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He could be quiet, Oliver reasons, glancing at the charcoal smudge of Elio’s lashes where they lie upon his Bottichelli cheekbones. The rhythmic rise of his shoulders as he breathes deep and even. Just knock one out into a tissue - or whichever item of clothing he finds on the hardwood floor - then settle in for a few more hours of sleep.

THE ESSENCE OF PLEASURE (IS SPONTANEITY)

The ethereal glow of moonlight still swathes their Manhattan apartment when Oliver jerks awake at some ungodly hour, hard and disorientated from a particularly vivid dream. Elio’s sprawled on his stomach beside him. Slender arms secreted under his mountainous pillows. Nose buried so thoroughly in the striped material that his occasional snuffling snores are barely audible over the yowling tomcat in the communal courtyard, below.

Ever the perfectionist, his exhausted boyfriend has been burning the candle at both ends: taking full advantage of Juilliard's sound-proof practice rooms to cram for his upcoming assessments. Keeping him fed and functional is an uphill battle - Pro and Annella’s sage advice notwithstanding - so Oliver hopes he’ll rest for a good while longer, yet. In all honesty, he wishes the same for himself, but his erection shows no sign of flagging, and the pressure of the sheets alone is a marked distraction at his aching groin.

He should get up, really.

Satisfy his carnal urges in the bathroom across the hall.

But the bed is comfortable, despite its age, the ill-fitting window lets in a draft, and for his sins, the familiar musk of Elio’s skin - the underlying hints of Marlboro cigarettes, bergamot shower gel, and Oliver’s own Drakkar Noir - throws a fierce accelerant on the molten core of his arousal.

Discretion might be the better part of valour, but where there’s a will, there’s most certainly a way: as evidenced by his maestro’s miraculous presence at all. And he could be quiet, Oliver reasons, glancing at the charcoal smudge of Elio’s lashes where they lie upon his Bottichelli cheekbones. The rhythmic rise of his shoulders as he breathes deep and even. Just knock one out into a tissue - or whichever item of clothing he finds on the hardwood floor - then settle in for a few more hours of sleep.

The lingering aroma of spent passion hangs enticingly in the air, and flicking his left nipple between thumb and forefinger, Oliver’s thoughts wander to the frenzied smacks of their bodies the night before. The whispered words of encouragement as he thrust inside him. Harder. Faster. Più profondo! The eventual pleas for mercy when it was Elio’s nipples he took between his teeth; working the sensitive peaks until they were red and puffy.

He can hear them still - those phantom cries ringing out like a tefillah - and Oliver’s heart trips over itself as he throws caution to the wind.

Eases the rumpled bedding from his bobbing manhood.

Gathers the slippery beads of excitement to ease his way.

A vehicle pauses on the street outside. A muffled rendition of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird rising from its tinny speakers. Oliver closes his eyes on the guitar solo - wriggles to make himself comfortable - and focusing on his sensitive tip, pretends it’s Elio’s whip-smart mouth stretching to accommodate his glans. Unsurprisingly, the mental picture zips a molten trail up his spine, so Oliver proceeds to jerk his cock in earnest; swallowing the raspy groans that choke his tinder-dry throat.

Imagination turns to need - already, this bears the hallmarks of his fastest orgasm in years - and fumbling blindly over the side of the mattress, he forces his fretful hips immobile as he snags a pair of cotton boxers from amidst tomorrow’s discarded laundry. Elio’s, he discovers, thanks to a surreptitious sniff; the unadulterated scent a powerful aphrodisiac as he brings it to his face.

Just like clockwork, his strokes grow frenetic. The tightness of his scrotum building exponentially as a blazing fire rages at the centre of his being. Beyond his control, the tense muscles of his thighs tremble with urgency - no less violent than the stuttering of his lungs - and the garbled syllables trapped beneath his ribs emerge via stifled whimpers until -

A pointy chin digs into his shoulder.

Blunt nails skim the fading scar on his side.

A second, unabashed palm encloses his fist.

He didn’t hear the tell-tale signs of Elio stirring: the unsubtle creak of their worn-out box springs as he shuffled to close the scant distance between them. Or maybe he did, Oliver debates, while Elio presses a soft, barely-there kiss to his jaw. Airy and teasing, and nowhere near enough. Maybe he’d simply deemed it part of the fantasy. But the shock - the livewire sensation of Elio pulling rank on his pleasure - strikes a deliberate chord, and with a strangled whimper Oliver’s shoved past the thin grey line labelled just about there to right fucking now; his climax exploding like a supernova as bright white orbs dance behind his eyelids.

It’s devastating in its intensity, yet Elio giggles with clear delight as liquid heat coats their still-moving knuckles. “Better now?” he asks, voice gravelly over his thundering pulse, and Oliver barely has the wherewithal to nod when the other man wriggles southwards, seemingly intent on licking the pearly streaks from his heaving midsection.

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Happy Valentine's Day, Peaches... remember when I went through that phase of shameless Oliver wank fics? Well, I figured these two idiots deserved a happy ending ❤️

#cmbyn fanfic #call me by your name #elio x oliver

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I WALK A LITTLE FASTER

#armie hammer #timothee chalamet #call me by your name #fanvid #I remember reading a fanfic where Elio moved to the US and became homeless or something like that lol..? Lmk if u know what I'm talking abt

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Bonjour🫧

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y/i/n I can’t even belive how lucky i am to even be nominated for a second Oscar. Thank you all so much for supporting me along the way, i love you with all my heart xoxo-y/n <3

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Helllo, can you write about elio and the reader where they meet one summer that she goes with her family to italy and everything is super romantic (she has her first time with him) thank uu

Wasted Days

elio perlman x black!female!reader

a/n: HIII I'm so happy to come back with a new fic, I love Elio so much and this ask, I couldn't wait to post it. I hope you're going to love it too! Don't hesitate to like, reblog and comment if you like it, you can even buy me a coffee!

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warnings: smut !!self indulging lol, smoking and drinking

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It had been 6 years since the last time you went to Italy. Your family had friends in a little village named Crema where you remember spending a lot of your time under the sun, the smell of summer lingering in your nose, the warm feeling on your skin and your head completely empty from all the worries that the sun seemed to wash away.

This summer your parents received a card from their friend, begging them to come to their house to spend some time with them, to catch up a little bit. So here you were, listening to the singing of birds while laying down on the bed, the only thing reminding you that you were still alive and awake was the sound of your hosts and your family.

“Y/n?” You heard their daughter say while she entered the spare room you were in and you only groaned in response, the only sound you were able to let out of your throat at this moment. “There’s this boy, my neighbor, all of us are going to his house to play volleyball, do you want to come?” She asked as she seated next to you on the bed, watching you attentively when you finally opened your eyes.

“It’s too hot to play volleyball,” you sighed and she laughed. The mark of deep reflection was on her face before she finally exclaimed.

“Well, he has a pool.” It was the only thing you needed to hear to stand up, ready to feel on your body the water warmed up by the sunlights.

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The playful exclamation and laughs of young adults could be heard clearly now that you were in the yard. You barely had time to see the volleyball field and the people playing before hearing the loud voice of your friend.

“Elio!” She exclaimed as she dragged you to the boy walking toward you. The boy awkwardly smiled while looking at you, seemingly shy to see a new person. “This is my family’s friends’ daughter, Y/n.” she gestured to you and you smiled, still feeling an awkward feeling in the air, “and Y/n, this is Elio, my neighbor.”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/n,” He simply said before shaking your hand, showing his good manners and you felt the softness of his skin against yours. He finally looked at your cousin then glanced at you, “Do you want to play?” He asked, his chin pointing to the field.

“I’m good, to be honest I came here for the pool.” You joyfully said and he laughed a little bit.

“Sure, let me lead the way.” He began to walk off to your destination and your friend simply pushed you toward him while smiling suggestively.

“Is it your first time here?” He tried to do small talk.

“Kind of, it’s my first time coming back here since six years”

The two of you were now in front of the little pool, you thanked him before removing your clothes revealing your bathsuit that Elio’s eyes couldn't help but stare at. The view of you entering the warm pool was almost dreamlike, even erotic, seeming like a nymph or a siren joining the water, creating a blinding shine on your body that invited him to join you.

Feeling like a creep, Elio quickly distracted himself by looking around his yard like something could be more interesting than you. However, the sound of pleasure almost inaudible that escaped your lips was caught on by his ears and he looked at you.

“Can I join you?” he asked before even realizing his words.

“Sure” you smiled at him, now playing slightly with the water around you, comforting him in the idea of you as some sort of bewitching ocean creature.

When he entered the water you tried your best to not look at him but it was hard, he was handsome and you couldn’t deny it. Once he was fully installed in the water, a comfortable silence took place, and you wanted nothing more than to freeze the time at this moment. However, a mischievous smile took place on Elio’s face before he splashed water at you and your gasp made him laugh.

“Oh, it’s making you laugh, you want to play.” You exclaimed before splashing him in return, hearing the sweet melody of his laugh before he took your wrists in his hand to stop you. At this moment the two of you were still laughing before realizing the proximity, and what was before a laugh was now replaced by a sweet smile. You saw the red go to his cheeks and you were sure that with a different skin color you will be seen at this exact moment the same way as him: a hot red mess.

“You look pretty” you let out while looking at his soft emerald eyes.

“Y/n, we have to go home.” Your friend exclaimed as she trotted to the two of you. You didn’t even see time fly and it was already 6pm, time to go back home.

“I hope you’ll come back, how long are you staying?” Elio asked you as he got off the pool and helped you exit it.

“2 months, I’ll come back.”

“Are the lovers done?” Your friend amusedly asked before taking your hand to lead you to her house as you waved goodbye to Elio, seeing his eyes still on you everytime you turned back to see him one last time.

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Two days passed and you found it too awkward to ask your friend to go see her pretty neighbor so you simply abstained yourself from going. It was late, all of you were in the living room, talking and laughing, your father telling the worst stories of his youth.

“I totally forgot to tell you but do you want to go to the piazzetta with my friends and I, it could be fun” your friend asked as she sat next to you, admiring your hair but refraining from touching it, knowing how much you hated it.

“I feel kind of tired you know” You sincerely said and she thought for a moment for the perfect argument to convince you.

“But we will see Chiara try to find someone to hook up with and she uses some questionable techniques, you’ll see it’ll be fun.” She whisper-yelled, not wanting her parents to hear and you chuckled at the idea but still gave her a sorry look. She thought a little bit more before finally letting out a satisfied sound. “Elio will be here.” She giggled her eyebrows and you scoffed to hide your embarrassment.

“I don’t care about Elio” you said and from your tone it was simple to understand that you were,’t even convicted by your own words.

“Come on,” she whined, “ If you come, I will not bother you about your little crush, if you don’t, be ready to hear about him all summer.” She tried to find a serious, threatening tone but she couldn’t really hide her smile.

“Okay, okay, let me get ready.”

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The piazzetta was a fun place, people were dancing and drinking but everything was open-air which made it much better than clubs.

Your friend finally found the table of her friend and she was right, Elio was here too, smoking with a drink in his hand, the light of the dancefloor reflecting on his face. When everyone saw the two of you they excitedly screamed and your friend laughed before taking a chair for her and strategically placing yours besides Elio’s one.

“I'm happy to see you.” He softly said and even with all the noise you managed to hear him as you sat down. You simply smiled, watching his plump lips as he smoked. Elio gently took the cigarette out of his mouth and offered it to you. Taking a drag, you admired his slight smirk when you gave it back to him.

“”I didn’t really want to go,” he began and you couldn't take your eyes off of him, “Still went because I hoped you'd come”. Elio was pretty similar to you in fact

“You guys come dancing?” A friend of Elio asked as they were all standing up, some already running to the dance floor.

“I’ll come later.” The two of you were now alone, watching others dance, not really knowing what to say to the one another.

“Will you show me the city tomorrow?” You abruptly asked him. Elio’s eyes illuminated before he nodded with a timid smile.

For the rest of the night the two of you chain-smoked as you talked about everything and anything, you learned you liked the same book, disliked the same songs, you even learned that Elio was a piano prodigy (he didn't said it like that) but hated playing in front of people especially when his parents asked him to play for their guests. Suddenly Elio stood up and as you questioned yourself, he helped you stand up as well by taking your hand in his.

“Come with me.” You didn’t even have to ask him where, you followed him just to be alone with him.

The two of you walked a little bit, on the way Elio sang and made you waltz, which made you laugh, a sound that Elio found satisfying. Once you were in front of a lake, Elio began to take off his clothes, only keeping his underwear. Seeing that you seemed shy he smiled at you before, turning his back on you and entering the water.

“Fuck it’s cold,” The two of you laughed and he added “ You can undress and come, I’m not looking at you.” You thanked him and said as he just told you. However he quickly joined you, hearing your gasp at the temperature of the water that enveloped your body. “I got you don’t worry” He said as he tried his best to warm you by rubbing his palms on your arms. You looked at him and saw his eyes already on you. Without even thinking about it, feeling like it was the only right thing to do, the only thing that your mind and your body wanted, you rested your hand on his cheek before sweetly pressing your lips against his, anxiously waiting for him to follow the rhythm of your lips. He did, he kissed you tenderly, lovingly, his hands exploring your sides as you were now caressing his neck slightly pulling his hair. The cold water was long forgotten now as you felt a warm feeling in your chest, the moonlight reflecting the two of you perfectly in the water.

Elio was the one who broke the kiss, looking at you, almost concerned, to be sure that you wanted this, that it wasn’t just a thoughtless action or some type of game to you. As he saw the look in your eyes he understood that you wanted this as much as him and he crashed his lips on yours, going for a more passionate kiss. You were digging your nails in his back, craving more than the sweet taste of his tongue, craving him entirely, wanting to be one with him. The realization of your affection stopped you and you stepped back a little bit, feeling overwhelmed. Elio saw it immediately, taking your hand in his before speaking to you.

“Is everything alright?” He concernedly asked, you nodded slightly.

“I think I should go home.” You said, not daring to look at him.

“Yeah, yeah of course, let me walk you back.” Elio helped you get out of the water, dressing you and himself up. The way to your friend's house was awkward, you felt the eyes of Elio on you, almost begging you to look at him, to tell him that everything was fine and that he did nothing wrong.

Tonight, Elio spent it writing in his diary, thinking about you and asking himself what he did wrong.

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For days, you avoided Elio. Your stay passed so quickly, it was soon over, and you felt like leaving without seeing Elio was terrible. You managed to convince everyone that you were sick and that you couldn’t go out every time your friend tried to drag you outside.Obviously even if you seemed sick and sad, your friend quickly understood that this had something to do with Elio. He begged her to see you and finally she accepted, without telling you of course.

“Y/n, everyone go to the beach, do you want to come, you’ll be alone in the house if you don’t come”, your friend said calmly, she was seated on your bed next to you. You simply groaned and she understood that you clearly still didn’t want to go out.

Her plan could start.

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As you heard everyone telling you goodbye from downstairs and the door closing you felt a wave of sadness washing upon you. As you began to cry, your heart aching at the thought of Elio, you heard the door of your room opening and you quickly hid under the cover thinking that your friend had come back for something in the bedroom.

“Hey,” you heard the sweet voice of the only thing that clouded your mind and uncovered your face. Elio was there, not sure if he could enter the room or not.

“Elio?” you asked.

“Can I come in?” you nodded and Elio came in, sitting next to you, watching your face. Your eyes were red and full of tears which reminded Elio of his state these last days. His hand found your cheeks, caressing them as he watched attentively and lovingly your face.

“I’m sorry if I did something that night that made you uncomfortable”. He apologized sincerely and you finally looked in his eyes.

“Elio, you did nothing wrong, I just, I can’t.” You stopped yourself before spilling all your feelings to him.

“I like you, I love you even, since the first day I felt this connection to you, I feel like we were meant to meet one day and love and cherish each other. I know you’re going to go back home soon and I can’t just keep this for me, and regret that I didn’t tell you for the rest of my life.” Elio exclaimed, you could feel the stress in his voice, he wasn’t looking at you anymore. The half closed curtains made him glow, he was so beautiful you wished you could capture this image forever in your mind.

“I love you too, I was afraid, what will we become when we’ll have to go separate ways in some time, how could I act like I’ve never loved you when I go back to my country?” you asked anxiously as you took his hand in yours and Elio smiled softly.

“Let’s just enjoy the moment.” At his words you nodded with a smile and he added while slightly laughing “God, we wasted so many days.”

“Yes, we really did.”

Elio crashed his lips on yours, his hand on your tear stained cheeks. This kiss was not like your first one, it was more gentle, more loving, less precipitated. You felt like your heart was going to explode in your chest. Elio broke the kiss before lying next to you and attentively watching your face that he didn’t want to forget. His eyes traveled to your chest and the way it moves slowly from your hushed breath.

“I want you” he whispered and you felt your heart beat even faster.

“I’ve never done it” you sincerely replied and Elio nodded comprehensively.

“I understand, but do you want to do it? I’ll be gentle don’t worry” You really wanted to do it, you trusted him and wanted him, needed him. You nodded, ready to give yourself entirely to him.

“I need you to say it please” Elio said, caressing the bare skin of your arm.

“I want you Elio, please.” You gathered all your confidence to manage to say this out loud while his green eyes were piercing your body with how intensely he was watching you.

Elio kissed you once again. His lips seemed to show all his desire for you. At the same time, his hands caressed your upper body, your face, your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones, your arms, your chest. Elio thought that by touching every inch of your body you wouldn’t forget it.

Your tongues mingled and the two of you felt the desire rise more and more. You ended the kiss to take your top off, exposing your breasts and Elio was watching you as the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

"Can I touch you?" he asked, looking into your eyes, and when he heard a yes from your mouth, he put his hands on your breasts. Your sighs of pleasure ennobled him, he put himself on you and played with your nipples, admiring the way they hardened on contact with his fingers. Elio looked at you carefully to see the pleasure distort your face, it was so beautiful to see. He could feel his pants tightening over the minutes but he only had one desire, to taste you. Suddenly you felt his tongue wrapped around your nipple. Your moans and the sounds of birds were the only things that could be heard in the room.

Elio’s kisses descended from your breasts to your belly, and the fingers of his right hand were now on your hips, near your panties, caressing your soft skin.

"I want to taste you so much”, he almost moaned at the simple idea of putting his lips on your pussy. “I fucking want you so bad," he said, looking into your eyes.

"Taste me Elio, do what you want, do what you want with my body", the words hardly came out of your mouth because of all the sensations that the boy made you feel.

At these words, Elio slowly took off your panties and laid between your legs. His movements were slow, he stroked your hips and thighs. Suddenly, his lips were placed inside your thighs. He would kiss and gently bite your skin, which would drive you crazy. He took all his time to admire the reactions of your body to his different touches.

You felt his fingers on your clit, playing with it slowly, making circles. They went down to your entrance, and Elio carefully brought a finger into you. He waited to see your reaction and to the understanding of your sigh of pleasure he began to move his fingers.

"More." You said once the sensation of his finger in you was familiar. Elio then put in a second finger, his movements were gentle and precise. At the same moment, his tongue landed on your clit, he licked it, encircled it with his lips and kissed it. You could hear Elio’s growls at the taste of your pussy. You looked down and saw him completely ennobled by pleasure, eyes closed, rubbing slowly against the mattress, trying to satisfy his desire.

"I want to feel you in me" you tell Elio who opened his eyes to look at you.

"Are you sure?" he asked in a pleasant way.

"Yes, that’s what I want."

Elio took out a condom from his jeans and you sneered.

"What?" he laughed a little while apprehending your answer.

"You planned your move." You smiled back and Elio kissed you.

"No, but I was hoping we would do it before you left." He stroked your cheek. He undressed slowly and you watched carefully the moles that adorned his perfect body.

"Don’t look at me like that," he was all over the place and you could see the pink on his cheeks.

"You are beautiful," you said sincerely, and this time it was your turn to caress his cheek. His lips came to capture yours. He stood between your legs and you bit his lower lip, which made him moan. Elio ended the kiss and looked at you attentively.

"Are you ready?" He wanted to make sure of your decision.

"Totally ready for you"

"I love you" his eyes were shining as he looked at you and a slight smile had taken place on his face.

"I love you too, I love you so much".

Elio put on the condom and slowly, being careful not to hurt you, he entered you. He would go so slowly, inch by inch, and look at your face to see if you were okay.

"Is everything all right?" He asked and you dropped a yes, focused on the unpleasant feeling. Elio then kissed your neck and bit your ear, while whispering words of love to you.

"You can go" you told him slowly once you felt ready, Elio then slowly moved his pelvis, not yet sure of his movements.

"Fuck," you heard his moans and sighs of pleasure and you couldn’t help but do the same. You felt so complete with Elio in you.

"Faster," you said. You needed more, you were ready to give yourself completely to him. He performed, his movements were faster and wider. The pleasure was such that he needed to bite your shoulder not to scream of pleasure. Your legs rolled up against his pelvis and your hands gripped his back. Elio moaned at the sensation of your nails sinking into his skin. Your name slipped out of his lips like it was the only thing he could say. The sound of your bodies clashing made the scene even more erotic.

"Elio, Elio, fuck, go on." you begged him and he kissed you, he guided your hand to your sex and encouraged you to touch you to accentuate your pleasure. The feeling was so pleasant and you already felt the pleasure choking you, as if you couldn’t breathe.

"Damn. How beautiful you are. How I love you y/n." Elio also felt he wasn’t going to last long. His movements were rough and fast. He took one of your hands in his hand, mixed your fingers while you savored your orgasm while moaning his name. Elio followed you shortly afterwards, he came into you looking you in the eye, lovingly. He got up slowly, taking off his condom before coming to lie next to you, hugging you and caressing your shoulder. You listened to the irregular rhythm of her heart while caressing her belly, tracing patterns.

"Thank you for trusting me Y/n, I love you." He says kissing your forehead and you smile.

"Thank you for being you, Elio, I love you." you answered him. For now, you don’t want to think about when you’ll leave. All you cared about was the sound of her heart, the sensation of her lips and skin at that very moment.

You had to catch up on all those wasted days after all.

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Published the 08/04/2023

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The Story of Us.

Best Friends

Timothée raised his eyebrows, his green eyes sparkling as he looked at me.

“That's not too far from where I live. I live in Hell's Kitchen.” He leaned in a little, making sure I could hear him in the crowded room “I live in the federally subsidized apartment building, Manhattan Plaza, you know.” He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah, just twenty minutes away. I heard famous artists live there.” I chuckled

He chuckled. “Yeah, some do.” A faint blush covered his face, “I'm gonna be a big actor someday, like Leonardo DiCaprio.”

He leaned closer to me and whispered softly so that only I could hear him. “I'm gonna be the star of the next big blockbuster movie when I’m all grown up.”

“I bet you will.” I chuckled, patting him on his hand. He looked at me with sparkling eyes, his head slightly tilted to the side.

“What are you gonna be when you grow up, Y/n?” He asked. “Are you gonna be a big famous actor like me someday?” He chuckled softly. “Maybe you'll star with me in one of my movies.”

“I don't know, I guess a writer? I mean I love to write poems and stories. Though, I love to act too.” I shrugged. I didn't really know what I wanted to be. My parents always wanted me to become an actress, they made me attend workshops, and made me apply to LaGuardia, but I wanted to be a writer.

“Maybe you can write one of my movies someday?” Timothée shrugged, a big smile on his face. “Or I could be the star of a movie you wrote. How about that?” He chuckled softly, his green eyes sparkling. It's making it hard not to stare at him when he looks at me like that.

“Maybe.” I chuckled.

A big smile covered his face. “I know it sounds silly, but I know it's gonna happen. I can feel it.” He sighed, his eyes glittering.

“I really wanna be someone like Leonardo DiCaprio or, like, Johnny Depp, you know?” He seemed shy talking about it, his voice was soft.

“If I'd be an actress, I want to be like Anne Hathaway.” I smiled as I thought about my favorite actress. I absolutely loved her in The Devil Wears Prada and in the Princess Diares made me fall in love with her.

He raised his eyebrows. “Anne Hathaway?” He looked over at me, “I bet you'll be even better than Anne Hathaway when you grow up, Y/n.” He smiled softly.

“But I'm not pretty enough to get roles.” I shrugged. He seemed surprised I said that, “Oh please, you're beautiful!” He chuckled and giving me a small wink. “With your talent and your looks, you will be a star someday just like Anne Hathaway, I'm sure of it.” He seemed confident I was going to be the next big actress.

“You don't even know if I'm talented,” I chuckled, “I mean we only just met.”

He placed a hand over his heart, his eyes twinkling. “I have a pretty good instinct when it comes to people, and I just have a feeling about you.” He smiled, his voice was sweet and calming. “Besides, you won't know unless you try, right?” He looked over at me, his head slightly tilted to the side.

“When's your birthday?” I asked, changing the subject.

He looked surprised that I suddenly asked him that question. “You want to know when I was born?” He chuckled softly. “Um, it's December 27, 1995. Why?” He seemed curious, a faint smile on his face.

“I'm older, October 19th 1995.” I smirked.

“Oh really?” He chuckled, looking at me with a curious expression. “I didn't realize I was talking to a big, older girl!” He teased, his smile growing wider.

He raised his eyebrows. “Does that mean you can boss me around?”

“Maybe,” I giggled, “Do you want me to boss you around?”

He looked at me, his head slightly tilted to the side. “Yes please.” He said, his voice being cheeky and playful. “I love being bossed around by older, powerful women.” A smirk covered his face.

“How do you even pronounce your name?” I asked with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, my name…” He scratched the back of his head. “You say it like ‘tee-moh-tay’.” He chuckled softly. “It's French, so it's a little tricky for some people.”

He looked at me apologetically, his smile returning. “I know it can be a tricky name to say, I mean my last name is Chalamet.” He laughed softly.

“So, you're french?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Yes, yes I am.” He nodded and smiled confidently. “My dad is French and my mother is American.”

He smiled proudly as he mentioned his parents, “Um… yeah, that's why I speak a little bit of French too.” He chuckled softly, his green eyes glittering.

“French boy, huh? Do you like escargot, since you know, you're french?” I teased.

“Escargot?” He chuckled before shaking his head, a grin covering his face. “No thank you. There's no way I'm going to eat those slimy snails.” He shrugged. “I mean I'm French but I'm still a New Yorker after all. But, I do like croissants though.”

“You're funny.” I giggled.

“I know.” He smirked. “You wanna hear a joke?” He chuckled.

“Go on, frenchie.” I chuckled.

“Don't call me that.” He laughed

His eyes twinkled with humour. “Do you want to know why you should never trust stairs?” He looked over at me with a cheeky expression, his head slightly tilted to the side. “Because they are always up to something.” He laughed softly, thinking he was hilarious. I giggled, it was a bit corny but in a silly, fun way.

“I know, I know, silly joke, but still funny.” He chuckled softly and brushed his hair out of his face.

I like this side of him, I thought as I studied his face.

“I think we're going to be best friends.” He chuckled.

“Oh, yeah? You want to be like besties?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

He looked at me with a wide grin on his face. “I thought we already were besties.” He smirked and tilted his head to the side with a hint of playfulness.

“Yeah, um, I guess we are.” I nodded, feeling my heart race a bit when he said that. “I mean I don’t mind if we're best friends. It's cool!” I chuckled nervously.

I liked the sound of his voice, it was so soft, it was calming. It's no wonder why so many girls were looking at him, I couldn't help but stare at him when he looked at me.

I laughed, looking back at him, “Yeah, I guess you're right.” I nodded. “You're the first person who actually acknowledged me when I walked in the classroom today.” I suddenly felt my cheeks heat up again.

“I mean… I just feel… comfortable talking to you.” I said sheepishly, “Do you believe people are put into your life for a reason?” I asked.

“I think so.” He nodded. “If there is a God, or a higher power, or whatever, then yeah I believe we are meant to meet people for a reason.” He looked over at me with a wide grin on his face. “Do you believe in destiny?” He asked.

“Um…” I looked down at my hands as I nervously fidgeted with my fingers, “I've never really thought much about it.” I shook my head.* “Maybe that's just me being a realist. I don't know…”

“Do you believe in destiny?” I returned his question, looking at him with curiousity. “Do you think that everything that happens was always meant to happen? Or that some things just happen and we should not question it?”

His head was slightly tilted to the side as he started to think about my question. “I mean, if everything is already set in stone then I guess it would mean there's no free will.” Timothée shrugged, his eyes were glittering with curiosity. “But I believe in free will, and I'm able to choose where I'm going in life.” He sighed and looked at me, his voice calm and collected.

“Well, then I guess that means we meet people for a reason.” He shrugged, thinking about it for a moment. “I know that my dreams of being famous and an actor are gonna happen, that's my fate because I want it to be.” He smiled, his green eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

“I've already made up my mind on it, just like you were meant to be my best friend.” He smirked and winked at me. “Some things just happen, some things don't, and some thing you chose to, you know? We learn something from them or something happens from them and they shape us for the future.”

“You do make a good point,” I nodded. “I mean there's times in my life that I've thought, ‘man, do I really believe in destiny?’ Or ‘what if this is just a big coincidence?’” I chuckled softly, still smiling. “But then, I think maybe, you know, I shouldn’t think about it too much and just enjoy what’s happening now.” I shrugged.

“Like us, for example.” I laughed and looked at him. “And just like that, we're best friends.”

He looked at me, a genuine smile on his face. He nodded, “Best friends…” He let out a small sigh as his eyes twinkled. “It's so funny because when I woke up this morning, I didn't think that by the end of the day that I would meet a new best friend.”

He looked over at me and then looked out the classroom window. “It's like everything happens as it's meant to… you know what I mean?”

I nodded, “You're right. Sometimes I think about that too. Like maybe I met you for a reason?” I paused, looking at him hesitantly, “Um, not that you’re some kind of divine being or anything…” I chuckled nervously.

I looked back at the classroom window, then back at him. “But maybe… you know, you were meant to meet me.” I muttered softly.

“It's like the universe knew what to do.” Timothée looked back at me, smiling softly. “I mean, what are the odds of meeting you in this exact moment? This exact place.”

He raised his eyebrows, “I mean… what if we went into different classrooms?” He chuckled, “Then we might not be talking right now. Might not have become best friends.”

I giggled at his theory. “I guess the universe knew it was the right time to put us in this classroom together.” I placed my hand on my chin, thinking about his question.

“What if we sat in different seats?” I thought out loud, “Maybe I wouldn’t have caught your eye?” I smiled. I liked talking to him, I liked these hypotheticals. “I guess we'll never know.” I shrugged.

“This is true.” He looked over at me with a grin on his face.

He chuckled and brushed his hair from his face. “And if I didn’t sit next to you in this class, maybe I wouldn't have noticed you in the hallways either?” He thought out loud. He took a deep breath as a realization hit him. “I might never have been friends with the most amazing person I’ve ever met in my life, and that’s kind of hard to imagine.” He smiled, nodding.

“From now on, I'm calling you Timmy. Timo-TAY is too obnoxious.” I chucked

“So you're giving me nickname, huh?” He asked with a smirk. He laughed, placing his hands together. “I guess you can call me Tim, or Timmy, or whatever you like.” He was trying to hold back laughter. “Just don't call me Frenchie.”

“Nope, still going to call you Frechie.” I chuckled, “Frenchie Timmy.”

Timmy let out a soft groan, looking at me, he then burst out laughing at my comment. “Frenchie Timmy.” He shook his head. “Why must you do this to me?” He teased playfully.

He laughed again, smiling softly. “Well, if the Frenchie nickname sticks around, I'll just have to find something to call you then." He smirked.

“Good luck with that, Frenchie.” I giggled.

“Y/n, you’re such a dork.” He tilted his head to the side and smiled. He placed a hand on his chin. “Hey, maybe I could come up with a special nickname for you, you know?” *He smirked.

He leaned back and thought for a moment. “Hmm... Y/n/n.” He nodded, chuckling as he did. “Yeah, you’re Y/n/n now.” He grinned at me.

“Whatever you say, Frenchie.” I giggled.

Who would've thought I'd be friends with the boy I just met?

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got-to-go-my-own-way · 8 months

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"Luck of the Not-Irish"

It's St. Patrick's Day, and Armie is out with friends when he runs into his secret work crush, Timothee Chalamet. Armie has never been able to actually form sentences around the guy; what happens when alcohol and some meddling pals get involved?

Read Chapter 1 >> https://archiveofourown.org/works/45398683/chapters/114222136

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darkacademiablues · 7 months

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“Do I seem nice?”

- Lee, Bones and All

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thebitetheapple · 4 days

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Chapter 8 here

A phone call from Crema threatens to derail Lee 🩸

#OLeever

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theseshipsshallsail · 2 months

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Summary:

The minutes soon blur in such blissful suspension, and as the unshuttered windows turn an inky black, Oliver immerses himself in the whens, wheres and inestimable hows of their blossoming reality. What he and Elio share defies definition, yet the idea of losing it is truly abhorrent. He needs this. Needs them. Everything they’re capable of being together. The promise and potential contained therein. There’s no turning back even if he wanted to, and drawing a hand up Elio’s flank he rests his chin upon his sweat-damp crown. Wonders when the hummingbird-flutter at his core became love, before deciding maybe it always has been, and he was just too afraid to acknowledge it.

The Difference Between Possible And Impossible (Lies Mainly In Determination)

He’d been dreaming, Oliver realises, as a drunken holler from the Piazza Navona interrupts the doze he had zero warning of slipping into. His mind’s eye transporting him to the villa’s orle of paradise. Elio swimming lazy laps in a set of borrowed bathers. The next day’s pages for Signora Milani all but forgotten as he apricated from head to toe; donning his tinted Persols in deference to the azure sky above.

In all honesty, the scene mirrors memory more so than imagination, and the sluggish warmth it leaves in Oliver’s veins feels pleasantly reminiscent of the vintage scotch he’d savoured his final night in B. At Annella’s insistence, dinner was a family affair in light of his imminent departure, but with the feast devoured and dishes cleared, the professor ushered him to the study for a well-earned digestif. The pair of them discussing his varied plans for Rome, even as a sombre rendition of Debussy’s Clair de Lune drifted from the living room opposite; tearing at Oliver’s heartstrings with every mournful chord.

“Ice, born of fire, that in turn holds fire,” his mentor mused at length, swirling the mahogany liquid in his lead-crystal tumbler. “È notevole… is it not? How under the right circumstances, something so obstinate as sand itself can be transformed entirely. Reborn, one might say, to the inverse of its maker.”

In terms of subtlety it left a lot to be desired, and Oliver’d masked his quiet desperation behind a measured sip, unable to quash the hard knot of regret that threatened to choke him. Regret, that fails to exist in the liminal twilight of their Corso del Rinascimento hotel room. Banished, as it was, the second they’d watched the plastic wall clock outstrip the hour of his flight’s departure.

He’s been damn-near euphoric ever since.

Giddy as a ninth-grader playing truant.

For the first time in years, he’s chosen the road less travelled, but with Elio in his corner - and sheer determination to guide him - Oliver’s certain that together they’ll move mountains if necessary, to forge a path that’s theirs and theirs alone.

Again, a commotion starts up in the streets outside. Several joyful voices raised in concert. Oliver doesn’t recognise the song - though it’s somewhat harmonious compared to his own rendition of Fenesta Ca Lucive with the German tourist - and a helpless smile graces his lips when Elio grumbles in response; letting loose a snuffling snore alongside his collarbone.

The gossamer gleam from the balcony gilds his features in a diffuse palette: covetous swaths of rosé and gold that chase the encroaching shadows from his sleeping form. It’s grounding, Oliver finds. The steady exhalations that tickle his Adam’s apple. The rhythmic rise and fall of his shoulders; perfectly in sync with his newly unshackled lungs. They’re two halves of a whole - cut from the same cloth - and rubbing the grit from his scratchy eyelids he moulds a palm to Elio’s slender waist, sighing in contentment when the other man burrows closer, one leg inveigling itself between the snug harbour of his thighs.

Wonders when the hummingbird-flutter at his core became love, before deciding maybe it always has been, and he was just too afraid to acknowledge it.

In due course, blunt-nailed fingertips splay across his sternum; crafting a subconscious chord above his too-full ribs. Elio’s lashes are a charcoal smudge against his cheek, and the rumbling purr that escapes his throat invokes a mental slideshow of their wanton activities earlier. Unsurprisingly, the earthy scent of passion hangs thick in the muggy air; overpowering the honeysuckle sweetness adorning the trellis outside. The salty ghosts of tears, also, shed by two star-crossed lovers who’d feared being reduced to a cautionary tale: a Grecian tragedy for the modern age.

Schmaltzy, perhaps, but their truth is inescapable, and at the first sign of Elio stirring beside him, Oliver can’t help but press a lingering kiss to the riotous curls at his temple.

No more speeches, he thinks, as Elio arches like a pampered tomcat.

“I swear I’ll make you happy,” he whispers instead, and the thousand-watt grin that follows settles deep and thrilling and forever in his soul.

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timothee-mybeloved · 2 years

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Meet me in the afterglow

In which an argument with Timothée makes you realize that you can’t live without each other

Warnings: angst, fighting, reader being hated by fans, hurt/comfort, totally inspired by Afterglow by miss Taylor Swift, happy ending, I’m in love with timothee chalamet. There is a fic i read once that was the primary inspiration for this but i have no idea what it was called or who it was by… (bold italics are flashbacks)

Paring: Timothée Chalamet x reader

You had blown things out of proportion and now you had no idea where your relationship laid. Were you broken up? Did you lose the man you loved with your entire being?

Your heart couldn’t accept it. He wasn’t around for you to have a conversation with him about it.

You were a mess.

Truth be told…so was he.

He couldn’t stay but it wasn’t because he didn’t want you anymore, quite the opposite actually. He left because he loved you. It scared him too much to think about.

He couldn’t handle seeing how much it all consumed you. The paparazzi, the fans, the hate.

All of it had gotten in your head, millions of thoughts rushing around

“Am I not good enough?” “What if he leaves me for someone better?” “How do I keep going?”

He sympathized with you, felt pity for you and a little bit of him felt what you were going through but he knew he could never fully comprehend how you felt everyday simply for loving him.

“You know I wouldn’t mind it if you came with me.” He said “I love coming back from work to find you waiting for me.”

“They’ll probably think I’m too clingy.” God knows what happened the last time you had gone with him while shooting a movie. You had dealt with an excessive amount of hate.

People calling you names, saying that you couldn’t leave him alone for one second. It all hurt but you couldn’t talk about it so you wouldn’t burden him. He’s already had to deal with so much.

“Who cares what they think?” He raised his voice “Are you seriously going to let some stupid comments get in the way of our relationship?” He asked rhetorically.

He was right but you couldn’t help feeling this way and you had bottled up so much, you were starting to feel angry.

“Why can’t you just fucking look at it the same way I do?! I have had to go through so much shit so i can be with you, the least you could fucking do is actually be there for me when I need you!” You finally snapped.

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing all this time? I’ve done everything I can to make you happy and it still doesn’t work.”

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.” You say it under your breath but the sigh he lets out lets you know that he heard you.

“For fuck’s sake…” it’s his turn to be angry. “What do you want me to do then? You want me to go on every form of media and tell them to stop saying shit on the internet because my girlfriend can’t stop letting stuff get into her head?”

“I never said that.”

“Well what the hell do you want me to do?!” You had never seen him this angry before and if you didn’t know him, you would think this anger was directed towards you.

“Just go, Tim. I really can’t talk about this right now.” You sigh.

“No, I’m not gonna leave without you, I’m not letting a bunch of mindless idiots on the internet ruin what we have!”

“Tim-“

“You don’t have a say in this so get up and come with me.”

“Timmy-“

“Just stop! you already have your bags packed so let’s go.”

Silence.

“Please…” He begged you.

“I’m sorry…” He was starting to get impatient.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Was the last thing he said before picking up his bag and slamming your shared apartment’s door.

And that’s when you truly lost it, finally bursting into tears after feeling all these emotions bubbling up throughout the past week.

You didn’t mean to make him sad but he also had to look at things from your perspective.

Now here you were, a few days after the argument, picking up the bags that you hadn’t unpacked ever since.

You grabbed your passport and headed out the door, making sure to lock it before making your way to the elevator.

It was going to be a long flight and you knew it but you would do anything to be with him again.

Finally arriving to your destination, a driver had been waiting for you to take you to the hotel he was staying at.

Your heart was racing and your palms were starting to sweat. You knew he wouldn’t be back until a few hours but you still couldn’t calm your nerves.

What if he didn’t want to see you? That’s ridiculous, he would be happy to fix things and start over…right? The only thing you could do was hold onto what little hope you had left and pray for the best.

—

You sat on the bed and awaited his arrival, having slightly calmed down after walking into the room and catching his scent in the air.

Minutes felt like centuries passing by and you almost got up and tried to leave like you had never been here until you heard shuffling from behind the door.

It was dark and he wouldn’t be able to notice you were there at first glance and so you waited patiently until he had turned on the lights.

He was shocked, dropping the coffee cup he was holding.

“Shit!” He flinched as the liquid spilled on the carpet and his shoes.

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you I-“ You got up quickly, making your way over to him and he just stared at you as if trying to figure out if he was too tired and imagining all of this or if you were actually in front of him right now.

He probably sensed your confusion because he cupped your cheeks, a part of him expecting you to fade away in the process.

But you didn’t, he was holding you.

You were real.

“Fuck it feels like forever ago when i last saw you.” He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in.

He pulls you in for a kiss and it’s the first time in what felt like an excruciatingly long week that you genuinely feel true relief.

You feel complete.

“God I missed you so much.” He sighs into your lips “I missed you too.” Your hands moved to wrap around the back of his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Tim.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He says while caressing your cheek.

“No no i have to, I was so in my head that I didn’t even think about what this was doing to you.”

“I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve talked to you more, it’s my fault.” Timothée tells you.

“None of this is your fault, okay? Just please don’t ever leave me again. Those past few days have been hell without you.”

“I’m never going to leave you, wherever you go, I go.” He whispers, pulling you close so that your foreheads touch.

“I’ll follow you wherever you go, sweet girl.”

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