#timmy blurb

[meetmyothersouls]

Write a Timmy smut to celebrate 2K!!

Been thinking this up throughout today :)

Five in Five

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, dirty talk

It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.

You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.

Until a few hours ago.

You think about it as you remove your gaze from his front door and tip toe into the bathroom. You never thought he'd convince you to stay the night, but here you are peeing in his overly expensive, self-cleaning toilet and washing your hands with $60 hand soap that smells like vanilla and lavender. You drag a hand over your face as you make your way back out, avoiding the temptation of the front door this time on your way back to his room.

The door is open the way you left it, and you walk softly into his room, jolting a little when you see Timothee sitting up in the bed. He's got his thin, white sheet draped over his naked bottom half and even though he looks half asleep, he also looks sad. Your heart breaks a little as you realize this is what he looks like when he wakes up and you aren't there.

"Relax," you whisper "I'm still here." You crawl back into Timothee's bed, climbing over his body to get back to your favorite spot on his mattress. "I told you I'd stay," you tease him in a whisper and kiss his shoulder.

Timothee relaxes a little, laying back down, holding his arm out for you to cuddle into him.

"Would it be so bad?" he asks after a few moments of silence. You thought he'd fallen back asleep, but he must have been thinking.

"What?" you answer.

"Being my girlfriend."

"Timothee-"

"No seriously, what would be so bad about it? You're used to fame, so that wouldn't be an adjustment for you. We both have crazy schedules, so you wouldn't have to worry about one of us being busier than the other. And I know everything about you, y/n. Everything."

You laugh at his confidence. He definitely knows everything about you. You'd been sleeping with him for twelve years and been friends for longer. But you weren't going to let him think he knows everything. "You don't know shit, Chalamet."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm, though it's cute that you think you do."

Timothee turns over on his side, facing you. He gives you a quick kiss that instantly turns into a deeper one. You whine when he pulls away, wanting his tongue in your mouth. He's close still, his lips grazing yours occasionally when he talks. "I know everything about you, y/n. Platonically, sexually, mentally. I know everything."

You study his face for a moment. He looks quite sure of himself. "Okay then," you say "five facts about me that no one else knows in five minutes."

"Easy."

"Go on then."

"Number one, I know that if I drag my fingertips across your back" Timothee slides his hands under the back of your shirt, demonstrating his words. "I can have you asleep in less than ten minutes."

You roll your eyes, knowing it's true. He's gotten you to sleep that way many times before.

"Four more, tick tock," you tease him.

"Number two, I know how much anxiety ordering food gives you, so I know your order at every restaurant we've ever been to, so you don't even have to say anything."

His fingers are still tracing lines up and down your back and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes against him.

"Number three, I know that if I kiss your neck right here" Timothee demonstrates his words again, placing the softest kiss to the side of your neck. "I can have you ready for sex almost instantly."

"Ugh, fuck off, Timothee."

He's right again.

You're pretty sure he takes two extra minutes just kissing your neck, the fucker, and you let him because it feels so good.

"Number four, I know that" he pulls you on top of him so that you're straddling his waist "when you're riding my dick, I have to hold your right here because it feels so good, they shake." Timothee's hands grip your thighs, his long fingers indenting the skin on your legs.

"Number five, I know that if I suck one of your nipples into my mouth" He removes a hand from your thigh and removes your shirt. Immediately, he uses his index finger to circle one of your nipples. It hardens instantly at his teasing and peppers your skin in chills "I can get you to do whatever the fuck I want."

You're silent for a minute, feeling his hard dick under you. You contemplate holding it and sliding down onto it but decide to show him he's not the only one who knows everything about the other.

"How'd I do?" Timothee asks.

"Not bad," you admit. You tease his cock with your pussy, sliding him through your wet folds. "But now it's my turn."

"Can I fuck you first?"

"No, Timmy, you can't."

Timothee groans, pressing his erection against your heat.

"You know, you can't call me 'Timmy' and not let me fuck you."

You smile knowingly, satisfied in the use of a secret weapon you learned about not too long ago while having dinner in a very public setting.

"Patience is a virtue, Timothee. Anywho, Number one, I know that when I whisper in your ear, it gives you these cute little chills all over your skin." You lean forward letting your folds slide across his hard dick again. Timothee groans softly through gritted teeth, shaking his head slowly at you. "Like this," you whisper once you're inches from his ear and like you said, you feel his skin prickle with chills. You run your hands over his arms, still gripping your thighs just the way you like, attempting to erase some of the chills you created with your warmth.

"Skip the rest and let me fuck you, y/n," Timothee begs.

"But I've got four more," you pout.

Timothee groans again, pushing his dick against you.

"Number two, I know tha-"

Your words catch in your throat as Timothee shifts on his bed, flipping you onto your back. His knees nudge your legs open, and he runs his nose along your neck until he finds the spot that makes you weak. He kisses it lightly before sucking the skin into his mouth.

"Give it up, y/n. You know it's me you think about when someone else is trying...and failing...to make you come. You know it's me you've been talking yourself out of for years. Over a decade worth of depriving yourself of the one thing you know you need the most. Why? I'm right here and I'm entirely yours. Take me."

Your eyes bounce back and forth between his, until your lips crash into each other's. Tongues winding and twisting fighting for dominance. You love him. You always have and there is no escaping him. There never will be. Timothee breaks your heated kiss and begins lining his way down to your breasts in kisses. He licks around your nipple once he's reached his destination, then suck it into his mouth. And just like he said, in that moment, you're willing to do whatever he wants.

"Be mine and no others," he says to you in between kisses to your soft skin.

"Whatever you want," you say breathlessly.

"No. Say it. Say you'll be mine and mine alone."

Timothee slides a finger along your folds of your pussy, gently pressing a finger inside to you see if you're ready for him. When he decides your wet enough, he lines himself up with you entrance. You're bracing for him; your legs are wide open and waiting but so is he.

"Y/n."

"You can't leave me when things get hard. You can't give up on us, because I can't lose you, Timothee. If I tell you yes, then this is it."

"That's all I've ever wanted."

"I mean it; you can't leave me."

"Y/n," Timothee said, as he pushed all the way inside of you, "I'd never dream of leaving you."

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[houseofchalamet]

Biggest Fan

Pairing: Timothee Chalamet x f!Reader Summary: Reader has been absolutely filthy in the DMs and when she meets Timothée unexpectedly, he wants her to make good on her promises. Warnings: Smut (oral - male receiving), sexualizing a celebrity, technically a power imbalance, curse words. Word count: 2k

There was no way he’d ever see your DMs. He probably got thousands of messages a day; yours would get lost in a sea of countless others. And he was rarely ever on Twitter…

Still, you’d occasionally send some DMs anyway, just for the hell of it. It started tame. Telling him how much you loved his work, how excited you were for the next Dune movie… Small things like that. 

And then the thirst started.

It was all because of the Oscars… The damn Oscars. God, he looked so good. You felt like you were going to explode the second the shirtless image of him appeared on your TV screen. In the heat of the moment, you whipped out your phone and began typing every lewd thought that popped into your head.

Everything about him was perfect, from his hair down to the smallest details, like the rings on his fingers. You drank in every image you could find of his bare chest. Before you knew it, you were composing the nastiest paragraph you’d ever written in your life (up until that point, at least) and hitting send without a second thought.

God, it’s almost unfair how perfect you are. You’re so fucking sexy in your sparkly little jacket. I wanna taste every inch of you. I want you to fuck my mouth and make me gag on your cock. I want your cum running down my throat. I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that all I know is your name. I want you to absolutely obliterate me. I wanna be your personal fuckdoll… I’m fucking dripping just thinking about it. I need you inside me so fucking bad. I’m such a needy slut for you.

That was just the first one, and as time went on, they grew more graphic. It became an outlet, a way to get all of this sexual energy out. Your messages ranged from short, innocent sentences to long, erotic paragraphs detailing all of the depraved things you wanted him to do to you.

But he’d never see it.

Right?

***

The club was full of drunk, sweaty bodies. You were perfectly content to stand in the corner all night with your best friend, Jess, and sway to the music, feeling the bass vibrate through the floor.

“Hey, isn’t he that guy you’re so obsessed with?” Jess asked, pointing discreetly to a group of guys in the corner.

Your jaw dropped as you realized you were standing in the presence of the Timothée Chalamet. He was with a group of friends and appeared to be having a good time. Your heart began to race in your chest.

“Come on,” Jess said, taking in your stunned appearance. She tugged your hand, starting to lead you in his direction, but you pulled back.

“Are you fucking insane? I can’t just walk right up to him, I’ll literally drop dead on the spot.”

“Okay, fine, don’t talk to him.” She held back a laugh at your outburst. “But you know if you don’t at least stand in the same general vicinity as him, you’ll hate yourself forever.” 

Damn. You hated when she was right.

You both weaved through the crowd, strategically placing yourselves closer and closer every few moments without making it too obvious. 

You fought the urge to keep glancing at him, though all you wanted to do was drink in his appearance. You weren’t sure you’d ever get the chance to see him in person again. 

Jess was talking about something Britney had said to her earlier - you weren’t really paying too much attention - when you tried to steal a glance at exactly the wrong moment.

His eyes met yours. 

And instead of looking away and pretending nothing had happened like a normal person would in this circumstance, you froze. Your eyes widened, giving you a slight deer-in-the-headlights expression. He broke into that adorable, lopsided smile you loved so much.

Then, to your surprise, he started moving toward you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered to Jess.

“Wha-”

“Hey, I’m Timothée,” he said. Jess’s eyes widened, too, as she processed the situation. Holy fuck he was so close, you could smell him now. And he smelled good.

“I… I know,” you replied stupidly, the awe evident in your voice.

“I’m Jess, and this is (Y/N),” she stepped in for you. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he smiled. His eyes flicked back to you. His brow furrowed and his head tilted to one side as he took you in, but after a few seconds, he shook his head. “Sorry, have we met before?”

“Umm…” You pretended to think for a second, even though you’d definitely remember if you’d met this literal god before. “Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Hm… Weird. I thought I recognized you from somewhere.”

You shrugged this off; he’d probably met so many fans in so many countries, there was bound to be at least one other girl somewhere who somewhat resembled you.

He was extremely nice and offered to take photos with you. He hung around to chat for a few minutes before excusing himself back to his friends. Besides your general awkwardness - which he was probably used to, judging by the way he easily brushed it off - the interaction couldn’t have gone any better.

“He’s literally my future husband,” you told Jess dreamily as you both watched him walk away.

“Not if I marry him first,” she joked.

“Hey! At least share!” You pouted.

She jokingly stuck her tongue out at you, and then her eyes scanned the room. “Well, if my marriage to Timmy doesn’t pan out, I think I just found his replacement. Mind if I go dance?”

“Nah, go right ahead,” you replied. You leaned against a wall, focusing on your phone. You posted your photo with Timmy to Instagram, and then popped onto Twitter to make the photo your profile pic. Your moots were about to go feral. For a moment, your thumb hovered over the messages icon. 

Ah, why not?

Hot sweatpants, cutie. I’ll make you sweat and pant;)

You chuckled a little to yourself. God, that was a cringey one. Still, it was just for your entertainment, so why not?

You continued scrolling through Twitter, enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame as you were bombarded by a million questions, each more unhinged than the last (‘What did he smell like?’ ‘Who was he with?’ ‘Did you lick his hand? I would’ve licked his hand’ etc). You were in the middle of replying to someone when you heard a voice beside you.

“I know where I recognized you from!”

Your eyes met his green ones and your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t expecting any more attention from Timothée, but obviously welcomed it.

“Where’s that?” you asked, trying to be nonchalant. He pulled up his phone and showed you the screen.

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. You were horrified as you took in Timothée’s view of your DM’s. He must have turned his read receipts off. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he scrolled up in the conversation a little.

“This is one of my favorites, ‘My ass is grass and I want you to mow it.’ Or that time you just sent the link to Deep Throat by Cupcakke.”

“Oh, god,” you said, putting your head in your hands. You couldn’t even deny that it was you; the profile picture gave you away. You wanted to spontaneously combust. “I didn’t think you’d actually see that.”

“I could tell…” he chuckled. Thankfully, he scrolled past your more… needy messages and focused on the ironic ones. “‘I would let you break my back in half, spit in my mouth, dislocate my jaw, pee on me, rip out my intestines, and then hit me with your car and I’d still be your biggest fan.’”

“Ugh, God,” you groaned. 

He smirked at you and you swore his eyes flicked down to your lips for a split second. When he spoke again, the joking tone had disappeared. “You think you’re my biggest fan?”

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You drew in a sharp breath. “I- uh… y-yeah.”

His voice dropped dangerously low; you were sure no one else could hear. “Would you be willing to prove it?”

His words swam around in your head and you struggled to make sense of them. Surely, you had misunderstood… You blinked, watching as his tongue swiped over his lips. 

“Absolutely.”

Before you could even process what was happening, he had taken your hand and led you down a hallway, somehow unseen by anyone else. He slipped you into a bathroom and shut the door behind you both. 

Pressing you against the door, he attached his lips to yours.

You felt yourself relax into him as he kissed you deeply. Suddenly, your shy side had disappeared and in its place stood the horndog who had written all those DMs. You gently bit his bottom lip and he wound his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he ground against you. You practically moaned; he was already hard. You reached down, stroking him through his pants. He was just as big as you’d imagined.

You pushed him back until he was leaning against the sink and were on your knees in an instant, tugging down his sweatpants. You licked your lips as his dick sprang free.

“Love reading your desperate little messages over and over again…” he sighed, his head dropping back a little as you stroked him slowly.

“Mmm… Yeah?” you smirked, taking the tip between your lips and sucking lightly. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he gripped the counter for support. You could tell he was restraining himself from bucking his hips up into you.

“Fuuuuckkk yeaaah,” he hissed. Slowly, teasingly, you began to descend on him. “God, I jack off nearly every day to them… Love seeing how needy you are for me.”

Your brain practically stopped working; the situation you found yourself in was too good to even begin to comprehend. Timothée Chalamet had just admitted to enjoying your depraved fantasies while his dick was in your mouth. Your pussy was dripping.

You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head torturously slow. He seemed to understand the game you were playing and was happy to give you more.

“Sometimes I go onto your profile and scroll through your selfies and imagine fucking you just like you want me to.” One of his hands weaved into your hair, but he didn’t apply any pressure just yet. You took all of him in your mouth now, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You came back up slowly, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he hissed again. You started to bob your head faster now. After a few moments, his restraint wavered and he began to thrust into you. You blinked up at him, eyes full of nothing but pure adoration as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so fucking good for me… Gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?”

“Mmmhm,” you hummed and he gasped at the feeling of your throat vibrating. He released another string of curses before you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat. You absolutely savored the moment, taking in every drop you could. You never wanted to forget this feeling; this taste. 

You bobbed your head a couple more times before pulling off, causing his legs to tremble. He caught his breath, pulling his pants back up. He looked down at you, knelt on the floor before him, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. 

He held out a hand to help you up, which you took. You frowned, unhappy that your encounter was over.

But as if reading your mind, he took your face in his hands. “Don’t look so disappointed. I’m not finished with you yet, love.”

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[http-alexademie]

Bonjour🫧

vanityfair

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vanityfair If the future of Hollywood is in the hands of Oscar nominee y/f/n, then it’s a very bright future ahead!! Young Hollywood actress Miss y/f/n is now a two time Oscar nominee, whom not only are we rooting for but are also very excited to see what she will be wearing at this years ceremony!

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y/nfan101 istg if she doesn’t win this year then the oscar’s are officially rigged

y/i/nfan69 my queen better not get robbed of this award again

randomfan5 boring.

timmyfan2 i am praying her and timmy go together

y/nfan777 same, my life will be complete 😃

timotheefan56 not even a big fan of y/n but i’m low-key rooting for her

y/nfan90 let’s talk abt how hot she looks…

y/nfan25 fr like vanity fair rlly knows what their doing

randomfan00 i have never seen this women in my life but she is fineee

y/i/nfan7 i’m in love with her…

timotheefan052 i think we can all agree that y/n deserves this award so much like her acting is just top tier😫

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y/i/n

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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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y/nfan555 omg we love you so much y/n you deserve this so much❣️

y/nfan6 this is why you y/n will always be my favourite celebrity

timmyfan90 thanks for the timmy content, this is why we love u

y/i/nfan69 fuck…you are so goddam hot

y/nfan82 this is so real

randomfan5 u smoke??

florencepugh so proud of you my star 🥲🥲❤️

y/i/n love you 😏❣️

timotheefan775 give me your talent😫😫

timfan19 omg my man

y/i/nfan72 live laugh love y/n <3

y/nfan777 mother

bellahadid omg my baby’s all grown up😓genuinely so proud of you y/n <333

y/i/n love you sm babe😫❣️

randomfan09 i’m not a major fan of y/n but i’m so glad she’s finally getting the recognition she finally deserves!!

timfan3 overrated🥱

y/nfan16 since when tf was she overrated ??

y/i/n added to their story!

enews

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enews Here she comes…Miss y/f/n 👏🏻looking amazing as always #Oscars. (📷:Getty)

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y/nfan00 her outfit did not fail at all

y/nfan555 i will never stop loving this women😭

timmyfan06 okay i get why timmy’s dating her now

y/i/nfan69 i physically cannot

timfan25 a tear ran down my leg…

y/nfan1 so real for this

randomfan89 bit scandalous

y/nfan61 she’s so pretty omg, she never fails

y/i/nfan17 istg if this bitch doesn’t win

timfan12 omg did u see timmy being a little fan boy😭😭

timothèefan557 yes omg he’s actually so cute

y/nfan09 their defo the best couple on the internet

y/nfan89 ughhh she’s so gf

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[timmymyluv]

hii! omg I’m so excited to ask for a request with timmy. There’s this kind of video called ‘waking up with y/n (celebrity)’ so she’s an actress and of course tim sneaking into their routine as a couple and just sharing fun facts about them. I think they are absolutely the couple that started being besties, like they are hilarious, cringy and always being funny with each other. So excited to read everything, pls no pressure and take your time <33

house tour

hi lovie!! I was afraid I lost this but i found it at the bottom of my drafts so whew ksjdsk but I’ve worked hard on this so I hope y’all like it!! just a fluffy house tour and all cute and nice house stuff which I got too much into the writing/research 

just a lot of fun, house tours, kinda showing off, just tim embracing the fruits of his labour, we know home boy works hard so he deserves a nice space to relax after all that

husband! timothee chalamet x wife!reader

genre(s): fluff, slice of life, domestic

warning(s): none really, sex joke if you squint, G rated nonetheless, tooth sickening fluff

word count: 1.8k words

You open the door early in the morning to welcome the crew in. Architectural’s Digest has always loved your style not only in fashion but also in the rare snippets of the interior design of the places you lived in. They’ve messaged you for years, always politely declining in name for privacy, but perhaps this time was right.

“Hi there. Welcome Architectural’s Digest, and everyone watching! I’m Y/N L/N-Chalamet.”

“And I’m Timothee Chalamet. And welcome to our humble home! Come on in, come on in guys.”

The camera pans through your spacious doorway, adorned in modern yet slightly boho chic fashion in your abode. Elements of you and Timothee were equally sprinkled all over the decor and atmosphere of the house, making it your home, your escape away from the world.

“We’re away from home a lot due to work, but whenever we are, we make it count.” You say, looking and showing the crew around as Timmy trails behind you like a wide eyed puppy.

Immediately greeted by the living room, designed intentionally to entertain and welcome. With plush, upholstered couches and loveseats surrounded by minimalist yet artful paintings and sculptures, it’s become the ultimate rest and relaxation for you both and guests alike.

Jumping into the couch next to you, circling his arms around you and nuzzling his nose against your neck, which causes you to erupt in giggles.

“Ah, it tickles- but we love decompressing and coming home after long days to just really recharge and get some rest. I’ve fallen asleep into deep naps here so many times!”

Showing records of Kid Cudi to the exquisite library collection you had both assembled together from your own book inventories, it truly was a place that blended you and him.

The camera pans towards your spacious dining room with several chairs around the dining table, before showing the island that encompasses your kitchen, made to entertain and host parties often.

“Ever since we got this place, we’ve had family and friends come over really often. In fact, my mom loves this place so much she’s usually here at least once a week!” Timmy chuckles warmly, eyes softening at the mention of his beloved mom, and you can’t help but smile with him.

“Tim’s become a better cook in the months we’ve moved into this place too which is awesome.”

“I can cook up a nice lasagna too, if you guys are hungry.” He offers jokingly, much to the amusement of the visitors filming you both.

The next room over is close to the stairs, yet you guide the crew into the room as you rotate the door knob and enter a modern office.

“Now this is my personal space, to answer emails, read scripts, communicate with my team who makes all my work possible.” Timothee explains as he walks around the spacious room and guides everyone along by his neatly arranged desk and ergonomic gaming chair.

The camera pans over to personalized nick nacks with Timothee’s interests and personality splattered all over, from the signed Kid Cudi posters, his acting awards proudly displayed on a shelf, his Paul Atreides doll and a framed painting he commissioned of you both on the eve of your engagement dinner.

“This door leads to my wife’s own office. We have our own space to do our work, but she’s just a door step away so I know I can spend time with her between our busy schedules.” He shares shyly as he swings the white door towards your own little office, smiling fondly at you as you march ahead of him to show your space.

“I really decorated this space to be a space for me, to be able to work on my writing and projects without distraction. I can separate my work life here and then relax and recharge in the other spaces of our home. With filming on sets, Timmy is away for long stretches at a time but sometimes he tags me along and it’s really fun!” You exchange a loving look with your husband, as if blissfully unaware and forgotten the camera and crew were present.

He sneaks a gentle peck on your forehead before taking your hand in his, leading you down the spiraling staircase as the staff follow you love birds into the basement level.

“Ok, so this is where the real party starts haha.” Tim retorts, rubbing the back of his neck with a mischievous grin.

A cozy entertainment space with plush, luxurious cushioned couches and loveseats sprinkled in the open space. He jumps into the massage chair you gifted him shortly after you moved in, an audible smack sound picked up by the microphone hovering over him, as the sound engineer couldn’t help but laugh.

“I said I’ve always felt like an old soul, but guess my wife felt I was an old man too so she got me this massage chair-”

“Hey! You always complained your back hurt and you wouldn’t stretch especially after long hours on planes, so I got you this as a surprise when you got back from press tour.” You correct him teasingly, snickering as you cross your arms as you watch him unfold and relax on that machination that cost thousands of dollars but was worth every cent seeing him relaxed.

“This thing has been a huge help after long days at work. She’s the best thing to come home to and I’m so thankful for her.” He looks into the camera, shaking his head with a smile so wide it could blind you.  

“And you are the best thing to come into my life, mon cher.” You can’t help but tear up, as the crew swoon and squeal over your cuteness, but you pull him up from the massage chair, wanting to wipe away that giant pout on his face as you walk over to the movie room.

An in-house movie theatre with a magnanimous projected flat screen that reached ceiling to floor took over the room as you opened the sound proof door, presented with leather movie house chairs with inclines, massage options built in, and own cup holders not only for you both but for guests you’d invite over.

“I’m in love with film, and love watching things over and over again at the comfort of my own home, but Timmy is so patient to accompany me here sometimes.”

“We host our own movie parties here too, whether it be mini premieres or replays of classics on top of a themed birthday party.”

Back to the open space was a dance floor with a sparkling mirror ball, light up dance floors, a dj booth and stereo speaker system, and an island booth and bar with sleek high chairs.    

“The party continues after watching the movies/tv shows or we have chill jazz nights here like last week.” Timmy explains as he shows the space around.

“Let’s head back upstairs to see our guest rooms and the master bedrooms as well.” You tilt your head back upstairs before everyone follows behind you.

A quick few cuts shows in the camera of the minimalist, sparsely decorated guest bedroom with a brand new full sized mattress, light grey goose down comforters and thick memory foam pillows.

“Sometimes my sister Pauline sleeps over, or my parents come over even if they don’t live that far off either.” He comments fondly at the mention of his family.

“Now let’s see the master bedroom, saving best for last hey?” You don’t miss Timothee’s rather suggestive look hidden from the camera that you can’t help but giggle and roll your eyes at. You made sure any sex toys and anything insinuating non-PG, 18+ content would be hidden from prying eyes in your storage room.

The master bedroom you shared with your husband was a perfect combination of you and him, your interests and personalities blending into one from the furniture, colour scheme and aesthetic picked out. A California king sized bed was surrounded with a dresser on either side, lamps chosen tastefully.

“One thing we’re most proud of, before we show you the balcony and open space patio we have are our walk-in closets.”

“I know there’s a dividing sliding door between our closets, but you always sneak in and wear my clothes too.”

“You borrow my stuff too, you always say you have an extended wardrobe.”

An ornate, almost baroque aesthetic of cream and beige surrounds your well lit walk in closets, maintained with dehumidifiers and separate temperature controls for the vintage, collectors items that can cost over a thousand dollars easily, before a separate corner for your more day-to-day, common clothes.

Your jewelry, accessories and shoes lined up in neatly arranged shelves sparkle under the chandelier you handpicked, mix of costume jewelry with the custom pieces Timmy gets you for birthdays, anniversaries or even just-so gifts (which you scold him when he spends on rather expensive things without consulting you even if his next movie salary dwarfs that easily), but you’ve arranged it in a way that you don’t show everything in your house to gather suspicion or interest from robbers.

Past the divider was Timothee’s side of his walk in closet, the basic design of the space identical to yours yet his clothes were so distinctly him that you couldn’t blame yourself from borrowing his pieces almost as a silent declaration that you were his and he was yours to the world. It was like shouting from the roof top when you would smell his cologne on the shirts and hoodies you’d wear from his closet.

Familiar pieces such as his Heaven shirt, his Glossier hoodie, his thrifted sweater, his signature Haider custom pieces in well-preserved stands that kept them wrinkle free.

Your bedroom on the other side opens up to a picturesque open balcony that presented amazing views of Manhattan, the city that you loved so much.

Finally, you finished your house tour with the open space in the green grass of your balcony, with oak trees full of leaves falling as they turned orange and red, hints of autumn seeping through.

“It’s so cozy and warm here, its spacious enough in the city that you can get away and block away any noises from the traffic outside.”

“Would you guys be open to getting a pet here maybe?” The AD producer asks curiously, admiring the view in front of him.

“Who knows? We’re conflicted on whether to get a dog or a cat. Tim’s more eager to get a dog while I was more of a cat person.” You reply.

“We’d probably get both but who comes first is a sensitive topic!” He exclaims excitedly, hands swinging around in passion and you couldn’t be more in love with your dorky, artsy, passionate and intelligent husband.

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[harryforvogue]

how about FAYE taking care of HARRY because he’s got a COLD because he ALWAYS bundles HER in HIS hat/scarf/gloves while they’re walking to the bus cause he needs his girl to be WARM but that leaves his little ears and nose all cold & red which leads to him getting SICK. & she’s living her best life making him soup & tea & cuddling him & watching his favorite movies <3333

( and don’t come at me because it’s summer i’m manifesting cooler weather tnx <3 )

“So I’m not saying I like it when you’re sick,” Faye says, very concentrated on bringing the tray of food to Harry without slipping. In fact, she stops talking altogether until she’s in the living room, placing the tray very slowly on the table. “But I do like taking care of you. After the whole freak out thing of course. I am much more calm and level headed now.”

Harry’s resting with his head back against the couch, his face flushed with fever. His chest rises and falls with labored breaths. “If I said that, I think you’d cry.”

“I do not cry anymore.”

“Please,” Harry says weakly. “Don’t make me bring up all the examples from the past two weeks.”

She sits beside him. “Anyways, I didn’t have chicken on account of being vegetarian and all and I didn’t have chicken stock either so that soup is more of a miso and tofu noodle soup, okay? I probably should have asked if you even eat tofu.”

He awkwardly sits up, pushing the layers of blankets down to his lap. Instead of reaching for the food, he takes Faye’s hand. “I love you. As my dying wish, I ask you to find happiness. Date and marry the man who makes you happy. All I ask is that you don’t date any of my coworkers. They’re too mean for you.”

Faye smiles. “So thoughtful of you. Want me to feed you?” But the way she says it actually makes it seem like she’s demanding it. “Good.” She takes a spoonful and brings it to Harry’s mouth.

“Love,” he says tiredly. “It’s too hot.”

“Oh right. Um, do you want me to blow on it?”

At that exact moment, Timothée walks by. He looks at Harry on the couch. “What the hell happened to you? Who’s blowing what?” He holds a hand up. “Don’t answer that.”

“I got him sick,” Faye says. 

“She didn’t,” Harry croaks. “It was basically on me.”

Timmy looks at her. Then Harry. Then slowly puts his arm over his face and steps back. “Er, alright. Well. I’m going to work so … you’ve got the house to yourself.”

“Yeah yeah,” Harry says.

“If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll grab it on my way home.”

“Tell the guys I should be back by next week.”

With that, Timmy is gone. Harry’s eyes are closed again. Faye decides she shouldn’t blow on his food, so she just awkwardly waves the spoon in the air until it’s cooled enough. Then she holds it to his mouth. “Ready?”

Harry’s eyes flutter open. “Yes. Sorry.” He drinks it. “Mm that’s good.”

“Really?!”

“Really. Thank you, love.”

“Let this be a lesson for you. No more giving me your hat and gloves when we’re out, got it?”

Harry tries to laugh. “How about you start bringing actual warm clothing, especially during the winter?”

“Sure. I'll do that too.”

“No, I’m not so sure that you will since you like taking care of me so much. You’ll get me sick on purpose.”

She gasps. “I’d never.” She gives him another spoonful. “Maybe your body is just weak because I’ve never gotten sick from the cold.”

“Weak?”

“Yeah. I mean before you, I always went out in the cold like that and never got sick.”

Harry opens his mouth for more soup. “It’s some medical thing we can’t explain.” He frowns. “I don’t like that nobody took care of you before me.”

“Well in their defense, I’m a grown woman and should be able to take care of myself. It’s really a fault on my part.”

“You were sad,” he argues. “You needed someone.”

“Well then I found someone.”

Harry perks up. “Yes. You did. And you know what? I’ve changed my mind about the whole dating after me thing.”

“Oh yeah?” Faye smiles.

“Yeah. I’ll just come back as a ghost so we’ll never really be apart.”

“What made you change your mind?”

He says, “The thought of you spoon feeding another man.”

“Really?” she laughs. “That’s what got you? There are far other romantic things I could do with someone else.”

“Being spoon fed is at the top of my list of romantic actions. It’s a love language I think.” She gives him another spoonful. He sighs deeply and then shuffles over to rest his head on her shoulder. “Your boyfriend is a mouth breather. How does that make you feel?”

“I don’t mind,” she tells him, patting his cheek. “I love you.”

“Despite the sweatiness.”

“Despite.”

“You're my baby."

She lays her head on his, kissing his sweaty hair. “Despite me never dressing for the weather?”

He takes a very deep breath and stays silent for longer than necessary. He finally says, “Yes” and then opens his mouth for more soup.

#harry and faye #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles #timmy cameo for da win

[someonetaughtmetowrite]

Sky eats a lot of salty snacks when he’s stressed, which, consequently, makes him breakout, which makes him even more stressed because he’s always been pushed to be perfect in every way. To combat this, Brandon and Bloom and the rest of the squad stock up on healthier snacks like snap pea chips as well as face masks and constantly make sure Sky is hydrated.

When the stress is really hitting all of them, Flora makes lavender and avocado face masks for everyone and they all eat junk food and have a movie night and sleepover.

⚔️🧚‍♀️

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[the-thistle-king]

Teàrlach stood before the prison bars, staring down at Carmichael with his trademark sneer. He had clearly lost weight during his imprisonment, cheeks somewhat gaunt.

"Humans are such fragile creatures." Teàrlach mused, bending to push a tray of stale bread with a goblet of water under the bars. "Go on then, perform your little ritual, minister. It amuses me so." Carmichael had been sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, and he scooted himself closer to take the tray. "Many thanks!" He set it on his lap, and closing his eyes with raised hands he said, "Fy nhad yn y nefoedd, bless this food so graciously given by my captors, strengthen my lovely Isibéal, and bring your divine justice to Dál Riata. Amen."

Teàrlach's fanged grin only widened, pressing his face closer to the bars, he jeered, "Much good your prayers are, holy man. Seems your god has forgotten you here. Yet you continue to bleat at the sky. Hilarious."

Carmichael had torn the loaf into small pieces, quietly listening to the revenant's words as he ate. He took a sip of water and replied, "Oh? What makes you think my prayers go unanswered?" Teàrlach stepped back, gesturing around the stone room. "If I'm not mistaken, you still appear to be imprisoned. Unless you have acquired a key from the heavens that slipped my notice."

"That's your first mistake, Mr. Teàrlach. You're under the impression my prayers are for escape. I don't remember requesting such a thing." Carmichael popped the final piece of bread into his mouth and grinned. "I believe my work here is not done."

Teàrlach's grin faded, his eyes narrowed as he stared down the minister. "Work? What work are you referring to? You've been wasting away in this cell for months now. You've accomplished nothing. And will continue to accomplish nothing. Your miniscule human mind clearly cannot handle prison." Carmichael cheerfully clapped his hands onto his knees and smiled. "I've been speaking to you, haven't I?"

The revenant's eyes blazed, his teeth bared. "You think you're getting to me? Your holy book will pierce my degenerate heart, we'll hold hands and sing songs with the other degenerates you've proselytized to? Is that what you're seeking?"

Carmichael rested his cheek in his hand, thinking a moment. "Well, hand holding isn't typical practice during worship—" he looked back up, grinning. "But, yes! I would be pleased if such a thing occurred!" Teàrlach waved him off. "I'm afraid I'd burst into flames the moment I entered your holy place. Filth such as I daren't revile your temple."

Carmichael's eyes almost glittered, and he leaned forward. "If we're measuring the weight of our transgressions, I'm afraid none would be able to enter; least of all myself." Teàrlach threw his head back and laughed scornfully at the minister. "My hands are stained with the blood of my Lady's enemies. When I wake, I curse whoever caused my damnable resurrection on this ball of mud. You claim to be equal in my misdeeds? I daresay, you have never batted a hand at a fly in your life."

Carmichael exhaled deeply, running his fingers along the hem of his trousers. "I assure you, Mr. Teàrlach, I am capable of this and worse. All have sinned, and fallen short. There is none who does good, apart from our savior." He looked solemn for a moment, before looking up and meeting Teàrlach's gaze. "Yet he shed his blood so we may be forgiven. If you yourself repent and believe, your sins may be washed clean."

The revenant's face contorted in confusion at first, then rage, after. "Have you been stricken deaf? The blood of thousands covers my hands! I have ripped babe from mother and dashed them to pieces! Villages have been leveled for my Lady's amusement. The stench of death follows like my own shadow!"

Carmichael swayed side to side, cheerfully singing, "Oh, precious is the flow, that makes me white as snow~!" Teàrlach grabbed the bars of the cell, shaking them and shouting, "Silence! I will heed no more of these falsehoods! You think honeyed words will grant your freedom? I am not so easily moved! Rot here and cry to your god, he will save neither of us." He swept out of the room, not before giving Carmichael another glance, his expression almost fearful.

The minister heaved a sigh, laying back onto the floor and leaning his legs against the wall. "Tomorrow is another day." He smiled and continued his song, which followed Teàrlach out of the jail and remained in his mind the rest of the night.

#blurb #im throwing this at u and *running* before I start feeling nauseated #if i utter a heresy i *need* you to kill me #nothing makes me realize how SHIT my theology is until i try to write timmy

[renova-writes]

nothing... just saw timothee in macy's and got distracted...

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[gottaluvharry]

a/n: thank you for the love on my last post!!! i appreciate all of you more than you know:) thank you thank you thank you. once again sorry if this has a weird layout or something, i’m typing this on my phone as i don’t have a laptop. xxx

summary: y/n and tomothee had been texting until he suddenly ghosted, so when she sees timmy in a club she teases him by dancing with another man

tw’s: nothing much except for sexual dancing and alcohol

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It had been days since the last conversation I had with Timothee and I was aching to talk to him again. He was so flirty and I really liked him, but his alleged lack of interest got me kind of down.

I listened to The Weeknd and did my makeup, singing and dancing around my room while I got ready- if there was anything that could cheer me up it was a night out with my girls. I gazed at my reflection in the full length mirror- a tall and bronzed figure wearing a little black dress just long enough to keep you wanting more with fluffed up hair and dark sexy makeup stared back. I was ready.

My girls picked me up and we pregamed in the car. We entered the exclusive club already feeling the buzz of our previous shots, excited for what the night might hold. The night was still young after all.

As I danced and drank with my friends, I almost forgot about Timothee- at least until I saw the familiar head of curls across the room. We had worked together on the set of ‘Hot Summer’s Night’, but that felt like eons ago and we were only kids then. Still, after all those years I would never mistake those familiar green eyes and deep messy hair for anyone besides Timothee Chalamet. We locked eyes as I was spinning my friend around my extended arm, and my stomach did backflips at the sight of him. I wondered if he felt the same way. I decided that my only remedy to his sudden appearance was more shots. 5 more shots to be exact.

My judgement was now tainted by the liquid courage, and I danced freely forgetting about Timothee altogether. As i danced up against my friend I caught Timothee eyes. He was sitting at the bar facing towards the dance floor leaning back against the bar counter. His legs spread in the typical ‘man with a big ego’ style, but he made it look so good. He gave me a slight smirk as I flipped my hair to one side and kept his gaze. I noticed that he wasn’t paying any attention to his friend beside him who seemed to be trying to talk to him, but I was pulled out of my thoughts as someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and a tall man with blonde hair and handsome eyes looked down on me.

“May I have your next dance?” he asked as the previous song faded.

I smirked at the idea of Timothee watching me with another man, wondering and secretly hoping he would get jealous. I knew it was an awful thing to do, but my 8 shots begged to differ.

“You may,” I responded mimicking him.

I took his outstretched hand and spun around so my back was pressed flush to his chest.

*i imagined ‘the color violet’ starting to play in the back:)*

I caught Timothee’s eyes and smirked as I leaned back against the blonde guy and closed my eyes feeling the base shake my body. His hands quickly funding my hips and guiding me while mine reached up behind his head to the base of his neck. The orange-ish yellow-ish lights shone down on me as him and I moved together to the beat of the music. I felt like I was moving weightless through the air, completely unaware to everything around me besides Timothee’s gaze. His eye color was a bright shade of green, but the emotion on his face made them seem like the darkest shade of green. Almost as if emerald was fusing with obsidian. He shifted in his seat, now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Instead of looking bored and uninterested, he now seemed to be hot and bothered- perfect.

As the song continued I never took my eyes off of him. Something about me dancing against a stranger while keeping eye contact with Timothee the entire time in a high profile club was so exciting. I could feel the sweat staring to stick to my chest, and I knew Timothee could see it shine in the light because of the way he adjusted himself. Even from so far away I could see the darkness in his expression and the lump in his throat. As the song slowly game to an end, the guy turned me to face him, kissed my cheek, whispered a goodbye, and disappeared into the sea of bodies. When I flipped back around to look for Timothee, he was nowhere to be seen. I was almost upset, until I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stick up. A familiarly intimidating presence lingered directly behind me, and I knew exactly who it was.

……. part 2???

————————————————————————I’m not sure if this is even good enough for anyone to want a part 2, but if so let me know! I hope you enjoyed it:) I’m sorry it’s not the greatest, I don’t really know what I’m doing this is all for fun lol. Much love<3333

-e

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[sp1rit-realm]

⋆°✩ build a bear ✩°⋆

༻¨*:· request ·:*¨༺ Build A Bear date with Lily!

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 fluff 𖦹 omg i wrote something that wasn't sad 𖦹 froge! 𖦹 say it with me, shitty writing 𖦹 consider this an apology for all the angst 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 155

"Oh! Look how cute that one is!" You gushed as you intently stared through the window of the shop.

"My love," Lily let out a breathy laugh, "I'm not quite sure which one 'that one' is."

She swore your eyes were wide as saucers, "That one!"

She laughed again, "I still have no idea what you're talking about."

You sighed, "The frog, Lily!" You practically squeal.

She smiles, "Okay, let's go."

Your heart swelled, pushing against the restraints of your ribcage.

Grabbing your hand, she led you into the shop. The yellow walls reflect upon your girlfriend; she looks like a diety. 

You pick up the green frog; Lily grabs the pink one.

"G'morning, Lily. I love you!" You speak into the recorder with a grin.

"Goodnight, y/n. I love you!" She says, and you melt.

You name your frog Timmy and dress him up in rainboots and a raincoat.

Today was a good day. 

༻¨*:· thank you for reading, my lovelies ·:*¨༺

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[the-amazing-simp]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 08.04.22

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—𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

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[meetmyothersouls]

OMG I’m begging you to write a fic about needy, stoned timmy

Munchies

Warnings: high Timothee, oral (fem receiving)

Come over, pleaseeeeeee.

I read the text, smiling at my self like a giddy teenager. How does a 27-year-old man have this effect on me?

Need me to bring snacks? I text back.

He's typing instantly.

Just your 🐱

I run a hand over my face already feeling heat building between my legs. Timothee is extra needy and horny when he's been smoking and considering it's a Friday after the few busy weeks he's had, I already know he's chosen his favorite method to wind down.

OMW I text back, eager to feel is tongue inside of me.

👅 👅👅 he responds.

His apartment door is already unlocked, and he's waiting for me, sitting on the arm of his sofa. He's wearing grey sweatpants and that I can already see his dick through and a grey hoodie to match. On anyone else it'd be too much grey, but on him it worked. Everything worked on Timothee.

He held his arms out to me, greeting me with grabby hands. When I'm in arms reach he grabs me and pulls me into him, his hands instantly searching for the quickest way to get me out of my clothes. His tired eyes meet mine and he blinks slowly.

"I missed you so much, baby," his voice is soft.

"You saw me yesterday, Tim." "Too long," he says pressing his lips against mine. "Way too long. Need you all the time." Timothees fingers hooked under my leggings and tugged downward. "Can these come off?"

"So eager," I tease, taking a step back and pushing them down along with my panties. I step out of the and Timothee pulls me back into him. One arm wrapping around my body and the other trailing down my front. I'm already wet, so when his fingers tease my folds he groans. He slides them in between my lips and delicately runs his fingertips against my clit. My knees are weak already.

"So hungry," Timothee corrects me when he breaks away from the kiss he'd been torturing me with. He stops rubbing me only to suck his index finger into his mouth, sucking my arousal from the digit followed by his middle finger then his ring finger. "Let's switch," Timothee says, spinning me around and pushing my ass against the arm of his couch. He's on his knees in front of me in an instant and spreads my legs wide open. Before I have a chance to brace myself, his head is in between my legs and his tongue dives straight into my entrance, teasing my hole. I throw my head back and let out a soft, drawn out moan. He swirls his tongue along my folds, mixing spit and arousal together creating a wonderful concoction to tease my clit with. The tip of his tongue circles the bundle of nerves, and my knees open wider.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby. Yes, right there."

He hums a response against my core and it vibrates against my clit. I moan louder, not expecting the sensation to feel so good. I fall back, the cushions on Timothee's couch creating a soft landing for my back and head. This angle gives Timothee full access to every inch of my pussy. Everything on full display. He sucks my clit into his mouth, creating soft suckling noises and wet slurps. The sounds alone enough to bring me over the edge. Then he flattens his tongue, giving my pussy full laps at an agonizing pace.

"Fuck, fuck I'm gonna come. Timmy, yes!"

My hips begin to move in rhythm with his tongue, riding the muscle as he brings me into bliss. My body convulses lightly as and I feel my clit throbbing under his tongue. He chuckles happily as I ride out my orgasm, giving me soft kisses to my center.

"Mmmm," Timothee moaned when I sat up. He stayed on his knees, wrapping his arms around my back and resting his cheek against my stomach.

"Good?" I asked, running my fingers through is curls.

"So good," he agreed.

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[houseofchalamet]

Imagine: Being in a Secret Relationship With Timmy

You'd both agreed that you wanted to keep your relationship a secret for at least the first few months after you started dating. You wanted the privacy to be able to build a stable relationship without feeling like you're under a microscope and the whole world inserting their opinions.

But fans quickly began speculating, and after seeing just how many people were concered with your relationship status, you decided to keep it going for as long as you could. It was funny as hell, and you both loved trolling everyone.

Neither of you ever explicity confirmed or denied dating rumors.

He told his parents and sister that you guys were dating first, and then Zendaya (but only bc she's the only person who knows him well enough to pull the answer out of him) but other than that, you both only tell people you know you can 100% trust.

You both also say "we're friends" a lot because... you are.

Friends who just happen to be dating😏

"We're friends" becomes a meme.

While you're careful not to kiss in front of the paparazzi, you will occasionally hug or hold hands. But Timmy is a naturally touchy person with all his friends, so this doesn't necessarily mean anything.

Fans overanalyze EVERYTHING. Every touch, every look, every word. Funnily enough, the very thing you were trying to avoid when you first started dating is the thing that entertains you both now.

Occasionally, you'll post cheeky Instagram stories of you and Timmy doing debatably intimate things (his hand on your thigh as he drives or hugging at the airport) and the fans go FERAL.

Whenever you post photos of each other, Zendaya or Florence will always play along and comment something like, "Friend goals!!!🔥"

A literal WAR starts on Twitter. #TheyreFriends is trending. Your fans are in the trenches; the battle is bloody. You and Timothee are cuddling in bed, laughing at the whole thing. You still think it's crazy that people are so invested.

As time goes on, it gets more and more difficult to keep the charade up, and you both start getting restless. You want to be able to kiss in public or be able to go on romantic vacations without having to worry about who will see.

You both brainstorm cheeky ways to end it; the grand finale.

Across the world, your fans get an Instagram notification.

"(Y/N) has just posted!"

It's a series of wedding photos. The caption: "Upgraded to BEST friend😎"

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[timmymyluv]

hypeboy.

timothée chalamet x kpop idol!reader

fc: rosé of blackpink

hi everyone! I know it's been a while since my last soc med au but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

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[sylviebell]

“nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!” With Jake from the fluffy prompt list because I genuinely think that’ll be so fucking adorable🥹🥹

TWO Jake blurbs in ONE day?? I don’t know how it happened either. Thanks @wkndwlff for all the help with this one

You’d just finished laying out the costumes you’d gotten for you and Jake to wear to The Hard Deck tonight for Penny’s Halloween party when you hear the front door open, Jake’s heavy footfalls stomping through the hallway.

“Honey, I’m home!” he calls out, the echo of his boots being tossed into the hall closet in the background.

“I’m in the bedroom,” you yell back.

“The bedroom?” he purrs, fingers already tugging the zipper of his fight suit down as he walks through the door with a lewd grin on his face. When he notices the clothes laid out on the bed, his smile slips and his fingers falter. “What’s this?” he asks, eyes darting back and forth.

“Our Halloween costumes for tonight,” you say excitedly, fingers replacing his on his zipper.

He frowns, studying the outfit more closely. “No,” he states after a moment, voice firm.

“Jake,” you whine, trying to slide your hands into his now open flight suit.

“Nope,” he insists, backing away from the temptation of your touch. “Javy and I both went with your costume idea last year and we felt ridiculous.”

You smile at the memory. Javy and Jake, the Bubbles and Buttercup to your Blossom, had begrudgingly agreed to your begging last year. They had endured some good-natured ribbing from your friends, but they’d just looked so cute in their tights. You really don’t see what the big deal was.

“There’s no skirts this year!” you argue, giving him your most endearing smile.

His frown stays put, eyes narrowing as he picks up a can of green hair spray. “And this?” he demands.

“It’s only temporary!”

“You want me to put this in my hair?” he cries.

“It’ll wash right out!”

He purses his lips, sighing as he looks backs and forth between you and the can in hand.

“Please, Jake,” you say sweetly. You pout your lips, tilting your head to gaze up at him through your lashes with wide eyes.

“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!” But you can see his resolve starting to break. The crinkle in his forehead straightening, his eyes softening, a soft sigh begrudgingly falling from his lips. You can’t help your excited squeal when a little smile pulls at his face.

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“Damn,” Javy yells as soon as he spots you walking into The Hard Deck. Tiny crowns adorning your heads and wands in your hands. “Looking good Cosmo,” he tells Jake with a grin.

Jake eyes him up and down, shaking his head at Javy’s pink hat and shirt. “Thanks, Timmy,” he laughs. “Don’t you have your own girlfriend to get roped into costumes with?”

“Her and Rooster are matching this year,” Javy shrugs.

“You guys finally made it!” you hear Nat screech before pushing her way past Javy, wrapping her arms around you. Bradley trails behind her, matching blue shirt and ascot, white Scoops Ahoy hats atop their heads. “Come on, you need a drink,” she says, still a little too loud. The tequila on her breath makes you smile, and you wink at Jake before wrapping your own arms around your friend and shuffling up to the bar together.

“Nice shorts, Bird Brain,” Jake teases.

“Nice hair, Bagman,” Bradley smiles back.

“I was worried the hair thing might be the deal breaker,” Javy says.

Jake just sighs, shaking his head with a grin as he watches you laugh with Nat at the bar. “She’s persuasive.”

“Ain’t they all,” Javy says. “Come on,” he adds with a slap to Jakes back, “let’s get some drinks.”

Jake trails after them, just thankful there’s no tights and skirts this year.

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[equallyshaw]

presidents daughter x Jack hughes

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slow burning little blurb😌

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Warnings: angst, juvenile delinquency (but really a national emergency lol) swearing. nothing else.

Word count: 5.08k

bit choppy!

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ophelia grace kennedy paced up and down her room, as she went through her foreign government flashcards. she was studying for her winter finals, now a senior at rutgers university in new jersey. she was getting a bachelors in international relations and a bachelors in french. ofcourse she'd go down this route, just like her family before her. it was now December 9th and her time here in new jersey would be coming to a close in a mere 6 days, before heading back to the white house for christmas and winter break with her parents. maria her roommate stormed into the room breaking the girl from concentrating and sighed. "what now?" ophelia asked, stopping in her step and watching her best friend grin. "we've been invited to a party in the city!!!" she said. ophelia growled, "yeah like my dad would say yes." she hummed going back to her flashcards. maria snatched them out of her hand, "screw the cards, screw pops and get your ass out the door in 20." she said without waiting to get a response. ophelia stood there torn, she knew she should not go but another part of her wanted an excuse to head up to manhattan. "but isn't it a 2 hour drive???" ophelia yelled out the door and maria only laughed. "that's why timmy is driving us." she hummed and ophelia cringed. maria had had a massive crush on timothy, her personal secret service agent since sophomore year. personally speaking, he was attractive; ophelia would not deny it. but she also knew she would never allow that to happen. besides, maria was always joking that timothy had a crush on opehlia and not one for maria. ophelia pulled herself into the washroom and quickly got ready.

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35 minutes later the two hopped in the car that was waiting for them. "hi timmy. hi oswald." maria said looking at ophelia. "miss mendez, miss kennedy." timothy said looking through the mirror at ophelia. "good evening timothy and oswald, sorry for the last minute drive." she said honestly but he waved it off. as long as she got their safe, he didn't mind. the four drove about an hour and a half before making it to the swanky manhattan apartment. well, penthouse. "thankyou timothy." she said as oswald opened the door for the two of them. "ill be up soon." he said looking back at her and she nodded before stepping out. the three of them walked into the complex, and hurried up the elevator. "okay penthouse b." maria said looking at the text message. "and how did we get an invite?" ophelia questioned maria and maria giggled. "i might know somebody." and ophelia now smirked. "is he the one from 2 weekends ago?" and maria blushed as the elevator opened. "let me call him." maria pulled out her phone and the guy quickly picked up. "hey we are here, can you come for a moment?" she asked and the respondent quickly said yes. the three walked up to the door, and waited. oswald stood in front of the two, and the dude was shocked. "oh my god its ophelia kennedy." he said as he looked from maria. ophelia nodded softly, hating that he recognized her. "sorry." he said realizing how he was acting, and ophelia nodded. "sir, i am going to have to search the premises before miss kennedy can be let it." and ophelia sighed. "uh let me go get the owner, but that wont be a problem." and oswald nodded. the elevator dinged and timothy walked into the hall, coming up behind ophelia. "well ill leave you to it!" maria said as john pulled her inside, just as the owner came out. jack did a double take at the girl, knowing he knew her from somewhere. the secret service agents at his door, gave it away. oswald explained what he needed to do, and jack opened his door widely for them, his gaze continuously going back to the girl. "sorry about all of this." she said sheepishly, and she could feel two sets of eyes on here, making her feel small. "not a problem miss kennedy." jack said smiling. she looked up and met his eye, "ophelia." and he smiled wider, "jack." and he held out his hand. she blushed, taking a hold of it and shaking it. oswald came back out and took the first shift outside, and so timothy and her entered the penthouse after jack.

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maria pulled her best friend towards the windows, shoving a drink in her hand. "thanks." she hummed quickly throwing it back. maria watched trying to hold back a laugh, as soon as ophelia finished it she went to go look for another. "don't follow me." she said to timothy who was about to follow. this was one of the few times where she demanded they let her disappear without following. "I'm not leaving." she added before walking off to the kitchen. some recognized her, 90% of the americans at least did. nobody bat an eye otherwise. she searched the kitchen looking for a seltzer or something and she smiled once she found on. "seltzer type of gal, huh?" she heard jack announce as he entered the kitchen. she stood back up from the cooler and nodded, watching as he strutted towards her and grabbed the drink to open it. smooth, she thought. "why thankyou." she smiled, and she leaned into the kitchen island. "ofcourse, you're american royalty, i might as well do my duty of being a good host." and she waved her hand in front of her. "no no, that's my dad not me. don't act any differently please. you don't have to!" she said and he nodded. "oh my god so it is true!" a tall guy said from the doorway. "if i recall we had to a project on the Kennedy family junior year of highschool and you were featured in it." the guy said causing jack to laugh at his brother's forwardness and then saw that ophelia was cringing. "that's uh that's nice. good thing we didn't do that." she smiled softly before drinking her seltzer. "oh yeah right...sorry." luke said feeling bad and ophelia just nodded. "well i should get back before one of my agents call my dad." she huffed as jack was about to say something. "who are you here with?" he asked walking out with her. "my best friend maria, who i think is seeing somebody named john. i have no idea though." she said walking towards her spot before. "oh yes! he did mention it. well at least he's american so he knows who you are and everything that comes with knowing you?" he asked and she laughed at his attempt to make a joke. "haha very funny." she smiled as the two walked up to maria and john. "such a nice place dude, thanks for letting us crash." maria said and jack nodded. "ofcourse, pleasure is all mine." he smiled looking down at ophelia briefly. "well if you need anything ill be making the rounds." he said to the group and then back at ophelia who nodded. he looked at her for a few more seconds before leaving. ophelia and maria stood side by side with john for the next two hours, getting to know him and learn more about his profession and who half these people were at the party.

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ophelia found herself around 1 am walking out to the balcony that accompanied the penthouse and took in the frigid temperature. it was becoming too confined and a bit warm for her inside and this seemed like a welcoming idea. jack had been watching her all night as she interacted with john and a few others who had made their way over at some point. he took in how she laughed, how she interacted with maria but through it all she seemed guarded and somewhat closed off. but who wouldn't be when they had a pair of eyes on them at all times. he waited a few minutes after she stepped out to step out with her. "party boring ya?" he questioned as he shut the door, and she turned around and giggled. "not in the slightest, i think nico and i had a good 10 minute conversation in french so this is at the top of house parties for me." she joked as she came up next to her. "oh really?" he said quirking an eyebrow and she blushed. "john tells me that you guys are seniors at rutgers. what are you studying?" he asked looking down at her, giving her his full undivided attention. "hah, i think you can google it." she joked swirling her seltzer. "well but yeah i could, but i wanna hear it from you." he said sweetly and ophelia felt herself smile against her better judgment. "well just like every other member in my family I'm studying some sort of government. but mine is in international relations and then another major in french. i plan to work at the embassy after graduation." she explained and he felt himself smile. "my dad just about shit himself when i told him my plans. he was expecting me to do something else, let alone move to france." she added causing the both of them to laugh. "wanna run away from the u.s?" he grinned and she shook her head. "shhh my dad doesn't need to find out." she grinned leaning into him just a bit, placing a soft hand on his arm. "your secret is safe with me." he whispered grinning, and she recognized it as a sincere one. one that made her warm inside. "say, have you ever been to a hockey game?" he questioned, her hand not leaving his arm as they turned towards one another. she shook her head no, "oh wait! i did go to the 2018 stanley cup playoffs when my dad was a senator!" she said remembering now. "or whatever year it was." she laughed uncertainly. "i think you're right, but you and maria should come to our next game in two days." and she sighed. "good thing I'm done with finals then." she said through somewhat gritted teeth, knowing that she would not be going home as decided by her dad but she'd be staying in jersey just a bit longer. against his wishes ofcourse. the sliding door opening but she didn't move back from jack. "hey girl, we are going. timmy's being an ass." she said before timothy came into view and ophelia sighed. "well thankyou for the invite and a great party, jack." she smiled. he nodded, "ill make sure john gives maria my number so we can situate the ticks." he said and she nodded before walking back inside.

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ophelia threw her overnight bag into the fire escape as maria watched from the ground. two floors up and ophelia could put her fear of heights away and hop down. she grabbed her second phone and walked down. the two looked at one another, as if to say 'are we really doing this?". ophelia grabbed maria's hand and pulled her towards the uber that was waiting for them. she had had enough of the two agents for two years and decided that she wanted to ditch them. besides, she had had a lovely argument this morning with her dad which untimely led to her hanging up one him; not wanting her to stay longer in jersey after her last final that early afternoon. so, this was going to work or not work, she didn't know but that was thrown out the window as the two sped off towards newark. maria texted john that the two were on their way there, and to not say shit to anybody besides jack. nobody could know they were coming. "lets hope this works and i don't get shot in the process." ophelia said shutting her eyes. "lets hope it does work." maria said squeezing her best friends hand.

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the two drove into the underground parking garage and saw john waiting for them with jack. the two hopped out and maria quickly hugged john. "hi jack." she said sheepishly and he smiled, pulling her in for a hug. "where can we put our stuff?" maria questioned the two and john smiled beginning to walk the four over to the car. "thanks man, appreciate it." ophelia said. "wheres the entourage?" john asked shutting his trunk and maria smiled. "she ditched em for the night!" she cheered, throwing her hands up in the air. "hahaha. funny." ophelia said rolling her eyes. "lets just go before people see us." ophelia said pulling the three back towards the door. "lets get margaritas!" maria said as soon as the two were alone on their way towards a box that was filled with executives for the team and one that was smaller so they could blend in easier. "fine, only one though." ophelia hummed.

the game was in full speed an hour later, and opehlia found herself enjoying it immensely. oh, how she adored grown men throwing each other around, searching for the tiny black object on the ice. she made note to go to more hockey games because they were entertaining. she shamelessly watched jack throughout the night, feeling her attraction towards him grow. she hadn't been able to get him out of her mind for two days and this was only going to add to it.

and throughout the night, she thought not once of the outside world and who might be looking for her. back at the whitehouse, her parents were terrified of what could have happened. agents and police personnel on high alert throughout the east coast. she knew ultimately she shouldn't have done what she did, but now it was done. the game went a little too quickly for her liking, and the two stayed back in the box waiting for the two guys to come out. john had the idea of ordering in and the four of them hanging at jacks penthouse for the evening. the two came in with one trailing behind them as he was on the phone with somebody. "great game guys!" ophelia said smiling widely, feeling the two margaritas pulsing through her veins. "oh my god, she was loving it! she was so into it it was so funny." maria said laughing at the fact that she misread a call and got upset about it. "hey, its not my fault the dudes microphone went out." jack and john picking up on the situation. "ill need to hear more, but should we get going?" jack questioned and the two nodded. the five of them headed out towards the two cars, "wanna ride with us? were going straight to my place. they are picking up chinese." and ophelia nodded. "i swear to go if timmy or oswald or your fucking father call me one more time, i'm gonna scream." maria said as she turned on her phone. she flashed ophelia her phone and saw 35 missed calls. "turn it back off, they can track it." ophelia said and maria nodded.

jack and luke watched as ophelia grew quiet, as soon as they entered the car. "do they not know youre here?" luke asked and ophelia nodded. "oh god, please tell me were not gonna go to prison for harboring the presidents daughter?!" luke panicked.

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it was around 1 am after many boxes of chinese take out and a comedy movie, they were all exhausted. maria and john moved to his place on another floor offering ophelia to come with them, but she said she wanted to finish the movie. luke headed to bed after they left, and so now it was just jack and her. "so why did you not tell them you were going out?" he questioned, turning towards her on the couch. their knees brushing one another for a split second. she sighed, thinking of what reasons he was going to give. "i wanted to be normal again just for the evening. i wanted to have a good time without feeling my agent's eyes on me at all times, you never feel alone. ever." she said looking at jack in the eyes. "did you feel normal?" he asked and she smiled softly taking in how his eyes softened as he looked at her. she took in how comfortable she felt in his presence and the warmth that he oozed, "i do now." she hummed before closing the small distance between them by pressing her lips to his. it caught him by surprise but he melted into it, finding the base of her back quickly; his arms wrapping around her. their bodies quickly not getting enough of one another, jack pulled them down the hall to his room. making the most of her night of freedom.

it was around 5 as the two found themselves wide awake talking, laughing, kissing, and falling for one another. jack pulled her closer to his chest, not wanting this moment to end. "when do you come back?" he questioned and she shut her eyes. "the 7th, i start classes the 10th." she said. he nodded, "how about we do something during my by week in feburary?" he questioned and she smiled. "its a good thing my classes are all online. ill talk to my mom and have her convince my dad." she hummed looking up at him. "its a good thing, she's got a soft spot for me." she hummed before pecking jack again.

as the two were starting to fall asleep, their breathing already mimicking one another they heard a big boom at the frontdoor. more like a crash. she quickly sat up in bed, pulling the blanket to her chest, gathered her discarded clothes and slammed the bathroom shut, locking it behind her. she knew who was here. "ophelia?" jack questioned as the master bedroom opened, to reveal timothy. jack threw his hands up, as more agents filled the room. "jack?" he heard luke call out, as they pushed him into he hallway. jack sighed, knowing his brother was ok. "is she in here?" timothy asked pointing towards the bathroom and jack nodded, apprehensively. "i swear to god if you touch the door, you'll regret it." she yelled, knowing he was about to or at least attempt to open the door. she slid on her socks and stood up, taking in her appearance. she sighed stepping out of the washroom, timothy inspecting her to make sure she was not harmed. "im fine, tell him oswald." she said looking at her most trusted person in the world, who nodded. "you're dad will be happy to hear we found you but he wont be happy where." timothy said grabbing her arm and began to walk her out. "let go of me!" she screeched, ripping her arm from him. she'd never seen this side of him and she did not like it. they made it to the front door and saw maria standing outside with john, "can i at least say bye?" she asked looking at timothy. he looked down at her, knowing that if he did so, there would be no chance with her selfishly. he'd been battling two years of feelings and knew she was slipping from his hands. he sighed, and nodded. "alone." she added and timothy sighed again nodding for the agents to get out. as soon as they did, closing the broken front door behind them she turned around. "im so sorry, i didn't think they'd come here." she said panicking. jack shook his head, "no no, don't worry. you didn't know." jack said softly putting his arms around the girl. he rubbed her back, "yknow id still like to see you after you get back." he said and she smiled. "didn't scare you away?" she questioned and he smirked. "not even close." he said before quickly pecking her. timothy opened the door, letting her know air force 1 was ready. "bye jack." she said before walking out and past timothy. she gave maria a quick hug before she was whisked away.

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jack hadn't stopped thinking of the girl as christmas rolled around, and the texting the two did was nonstop. the two could not get enough of each other, respectfully. ophelia was a wreck as she was locked away in her ivory tower, not daring to speak to anybody but oswald or her most trusted assistant. the president took notice of everything, and i mean everything. he would go up to the personal quarters for the family throughout the day and would hear his daughter laughing, talking in hushed tones and sadly, sobs. she was only allowing oswald and her assistant to see her, as she didn't want to be anywhere near her parents. with the reprimanding he did once she got back, he understood. but he knew the history of the family and his panicking was warranted. theo kennedy walked towards his and his wife's bedroom to talk, he needed to confirm his suspicions. "is she really seeing that hockey player?" he said and his wife was taken back. "uh...i believe so. at least that's what kelsey said. the two haven't stopped talking since the night she was found. well actually before that too." she responded, and he nodded sitting down at the edge of the bed. "would it be wild to invite him to the christmas party?" he questioned and his wife smiled. "are you getting soft?" she smiled coming up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. "i think that ship sailed years ago." he huffed and she laughed. "she's our only child theo...don't push her too far and give her reasons to never come back." his wife whispered. "i get she messed up and made a dumb mistake, but we both know either one of us would have done the same in her position." and he knew his wife was right. they both would have done it. "ill let kelsey know." he announced, standing up and walking out.

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though kelsey never told ophelia, knowing it would be a lovely surprise for her. ophelia smoothed down her silver dress that donned a bow at the back of her neck. kelsey inspected her hair and makeup, smiling at how perfect it was. "you ready?" she questioned and she nodded. she walked out of her room in what seemed like days. oswald smiled down at the girl, putting his arm out for her. she smiled looping her arm in his. "absolutely beautiful miss ophelia." he hummed and she smiled widely. "thankyou oswald." and the two were on their way downstairs. "ill be right down there, take your time." oswald said stepping aside and walked down the grand stairs that would lead them to the grand room where the party was. she sighed running her hands down her dress once more, as kelsey fixed the bow that went down halfway revealing the rest of her back. "knock em dead, sis." she smiled and ophelia nodded. she needed a drink, and pronto. especially after the amount of pictures that were going to be taken as she made her entrance. she rounded the corner and stood for a brief few seconds at the top looking down at the groups of people mingling about. oswald nodded at her, speaking into his earpiece. she slowly stepped down the stairs hoping to not fall flat on her face. as she looked around briefly at the people realizing she was walking down, she caught a familiar face. scratch that, four. and then it was as if more and more kept popping up. she whispered to oswald that she was going to greet the group of people, and as she looked over, she saw jack already making his way over. "ofcourse miss ophelia." oswald said standing back into position. "hi jack." she smiled widely, pulling him in for a hug. "hi opehlia." he whispered, a bit stunned by the forwardness. "what are you doing here?" she questioned pulling him to the side of the stairs. he shrugged, "your dad called me four days ago and asked me if i wanted to come. and that i could invite anybody i wanted to-to come along." he said and he saw the confusion wash over her features. "he did?" she asked in disbelief and he nodded. "is it too soon?" he asked growing nervous, and she shook her head quickly. "oh no! not at all, I'm just stunned a bit that's all." she said smiling widely. "I'm really glad that you're here jack, truly." she said inching closer to him. "ill meet up with you guys soon, i need to find my dad." she said and he nodded, placing a kiss to her cheek. her cheeks became crimson red, jack noticing immediately. she watched as he walked back towards the group, and then she slipped into a secret door towards the oval Office.

"ophelia!" she heard her name from behind and she knew who's it was. she stopped to look back and saw timothy walking quickly down the desolate hallway. "yes?" she questioned, and she saw that he was upset. "what is that guy doing here?" he asked and she was taken back a bit. "why does it matter to you?" she huffed, before starting her descent again. he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "are you two together?" he asked and her face became stern. "why would it matter to you, huh?" she spat while yanking her arm back. "why would it? have you not recognized anything?" he asked and he saw confusion wash over her. "what-what are your talking about timothy?" she asked growing irritated. "you musn't think that everything I've done for you has been just for my job. you really don't think that right?" he questioned searching her eyes. she shook her head, "timothy-" he cut her off. "have you not realized my feelings for you?" he asked and she felt dread wash over her. "oh fuck no, this isn't happening." she said taking a step back, putting her arms out to create distance. "don't go do this route timothy, please." she begged but he shook his head. "ill put in my notice, then then-" she cut him off. "if you think that i have feelings for you, you are certainly mistaken. what the actual fuck, timothy? don't follow me" she ordered, beginning to walk towards the oval office. she made it to the office, and shut the door behind her. her dad was at his desk, going over some last-minute items. he quickly looked up and was shocked to see his daughter back in the very room he berated her a week back. "first thing's first, please get timothy off of my service. secondly, you invited jack?" she said walking up towards his desk. he sat back in his chair smiling, and nodded. "okay." he said nodding towards his agent behind him and the agent left the room. "i had to meet the guy who's had nonstop communication with my daughter." he said and she softly smiled and then it dropped. "was it to make amends?" she said quirking an eyebrow and he laughed. "you're mother is quite the convincer and knows how to fix situations. good thing she's in my corner and nobody else's." he said and she nodded, knowing full well the angel (and devil) that she was. she sat down in front of her dad. "i do really like him, i think you'll like him too." she smiled and then there was a knock on the door. oswald appeared with her mom and somebody else. jack walked into the room nervously looking around, and then he found ophelia. he instantly calmed down, and she smiled widely.

"so you must be jack." her dad said standing up and jack swallowed hard, putting out his hand for him to shake. "ye-yes, jack hughes." he said nervously. "hear you're a pretty good hockey player, jack." her dad said and jack shrugged. "i'm alright." and ophelia smiled at his modesty. "heard you're good enough to make the olympics team and represent our great country." and jack was confused looking over at ophelia. "he loves hockey." ophelia said and her dad chuckled. "yes, nhl network is always on. just recently caught a segment on international play coming back so that's why I'm excited for 2028!" he explained walking back to his desk and shutting the small desk lamp off. ophelia made her way over towards jack and straightened his bowtie. "calm down, you're fine." she whispered for just him to hear. jack watched as he did so, a feeling of calm washing over him.

"who'd you bring tonight?" her dad asked breaking their trance with one another. "uh my parents, brothers, and a couple teammates." he said sheepishly, "great! we get to meet the parents, hun." her dad mused as the two walked out in front of them. ophelia rolled her eyes, "he hasn't been this excited in a few years i apologize in advance." she hummed and he smiled, holding out his arm for her. she looped her arm in his, and the two walked out.

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the two made their way up to the personal quarters for the family a few hours later, showing him around the white house for a personal tour. "and this here is my room." she said sheepishly allowing him to walk in. she shut the door behind them and started to pull off her earrings that were beginning to throb. jack turned around halfway to see what she was doing, and she was making her way back towards him. he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her inclose and rested his chin on her head. "thankyou for coming tonight, I'm so glad that you did." she smiled. "ofcourse, i had to see the girl im absolutely mad about." he hummed, and she felt her heart swell. "and where she got her snooty attitude." he added joking and she rolled her eyes. "haha very funny." she said pulling back a bit to look up at him. "will you be my girlfriend?" he asked off the cuff and she threw her head back laughing. "points for throwing me off guard, but yes. i would love to be your girlfriend." she hummed and he smiled widely. he closed the space between them, placing his lips on hers. ones that tasted like whiskey and the comforting smell of sandalwood and cedar plagued her nose. she began to untie his bowtie, and as soon as it was undone she began to push him back towards her bed. she giggled as he fell back upon the bed, not knowing it was as close as it was. "oops." she said placing a hand on her lips. he smiled, pulling her to his chest, not being able to get enough of her.

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ahh! i hope you enjoyed this lengthy and somewhat slow burning blurb, i kinda wanna make a follow up? probs will lol. but please like and reblog if you enjoyed!

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