready to divulge his greatest heartbreak. This was the moment they’d been leading to, the moment where he bared his soul, his shame, abandonment and contempt coming to a head in the quote from his ex. His eyes continued to leak heavy, hot tears; voice caught in his throat.

“It’s okay to just cry,” Dr. Vernon encouraged as Timothée’s shoulders slumped, his sobs breaking him.

“I’ve cried so fucking much,” Is all he could get out, a statement ringing true like the sunsetting and rising every day/night. He’s so fucking tired of it, of all of it. “She said, she said that everything we’d planned was gone.”

Dr. Vernon gazed at him, his slim figure compulsively recoiling as his sobs continued. Timothée wasn’t the first client to come to her at the height of despair, walls caving in. Nor was he the first partner to show up, the cracks of their relationship only revealing themselves as they talked, the instability and decay bubbling to the surface.

“That wasn’t all she said,” Dr. Vernon had a knowing look in her eye. As he blinked, Timothée wondered if it was smug, condescending, a look that told him he should’ve seen their demise coming.

“She,” He took a deep breath, a poor attempt at steadying himself. “She said that Florence had made me a father, and she would never be able to live up to that.”

Dr. Vernon sat, eyes pensive, pen stilled. She wondered how long it would take for Timothée to understand the hurt and abandonment his former partner felt learning that he had fathered a child with someone else. Not just the hurt, but the unraveling of her future, of their life, no matter how tenuous the situation was. Timothée, for all his charm and relationship experience, seemed to be lacking the ability to understand the primal desire built into womanhood: the want, need, to bear children. Some women never felt the calling, but it didn’t stop their biology from preparing their womb every month for a child and shedding it when it realized none was coming. He hadn’t yet grasped the reality of having your life partner, through choice or accident, embark on the most primordial aspect of life without them.

Dr. Vernon’s theories had been correct, and as she guided him throughout his sessions, she hoped that Timothée would fully grasp the weight his actions had on his ex, the pain he caused, and the hurt that both parties were feeling. The grief they were each going through was all encompassing but refusing to acknowledge both sides of the story would not serve Timothée in the future.

Timothée was hung up on how she left, how she iced him out, how she responded to his actions. But he hadn’t yet began to understand the utter devastation he created. By being unwilling to admit that he was the villain in his narrative, he failed to recognize that she too, had been the villain of hers. The only difference was that Timothée came out of the breakup with the house, and what mattered more, a child. A child to love, who would love him in return, a child with hints of his features and a name he helped pick out. It didn’t matter if he was heartbroken, he walked away with everything.

Next: The Side Door

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illyrian-book-lover · 4 years

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List of characters I write for.

Scenario # 5

“Wait, you knew her?” The small child asked her grandfather.

“Yes,” he whispered as though telling her a secret. Though it was. A secret limited amount of people knew about. “I knew all of them.”

“What were they like?” The girl asked with child-like wonder, eyes wide.

“They were going to change the world.” And they did. A rueful smile spread on his face as he thought of all the time he spend with his friends. The trouble they got into.

“What happened to them?”

Tears gathered in his eyes. He hadn’t thought of them for some time now. He had busied himself with work and his family, trying to move on from the tragedy. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t laid wide awake in his bed countless nights, wondering how his life would’ve turned out with his best friends by his side.

The older man cleared his throat and stood up from his spot on his granddaughters bed. He pulled up the blanket to her chin and patted her head lightly.

“That is a story for another day.” He said as he walked out of the room.

The older man walked to his basement and pulled aside the bookcase he had placed there so long ago. His hand found the doorknob of the hidden door and pushed it open.

His eyes glanced around the room, looking at all the things he had collected over the years before his eyes stopped on a box sitting on a desk.

He removed the top and ran his hand over the many photographs containing the faces of his friends. A tear slipped through his eye, crawled down his cheek and splashed on the face of his best friend.

#writing #prompt #original character #original work #original writing #original content #richie tozier x reader #steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #chris evans x reader #timothee chalamet #sebastian stan x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader

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trash-ocs · 3 years

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#23 OC: Jack Morgan

Full Name: Jack Michael Morgan

Fandom: Original!

Face Claim: Timothee Chalamet

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Hetero

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 24

Zodiac: Scorpio ♏

Birthday: October 25

Family: Richard Morgan, Skylar Morgan † (nee. Greene)

Birthplace: San Diego, California

Job: Club Bouncer

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Height: 6'0"

Other OC Associations: Richard Morgan, father. Rudee Harlem, girlfriend. Matt Hinton, acquaintance. Ashe Mackenzie, acquaintance.

#oc: jack morgan #fandom: original #fandom: original work #original plot #original character #original story #oc #ocs #my ocs #oc appreciation #oc inspo #oc introduction #oc intro #oc x oc #timothee chalamet

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'Falling' - Regulus Black x Original Female Character (Prologue)

Description: Sometimes the most unexpected friendships become the ones that mean the most. This was true for Lilia Arianwen Llewellyn and Regulus Black. A pureblood Slytherin from a noble family and a half-blood Gryffindor who's wizard father fell for a muggle. After maintaining a secret friendship from their third year which began to fade at the end of their fifth year, the pairs return to Hogwarts for their penultimate year will change their lives forever.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, mention of loss of virginity but no detail. (Think thats it for this part, more themes will be introduced as it continues and appropriate warnings will be added to each chapter)

(Authors Note: Hi so I'm a slut for Timothee Chalamet as Regulus Black so thought I needed to write a fic and get it out of my system. Some of this fic won't fit in with the storys actual timeline but hopefully it will all still make sense. I have a clear plan of what I want do with this story but not to sure how long it will be yet so hopefully you all enjoy 😚)

Sometimes the most unexpected friendships become the ones that mean the most. This was definitely the case in terms of my friendship with Regulus Black.

On paper, the pair of us we're not supposed to be friends. Regulus Arcturus Black of the noble House of Black, a pureblood Slytherin was definitely not supposed to befriend me, Lilia Arianwen Llewellyn, a half-blood witch from Gryffindor House.

Our friendship began back on a rainy Novembers night in third year. I was sat at the top of the astronomy tower, pathetically crying my eyes out because the boy I fancied didn't fancy me back. It is so childish and silly now I look back. My night of feeling sorry for myself was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. I can remember my breath catching, scared I'd been caught out of bed after hours by a teacher. When I saw it was Regulus Black, I didn't know if I was more worried by this or relieved. He looked just as shocked to see me and I felt extremely vulnerable, sat there in my striped pyjamas with a tear stained face. We stayed silent and looked at each other awkwardly for what seemed like forever before Regulus broke the silence. 'Are you ok?' he awkwardly asked. I tried my best to put on a brave face but instead my bottom lip poked out and I started crying again. Regulus took a seat next to be and tensely patted my back until I calmed down. We then stayed up talking for ages, well more me talking at him, Regulus didn't share too much at the beginning of our friendship.

After that nights run ins on the astronomy tower became a regular occurrence. The more I saw him, the more he began to open up. I learnt that he wasn't the cold, cruel and arrogant boy like I had thought, instead he was kind and vulnerable and funny. I felt honoured that I got to see that side of him. The pair of us decided to keep our friendship a secret, knowing both of our friends and his family would disapprove. It was exciting having a secret that only us two knew.

When we returned to Hogwarts after summer in fourth year the tower meet ups began again instantly. We hadn't been able to write to each other over Summer and had so much to catch up on. I found it harder to keep our friendship a secret this time around. It was harder to walk past him in the halls and not want to smile, to watch him with his friends and not be able to go say hi. It seemed easy for Regulus though, I never caught him taking a second glance in my direction like I always did for him. I never brought up how I found it hard to him, not wanting to come across to much or stress him out as I knew how angry his cruel parents would be if it ever got back to them.

Then last year, when we came back for our fifth year, the tower meet ups carried on as usual. It felt different this time. Regulus and I had grown up a lot over the summer, transitioning from early adolescence into the beginning of our late teenage years. I had finally started to grow into my body over the summer, coming back looking less like a girl and more like a young lady, as my mother put it. My hair had gotten longer and my face had become prettier.Regulus had gotten taller, broader, which I put down to his Quidditch practice. His features had become defined, much more handsome and he'd changed his hairstyle which made him look more mature. I'd back sneaked packs of my mothers cigarettes with me which we would sit and smoke, making us feel older than what we were. With exams and everything the tower meet ups became less frequent this year. I'd also noticed how Regulus was getting much more female attention, which was obviously fine but it meant he had less time to try and sneak and see me as he'd been going on dates. Whenever we did manage to meet up, he barely seemed interested, becoming blunt and cold towards me. As this school year came to an end we barely saw each other at all. This really fucking hurt. More than I would ever care to admit.

I spent my summer thinking of him, wondering what we was doing and where we stood with each other. Summer was my favourite time of year, it was when I thrived, so I'd tried to take my mind off Regulus. I met up with friends, from both the wizarding and muggle world. I even went away on holiday with a few of my muggle friends. I would cherish that week forever, it was an escape from magic and the wizarding war that was looming. We had laughed and talked and had fun. I'd lost my virginity, along with a few of my other friends. It was the summer I felt like I had become a woman. Despite this escape , my yearning to return to Hogwarts was still very much present, especially as the Summer was coming to a close.

Now here I was, sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, ready to embark on my sixth year. My body tingled with anticipation, excited to see what the new school year would bring.

#regulus black fanfiction #regulus black #marauders fanfiction #the marauders #marauders era #regulus black x female reader #regulus x reader #hogwarts #harry potter #regulus black smut #timothee chalamet

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