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garfieldsladybird · 1 year

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

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

Cloth | Timothée Chalamet.

timothée x reader. (established relationship)

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

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

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

Masterlist, Navigation, Timmy C. List.

It was just one of those lazy days today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yea?” you ask with a soft smile.

“come to bedddd…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They look beautiful. And peaceful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‎© 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖽y𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽. 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾!!

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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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🦒 for timothee plssss, I just got home from the dispensary and seen the celebration post ! 🌬 congratulations!

thank youu <33

oh god first time riding- writing Timothée ;))

warning: drugs, smoking. words: 306. kisses. implied smut.

Smoke is weird. The way it goes left but also right and it goes all in different ways. From a bong, it could go straight out and then flow away but from a joint or a blunt, it goes in a mismatched direction, and sometimes it's prettier.

“your so pretty,” Timmy states with a sheepish smile, mostly completely out of it but it didn’t matter you both were.

Snapping out of watching the smoke, your eyes re-dilating as you turn to look at him, to find him staring at you with adoration, “you are too,” you say, a smile growing on your face, your hand that was hanging loosely above you was now hanging off the arm on the couch.

“Mon amour?” he says with arms wide, “come here,” he says but comes out like gibberish.

Climbing over to him on the couch with the blunt, he pulls you sit on him so your back is to his chest, his arms around your waist, and you both just melt into each other. While watching the show you guys had on, you bring the blunt back up to take a drag, feeling him nuzzle into your neck, giving you kisses.

“Hi,” you say quietly, passing it with a smile.

“Hi,” he whispers back, his face more on your shoulder so you could look at him, grabbing the blunt he rolled for you, “one kiss?" he asks before puckering his lips.

Giving in, you lean in giving him a kiss, eyes fluttering shut, you can taste the grape-flavored blunt wrap from him but you pull away just as fast as the kiss started, pulling a whine from him making him chase after your lips which he caught, deepening the kiss. But soon pulled away to inhale the blunt, before continuing with the kisses.

A long night that was.

#t.h.c. 🐥#sorry it took forever #tw: drugs #timmys.ladybird.#gα︎я︎ƒιє︎ℓ∂︎’ѕ 100 party animals #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet imagine #timothée chalamet #timothée chamalet fluff #timothée chalamet blurbs #timothée chalamet x y/n #timothée chalamet x reader #lady is writing ;) ✏️

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garfieldsladybird · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMMY!!!! gosh i am so happy he is alive!!

I LOVE YOUUUU <3333

#garfield talks #timothée chamalet #timothee chalamet #timmy chalamet #timmys.ladybird.

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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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Timothée Chalamet.

navigation | talk to me ?? | masterlist | tag — t.h.c. 🐥

my chalamabingbong.

cuddles — drugs & implied smut — smoking a blunt & cuddles!!

Coth — fluff & drugs — prompt number 6. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

Next level — smut & fluff — Finally he gets to work with you! But when there’s a few explicit scenes to flim he would like to talk to you just to make sure you don’t get uncomfortable. Though things go a little bit unexpected.

T.H.C. — drugs, smut, fluff — one bed trope with bsf timmy but high.

#the colors mean nothing :3 #garfieldsladybird #timmys.ladybird.#t.h.c. 🐥#timmy x reader #timothée chamalet #timothee chamalet

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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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does anybody know about this post on his story?

I don’t know if anyones seen it. ppl most likely have. its just he deleted it like only a few minutes after, I think…

the pic makes me die a little <3

#timothée chamalet #timothee chalamet #timmys.ladybird.

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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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dude the way Timothée Chalamet looks at Taylor Russell is so fucking hot ;)

#taylor russell #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #timmys.ladybird.

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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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HE ALIVE!!!!

YAYAYYA!!!

#he is goong to make me die #timothée chamalet #timothee chalamet #timmys.ladybird.

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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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“When you find someone that grants you that ability to look in the mirror and not hate yourself, that's the first gift i think love can really bring you.” — Timothée Chalamet.

well said Timmy!!

#garfield talks #timmys.ladybird.

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garfieldsladybird · 1 year

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okay

#timmys.ladybird.#garfields.extra.fics #garfield talks

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garfieldsladybird · 1 year

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HE DOESNT HAVE BROWN EYES- WHAT THE FUCK.

piercing green eyes.