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holly-the-trash-writer · 3 months

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An honest mistake on TV leads to you and Timothée going back and forth on Instagram

Timothèe Chalamet x Famous!Reader

Face Claim Jenna Ortega

A/n I love social media AUs.

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alllthingsy/n

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allthingsy/n In Y/n's autocomplete interview she said her biggest celeb crush is Timothee Chalamet. Like. Gurl same. 😍

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rosiecheeks She was so cute in that interview 🥹

y/nqueen I feel like I know so much more about her now

holllyaddams She's just like ussssss

timotheeee I'd die for him ngl

y/nlife Why do I ship it?

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celebgossip Timothée Chalamet on The Late Late Show admits he doesn't know who Y/n L/n is. When asked about her recent admittance that he is her celeb crush, the Little Women actor replied with "Who dat?" A little bit awkward for Miss L/n.

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hannahbee He said it and laughed, he wasnt being rude???? Ppl make shit from nothing

rihannaisbae Please. She does two movies and thinks she's the shit.

ryanslife Exactly. Who tf is she?

y/nnn Star of the Number 1 show on Netflix rn?????? Stop clowning 🤡

bibaby He better be playin 💀😭

sarahwicks he be lying for the clout stg

itsgiving She's at home crying rn

Texts Between Zendaya and Timothée

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yourinstagram Do you know me now? @.elle

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elle 🩷🩷

arianagrande ❤️‍🔥

melissabarrera That's my sister 🥹😍

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jack_quaid I think you'll find I'M the scream queen

yourinstagram You the ✨️drama✨️ queen

scream21fan She really said do you know me now 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 we stann

y/nismother Not her calling out Timmy 💀

y/nstann I'm SCREAMING

timmyfan @.tchalamet @.tchalamet

britney.bitch 🩷Barbie🩷Era🩷

randomguy32 @.tchalamet

Texts Between Florence Pugh and Timothée

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tchalamet Hi Barbie👋🏻🩷

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user194 Guysssssss is this beefing or is this flirting?!

user92 This is flirting 💯

user724 Have they even met each other? He said he doesn't know Y/n???

elle 🩷🩷

user23 @.elle ships it

florencepugh A King 😍

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tomholland2013 Real men wear pink

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user847 No such thing as coincidence

user1748 This is a response to Y/n we ALL know it!!!!

user01 Y/n's in the likes!! 🚨🚨

user9374 @.yourinstagram @.yourinstagram

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melissaandy/n I'm losing my MIND. Melissa posted this on her story a week after Timothee Chalamet posted him standing in front of Y/n's Wednesday poster. WHATS HAPPENING?!?!

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user8273 I don't get it???

user61535 Dune is Timothees movie

user8273 Yeah but what's happening???

user16 Basically. Y/n said Timothee was her celeb crush. When Tim got asked about her he said Who dat. Y/n posted her Elle cover and said Do you know me now? And THEN Tim posted two pics of him in pink suits saying Hi Barbie (Y/ns Elle shoot was in pink) AND THEN Tim took a pic of him in front of a Wednesday poster saying Ever feel like the universe is tryna tell you something? Me either. And now we're here. No one knows if they beefing or joking

user177 Previously on.... 🤣🤣🤣

user8883 I'm soooo here for this

user0374 I can't put my damn phone down

user1273 No but seriously... are they beefing or no?

user1736 Nahhh. This is pure banter

user8174 agreed.

user8827 Totally. They're making a big joke out of it

#famous!reader #actress!reader #social media au #timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothee x reader #timothee x y/n #fake insta post #instagram au

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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snow falls hot | part 3.

Summary: (Y/N) Snow isn’t a Snow at all. She’s a Targaryen— Rhaegar’s child. Taken in by the Starks, she leads her life as another on of Ned’s bastards. Will she be able to live in Westeros comfortably? More importantly, does she have any ambition to see herself one day on the Iron Throne?

Warnings: in this part none but this is game of thrones so…

Pairing: robb stark x reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Catelyn Stark in Renly Baratheon’s camp wasn’t what you expected. You being there was not what she expected either. From what you were told she had been there at least a week or so before you came, having tried to make Stannis and Renly join forces against the Lannisters. If she saw Stannis then he couldn’t have had Arya. You hopped from your horse and entered the large tent where Renly, Loras, Margarey, Catelyn, and Brienne of Tarth were meeting.

“The man with me is Joffrey’s watchdog. He needs to be rid of before I can speak.”

“Loras, deal with the Kingsguard.”

The knight left the tent and you breathed a sigh of relief. The relief was short lived as a man outside of the tent entered, claiming that Littlefinger had arrived. You glared when Baelish walked in. His signature smirk graced his face when he locked eyes with you.

“You followed me?”

“I am simply acting independent. Two ravens were received after you left and I was given the fastest horse to try and catch up in time. One from Lannister watchers about our Young Wolf and the other from the Citadel in regards to you, Lady Snow.”

“Why are you here, Lord Baelish?”

“King Joffrey is not pleased at Robb Stark’s victories and will not show mercy, of course I can be swayed to the side of the victor. If you were to march on the capital, I swear to you I would help. Tyrion hopes to make an exchange of good faith in hopes to quell the war.”

“Which would be?” Catelyn asked.

“Your prisoner for ours. Jaime Lannister for Arya and Sansa Stark.”

Baelish never tore his eye from you, daring you to say that they didn’t have Arya. A box with Ned’s bones was brought inside the tent. Another act of good faith on Tyrion’s part. So, Ned could be buried in the crypts of Winterfell where he belonged. Your gaze never tore from Baelish as Catelyn asked if that was why you came.

“I don’t know what Tyrion thought he would achieve by attempting to send you ahead of me or by telling me of Ser Jaime’s capture but even you must have known I won’t lie, Lord Baelish. Sansa stays at the Red Keep, Lady Stark. Arya, we thought to have been taken by one of Renly’s spies. Clearly mistaken.”

“Arya is missing?!”

“Since after the execution.”

Renly cleared his throat and addressed the man still standing at the tent flap. “Escort Lord Baelish to where he can stay for the night.”

Most left the tent, leaving you with Brienne, Catelyn, and Renly. Once again, your pacing started. This time Godswood paced with you. Arya was still gone. It was a matter of should you go back to King’s Landing. There wasn’t much good you could do there but Sansa was still there. Someone needed to make sure she wasn’t alone. Wind blew in the tent causing you to stop in your tracks.

There wasn’t a flap open to allow any wind inside. You gasped as you turned, watching a shadowy figure stab Renly. Blood poured from his mouth before you or the other two women could move. Godswood barked after the figure before you had the chance to shut him up. The barks alerted the knights outside. They came in, swords unsheathed, and prepared to take Brienne. You and Catelyn both shouted that it was not her. Godswood jumped on the knight closest to Brienne.

“Follow Godswood and run!” You shouted.

The woman and dire wolf were out the tent in an instant. Catelyn and you, not being accused of anything, quickly but calmly saddled horses and left— you making sure the third horse for Brienne stayed with you. It was awful to think but in a way you welcomed Renly’s death. It freed you from having to return to King’s Landing.

When news of Stannis murdering Renly reached the Keep, it would be assumed you were taken too. You promised Sansa that you would come back for her. But you also promised to have the North behind you when you did. That was a promise you intended to keep, ready to ride to the Westerlands where Robb’s army was camped.

You grasped at the fur cloak in your lap, pulling it around you instead. The bite of the cold wind was welcome, it meant you were closer to home. You closed the clasp on your cloak— Robb’s cloak— and continued to ride behind Catelyn as she led the way to the camp. As you entered the camp, you smiled at the familiar faces of Northernmen.

“Ser Brienne?”

“My lady?” Brienne choked out, honestly stunned that you would call her the title others ridiculed her for wanting.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a lady knight before. I don’t think Robb has either, he’ll be excited to meet you.”

“That pleases me to hear, Lady Snow.”

“I hope you like the North. If the people seem harsh, they don’t mean to be. We’re rather blunt around here.”

“Are you scaring our guest?” Robb shouted.

You chuckled at the sights of the boy now man— more handsome than ever. He walked up to the horse, arms instinctively around your waist to help you down. He readjusted his cloak you were wearing and smiled at you. From a pocket, Robb pulled out a letter.

“Is this real? Father really sent this out?”

“Lord Stark said it was time people know I’m not a Stark… he wants me to be the Lady of Winterfell,” you whispered the last part.

Robb’s hand tilted your chin upwards so you weren’t staring at the ground. “I want you to be the Lady of Winterfell.”

“This isn’t time for games, Stark.”

Robb laughed and leaned close to your ear. “I’m not playing silly children’s games, Targaryen. I think we’ve done that dance long enough.”

He pulled back to look at you. Robb was about to say something else when Catelyn and Brienne moved from where they had been watching the entire encounter. Brienne bowed to Robb who greeted the knight with open arms. Lord Bolton approached your small group, your large smile turned into a frown at seeing the man’s expression. Robb patted your arm and pointed you to his tent, saying he’d be back after figuring out what was wrong.

When he returned to his tent, he laid down on the pile of furs that were supposed to make a bed. You finished taking the things you brought with you out of your bag and set them on the table in the large tent before joining Robb on the furs.

“I was going to send you back to Winterfell with my mother but Lord Bolton says Theon has betrayed us.”

“Theon?”

“I know. I didn’t want to believe him at first. Like a brother we treated him and he does this instead… I don’t want to talk about Theon anymore. I’d rather discuss us.”

“Your mother says she’s promised you to a Frey girl.”

“Father’s letter states our promise as years before even Rickon was born. I think that vow is stronger, isn’t it?”

“But you need…”

“Walder Frey pulled his men.”

“What?”

“Before a word left my mouth, he stated that Lord Stark outlined a vow he wouldn’t break. But that meant we couldn’t fulfill his so he saw no point in helping us.”

Robb’s fingers traced your face. His eyes bore into yours and you remembered Eddard’s words. He was right. You and Robb lingered too long on each other since you were children. Infatuation you swore would go away the older you got but never did. Robb grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips where he pressed two light kisses. You sat up rather quickly.

“I wouldn’t be the Lady of Winterfell, I’d be Queen in the North. Your queen.”

That brought a large smile to Robb’s face as he pulled you back down. “Is that what you want?”

“I want more. I promised Sansa you’d bring her Joffrey’s head on a pike.”

“That is what Sansa wants, and she will get it. What do you want?”

“What are my house words?”

“Fire and Blood.”

“That is what I demand from the false king that calls himself a Baratheon. I want the Iron Throne, King Stark.”

Robb’s eyes left yours for a moment as they flitted to your lips. His hand cradled your head as it gently pushed you towards him until his lips were on yours. Robb kissed soft but firm enough that you wanted more when he pulled away.

“The entire Seven Kingdoms will be yours, (Y/N) Targaryen.”

“Stark,” you corrected him. “(Y/N) Targaryen Stark.”

Robb kissed you again, whining when you attempted to leave the bed.

“We are not wed yet, Robb. It would be improper if your men caught me here in the morning.”

“It is an army camp. The rules of lords and ladies do not apply here. Stay, please.”

With a nod, you melted back into his touch. Godswood and Robb’s very large Grey Wind curled at the foot of the bed— soon they would be too big for both of them to fit. You and Robb held onto each other. Robb attempted to press you as close into his body as possible.

The camp was as alive as it could be with injured and tired soldiers. You helped out and tended to the injured where you could, earning thanks as you went along. It was a way to keep yourself busy and distracted from the news of Theon’s betrayal and Catelyn setting Jaime Lannister free to go back to King’s Landing. At least he was escorted by Brienne— you trusted the knight.

When there wasn’t much to actively do— you realized that an army camp was very boring— you returned to the large tent. You started a small fire in the little pit and grabbed your egg fossil from the table. It had left some dust on Robb’s map of Westeros, even more color peeking through the grey. Alone in the tent, Godswood leaving to be with Grey Wind, you continued to clean the egg.

Your eyes rolled back into your head until only white showed as your hand touched the egg. Images danced in your mind of ruined cities high in the clouds of a land you’ve never seen before. As you stood in what you assumed was the ruins of an open courtyard, a large shadow blocked out the sun. A shadow with wings.

You started to chase after the shadow in determination to see the dragon you knew casted it. Somehow, you lost the massive creature. But it had led you to a high tower— in ruins, like the rest of the place. Carefully, you walked up the crumbling steps until you reached the top.

Eggs. Everywhere, in multiple nests carved into the wall, were eggs. A large book on a podium rested in the center of the room. You walked over to the book, flipping through the pages. It was a language most didn’t know. High Valyrian— a language you barely knew. Maester Luwin, at Ned’s request, taught you. But books on the language were very scare in the North.

Still, you flipped through the pages and let your fingers run over the words. They seemed to be commands but you’d have to take more time to figure out the words you didn’t know. You were vaguely aware of someone calling your name. Your vision was abruptly restored and you were returned to the large tent. Robb was holding your arms, your back against his chest. You looked up at him to see a face full of worry.

“You could have been burned. What were you thinking sticking your arms in the fire?”

The sleeves of your gown were charred and falling off. The skin underneath was perfectly fine.

“Your hair, it’s white.”

Parts of your curls that had been touched by the heat were Targaryen white— the fire having burned away the dye to reveal your true color. You opened your mouth to say something when your ears perked up at the gentle cracking sound. Your gaze moved to the fire, as did Robb’s, where the egg fossil was laying. The egg seemed to move back and forth, cracks forming on it. You wanted to grab it before the fire broke the stone even more. But before you could get it, the egg broke.

“Is that…”

“A dragon,” you whispered, looking at the small creature that had emerged from the egg.

The dragon left the fire and crawled into your hand. You lifted up the tiny thing and it moved along your arm till it perched on your shoulder, staring Robb in the face. Robb tentatively reached a hand— pulling back when the dragon snapped at him.

“How do we explain this?” he asked in awe.

“Jon has the other.”

“What?”

“There were two. I didn’t think much of it, I thought they were merely fossils. I gave him the other when he left for the Wall.”

“It is safe with Jon. You, my love, are no longer however.”

The dragon jumped from your shoulder back to your hands. You got up from the floor of the tent and moved to the table, setting the dragon there instead. You sighed and turned back to Robb.

“We marry tonight and tomorrow morning the North learns they have always had the last Targaryen under their thumb.”

“All of Westeros will know,” Robb said with a shake of his head.

“And then all of Westeros will come to remember the power of the Targaryens,” you said with conviction.

(Part 4)...

#game of thrones fic #asoiaf fic #robb stark x reader

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closethedoorandcomehere · 2 months

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Call for Questions: A Storm of Swords: Daenerys VI, Jon X, Arya XIII

We will be recording the following chapters Sunday, February 18

*ASoS: Daenerys VI: Dany finds out about Jorah and Barristan

*ASoS: Jon X: Stannis! Stannis! STANNS!

*ASoS: Arya XIII: Arya stabs Tickler and gives The Hound mercy We would love your comments/questions, so if you have any specific questions for the podcast hosts, comment like this: Question: [chapter name if applicable]: when will The Winds of Winter be released? (Apparently never 😦 )

#jb podcast #asoiaf podcast #arya stark #stannis baratheon #jon snow #daenerys targaryen

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fantasticbirdhologram · 10 months

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FAnnedom, get in here, we're watching Anne answer sports questions

#princess royal #princess anne #we have no choice but to stanne #anne has the best vibes #equestriANNE #anne does stuff #Anne on Question of Sport #Youtube

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thiziri · 2 years

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Sir Tim Laurence smiles at his wife, Princess Anne, as the Countess of Wessex comforts her 💕

#🥺🥺#sweet baby boy #always there to support his wife #we stanne a supportive boi #princess anne #princess royal #tim laurence #timothy laurence #sophie countess of wessex #brf #british royal family

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he4rts4alexis · 9 months

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Prom Royalty

Pairing: Clyde x reader

Warnings: profanity if you squint a little

About: Clyde and you bribe Kyle into making y'all prom royalty

"y/n we don't have all day pick a dress" Clyde says impatiently. "I'm trying these are so pretty" you say as you look at all three red color dresses.

You got the tight dress that showed all your curves and cleavage "don't you think that's a bit to revealing?" Clyde says still look at the dress "M~ no just right let's go" you say as you go back to the changing room and take off the dress. You soon get out and buy the dress. "I still don't think it's a good dress for prom" Clyde says unsure if he like it or not.

"stop questioning me and get in the car" you say handing him the keys. "We really need to win the prom king and queen" you say looking out the window. "How are we supposed to do that when Tolkien and nichole are a couple their literally the school's golden couple" Clyde says still paying attention to the road. "I have an idea let's bribe Kyle isn't he in charge of the votes" you say looking at Clyde "how we don't even talk to him or know what things he likes" Clyde says unsure if he wants to go through with it. "Yes but his best friend does I will text him" you say as you take out your phone

I didn't feel like doing the fake text messages😕

Y/n: Stann I need your help it's an emergency

Stan: yea what's wrong

Y/n: what's Kyle's favorite thing in the world

Stan: the Denver nuggets basketball team

Y/n: alright thanks

"what did he say?" Clyde asks while looking at you

"A stupid basketball team" you say rolling your eyes

"hmm what if we get him tickets to it" Clyde says confidently "do you know how much money that will be?" "Loren we'll be fine I'll make the money back by selling more shoes this is my last prom I wanna make it count". You hated when he gave you those sad sob stories but you did it anyway because you wanted to win to obvi and bought the tickets for Kyle. "Uh Kyle Clyde wanted me to give you these" you say before handing the tickets to him "A-ARE THOSE DENVER NUGGET TICKETS!?" "Yeah but you can only have them if you let me and Clyde be prom queen and king" "y/n you know I can't do that" "you can do it it's just you don't want to are you sure you don't want to" you say swinging the two tickets in his face. "Ugh fine just give me the tickets and no take backs" "Kyle I may not be as smart as you but I'm not dumb either you'll get them after I see crowns on me and Clyde's head"

And with that you walked off

"what did he say?" "Oh he's gonna do it he has no choice" "are you holding the tickets hostage?" "Maybe oh don't judge me I'm desperate" "not as desperate as me" he pulls you in to kiss you.

*Time skip to the night of the prom*

After your mom takes the last photo for prom of the night you and Craig got into the red shiny car he rented "you sure this is gonna work y/n?" "Clyde stop rushing me" "alright fine" You two make your way to the decorated gym "hey y/n" Heidi says "hey where's Eric?" "He's by the food table stuffing his face" she says as she started to pout. "Ha typical Cartman" "shut the fuck up Clyde" you elbow him "anywho see you later Heidi" "bye y/n"

*Time skip to the near end of prom*

Wendy and Kyle get on stage to pronounce prom Royalty tonight. "Tonight's prom king is... Clyde Donavon!" Clyde walks up on stage whispering a "thank you" to Kyle "And also the true beauty of the night the prom queen of tonight's wonderful prom is... Y/n L/n!" You walk on stage and hands Kyle his tickets. The floor clears as you and Clyde have the royal dance "he really did it" "ofc Kyle would do anything if it requires a basketball" "heh yeah" Clyde pulls you in for a warm and passionate kiss.

That was a bullshit ass ending but yeahhh I swear the only reason I wrote this is because it's been in my drafts for weeks I wanted to write for Tolkien but I did not know how I can turn those titles into one shots 💀

#alexis 💕#kyle broflovski #bebe south park #south park #south park clyde #stan marsh #wendy testaburger #clyde x reader #clyde x y/n #southpark x reader #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #south park headcanons #south park oneshots #south park x y/n #south park x reader #south park x you

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