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oneshots-heaven · 1 year

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“Sleeping Mates" — Timothée Chalamet

What are you supposed to do when your best friend answers to your ’Can't sleep' text with a cheeky ’Come sleep with me' but you refuse due to your feelings for him?

WARNING True heartfelt fluff with some spice and angst Timothée Chalamet x Reader

You were tossing and turning in your bed, the sheets already stripped down to your hips as the city lights flooded your room. Your body felt on fire, and while your limbs felt tired and begged your mind to find some rest, it didn’t. You were wide awake, grasping your pillowcase, quietly groaning into it.

It had been the third night this week you struggled to fall asleep, and by now you knew you couldn’t blame it on the weather, neither on the city lights. It had thundered on the first night you couldn’t sleep and spent the entire next day blaming it on the weather. The second night, it had been chilly and rained all day, perfect temperature to have a good sleep, but instead you had stayed up almost the entire night.

You knew it must be another reason for you to be so restless lately, but you couldn’t explain to yourself what it was. There was nothing wrong in your life right now, literally not a single thing you had to worry about. While of course, there were the usual ups and downs life had to offer, you were doing good.

Turning back onto your back, you sighed as your hands searched for your phone, laying somewhere close by in your bed. Blinking against the bright screen, you checked the time.

2:38 AM.

Your tired arms gave in, laying the phone back down as you stared at the ceiling. The street lights brought the tiniest bit of light into the darkness of your room. There was only that, darkness filled with tiredness and admittedly, a bit of loneliness, as you felt like the only person awake around your block.

Grabbing your phone again, you checked the time once again. Not even a minute had passed, and it would only become more painful if you kept staring at it. Your finger hovered over the touchscreen, having no clue what to do. No solution came to your mind, everything only seemed to make it worse.

Unconsciously, you opened the messages, seeing the last chat with your best friend. You had sent him a video of his sister and you mocking his last fit, to which he had answered with some angry emojis. It still made you smile as you knew how eager he had become with his fashion looks, he liked making a statement and trying new things.

You stared at the chat, swiping upwards, reading some of your older texts. Timothée and you had been best friends for years now after having met more or less by pure coincidence. It was the easiest friendship you’ve ever had in your entire life, and somehow neither of you had ever questioned it, what you truly were, what you were supposed to be. It was just easy, he could focus on his movie career and you on your degree. Sometimes you didn’t hear from each other for weeks or even months, and yet you still always knew you had a friend for life. It felt like a lifeline.

One that you felt the need for now.

To: Timothée

Can’t sleep

This was stupid, he probably wouldn’t answer anyway. Knowing him, he was knocked out since 11 PM, peacefully sleeping in his bed two streets down the block.

Just as you wanted to put your phone away again, it buzzed in your hand. You blinked in surprise, yet frowned as you checked it.

From: Timothée

come sleep with me

You slightly sat up in bed, your eyes still fixed on his response, your hand clutched hard around your phone, as if you could lose it any second. Your chest suddenly felt like a panicked void, completely caught off-guard. You blinked and read the text again. For a second you weren’t sure if this wasn’t just a fever dream, however it was very much real, it was right there.

And yet it still felt surreal, although there was no reason to be surprised like that. Timothée and you were as close as the text hinted, saying stuff like that wasn’t a rarity. From the day you’d met, there had been this unspoken closeness between you two, a space where you could be whatever you wanted to be. It felt so natural that you had never questioned it, not until now. While you had had sleepovers at each other’s places and shared hotel rooms multiple times in the past, it just never was as intimate as inviting someone to purposely sleep besides you.

This had to be a joke.

All of the sudden, after whatever much time had passed, your phone buzzed again.

From: Timothée

are you there or asleep already?

You pressed your lips together, your fingers itching to type an answer.

To: Timothée

No, I’m here. Still can’t fall asleep.

Seconds later, your phone buzzed once more.

From: Timothée

open your door then

Disbelief kept you right where you were, hesitating. He wasn’t at your door, that was ridiculous. Why would he come over in the middle of the night? You tried to fight it, but the what if in your head was much louder. You let go of your phone, pushing the blanket aside before you stumbled through the dark hallways of your apartment. You must look like an absolute mess, but with the force you unlocked your door and pulled it open, it was clear you didn’t care at all. All your heart desired was to see if he was actually there.

Clothed in a hoodie despite the nightly freezing temperatures outside, Timothée stood in front of your apartment door, his eyes flying up to meet yours. His face softened as he caught sight of you. “Hey,“ he mumbled, still sounding groggy from his previous sleep.

Overwhelmed by the fact that he was actually here, you glanced at him wordlessly for a brief moment, before replying a soft ’Hey’.

“Can I come in?“

You nodded, unable to form any words with your numbed tongue. It felt like your brain had stopped working, a complete malfunction of basic behavior. You remained standing in the doorway before ever so slowly stepping aside for Timothée to step in. You hadn’t expected this, you hadn’t expected to see him at this hour.

Timothée walked further in your apartment as you closed the door behind him, starring at his back, right until he turned back around to you. “You okay?“ he questioned, making you feel caught.

“Yes,“ you breathed.

Pushing his hands in the pockets of his loose fitted sweatpants, he said, “Just can’t sleep, hm?“

Pressing your lips together, you leaned against the kitchen counter, nodding. You felt so out of place. What was this? Why did this feel not like usual, not like any other situation in your friendship and instead so different?

“Have had trouble sleeping for some days now. I don’t know why, I just can’t seem to find any rest.“

“Want me to make some tea? Talk you tired?“ he offered. “No offense, but you do look pretty exhausted.“

You chuckled quietly. “Well, I am pretty exhausted. But you don’t have to do all that. I just need to finally fall asleep.“

“Let’s go to bed, then.“

There were a million questions in your head, putting in question all sort of things. Go to bed, together? What will happen then? Will you sleep next to me? But first and foremost, why are you here now? While all of this was highly confusing to you, you didn’t stop yourself from following him to your bedroom. Your bed was the proof of your restless nights. The covers laid crumbled aside, pillows were laying everywhere, but were they fit right. Nothing about your bed looked comfy right now, but rather like a chaotic, stressful mess.

Timothée, without another word, made the space his own, grabbing one of the bigger pillows and fluffed it out before doing the same to the other. Stripping his sweater and throwing it on the ground, he stood on the other side of the bed, looking at you. He was still clothed in his low hanging sweatpants and a t-shirt, yet your cheeks flushed at the sight of him.

It was the ease with how he did things. Without hesitation, without fear, because that was what your friendship had always been about—safety without any doubt. His smile offered the same comfort that you’d always known, and although the confusion didn’t leave you, you felt a little more relaxed to get into bed, just as he did too.

This was just like any other sleepover, this didn’t mean anything more than any other time before, or at least that was what you told yourself. Timothée laid next to you, hauling under the same blanket as you, feeling so close yet far away in your queen sized bed.

The city lights brought enough light into your bedroom to see the contours of his face as you took a glimpse at him. Your fingertips tickled in desperate desire to touch his face, to draw your finger along his strong jaw over to his soft lips, but you denied yourself to give into that desire. Your hands stayed where they should be, laying to close to your body on either side. You laid in your own bed like a corpse, paralyzed to move or make yourself more comfortable, because you felt so fearful to get too close to him, and he seemed to notice.

“Relax,“ he whispered into the dark.

“I am relaxed,“ you assured him, lying through your gritted teeth.

He snorted quietly, suddenly you felt his hand shaking your shoulder lightly. “No, don’t lie,“ he said, his voice sounding like a true beg. “You’re tensed as hell, no wonder why you can’t sleep like that. You need to let your body loose, like you’re sleeping in a hammock.“

“In a hammock, you say?“ you laughed. “I don’t think—“

“Yes, don’t think. Don’t overthink anything right now, that’s too much brain activity.“

At this point, you felt like he was mumbling bullshit, you could hear it in his voice. Before you texted him, he must’ve been asleep or close to sleeping already, he sounded groggy, yet ever so concentrated on making you feel just as sleepy.

“I cannot not think. That feels impossible.“ you argued, which was the truth, especially now with him next to you in bed at this late hour. It was in the middle of the night, he should’ve been fast asleep and instead he had been suddenly standing in front of your door. You couldn’t concentrate on sleeping when your body was so hyperaware of his.

“Why?“

The worst possible question because you had no answer to that, or rather you feared the answer to that.

“I don’t know, I just can’t.“

His fingers brushed back and forth over your arm, creasing it, as he said, “Everything’s ok, Y/N. You’re fine, you can rest.“

You gulped, tensing more up if that was even possible. Why would he say such thing? Your mind spun around, and by now you were sure that you were losing yourself in absently overthinking about the meaning of your friendship. Timothée was the greatest friend you’d ever had, there was no argument in that, and you would do anything for this boy, and still you wondered.

He pushed himself up on his elbows as he noticed how you still couldn’t relax and rather laid rigged up beside him. “Come here,“ he said, ever so quietly, as he opened up his arms for you to move closer.

For a brief moment, you simply starred at him and the small space between the two of you. In the briefness of it all, Timothée looked like he may regretted his words, yet held his arms wide open. The confusion yelled loudly in your head, trying to draw further attention to itself but you had ignored it, already having pushed yourself over the mattress into his welcoming arms. They came around you, holding you against him.

His fingers continued to brush over your shoulder down your arm as you snuggled deeper into his arms, face on his chest, and closed your eyes. This felt like peace, and that was all you had longed for in a very, very long time. Yet the question didn’t leave your mind, perhaps bothering you until you would free it from your soul.

“Why did you come here, Timmy?“

The movement of his fingers stopped abruptly, his breathing becoming rigged, as you had definitely caught him slightly off-guard with that question. His chest moved up as he breathed in deeply, your head moving with it. What a dangerous, little question.

“You texted me in the middle of the night, and I just—“ he mumbled, you could feel his lips brushing your head that was laying in the crook of his shoulder. You hung on every word he said, desperately waiting for him to finish his sentence and as he did, you swore you felt like you’d just died. “I just thought you needed me.“

You breathed out, feeling his hand brushing gently over your head. The darkness was your savior, it did not let Timothée read your thoughts out loud as they were written all over it. As confusing as this was, it warmed your heart that he had made his way blocks over in the middle of the night, just because he thought you needed him.

And you did.

All you were lacking for the past few nights was the sense of comfort that perhaps only he could bring back with ease. A gesture like this, God knows a smile from him even, was enough to give you peace, and that realization was scary. When did you put all your source of true comfort into one person? Especially one that was so close, yet never yours? Why did you do that?

“I did,“ you whispered. “I had hoped you’d answer.“

His arms around your body tightened, pulling you even closer to him, if that was even possible. “I’m glad you texted me.“

“Why?“

You felt his head falling back deeper into the pillow he was laying on. “I was glad to be or even feel like the person you’d call in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep.“

Take your entire hand and crush my heart in it, it’s yours, that is all it ever was.

Your thoughts spun with every continuing breath as the airy silence crawled over you two, and in that moment, everything halted in time, or at least that was how it felt like to you. A painfully long moment filled with even more questions, more confusion and longing. For days, your body had craved to finally find some rest and just as you possibly could get it, you wanted to do anything but to fall asleep. Although this may didn’t mean as much as your heart interpreted in his words, you wanted this to last forever.

“Timmy?“

He hummed in response, his fingertips running gently up your back, caressing it until you leaned onto your elbow to properly look at him. He loosened his embrace around you, yet refused to fully let you go. His gaze went up, meeting yours, you could barely make it out in the almost pitch-black darkness.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to be that person but you.“

“Really?“

Disbelief resounded in his voice. What a fool he was for not believing you. If he only knew what he did to you—for years. How much you cared, how much you wanted him to care. How much you needed this, and how much you wanted him to need you as well. It tore you apart that he couldn’t see that, and it felt like torture even thinking further about this. Why hadn’t you never act on this? Why had you always denied yourself the truth, especially when it was right in front of your eyes?

Why even, why still?

Timothée’s hand rushed forward, catching the strand of hair that was about to fall into your face, slowly brushing it behind your ear as you went against all fears and doubts and leaned forward, connecting your lips together without further hesitation. You felt his body stiffen, his mouth not moving a bit, not even responding. Just as reality came crushing down onto you and you hasted to move away from him, his hand pulled your face closer again as his lips crushed harder onto yours. You gasped into the kiss by the sudden surprise, leaning more on him.

Blood rushed in your head, making you feel dizzy in his embrace. Your heart stumbled over its own beat as he pulled you even closer, those soft lips brushed over your bottom lip, luring a moan out of your mouth as his tongue slipped in, brushing against yours.

Was this even real?

His hands traveled carefully, almost a bit fearful down your waist to your hips while you melted into his touch, longing for it even more now than ever before. You’d always been close, but not once had you crossed this line, it always had felt taboo. You had believed Timothée could never like you in this way, more than just a friend, but the way how he moaned into your mouth as you gently bit his bottom lip proved you otherwise. He may desired you, too, at least a bit.

Your hands found the collar of his shirt that you grabbed and pulled him on top of you, desperate to feel his weight on you. He chuckled against your mouth, “Stop it, I’m going to crush you.“

“Don’t be silly, Tim,“ you breathed, before he placed one hand on each side of your head and leaned down to kiss you once more.

“I really don’t wanna crush you,“ he whispered in-between each kiss he planted on your lips, “because that would be a terrible way of ever losing you.“

Suddenly, the lightness got a little swept away by the serious undertone of his voice. Had he ever feared to lose you?

“You’ll never lose me if you only keep kissing me like that.“

His mouth twitched to a smile that made him look so gentle and wholesome, yet his dark eyes told a different story. They had changed into a deeper hue, longing gazing, eyeing every inch of you in the dark night. Leaning down on his elbow, he used his other hand to brush with his finger along the lines of your jaw, his gaze following the movement, until he reached your lips. As he brushed over your lips, you opened your mouth, letting it dip in, and wrapped your lips around it to suck it.

His breath hitched in the very moment of it, as he let out an airy laugh. “Don’t do that,“

You frowned, insecurity overwhelming you within seconds. “Why not? Sorry—you didn’t like that, did you?“

“No,“ he said, “I wanted for you to finally sleep, but if you keep doing stuff like that, I will most definitely try to keep you from sleeping.“

Shivers crept up on you, tingling all over your body, as your brain immediately shifted to imagine the reality of his words, and all you were left with was the desperate need to make it happen. Suddenly, every part of your body uncovered its aching for closeness that you had denied yourselves for too long. All those forbidden glances at each other, all those feelings that you couldn’t ignore, all the built up through the years of friendship finally found its purpose, and you would be damned if you let that chance slip.

Your hand carefully reached forward, brushing aside the brown curls that fell into his face, caressing his cheek, “For once, I don’t wanna sleep.“

“Good,“ he breathed, and your lips met in the perfect middle of it all. Your hands grabbed after his face, pulling him closer down to you—him still on his elbows in his ridiculous fear to crush you, as he seemingly forgot that he was rather a lightweight, but you adored his wariness. He’s always been like that, taking care of you, looking out for you, wherever you went. Your mind had been attracted to him, before your body did.

His lips began to wander to your cheek slowly down your neck, which you recked unconsciously to offer him even more space, marking every inch with a kiss. Just as your hands wandered, too, trailering down his sides to the hem of his shirt. You’d seen him shirtless before, many times, this, however, would be different. You’d pull off his shirt with intention, and he let you. Breaking away from your neck, leaving you whimper for a second, he kneeled in-between your spread legs. You followed his suit, hands still on the hem of his shirt, as he held up his arms, letting you pull it off in one swift movement. Your chest tightened at the sight of him shirtless. There was something that kick off serotonin in your head as soon as you saw him like this.

“Don’t look at me like that.“

You met his eyes. “Like what?“

“As if I’ve got anything good to offer you. I don’t—I’m not—“

Your shoulders sunk in, face softening. “I like you just the way you are, Timmy.“

Chest heaving, his gaze also softened at your words. His hands found your face again, as he whispered against your lips, “God, you’re too good to be true.“

You melted in that kiss, as you never felt closer to him than in this random night that you wished would last forever. Morning shouldn’t come too soon, who knew how long this would actually last, but until then you would believe his words as the truth.

“Can I take your shirt off, too?“

You nodded, wildly, offering him your arms in the air as he did the same to you, undressing you. You hadn’t worn a bra or anything underneath your oversized shirt, so you were instantly exposed to him, much to his surprise. His adam’s apple hitched visibly, as he took in the sight of you for a moment. “You’re so beautiful,“ he hushed, crushing his lips back onto yours, bringing you down on the bed again. “So damn beautiful.“

And he proved his words. You felt him all over your body, appreciating it with his mouth and his hands, showered you in kisses and intense waves of shivers. He sucked on the softest parts of your breasts as he lightly flicked the nipple of the other, sending your brain into another dimension. Who would’ve ever thought of this happening?

As his head hovered over the lower part of your body, hands on your sweatpants, he glanced up, meeting your eyes. “Is this real?“ you questioned.

Timothée came back up to you. “Yes,“ he replied. “It’s always been real.“

Please do not come at me for not writing smut in this. I wanted to keep it wholesome. 😭

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lixzey · 3 months

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writinfortim · 2 years

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waitress at hooters

WAHH thank u all for the feedback on my first concept, i appreciate it!!! kisses 4 u all, enjoy this one xo

;fluffy prank

You set the camera up on your fridge, almost falling off the chair.

He’s been acting foul lately, pranking you every other day. So you decided to play with his heart strings and hit a few nerves on the way.

You never usually do intro’s, because let’s be honest.. we all skip them. So you just get straight to the point.

“ Today we’re gonna irritate the shit out of Timothée. “ you announce with the biggest smile glued to your face.

You get off the chair and lift it up.

“ Please girls, do me a favor and irritate your boyfriend today, “ you pat your chest, “ do it for me. “ You say placing the chair back in its place.

“ I’m gonna tell him like ‘ hey babe, i’m off to work ‘ and the rest i’ll pull it out my ass. ``You shrug.

“ I at least know where I work, Hooters. Anyone that knows about Hooters knows that girls wear these cute, revealing outfits. “ you spin for the camera.

Showing your white sports bra, written Hooters across it and short orange shorts.

“ Guy’s usually go there for the food.. and the girls. “ You roll your eyes.

“ Honestly, I've never been to Hooters, like ever. I don’t know if he has? but.. I hope I'll get a reaction out of him. “

“ I don’t know if he’ll be like oh okay enjoy whatever or wait.. where the fuck are you going? “

You take a deep breath to prepare for all the arguing to come.

“ Timothée! “ you yell.

“ What? “ he practically shouts.

“ Come here! I wanna show you something. “

“ Whachyou wanna show me? “

“ Well if you don’t come down.. you won’t.. see it? “

“ Is it important? Is it worth me coming all the way down? “

I roll my eyes.

“ Alright I guess you won’t see what I have.. on. “

You hear hurried footsteps.

He’s fixing his flannel when he comes into sight.

His eyebrows reach the 7th sky. “ Ayo.. “ he crosses his arms. “ What you got this on for? “

“ Do you like it? “ you spin around.

He nods while you’re admiring your ass on the body length mirror.

“ Looking real nice, looking real plump. Looking like a peach, “ he says proudly.

“ I’ve been doing my, “ you do a squat, “ squats. “

“ Yeah? “ he hugs your waist, his hand sliding down your figure. Squeezing your ass.

He kisses you, “ But.. “ he sits down on the couch, adjusting his waist.

“ What’s this for? Is it for me, like right now? “

you kneel between his legs, “ Did you forget what i told you about? “ you pout.

He furrowed his eyebrows. Thinking. Hard.

“ What? “

“ Really? “ Now you’re gonna pull shit outta your ass.

“ Last week we talked about it. ``You stand up.

“ I’m going to work. “ you announce.

“ Going to work on what? me? “ He pulls his tongue out, proud of his joke.

You push his head away, laughing. “ No! “

You check time on your phone, “ Fuck, it’s almost time for my shift.. “

He grimaces, sliding off his headphones, placing them around his neck. “ Now you said, what? “

“ I have to work tonight, I told you about it. “

“ Work tonight? “ He’s lost.

“ Babe, “ you look at him with a blank face. “ That’s how I know you don’t listen when I talk to you. “

“ I listen to everything you say, that’s why I'm so confused right now. “ He empathizes his words with his hands.

“ Um, I have to go. “ You pick up your bag that’s placed next to him. He snatches it out of your hand and stands up.

“ You gotta go? “ He places his phone inside your bag.

“ Where we gotta go? “ he asks.

“ I have to go. There is no we, give me my bag! “ you jump trying to take it back.

“ Where we going? “

“ Timo- “

“ Where we going? “

You give up. “ I’m going to work, for fucks sake. “

He walks up to the kitchen island, “ Where ya job at? “ He practically snatches the car keys.

You follow him, “ Where’s my job at? Look at my boobs, “ You gesture to the logo on your chest.

“ I am. Trust. “ he smirks.

“ Okay, either you can drop me off or i can drive- “

“ Okay stop- W-what are you playing dress up for? “ he turns serious suddenly.

“ I’m going to- what do you mean? “ you whine, acting tired of his questions.

“ You’re going to work, where? “ he laughs irritably.

“ Hooters! “

“ For what? “

“ Okay timothée, now you’re just wasting my time. Give me the keys and my purse. “

“ You have like a deal with them? Like is this a photoshoot or something? “

It’s like you’re talking to a wall.

“ No, I’m going to serve people! “

He scratches his chin, “ Serve peo- Y/n what is this? “

“ I mean you know i’ve been spending a lot of money and like i just need more of a social life, all the girls are really nice and they literall- “

“ When did you meet the girls from the Tooter? We've never been there. “ he places his hands on his hips, your purse sliding to his wrist.

“ I went. for my interview- “

“ When? “

“ Last week! “

“ You’re joking, right? “

You look at him.

“ You gotta be joking, like.. “ He looks around, laughing.

“ No, I'm leaving now. I'm already late as it is. “ You take your bag effortlessly from him.

He looks at you, frozen.

“ Do you want me to get you anything from work? “

he slouches on the spot, looking at you like you just said the sky is blue.

“ Bring me any- what are you talking abo- You don’t have a job! “ he says, shaking you by the shoulders.

“ I have a job at Hooters! I'm a waitress! “

“ No! “ He throws his hands up in the sky.

“ If you did i would know, you would’ve said hey, babe love of my life i’m off to work and i’d be like okay babe have a good day not like- what the fuck? “

“ Babe, “ you pat his chest, “ relax. “

“ Yo, I'm just trying to figure it out, “ he sways a hand between you two, “ communicate. “

“ Well I just want to make sure, y’know, you’re informed I'm going to work. “

“ Y/n, take your ass to the couch. “

“ Timothée, the only place I'll take my ass to is Hooters. Wait let me practice on you. “ You put your purse down.

“ Practice what on me? “ He sits on the island stool.

“ So I'm like walking towards you, a customer. “ You walk towards him, doing the most.

“ What are you moving your hips for? Just fucking walk. “ And by his tone you know he’s so over this.

“ Hi! Welcome to Hooters, What can I do for you? “ A hand on your hip, you smile showing your teeth.

He flips his hat backwards, “ Yeh, no. I don’t even think they say that shit. “

“ Alright now you’re just being a hater. “

“ Nah cuz you just made that up. Do it again. “

Oh he’s playing along now.

So you do it again.

“ Hi, welcome to Hooters, what can I do for you tonight?.. That was good! I feel like I'll get really good tips. “

“ Just explain to me, why would you wanna go to work? At Hooters out of all places? “ He blinks.

You hold one finger up, “ well first of all ; very good tips! seco- “

“ I give you the best tip that you’re ever gonna get! “

“ Tim, it’s money. And i need the extra cash, i shop a lot. “

“ Ok now you’re lying. You don’t need no extra cash. “

You’re lying through your teeth. You shop with his card and he rarely lets you spend anything so you absolutely do not need extra cash.

“ T, i just want to make new friends, meet new peopl- “

“ Pandemic! Y/n, pandemic! “

“ Yeah but everything’s opening back up! so.. “

“ And what about it? you wanna be all up in people’s faces now? “

“ I’m not gonna be in people’s faces.. i’m gonna like wait tables and shit “

He holds his wrists above his head, looking at your forehead. “ So you’re saying, you’re going to work today. At Hooters. “

“ Yes! finally. That’s what I'm saying. “ you sigh.

“ What time is your- what’d you call it.. shift? “ He asks curiously.

“ I gotta be there in thirty minutes. “

“ They have applications? Can men work at Hooters? “

You didn’t expect that one.

“ As a Chef maybe? “ you play along.

“ I’m a fucking Chef at Hooters then, where my outfit at? I'll put it on right now. “

“ Please stop fucking around, i’m running super late. “

“ Nah,” he gets up and gathers your stuff.

“ We’re late. We both gonna work at Hooters and we both gonna get tips! How about that? “ He says throwing a fit. What a drama queen.

“ Oh fuck no, this is my job! “

“ Ight.. you done? “

“ Yes, hand me my things please? “

He does. “ Thank you, are you driving me or not? “

He ignores you and walks towards the staircase.

“ I take that as a no, “ you follow him.

“ Can you at least give me a goodbye kiss? “ you ask, smiling. This is perfect.

“ No, I thought we communicated as a couple. But no, next thing i know you’re married and have 4 kids. “

“ I'm not married and I don't have 4 kids. “

“ What if you do? “ He says with a sass.

“ Alright, I love you, “ you lean in to kiss him but he just turns his head the other way. “ Ah! “

He’s upset. And overdramatic.

“ What’s the address of this Hooters shit? “ he asks when you start making your way out.

“ It’s right down 190th St. Queens. It’s not that far, it’s a good drive. “

“ Ok, I'll be here. Have a good shift. “ He forces himself to say.

“ Bye! “

He rolls his eyes and prays to god you didn’t see him.

“ Tim! “ you call out.

“ What? “ his heart fell to his ass. Maybe you saw him. “ Go to work! “ He says, reaching out for the tv remote.

“ Come here.. “ you laugh.

“ Go get some tips, blah blah blah.. extra cash. “ he mimics your words.

“ It’s a prank! “ You say, jumping next to him. “ Look up, on the fridge. “ you point out.

“ I’m not looking up the fridge. “ he flips through channels.

You run to hop on the counter and grab the camera.

“ Say hi to everybody! “

“ Y/n, get this off my face. “ He hides the lense.

“ Oh, you look defeated. “ You throw your head back in laughter. “ I’m not defeated. I’m irritated. “

“ Ha! what’d i tell y’all! I know exactly what buttons to push. “

“ Bro, go to work! “ he pushes himself off the couch.

“ It’s a prank! I’m not working at fucking Hooters! “

You can’t help but be filled with pride. You’re the only person that can get him this worked up.

“ Go so I can have some peace and quiet around here. “ He gestures to the door, laughing.

“ Oh, peace and quiet, that's what you want? “

“ Yeh, cuz you keep playing with me! I'd rather not get played unless it's in a different type of way. “

“ Alright, shut up. “

“ Your prank wasn’t even that good. “ he shrugs while sitting on the carpet.

“ Do you guys see how salty he is.. loser! “

“ The people will let you know that it wasn’t that great!” he points to the camera that’s filming him.

“ You like my outfit tho? “

He smiles.

“ Good to know. “

“ Nah you just wait.. you wait. Just you wait. “

You sit down next to him, “ Kiss me? “

He shakes his head, “ Go to the Chef’s at Hooters they’ll kiss your ass even. “

“ You wish you could. Okay guys it’s the end of the video, i got him real good. “

“ If that helps you sleep at night. “ He takes his phone out of his pocket.

“ Thank you guys for watching! Like the video if you think I got him. “

He looks up. “ Y’all still know who the real world champion prankster is tho. “ He says confidently.

“ Blah, “ you pull your tongue.

“ She knows I'm right. “ He wraps his arm around your neck. “ Don’t you? “

“ You sure like my outfit though. `` You tease.

His fingers dancing on your collarbone, “ Is the camera still on? “ He looks at the lense and tut.

“ ight, bye guys. “ And cut.

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Academy Attraction | Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Pairing: timothée chalamet x actress!reader

Word Count: 8.7k

Summary: it’s the oscar’s and once timothée and y/n spot each other on the red carpet, their attraction to each other is visibly undeniable, leading to a night full of awards in more ways than one

Warnings: swearing, brief 'spice' towards the end

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: ok I just wanna start by saying yes I realize the oscar’s was literal months ago LMAO, I swear I started writing this a day after it happened, I’ve just been struggling through it. I kept thinking about him at the ceremony and daydreaming about walking the red carpet with him, so I figured I might as well make it into a fic and spin it into something more. it honestly didn’t turn out how I hoped, I kinda hate it but it's whatever!

also just a quick little psa: I couldn’t find a dress that I really liked for the fic that fit my vision and was high-end, so sorry there’s no visual besides my description! I liked a lot of Dior’s ball gowns so I just chose them as the designer for the night as well. I hope you enjoy and lmk what you think! :)

Your heart is beating so rapidly against your rib cage, you’re sure the sound of it is loud enough for your assistant to hear; even amidst the chaos surrounding you two.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been an actress or how many of these events you go to, you will never not be nervous. When you’re acting it’s easy to embody someone else, to pretend you’re someone you’re not. But when it comes to events like this, like the Oscar’s, there’s really no pretending. Everything you say, do, and wear is solely you. There’s not very many places to hide or take a breath when you’re constantly surrounded by cameras and people anticipating your every move.

A hand reaches out and grasps your arm lightly. You jump a little at the sudden contact, having been stuck in your head, and your assistant, Lilah, gives you a sympathetic smile.

“You’re up next, Y/N. Do you need a moment? I can tell the next group they can go ahead of you if you’d like?” She says. Your heart swells a little at her words. This happens almost every time you have an event and yet she still handles it with care and patience. You’re so grateful to have her on your team and most importantly as a friend.

“No, that’s okay. Thank you, though. This always happens but I always make it out on the other side. I’ll be okay.” You give Lilah a firm nod, but it’s more to assure yourself than it is her.

“That’s right. Seriously, you’ve worked so hard to be where you’re at right now in your career. I mean look at you, you’re at the Oscar’s! And in one of the most drop dead gorgeous gowns I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You deserve this, so go out there and enjoy it! I’ll be right behind you.” She reaches out and gives your hand a squeeze which you gladly return, also giving her a smile.

You face forward and take a breath before stepping onto the red carpet. Lights immediately start flashing before you, but you do your best to react accordingly and enjoy it as much as possible. Your assistant is right, you’ve worked so hard these past few years and you won’t let some event jitters deter you from enjoying everything that comes with being a successful actress. Well, almost everything.

“Y/N! Over here, Y/N!” One of the photographers call from somewhere on your left, so you move your body a bit so they can get some shots of you. You smile and make sure to stand up straight as you take the time to look in every direction.

Even though it can be severely overwhelming, red carpets aren’t all that bad once you get the hang of it and just let yourself have some fun.

Placing one hand on your hip, you use the other to spread out your dress a bit. It’s incredible and has to be one of your favorites you’ve ever gotten the honor to wear. It’s a black ball gown with off the shoulder sleeves and is covered in jewels in perfect places that shine at just the right angle. It’s made of silk and tulle and other fabrics that somehow are still soft to the touch. It hugs your chest and curves in all the right spots, leaving you feeling confident and beautiful. This dress is everything you’ve dreamed of and more and is absolutely perfect for the occasion.

“Y/N, to your right! You look stunning!” Another photographer calls out and you can’t help the small giggle that passes your lips as you turn to the right. After you think you’ve given the photographer enough time to take some photos, you start to move towards the middle of the carpet.

“Look right here in the middle, Y/N! How about a kiss for the camera?” You hear someone yell and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. That’s paparazzi for you, always barking orders and wanting more than just a smile. At least it’s an innocent request, or so you hope.

“Sure, but only if you say please,” you tease. Why not have a little fun with it?

“Awh, c’mon, please?” The photographer yells back and you can hear the joking way he’s begging in his voice.

You just shake your head and laugh before deciding to give him what he wants. Bringing your hand up to your lips, you kiss your fingertips before laying out your hand and blowing the kiss towards the dozens of cameras before you.

There’s some cheers that echo around the crowd and more compliments get thrown at you as the flashes and clicks of cameras continue to surround you.

*****

At the end of the carpet, Timothée Chalamet stands with his assistant, Callie, as he prepares to take part in numerous interviews before heading into the theater.

The night had been going fantastic so far. Timothée was getting to catch up with so many of his fellow costars from Dune and other peers as he made his way through the event. He had missed stuff like this and is so happy to be here.

As Timothée tries to decide where to head next, he hears his assistant call his name. He turns and notices she’s discreetly pointing towards someone on the carpet.

“Look, Y/N is here!” She exclaims. Timothée’s eyes immediately dart back to the red carpet, the place he was just taking pictures not long ago, and finds you instantly.

“God, she’s gorgeous,” he whispers as he takes in your figure.

There you are, dressed in black, wearing a dress that matches his own outfit quite well. You’re currently blowing a kiss to the cameras and Timothée can’t help but grin at the sight.

He watches as you laugh and continue to smile for the cameras. He’s known you long enough to know you must be nervous, but no one would ever be able to tell by the way you’re holding yourself so graciously.

Callie leans in close to Timothée’s ear so no one can see or hear what she’s saying. “You should go over there! I’m telling you, T, she’s just as head over heels for you as you are for her. I know how much you care for her and it’s obvious how much she cares for you too. You two lovebirds need to just get together already!”

The brunette boy can feel the heat on his cheeks instantly and he prays it’s not noticeable. It’s true what his assistant is saying, Timothée has been in love with you for almost as long as he’s known you and he cares for you deeply. He’s just never done anything about it because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same and risk losing the wonderful friendship you have. He finds it hard to believe you feel the same way, though. He’s never noticed any hints that you might reciprocate his feelings, but then again he never was good at noticing things like that…

“You really think so? I mean is it that obvious?” He asks.

“Yes and yes. Just trust me on this, and if nothing else at least you’ll have a good time with one of your dear friends. Now go!” Callie laughs before lightly pushing Timothée forward. The guy is one hell of an actor, but give him the signal to go after a girl and he crumbles. You gotta love him though.

Timothée takes several steps forward and he watches as you begin to turn, ready to make your way down the rest of the carpet. As if sensing his presence, your head tilts up and your eyes immediately lock with his.

*****

“Timothée!” You cry out, somehow still surprised to see him even though you knew he’d be here somewhere.

Grabbing the front of your dress, you hurry as best you can to meet up with him. Timothée meets you more than halfway so the both of you stop at the last section of the carpet.

As soon as you meet, the curly haired boy is engulfing you in his arms and hugging you tightly. You hug him back and smile at his warm embrace and captivating scent that instantly fills the air around you. You’re not sure what cologne he’s wearing, but you swear you would bathe in it that’s how good it smells.

The two of you part and Timothée takes your hands in his, spreading them out between you both and giving you a once over. The way his eyes darken as they rake up and down your body causes a warm sensation to start to pool in your belly, and you suddenly feel flustered.

“You look incredible, Ms. Y/L/N,” he says before giving you a smile.

“I could say the same about you, Mr. Chalamet,” you reply. In a swift motion you take in Timothée and all his glory. Of course he looks stunning, per usual. The thing that sticks out most to you is his lack of a shirt. He’s never quite worn something like this before, but god do you hope he continues to do it.

His milky skin contrasts perfectly with his dark clothing and silver jewelry. His jacket and pants cover enough of him, but also leave little to the imagination as you take in the toned dips on his stomach. It takes everything in you not to stand there with your mouth hanging open.

Some yelling is heard and at once you’re brought back to reality and the fact you’re standing on the red carpet still. You look back towards the photographers and notice how they all swarm to the side you and Timothée are at. It’s as if everyone wants a picture of the two of you together.

“Mind if I join you on your last stretch of the carpet?”

“Not at all.”

The both of you turn towards the cameras and a slight chill runs up your spine as you feel Timothée’s hand lay gently on your back. Not too low and not too high, always the gentleman.

You wrap your right arm around Timothée’s waist but are left questioning where to put your left hand. You’d typically place it against his chest, always posing like that with him, but you’re unsure if his lack of a shirt would cause him to feel uncomfortable at the touch.

Deciding to go for it anyways, you hesitantly reach up and let your fingers graze across his soft skin.

“Is this okay?” You question, ready to take your hand back the minute he shows any sign of discomfort.

“It’s perfect,” he replies, looking down at you and giving you a slight nod of approval, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

Unbeknownst to you, Timothée is more than okay with the situation at hand. Although the two of you always pose like this together, this time it is very different. This time there’s hardly any fabric separating the warmth of your fingertips against the skin of Timothée’s chest. Heat radiates through his body and all he wants to do is find out how your hands would feel against the rest of him.

Timothée quickly rids his mind of any further thoughts.

The flashing lights and sounds of shutter clicks seem to multiply as you and Timothée pose together. Photographers’ voices grow louder as each one cries out for the two of you to look in their direction. It always gets a little bit more hectic when you pose with a fellow actor or actress, especially with Timothée, but this time it seems more intense.

Over the past few years both you and Timothée have gained more success and recognition. You’ve become icons in the film world and are seen as rising stars who are sure to leave a mark on the industry for many years to come. You’re fan favorites and are currently the “it” people in Hollywood. It’s been a lot to take on but it’s all either of you has dreamed about. It’s wonderful but can sure be pretty scary, especially in situations like this.

Your pulse starts to quicken once more and Timothée can feel the way you stiffen under his touch at the sudden intensity. Trying his best to calm you and to let you know you’re okay, he lightly presses his thumb into your back and rubs tiny circles against it.

Feeling Timothée rub circles in your back allows you to feel more at ease and let your body relax into his touch. He always knows just what to do in every situation. It’s one of the many reasons you love him so much.

The thought scares you, but it’s true. You’re not quite sure when your feelings for him changed, but a part of you believes you’ve felt this way since the day you met him. You’re constantly being told Timothée feels the same about you, but he’s never done anything to show that’s true. You could always make the first move but you’re too afraid your intel has been wrong and all it’ll do is mess up your friendship.

At the end of the day you’d rather have Timothée as a friend than not have him in your life at all, so your romantic feelings stay where they are; hidden away.

A short time passes so you turn to look back at your assistant, knowing it’s probably time to move along. These things always go pretty fast to keep everything in order.

Lilah nods her head at you, a tell tale sign you’re good to go, and then gives you a quick wink that leaves you feeling flushed. She knows how much you love Timothée and you just know she’s gonna tease you about this later.

“Shall we, mon chéri?” Timothée says as you turn back to him. You watch as his eyes flicker down and you follow his gaze to see he has his hand stretched out before you, offering it for you to hold. You do your best not to melt right here on the red carpet.

“We shall,” you grin, before accepting Timothée’s hand and allowing him to lead you away from the heard of photographers.

As the both of you step out onto the rest of the carpet, the area with countless reporters ready to interview you, you can’t help but to bask in the moment.

Although suffering from nerves just a short time ago, currently you feel at ease. You know it has everything to do with Timothée by your side. His hand is warm and soft against your own and his presence is helping the hectic atmosphere feel calm. No matter what happens tonight you know you’re going to have a wonderful time spending it with him, if that’s what he wishes to do as well.

Timothée begins to lead you over to a small group of interviewers, but before you get far you take a quick glance at Lilah. You notice she’s met up with Timothée’s assistant and it’s clear they’re up to something with the way they keep giggling and looking over at you and Timothée.

They’ve known each other for as long as you and Timothée have been friends, and something tells you they each know a lot more than they let on to you and your brunette companion. You find yourself desperately wanting to know what’s going on, but your attention is taken away from them and brought to the girl in front of you.

“Hi! My name’s Emily, it’s so nice to meet you both!” The girl is in a red dress and has long dark hair. She has a microphone with a TikTok logo on it and you immediately recognize her as the girl who does those mock celebrity videos.

“Hey! Nice to meet you too, I love your videos!” you tell her, and Emily’s smile instantly broadens.

“Oh wow, thank you so much!”

“Yeah, of course!” you return her smile and can tell how genuine she seems. This whole thing must be very exciting and full circle for her.

“Well you both look incredible so I have to ask; Who are you wearing?” Emily holds out her microphone and you let go of Timothée’s hand, knowing how animated he is when he speaks.

Timothée goes to start talking but then takes a second to look over at you.

“You or me first?” He asks with a smile and you just shake your head in return, knowing how pumped he is to be here and to be doing interviews like this.

“Go ahead, it’s all yours,” you laugh and Timothée chuckles before turning back towards Emily.

“A Louis Vuitton moment,” he answers while pulling on his jacket a little. Emily’s partner makes a comment about Timothée’s lack of a shirt and how he tried to do it too and it ends in the four of you laughing. Emily brings the microphone back towards you and you step forward a little to answer her.

“I’m wearing Dior and I absolutely love it,” you grasp a part of the dress and bring it out a little, admiring the way it flows and lays so effortlessly. “I’m so grateful to be wearing it tonight.”

“You look so stunning in it. And it looks like you and Timothée are even matching a bit!” Emily points out the similarities in yours and Timothée’s outfits and once again you find yourself admiring the man beside you.

“We are, aren’t we!” Timothée replies as he looks over your dress once more. He can’t get over how gorgeous you look. “She truly looks so beautiful.”

The two interviewers “awh” at Timothée’s remark and you feel your heart flutter in response. He’s so beyond sweet.

You thank Timothée and the interview continues. Emily and her partner go back and forth with questions about yours and Timothée’s recent projects, especially the ones nominated for awards tonight. Both of your films are up for technical awards, so neither you nor Timothée will be walking home with a personal trophy, but you’re both rooting for your respective films to win in their categories.

A few jokes are cracked here and there and you all appear to be enjoying each other’s presence. It’s a nice change from the typical grilling questions interviewers ask, such as info on your love life and other private information. You’re grateful for interviewers like these and constantly wish there was more like them.

“So besides the films you starred in, are there any others you’re rooting for tonight?”

“Honestly there’s so many wonderful nominees! All of the films that have come out this past year have been incredible. Some of my favorites that are nominated have to be Encanto, West Side story, and then Dune of course!” You glance over at Timothée and give him a small smile. “But truly every film nominated deserves to win and I can’t wait to see what happens. I’m sure it’ll be a great night.”

Emily nods her head and then moves the mic over to Timothée.

“I’m gonna have to agree with, Y/N. There’s so many great nominees, it’s hard to pick a few. Anyone who wins honestly deserves it, and wins or not for Dune I’m happy to be here. It’s the Oscar’s, it’s great!”

“And we’re so happy to have you both as well! Thank you guys so much for taking the time to chat with us, it’s been so good to talk with you! Will you be spending the rest of the evening together or did you just happen to run into each other?” Emily looks questioningly between you and Timothée and you find yourself unsure of what to say. You did technically just run into each other, but you are kind of hoping to spend the rest of the night with Timothée as well.

Before you get the chance to make up your mind about what to say, Timothée takes initiative and begins to answer Emily’s question.

“We did just happen to run into each other, but if Y/N doesn’t mind, I’d love to spend the evening with her.” Timothée looks over at you fondly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and you feel the butterflies return to your stomach instantly.

“I don’t mind at all. It’d be an honor to spend the evening with you,” you reply and you watch as Timothée’s coy smile turns into a full on grin.

“Wonderful! I hope you guys have a great rest of your night and thank you again!” Emily smiles at the both of you before reaching out to shake your hand.

“No problem! And thank you, you guys as well!” You smile, taking her hand for a moment and then taking her co-host’s as well. Timothée says his goodbyes and gives his gratitude and then the two of you are off.

The further you step into the event the more excitement that surrounds you. Fellow actors and actresses are scattered around the carpet, fans line the barricades surrounding the area, and interviewers are stationed all around to get the next best story.

You’re immediately drawn to the fans, always ready to greet them and interact with them. It’s the least you can do considering they’re a big part of the reason you’re here today. You wholeheartedly believe you’d be nowhere without them.

“I’m gonna go say hi to some of the fans before going for another interview, meet back up in a bit?” You say to Timothée as you go to start making your way to the barricades.

“Yeah, definitely! I’m gonna head further down, but I’ll come find you.” Timothée gives you a slight wave before making his way further down the carpet, seeming to catch up with fans who were unable to get any closer.

Light squeals of excitement fill your ears as you reach the large group of fans in front of you. Somehow your smile gets even bigger as you get closer, their happiness consuming you in the best way possible.

“Hey, everyone!” A chorus of “hi”s and “hello”s are heard before the requests for pictures and hugs take over. You happily oblige to pretty much all of them, while also not wanting to take up too much time. The ceremony would be starting soon.

As you reach the final people of the group before you, one of the girls steps forward and begins to speak. “Y/N, I just have to ask. Are you and Timothée dating?”

The question takes you by surprise, especially as other fans start chiming in with their interest as well.

“No, we’re just great friends,” you answer. The fans appear to look a little disappointed, and some even confused.

“That’s unfortunate. You guys are so cute together!” The same fan says and some of the people around her nod their heads in agreement.

“You guys really think so?” You chuckle a bit at their antics, intrigued with why they believe that.

“Yeah!” Another fan calls out and he shakes his head in disbelief. “I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you? That man is so in love, I swear! Y/N, you have to see this video of Timothée when he saw you arrived. And don’t even get me started on the pictures from the carpet!” There’s some giggles throughout the crowd and lots of terms of agreement.

Wait, what? What are they talking about? You think as you start to see a couple of the fans begin to scroll through their phones. One of the fans is about to hand their phone to you when suddenly loud shrieks break out amongst the crowd, and a hand is placed on your back.

Looking up, you notice Timothée has made his way back to you. His green eyes sparkling as he looks into your own.

“Hey, Callie said we should go do some quick interviews and head inside, they’re already about to start apparently.”

“Oh, okay,” you reply. You didn’t realize how long it had already been since you got here, you definitely need to hurry so you don’t miss anything.

Looking back towards the fan who was about to hand you their phone, you give them a small smile and a knowing look. It’s not like you can look at the video and photos now, not with Timothée literally right next to you.

“Just go on twitter when you get a chance,” They lean in a little closer so Timothée won’t hear, he’s started taking pictures with the fans anyways so you figure it’s alright. “You guys are trending! It’s adorable and it’s clear he cares a lot for you. I hope it works out for the two of you!”

A small smile forms on your face at the sweet words. You tell the fan “thank you” before saying your goodbyes. Timoth��e blows some kisses at the fans and they go nuts for it, he laughs before turning around and once again taking your hand in his. You could definitely get used to this feeling.

As if it’s a race against the clock, you and Timothée go through the rest of your interviews rapidly. A majority of the questions are ones you’ve answered countless times already, but it’s all worth repeating as many times as needed due to the honor it is to be here tonight.

Making your way through the crowd and into the theater, you marvel at everything from people’s outfits to the architecture and decor around you. It’s so ravishing, and that starstruck feeling you get every time you come to these events consumes you wholly.

Reaching your assigned seats, you smile as Timothée holds onto you as you settle into your chair and fix your dress so it’s spread evenly around you. He waits until you’re settled before taking his own seat and reveling in his surroundings.

“God, I’ll never get used to being at these things. I used to watch them on tv as a kid and to think I’m being invited to them now is insane!” Timothée sighs as he leans back into his chair.

“I couldn’t agree more, every time I get an invite it’s like the first time all over again. It’s so surreal.”

The brunette turns towards you and his eyes immediately fill with a look of fondness. He watches as you scan the room and inspect every person and detail, trying to soak up everything. It’s so obvious how grateful and proud you are to be here, to see how much your hard work has payed off.

Timothée loves the fact that no matter what happens, no matter how much more famous you get, you never stop being grateful and appreciative of where you are today. Your humbleness and strive to always stay grounded is so inspiring to him and he finds you’re both alike in that aspect. Having someone with the same values as him is something he cherishes in an industry where people can become so clouded by the fame. He’s grateful to have you as someone to turn to, to talk to, and to be close to. Timothée truly doesn’t know where he’d be without you.

Adjusting in your seat, you turn and notice the way Timothée is staring at you.

“What?” You can’t help but to giggle, feeling slightly nervous and giddy over his gaze.

“Nothing, I just missed you is all.”

Your heart swells at his words and you fight the urge to jump up and engulf him in a hug. Timothée never fails to make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world to him every single time you’re together.

“I missed you too, Tim,” you reply softly. The two of you continue look at each other, a feeling you can’t quite describe lingering in the air between you. You notice Timothée’s brows furrow as if he’s contemplating something. He goes to speak but suddenly the lights are flickering, a sign the show is about to begin.

Timothée faces forward towards the stage, but you’d give anything to have just a few more moments with him, to find out what it is he was going to say.

*****

The night goes on as expected, with a few surprises of course. Both yours and Timothée’s films each won at least one award in their technical categories, and you couldn’t be happier. Everyone involved in each film worked so hard and you both feel very lucky to have been a part of such major pictures.

About midway through the show Timothée is called up in a bit involving eligible bachelors in Hollywood. Whilst Timothée is up there playing along, he can’t help but to wish he wasn’t.

As he stands on that stage, he can’t keep his eyes off you. The actor can’t help but to think of his feelings for you, think of the time he’s wasted by not taking his shot. Although he doesn’t mind being involved in corny jokes, he doesn’t want to be known as the single kid. Timothée wants to be your boyfriend, he wants to be the one by your side in everything, he wants to be the man you deserve and so much more.

When he takes his seat again, Timothée feels like he has a fire lit under him. He wants to get up right here and now and tell you exactly how he feels, but he can’t, not during the middle of one of the biggest nights in television.

Throughout the rest of the show, you steal glances at your longtime friend and can’t help but to notice his sudden change in demeanor. You hadn’t been able to speak much as the show was happening, but he certainly looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here right now.

Racking your mind over everything that has happened so far tonight, you try to pinpoint why Timothée would suddenly seem so uncomfortable. Was it something you did? Did the single joke offend him? Does it have something to do with what he was going to say before the show started?

As if you hadn’t experienced enough anxiety tonight, now your thoughts are racing over what’s going on with your curly-haired friend.

Trying to concentrate on the ceremony happening before you, you do your best to push thoughts of Timothée out of your mind. It comes easier than expected as an incredibly unexpected event takes place. As jokes begin to fly, so do hands and you watch in bewilderment as people around you begin to whisper and staff begin to hastily try to diffuse the situation.

For Timothée, it’s as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. He’s so concentrated on confessing his love to you whilst also trying to conserve your friendship, that it doesn’t even phase him. He doesn’t know how in the world he’s going to be able to do this, or if you’ll even feel the same, but he’d be dumb not to let you know how he really feels after all this time.

Looking over, you try and see if you can get Timothée’s reaction to everything, but he still looks like he’s trying to get out of here as soon as possible. This isn’t like him and is definitely different than the man you caught up with back on the red carpet. Something’s up, you’re just not sure what.

*****

After what seems like a hundred more announcements and acceptance speeches, the show finally comes to an end. During commercial breaks you tried your best to try and talk to Timothée, but either one of your colleagues would come and strike up a conversation with you, or you’d chicken out for fear of what he might say.

At this point, the night is definitely taking a turn and you’re not so sure it’s for the better.

People start filing out of the auditorium and before you even get the chance to start standing up, the lanky man next to you darts up from his chair and immediately turns towards you.

“Hey, let’s go somewhere private, I want to talk to you about something.” The way your stomach drops at Timothée’s words is a feeling you’ve never felt before. The tone of his voice and eagerness in his demeanor is extremely unsettling and to say you’re slightly terrified of what’s to come is an understatement.

“Yeah, sure, okay,” you reply weakly. The way the two of you went from being close and sentimental earlier, to whatever it is you are now is insanely shocking. As Timothée leads you through the sea of people, you continue to rack your brain to find anything that might’ve caused this. Everything was fine up until the show started. Sure he said he missed you but that’s what friends do when they haven’t seen each other in a while.

Nothing is adding up and nothing makes sense. You just wanted an evening with one of your best friends and it’s turned into a night of chaos and confusion.

Suddenly you’re snapped out of your thoughts as a hand grabs onto your wrist and you start to be lightly dragged down a hallway and into a small alcove. You look up and watch as Timothée scans the area before settling himself in front of you. There’s not many people over here, so the fact he’s secluded you both in this hidden area is slightly alarming.

“I don’t really know how to say this and I’m scared it’s going to ruin our friendship but I’m gonna say it anyway because it’s been on my mind and I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.” Running a hand through his hair, Timothée takes a breath before continuing. “I love you, Y/N. And not in the way a friend loves a friend. Not in the way we say it to each other all the time. I am in love with you and I have been for a long time if I’m being honest. There’s no one else in the world who makes me feel as happy and understood as you do, and I’d give anything to be the one you fall asleep and wake up to every day. You’re my absolute best friend and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’m tired of hiding the way I feel or being scared of what’s going to happen. To tell the truth I’m terrified right now but it’s worth it for you. No matter what you say or do when I finally stop rambling I want you to know I’ll always be here for you and I’ll always love you, Y/N.”

To say you’re speechless would be an understatement. Here you are thinking something horrible is happening between you two, only to find out the man you’re in love with feels the exact same way you do.

“Timothée…” You don’t even know where to begin, how to express that you feel completely and utterly the same about him. Your silence and shocked expression must send the wrong message because Timothée immediately starts to look timid and his eyes are anywhere but on your own.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that and put you on the spot. We just got out of an award ceremony and I know everyone’s emotions are out of whack right now and-“ He continues to ramble and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips at the sight of him. The sound stops Tim’s rambling and a smile he can’t help forms on his face due to the sound.

“Timothée, I love you too.” The boy’s eyes go wide and you smile before continuing, “And not in the way a friend loves a friend.” You chuckle and Timothée’s cheeks heat up slightly at your teasing.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Just like you I have for a long time. I was scared to tell you or to make a move because I didn’t wanna lose you or make things awkward between us. I should’ve listened to Lilah when she told me she knew you felt the same about me.” You lightly shake your head, to think you could’ve probably been with Timothée by now if you just would’ve trusted your assistant.

“Wait, Lilah said that? Callie told me you felt the same about me too, I just figured she was always wrong.” The two of you sigh and lightly roll your eyes. Guess you were right about Lilah and Callie both knowing more than they lead on, they were so scheming.

“We’re so bad at this aren’t we?” You ask and Timothée nods his head and shrugs.

“We definitely are.” You and Timothée both start laughing and a sudden weight seems to lift itself off both of your guys’ shoulders. To know the one you love with your whole heart feels the same sure is a good feeling.

A silence settles over the both of you. The noise of fellow actors and actresses bustling out of the theater and onto the streets of Los Angeles becoming mere background noise.

You watch at Timothée’s eyes scan your face. It’s as if he’s taking in every detail, never wanting to forget a single thing about you.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Timothée whispers and the sound sends a chill throughout your body.

“Then kiss me,” you reply in a hushed tone. The green eyes in front of you darken to emerald, and your back presses flat against the wall behind you as Timothée steps forward, enclosing you in the alcove you’re hidden in.

Reaching a hand up to cup your face, Timothée wastes no time in connecting his lips with yours. You know it’s cliché but you swear the feeling sends sparks throughout your body instantly.

A hunger that has been trapped for way too long consumes both you and the brunette. You grasp the front of Timothée’s jacket and bring him even closer to you somehow, your bodies flush against each other.

Timothée nibbles lightly at your bottom lip and the feeling drives you crazy. His other hand is on your waist, and even through the layers of fabric in your dress you can feel the heat radiating from his hand into your hip.

“Let’s go back to my hotel.” The actor’s voice is rich with lust and the sound has your head spinning. There’s nothing more you’d rather do but…

“What about the after party? We have to go to that outfit change and-“

“Fuck the after party,” You meet Timothée’s gaze and the heat in your belly immediately intensifies. “Right now all I want is you.”

Heart beating a million times faster, you nod your head and don’t even think twice before following Timothée out of the alcove and outside to try and get to the car. The temperature has gone down slightly since you were outside earlier, but it does nothing to calm your burning skin, still tingling from the feeling of the man on you mere seconds ago.

There’s still a lot of people outside the venue; attendees waiting on their rides, fans trying to get a last glimpse at their favorite movie stars, and paparazzi wanting even more pictures than they got earlier.

You look around and somehow spot Lilah in the crowd. Thinking back to when you were getting ready, you remember her saying she’d wait for you after the Oscars, not wanting you to be alone after everything. Little did she know the plans you’d end up having.

Glancing at Timothée, you take note of the fact he’s still on the phone. His tone is rushed, yet polite. You can tell he’s itching to get out of here as much as you are. Timothée himself doesn’t even know how he’s still making any sense on the phone, his only thoughts being of you and wanting to take off your dress as quick as possible.

“Lilah!” You call out. Luckily your assistant is somehow able to hear you over the bustle of everything. She spots you and makes her way towards you.

“Hey! How’d everything go?” Her eyes flick towards Timothée and you see the small smirk that plays on her lips.

“You mean the Oscar’s or with Timothée?” You tease and Lilah blushes.

“Both?”

“Incredible!” You squeal. It takes everything in you not to jump up and down thinking about what’s happened between you and Timothée in the span of the last ten minutes.

��Yes! I knew it!” Lilah lets nothing hold her back as she claps her hands and does a little shake.

“I see that now! Timothée and I were so clueless. We had no idea you and Callie were conspiring to try and get us together. We could’ve been a couple ages ago if we just would’ve put two and two together.”

“Hey we did our best, we figured you guys would’ve figured it out on your own. Apparently not as quick as we originally thought, though.” Lilah laughs and you do the same. “At least it all worked out. I only assume so anyways considering the way Timothée hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you came over here, and the fact it looks like he’s gonna jump your bones any second.”

“Lilah!” You gasp, feeling heat rush to your face.

“What! I’m just saying,” she winks. “I guess I don’t even have to ask if you’re coming to the after party? Seems you’ll be busy…”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m leaving!” You turn away from your assistant as she starts to crack up.

“Text me later, love you!” Lilah says in a sing song voice.

Shaking your head, you can’t help the smile that forms on your face. Calling over your shoulder you say, “I will, love you too!”

Making your way back to Timothée, you see exactly what Lilah was talking about. His eyes bore into you heavily and are filled with a look you’ve only ever dreamed he’d give you. Your knees nearly buckle as his hand comes up to your lower back and grips you firmly, turning you towards a car pulling up to the sidewalk.

There’s still a decent sized crowd surrounding you, so when you feel Timothée flush against your back and leaning in, you stiffen, heart pounding in your chest.

“I can’t wait to see what’s under that dress,” he whispers against your ear and your head nearly lulls backwards, goosebumps spreading across your body immediately.

The driver gets out of the car and opens the back door for you and Timothée. The brunette leaves your side, not giving you the option to reply. You follow him and he lets you into the car first before climbing in after you. The driver shuts the door and thus begins what feels like the longest car ride of your life.

*****

Even though it was silent the entire drive to Timothée’s hotel, you still feel as if you had a whole conversation. Timothée’s actions spoke much louder than any words he could’ve said. The looks he gave you, the slight touches when the car would jerk a certain way, the spread of his legs, and the twitches in his jaw. You practically jumped out of the car the moment it stopped in front of the hotel, wanting to get to his room as fast as possible.

Fans meet you at the entrance of the hotel, you do your best to keep your composure and not let on to anything. Thankfully, security rushes you inside, not wanting a frenzy to break out.

Once inside, you stop and suddenly realize you have no idea where to go. You’re staying at a different hotel than Timothée, you don’t even have a clue what floor he’s on.

Turning around to check with Timothée, you nearly smack into him as he appears right behind you. You basically feel the rumbling in his chest as he chuckles.

“This way, mon chéri.” Timothée’s hand is back on your lower back and the feeling of his hand combined with the sound of his nickname for you leaves you feeling dizzy. At this point, this man is going to make you pass out.

The ride in the elevator up to Timothée’s floor is just as silent as the car ride was. The only sound filling the space is that of your heavy breathing. When the elevator dings and the doors open, you feel butterflies fill your stomach. Excitement and nerves coursing your body at the idea of what’s going to happen once you reach the hotel room.

Sure being with Timothée intimately has crossed your mind before, but you never thought it’d actually happen. There's little time for your thoughts to spiral, as you've already reached your destination. Timothée opens the door and you're immediately rushed inside, the boy's hands circling your waist and then pushing you up against the door.

The brunette's lips connect with yours and you’re instantly intoxicated by his close proximity, scent, and feeling of his lips on yours. Your hands intertwine in his hair, pulling at the curls you've daydreamed about running your hands through for ages.

Timothée trails his hands up your back and begins to tug on the zipper of your dress. Your back arches as he slowly brings the zipper down, exposing your goosebump covered skin.

As soon as your dress is completely unzipped, you reach down and push on the flaps of Timothée's jacket, running your hands over his bare shoulders as the sleeves fall down his arms.

Stepping back, you let the Dior gown fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Breathing deeply, Timothée takes all of you in, mesmerized by every inch of your body.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, stepping forward and placing one hand lightly on your waist and the other on your cheek. You can't help but flush and begin to feel shy. His green eyes are piercing and it's as if he can see every imperfection, every insecurity. You trust him with every fiber of your being, yet you can't help the feeling, and you know he can tell. "Hey it's okay, it's just me. You don't have to hide from me."

Meeting his gaze, you can feel the sincerity in his words, can feel the genuine love in every touch as Timothée's hands trail your skin. "I love you," you breathe out.

"I love you, too." Timothée rushes forward and takes your lips between his again. Your bodies are flush against each other, closer than ever as skin meets skin. You can feel the coolness of the silver necklace around Timothée's neck as it falls in-between your breasts, but you don't mind one bit.

Timothée turns the both of you, guiding you backwards towards the large bed in the hotel room. His lips leave yours as he starts to kiss across your jaw and down your neck.

Your breathing becomes more rapid, your senses filled with nothing but Timothée and the feeling of his lips on your skin. You run your hands down the brunette's back, bringing them around to his lower abdomen and tracing the dips you couldn't stop staring at earlier.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Timothée says breathlessly.

"The feeling is mutual." You drop back onto the bed and Timothée wastes no time in following you, hovering over your exposed body. His fingers trace down your sides, stopping once they've reached the waistband of your underwear. Sliding them down your legs, he tosses them to the side before leaning down and hovering over you once more. You reach up and pull on his necklace, bringing him in close to you for a kiss.

You grasp Timothée's hair in your fingers again and let your hands follow his movements as his head begins to travel down your body. Timothée kisses as many parts of you that he can. He nips and sucks on your skin as he goes lower and lower until...

oh.

*****

The room is relatively quiet, only the sound of Timothée in the shower filling the large space. You had already taken one and are now comfortably wrapped up in the bedsheets as you wait for him to join you. Your muscles ache and you can already see small bruises forming around your body, but you couldn't care less. You wouldn't trade tonight for anything.

As you listen to the running water and small hums of different songs coming from Timothée, you reach over and grab your phone, remembering something from earlier.

Opening Twitter, you click the magnifying glass icon, eager to check the trending page. Countless other things occurred tonight, so you're sure even if you and Timothée were trending earlier in the evening, you wouldn't be now.

Scrolling down the page, you're surprised to see the two of you are still one of the top trends. Excitement and wonder fills you, you're eager to see if all those things the fans said earlier are true. Surely you would've noticed if Timothée was showing any signs of interest on the carpet, right?

Clicking on the tag, your phone is instantly flooded with thousands of tweets showcasing different pictures and videos of the two of you on the carpet. Clicking one of the top videos, you notice it's of Timothée and Callie. They seems to be saying something to each other before the camera moves and you pop up on the screen. It goes back to Timothée and you do your best to make out the words he's saying.

It looks as if he says, "God, she's gorgeous," and suddenly your stomach is full of those butterflies again. You watch as Timothée starts to walk towards you on the carpet, but then the video ends. You scroll through the replies and see a bunch of fans' comments, uttering their interpretations of what Tim said. Majority say the same as what you thought and it makes your heart swell to know Timothée's love and adoration is so evident. You can't believe you never realized it before.

Scrolling a little more you come across another video, this time of the two of you on the carpet together. You click it and watch as you turn to look back at Lilah. You study Timothée's movements and take in how his eyes shine as he looks at you, the way his smile gets a little bit deeper. You're not even looking at him in that moment but he still looks at you as if you were.

You watch as Timothée sticks out his hand for you and grin at the way your hand looks in his; perfect. Maybe it's all in your head, but it seems the fans weren't kidding earlier. Timothée really does wear his heart on his sleeve. You couldn't ask for anyone better, nor would you want to.

Timothée comes out of the bathroom and you take him in as he towel dries his hair. His jewelry is long gone, leaving him bare with nothing but a towel on. His skin glistens with the leftover water from the shower, and even being in such a simple state, Timothée is still the most beautiful guy you've ever seen.

It doesn't take long for Timothée to notice you staring. He smiles at you and quirks an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just, God, you're gorgeous," you smile. You're not sure if Timothée even knows you're copying his own statement about you, but it doesn't matter because you quickly find yourself wrapped in his arms, feeling his laughter shake in his chest as he gets shy over your words.

Lightly sighing, you take in this perfect moment, wanting to stay in it forever. Tonight was a whirlwind, it was full of glitz and glamour, gossip and drama, but most importantly it was full of love.

It may have taken longer than it should have for you and Timothée to get together, but you have each other now and that's all that really matters.

And to think it's all because of some academy attraction.

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rues-daya · 2 years

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heyy, you write for timothée right? would you mind do a fake insta for him, with an actress!reader (maybe she is a nepo it girl), and blanca soler or grace abrams as face claim? pronouns she/her !! thanks <33

hiii, I do indeed write for Timothée, so I would be honor to do this request!! hope you enjoy <333

also hope I got “ my angel ” in French right? if not please let me know 😭

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tchalamet: mon ange 🤍

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y/nfan09 MY ANGEL !!!

timothéefan00 call me angel 😭😭

zendaya you two <3

y/nfan123 I guess this is them finally confirming they are together after the whole fandom already knew lmao

y/nfan12 y’all weren’t that good at keeping it lowkey, no offense 😭

timothéefan01 not y/n’s fans attacking Timothée smh

y/nfan13 in what way are we attacking? that’s literally how we communicate with yourinstagram, she’s so sarcastic, we take notes from her lol

timothéefan17 y’all y/n’s fans aren’t attacking him at all, they are just sarcastic just like y/n and Timothée! it’s not that deep

pauline.chalamet cutie pie 🥰

yourinstagram you aren’t Oscar Isaac but you will do 🥺

tchalamet pls I’m better than Oscar

yourinstagram no comment

tchalamet no comment indeed

y/nfan18 not y/n comment being about Oscar Isaac when Timothée is legit calling her angel! Her love for Oscar will never go 😭😭

tchalamet I’ve come to terms with it

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yourinstagram: sorry to Oscar Isaac but Timothée is now my one true love. ♥️

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y/nfan198 you know it’s serious when she chooses you over Oscar Isaac!

zendaya y/n I can’t with you 😂

y/nfan09 damn Timothée really captured her heart! If y’all remember an interview she did awhile back, she stated that no one will ever have her heart like Oscar Isaac does or should I say did

dovecameron cuties

madelame love birds 🦢

florencepugh y’all are disgustingly adorable 🥰

timothéefan09 y/n let’s pull a freaky friday, let me be you for like a day

timothèefan12 he looks shocked yet also offended by something lmao

yourinstagram I caught him off guard with the photo so that’s why 🥰

y/nfan16 he’s the one y’all

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tchalamet 🥰❤️

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e!news: Actor plus Actress Timothée Chalamet and Y/N Y/L/N were both seen out and about in New York after recently making their relationship public on Instagram.

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y/nfan84 love love love them

timothéefan000 we’ve been knowing they were dating …

y/nfan08 idk if I want to be her or be him? or better yet be with her or be with him

y/nfan08 they cute as hell together ngl

timothéefan11 yourinstagram how does it feel, to live my DREAM ?

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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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all-my-love-for-harry · 2 years

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my happy little pill ✿ | timothée chalamet

my masterlist | warnings: developing dependence to medication, going through withdrawal.

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Mavis has struggled with anxiety pretty much her whole life. For as long as she could remember she's had trouble to execute simple tasks with ease. Like going to the mall on her own or driving a car.

Therapy helped a lot to work on her confidence but four or so years ago her anxiety got so bad they decided to prescribe her some medication to help with her anxiety attacks. Making the decision of starting to take the pills was a big deal to her, and she felt lucky she had Timothée on her corner.

The first two years went by smoothly, taking the medication only when needed. If she was honest she kind of liked the feeling of temporary numbness it brought her every time she popped a pill in her mouth. After so many years of thinking too much it was nice to not feel anything.

The pills also helped her with the terrible insomnia she's had for years. She started noticing how good she'd sleep when she took it, and soon she became dependent on them, taking it even when she wasn't feeling anxious or having an attack, doubling the dose hoping it would make it feel even better.

Timothée began to notice how her medication started to run out sooner than expected, how she stopped taking the pills with him in the same room because she didn't want him to see how many she was taking. He didn't want to make Mavis uncomfortable by asking her but he was starting to really worry about his girlfriend.

"Timmy," Mavis calls out as she enters their shared bedroom. "I'm going out for a bit, I shouldn't take long."

Before she could exit the room, Timothée poked his head out of the master bathroom. "Where are you going?"

"I have to uh- pick up some things at the pharmacy." She forgot to lie and immediately cringed at the way his eyebrows furrowed.

"The pharmacy? Are you feeling sick?"

She figured she couldn't lie now so she told the truth. "I ran out of my pills." She mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear. But of course he did.

"What do you mean you ran out?" With slight panic in his voice he pushed past her, making his way to the cabinet they kept the medications in and searched for her anxiety medication. When Mavis caught up with him he was already holding the empty bottle in his hands, examining it carefully. "These were supposed to last until - chérie," his tone changed to a softer one once he realized. "How many pills have you been taking?"

She lowered her gaze. "Just the amount prescribed."

"Mavis." Timothée's tone was dead serious. He never used her full name, always opting for sweet pet names. That's how she knew he was not playing around. "Have you been feeling anxious lately?"

"The pills help." She mumbled. "I take three before going to sleep every night." Mavis hated lying to her boyfriend, and seeing the worry in his eyes made her feel guilty. "They make me feel good, Timmy. I need them." Her voice cracked and her eyes filled with tears making Timothée to drop the medication bottle and pull her into a hug.

"My sweet girl, I know you do. But you can't crank up your dose like that." He pulled away to swipe the tears off her face with his thumbs. "It's making you more damage than good. You're not yourself, I've noticed."

"But I'm better." She tried to argue. "They make my brain numb, I like that. They also make me sleep better, you know how much I've struggled with that. Please just let me go get them, I will only take the amount prescribed, I promise."

"I don't believe you." He shook his head. "I think we should make an appointment and revisit the idea of the pills."

This made her panic. "No! You do not understand. I...I can’t sleep, I can’t eat without those p-pills...t-they’ve helped me a-and I-I can’t-- I can't s-top taking them."

More tears began to fall and he took this a sign delicately pick her up and place her on the sofa. He kneeled in front of her and began to massage her arms. "Mavis, honey, I need you to breathe, okay? Can you do that for me?"

He started taking deep breaths, in and out, until she started mimicking them to help her calm down. They stayed silent for a while, Mavis taking a hold of Timothée's hand and squeezing it now and then, him doing the same to help keeping her grounded and as a reminder he was still there.

"You're right." She finally spoke. "I should probably stop taking them for a while. I'm just... Timmy, I'm scared of feeling the way I did before."

His eyes softened. "I'm right here, chérie. It won't be easy at the beginning but we'll figure it out, okay?"

He was right. It wasn't easy. The first night was the toughest, her insomnia making a comeback when she didn't take the pills before getting ready for bed. But as he promised, Timothée stayed awake with her as she laid on his chest, stocking her hair gently as she played with the plain silver chain that rested on his naked chest.

He hummed a soft, calming melody to help her relax. That night they didn't sleep at all, watching in silence how the sun raised and the sky cleared from the windows of their bedroom.

They repeated the same routine the next night, Timothée trying some white noises on the speakers because he read that helped people with insomnia to sleep. He carefully crafted a playlist, filtering all the sounds he knew she wouldn't like. The sound of rain made her anxious and the ocean terrified her.

"I feel bad you're not getting any sleep because of me." She said the third night she was getting ready for bed.

"In sickness and in health, baby."

"We're not married." She said as she got into bed, assuming her position on her boyfriend's chest.

"Mmm, we could be." He replied softly before placing a kiss on her temple.

Withdrawal was the worst experience of her entire life. Her hands were shaking more than ever, her knee was bouncing so hard the person next to her was able to feel it. She wanted those pills, she needed those pills. It would be so much easier to just go back to not feel anything rather than feeling every emotion amplified, but she continued to push through.

The first two weeks were a living hell for her, constantly thinking she wouldn't make it, and when she was about to give up and just run to the pharmacy for a new bottle of pills, she'd catch Timothée making her a cup of tea every night, buying expensive silk covers because he read those made you sleep better, fluffing her pillow and lighting a candle with her favorite essence. He was going up and beyond to make sure she felt safe and comfortable.

"I love you so much, Mav. You're so brave, so strong. I can't believe you're mine. I'm gonna make sure you always feel safe."

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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i need good girl 3 immediately 😭 i’m so invested

GOOD GIRL PT. 3

PT. 1, PT. 2

ask and you shall receive my love 😌

WARNINGS: graphic smut, degradation if you squint, fluff, unprotected sex (use a fucking condom!!), soft dom!timothee

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"We can have fun here, right?"

The sentence nearly jumps out of my throat. We stare at each other again, his lips barely part. My pulse races a thousand miles an hour.

We've already been together, why am I nervous?

Why is he taking so long to respond?

Fuck, I should've just went to the party-

"Seems there's a lot of fun to be had here," He finally speaks. "between you and me, I didn't want to go to that party." His eyes flicker down to my lips and back up to my eyes.

"Why waste the time?" I take my bottom lip into my mouth.

Another beat of silence comes between our words before I reach over to grab the back of his neck, crashing my lips on his.

We both sigh into the kiss, which is neither rushed nor sloppy, it's passionate and hungry. He pulls me over to straddle his lap, bringing his hands to caress my face, his thumbs sit at my temples.

"You have..no..fucking idea," He says between kisses before pulling away and holding my face inches away from his own, "How long I've waited to have you again." He nearly growls before connecting his lips with mine again.

I moan into the now desperate kiss, sucking lightly on his bottom lip, gently letting my teeth graze it on the way out.

"Don't ever make me wait that long," I pull away, "Ever again." I kiss down the side of his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple, and repeating with the opposite side.

His hands roam my clothed body. He grips my ass before palming my breasts gently. I try to repress a whine before grabbing at the bottom of his shirt to remove it. He lifts his arms up allowing me to take it off. He reconnects our lips as I feel down his chest. He slides his hands under my shirt resting at my waist, silently asking permission. I take my shirt off, leaving my upper-half bare. I thank the heavens above I decided against a bra tonight.

He kisses a line from my neck, to my collars, to the middle of my chest, finally, sucking the supple flesh of my left breast while his right hand travels up my torso to roll my right nipple between his fingers.

"Tim," I catch myself not wanting to give him that power, taking my bottom lip hard between my teeth. He looks up through his lashes at me before pulling away. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, going back up the same trail with kisses.

"Let me hear you." He stares wantonly, "Let me what how good I make you feel." He brings his mouth back to my neck, sucking bruises on both sides.

"Fuck, why does it — Oh fuck — Why do you make me feel so good?" I finally moan out, grinding my hips down into his own, finally feeling the thing I had been missing so desperately.

"Y'make such pretty sounds for me." He leans back, drinking me in, "So fucking beautiful." He runs his thumbs over my hips.

I get up off his lap, dragging him to my bedroom, nearly throwing him on the bed and following him down.

I straddle his waist and unbutton his jeans, pulling them off with his help, taking in his impossibly hard dick, before undoing my own. He flips me onto my back and pulls mine clean off in one jerk, eliciting a moan from me.

I could feel the cold air of the room through my panties from the wetness.

"Aww poor baby," He hovers over me feeling the damp patch, "So needy, you want my cock that bad?" He teases.

"Please, please." I whine, attempting to kiss him again. He pulls back.

"Beg me more." He brings a hand up to grip my neck lightly, pinning me back while my hips desperately thrust upwards for contact.

"P-Please fuck me, need it s'bad." I slur.

He places a chaste kiss on my lips before ridding both of us of our remaining modesty. He runs a finger through my sopping folds, grazing my clit in the most delicious way. I can't help the moan that escapes my throat. He repeats the action, but this time dipping a finger into my already clenching opening, curling his finger up into me.

"Feels," I drawl out a breathy moan, 'Feels so good Timothée." I grip his bicep.

"Fuck, say my name again baby." He sucks another mark onto my chest.

"Tim- Timothée, need you." I cry out, feeling an uncontrollable lust for him inside me.

"Yeah?" He pulls his fingers out, lining himself up, "I'm here, you'll have me." He slowly pushes into me, stretching me out in the most delicious way.

All I can manage is a choked moan when I feel him part me, "O-Oh shit." I glide my nails down his back when he bottoms out, hitting my most sensitive spot.

"Fuck you're so tight." He whispers, pulling back out to the tip and slamming back in, moaning out as he does.

"It's t-too much, can't take i-it." I stutter, digging my nails deeper into his lower back. He sets a steady pace, repeating that same motion over and over.

My moans get stuck in my throat as he hit just the right spot repeatedly, I can hear my own wetness as he slides in and out. The knot in my stomach starts to form as he speeds up his thrusts.

"Such a good girl. Look how good you take me." He smooths the hair from my face, breathing hard, offering the occasional growl when my pussy tightens around his length.

He lifts my leg up over his shoulder, offering a deeper thrust. I nearly scream his name as I feel that coil tighten.

"Gonna cum, I'm gonna — Fuck — I'm gonna cum." It comes out as more of a desperate squeal than I hoped. He continues to pound into me, gradually gaining more speed.

"Let go," I close my eyes as I feel the pressure build, "Look at me, say my name, let me see you." He holds my head in place but keeps his pace.

I stare into his eyes as I come undone, "Timothee, oh my god," My eyes roll back, "Don't stop." I repeat, my hole throbbing and squeezing him as the string snaps within me. I was so dazed I didn't realize the wetness leaking from within me onto the sheets.

"Oh fuuuck." He moans and burrows his face in my neck, his length twitches as his thrusts get sloppier, "I'm gonna cum, fuck." He bites the side of my neck once more while he fills me with his warmth.

He pumps into me once, twice, three times, making his seed spill out from the edges of me and down the two sides of my lips.

He stills inside me, our heavy breaths the only audible sound in the room. He eventually pulls out. He uses his shirt to clean us both up before laying beside my nearly lifeless body.

He pulls me into his chest and draws light circles into my back as his heartbeat lulls me to into a daze.

"Next time, we're going on a real date." He softly kisses my temple. "And you will not escape it." He chuckles.

"It's a deal." I smile into his chest.

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simplyacerola · 8 months

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next work will be called timeless! it’s inspired by taylor swift’s song (unsurprising) and will be a timothée chalamet x singer!reader where the reader sings a cover of taylor’s song because it resonated with their relationship. i will write about the eras she sings about such as 1944, 1500s and modern (maybe 1958 too).

i’m debating whether to make it a miniseries or one long fic. obviously, the timing will differ based on the question. a miniseries would come out faster than one fic but it will be split up.

pls answer the poll to help me!

POLL ENDED: 50/50 SPLIT - WILL BE ONE FIC

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 9 months

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e y e b r o w s

Tim and Reader are debating the only part of his face that needs some...help

Warnings and such: one swear word? Otherwise absolutely nothing! FLUFF!!

This is one of the fluffiest things I have written and pulled outta my drafts! There's 154 more and they'll be coming!!

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"It's not weird! You see me do it all the time!" I laughed, jumping up on the bathroom counter. I had just gotten out of the shower and thought i'd be able to go 5 minutes without my stage-5-clinger of a boyfriend. Of course, I was wrong, though Im not complaining....

"But you're a girl, it's different."

"It is not!"

He groaned, leaning across the counter to look at himself up close in the mirror. I watched him make faces, studying every part of his reflection. Even when he was being stupid, he was beautiful.

"Let me see," I smiled, grabbing his shoulder. He huffed and stood between my legs, hands on my bare thighs.

"You're soft," He cocked a smile, looking down at my skin.

"I smell nice too-" his face nuzzled into my neck before i could say anything else. "Tim!" I laughed as he inhaled deeply.

"Yeah, you do."

"Focus! Let me see." He stood up and rolled his eyes, looking at me with the upmost level of sarcasm. I grabbed his chin and tipped his face into different angles, eventually being overly dramatic just to make him laugh.

"Yeah, looks like your out of luck."

"Oh come on!" His gaze drifted back to his reflection in the mirror.

"What are you complaining about? You've obviously done it before!"

"It hurts! Why else do you think I dont stay on top of these things- dont!" He pressed a finger to my mouth.

'Because you're lazy,' I thought to myself.

"Let me do it."

"No!"

"It's not going to hurt!"

"Yes it is!"

"Fine, let the hair and make up people do it." I could see the thoughts spinning in his head. "They're going to be super busy, mad they have to spend more time to fix it, and you're gonna start your day pissed off and bright red!" I patted his cheek and made to get off the counter. "Sounds like a good idea!"

"Wait..." I smiled, hands holding his elbows. Even sitting on the counter, I had to look up at him. "Promise it's not going to hurt?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"About this, maybe." I gasped, slapping his chest playfully.

"You ass!" His hands grabbed my wrists, holding them gently. He pressed his lips to mine and let the kiss linger for a moment. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The things this man does to me!

"Are you sure?" He finally spoke, dropping my hands and resuming the facial expressions he was making in the mirror. Well, that moments over.

"Tim, you're 3 hairs away from a unibrow! It'll take me 5 minutes, 10 tops and you won't feel a thing!"

"Fine!" he sighed, out of arguments. "But if you mess any of this up," he gestured to his entire face, "you're gonna have a lot of people coming for you!"

"Too bad I'm still the one that's gotta look at you all day!" I kissed him quickly before he could pout- The same kiss he gave me moments ago.

I got out my supplies and went to work. I'm not sure what those hair and make up artists are doing to him- he flinched like crazy at first, but quickly relaxed into it. He stood quietly between my legs, eyes closed, and obliged me when I tipped his head this way and that way.

I took my time, giving myself the pleasure to look at his face. I live with him, I've been dating him for 3 years, I've known him for 20+ years, but it never feels like I get to look at him- not in this way. His skin was perfect, freckles were adorable, his lashes fluttered slightly as I pulled the last few hairs. He sighed heavily, pulling me from my thoughts. I set the tweezers down, put a hand on his shoulder and asked him to squat, just a little. His knees gave a light thud to the cabinet as he did.

I held the side of his face, turning his head each direction one more time before running my thumbs softly across his eyebrows. He sighed heavily again, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Impatient are we?" I whispered, "Do you have somewhere better to be?"

"In bed with my girl." The smile spread across his face. "All done?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"All done!" I smiled. He looked at me for a moment before standing up straight and stepping out from between my legs, leaning over the counter once more.

"Oh wow!" More silly faces. "I look good!"

I hopped off the counter, put everything away and stood behind him, arms wrapped around his torso. He had to lift an arm to be able to see me behind him.

"You always look good...but I like you better with two eyebrows instead of one."

"You're hired!"

"Hired?"

"Oh yeah! It's one thing if those hair and makeup people wanna beat my face with makeup," I couldn't help but laugh. "But when they go for the eyebrows- they're out for blood! Literally!"

"I'm glad you're happy!" I stepped in front of him, arms still around him as I pressed my chin to his chest, looking up at him. "Timmy?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"Will you let me shave your face?"

"One thing at a time, crazy lady!"

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your-averagewriter · 4 months

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“Hearts for a sweetheart.”

Summary: Bumping into a sweet chocolatier evolves into something even sweeter (Timothée Chalamet!Willy Wonka x fem!reader)

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Kissing, swearing (once I think).

Walking along the street, I’m interrupted by a sea of cheers as a man in an elaborate get-up passes around chocolates and sweets with a strong smile. As he walks through the crowd, people push forward, reaching for the chocolates forcing me forward, almost causing me to fall to the ground.

After nearly tripping over from the force of the crowd, I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to look at the person, steadying myself.

“Are you alright, miss?” The extravagant man asks.

Looking over him I can’t help but smile a little at his top hat and jacket, finding it endearing combined with his gentle nature.

“I’m okay.” I say as he helps me stabilise myself.

“Would you like a chocolate?” He asks with a new kind of smile, a toothy grin as he extends his arm, a tray of chocolates decorating the plate.

“Thank you but I can’t afford your fancy chocolates.” I deny, looking down a little ashamed as the crowds of people still surround us although they’ve quietened down a bit now.

“They’re free. No price for you, or anyone.” He pauses after saying ‘you’, seemingly forgetting the rest of his sentence.

“Really?” He nods and I reach to take one gently. “Thank you, mister…” I pause, not knowing his name.

“Mr Wonka, chocolatier.” He grins as he tips his hat towards me with a smile.

“Thank you Mr Wonka, the chocolatier.” I smile before seeing him disappear back into the crowds.

I only see him a couple more times as he looks back at me with a smile plastered on his face, his top hat sticking out above the crowds making me chuckle before putting the small chocolate into my mouth, resting it delicately on my tongue.

Closing my mouth, I start to chew the chocolate, truly surprised by the delicious treat. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. I try to savour it but it’s gone too soon, making me wish it would last forever.

Mr Wonka, a name I would not soon forget, in fact I couldn’t stop thinking about the man: his chocolates, his fashion and most of all his endearing, sweet nature. Walking through the streets, making my way home I ponder whether I would see him again or how. He must have a shop or a stall or something similar, maybe with the other chocolate stores? It doesn’t seem like he’d fit in with those pretentious sellers who seem to have no love for the art of food, let alone chocolate.

After a couple of weeks I had saved up some coins, not enough to get me more than one chocolate I doubt, but it'd be worth it both for the delicious chocolate and to see him again. With my coins in my pocket, I wander through the town centre, keeping my eyes out for the chocolatier but I don’t spot him.

Making it to the palace of chocolate stores I begin to feel the cold nipping at my skin, regretting not bringing my jacket. I walk through the doors, feeling very fancy as I do so, looking at the patterned floors and incredible glass dome roof.

Feeling a slight shiver I hurry along, looking to the stores and suddenly seeing a new store: Wonka. Upon seeing the name I make my way towards the store, taking in the beautiful design and calligraphy.

Walking in I’m instantly taken aback by the extraordinary interior, colourful candy delights disguised as nature causing me to gasp. Frozen, I stand in the door probably looking quite shocked as after a few seconds I feel a tap on my shoulder causing me to turn around, eyes going a little wide at the slight shock.

“Hello miss.” I turn around to see Mr Wonka smiling. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to see you again.”

“You remember me?” I ask, tilting my head slightly confused.

“Of course I do, I only regret that I didn’t ask your name last time we met.”

“(y/n), Mr Wonka.”

“Ah, call me Willy, last names are too formal for me.” He chuckles and I nod before looking around.

“Your store is incredible.” I say, looking around awe-struck.

“Why thank you, would you like a tour?”

“You’ve probably got more important things to do…” I say quietly with a soft smile.

“Nonsense! What could be more important than showing a woman as lovely as yourself around?” He asks with a charming smile. “Now, what kind of chocolate do you like?”

I think about it for a second, realising how long it’s been since I’ve had chocolate, excluding the last time I bumped into Willy. “The normal kind of chocolate?” I say, unsure.

“Normal kind?” He raises an eyebrow playfully. “Milk chocolate?” I nod.

“I think so, the chocolate you gave me last time was delicious, the best I’ve ever tasted.” I smile.

“Thank you, that means more than you realise.” He says softly, a tone of sincerity. “I’ll make you something special.” He grins. “Do you want to look around for a minute? I won’t keep you waiting too long.” He smiles, I nod before he seems to disappear before I even realise.

I walk towards the river watching as the boat goes round and round, the mechanisms seem incredible. Crouching down by the river I reach for a flower, inspecting the treat before taking a tentative bite from the petal. I let out a sigh, the treat tasting even better than I thought it would. Standing back up I take the flower with me, nibbling on the petals as I walk around the store, in awe at all the beautiful decorations.

A few seconds later, Willy pops up from out of nowhere, startling me slightly but with a small box in his hand.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He offers a small smile. He removes the lid from the box revealing a set of three chocolate hearts with delicate piping on top.

“Wow, these are beautiful.” I say, staring at the artwork.

“Hearts for a sweetheart,” He grins, flustering me a little.

“Thank you… How much do these cost?” I ask, trying not to be awkward but failing.

“Nothing, well except that I get to see your reaction, I think you’ll like them. I based them off of the chocolate you had a couple of weeks ago but made them better.”

“Are you sure? I have some coins.” I reach into my pocket, pulling out some coins but fumbling them leading multiple to fall to the ground. “Shit, sorry…” I say quietly before crouching down and reaching for the coins.

Willy does the same helping me pick up the coins as his hand accidentally brushes against mine. We both look up at each other before I look away embarrassed. He holds my hand, turning it over and placing the coins in my hand before folding my hand, covering the coins. He brings my hand up to his face, pressing his lips against my wrist with a small smile.

“Thank you…”

“Don’t worry about it.” He says as we both stand up again, I slide my coins back into my pocket.

He offers me the box and I take one of the three heart chocolates and place it in my mouth.

“Oh my god, you’re a genius.” I sigh, enjoying the chocolate. “These are incredible.”

“Thank you.” He grins, a proud expression on his face. “Would you like anything else? A buttercup? Cotton candy cloud? Cherries? Gummy bears?” He shoots off options one after the other at a quick speed.

“What would you recommend?” I ask, tentatively.

“Please follow me.” He smiles, leading me around the store to a patch of flowers. Crouching down, he plucks a few flowers, matching them by colour and tying them to make a chocolate bouquet before passing it to me.

“It’s beautiful.” I smile. He pulls out one more flower and tucks it behind my ear.

“Don’t worry, that’s a real flower.” He reassures me with a soft smile.

“Thank you.” I say softly.

“They’re chocolate, one’s white, dark and the other milk so you can work out what you like.” He says gently arranging the flowers. “Then you can come back and I can make you some more.” He chuckles. “The more information you can give me, the better the chocolate will taste!”

“Thank you, Willy, but I should get going now, I didn’t realise it had gotten so dark…” I say quietly as I look outside.

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” He shrugs as we walk towards the door and I start to feel the cold breeze against my skin. “Are you cold?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

“A little, I should’ve brought my jacket.” I dismiss with a small smile. “I’ll see you around, Willy.” I say, stepping out of the door and walking away.

About a second later, I hear him speak again. “(y/n) wait!” He says and I turn around as he walks towards me, pulling off his long magenta jacket and sliding over my shoulder.

“Now you’ll get cold.” I chuckle, pulling the coat around me a little tighter.

“I’m okay, I was getting a bit warm anyway.” He smiles before looking behind me into the night. “Can I walk you home?” He asks, sweetly.

“You want to walk me home? I don’t live very close to your store…”

“Even more reason for me to walk with you.”

“Okay, if you’d like to, I won't stop you.” I smile brightly as he walks next to me.

“You know, you look really beautiful when you smile.” He says which only makes me smile more.

“Stop.” I chuckle.

“But it’s true.” He smiles. “You’re truly the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” He says in a gentle but more serious tone.

“Thank you.” I whisper looking up to him before resting my head on his shoulder as we walk. “You’re really an incredible guy.”

“Ah, I just make chocolate.” He chuckles.

“Really good chocolate.” I smile. “And you make it look really pretty and your shop is incredible. I’ll have to come by more often.”

“I’d like that.” He pauses “May I hold your hand?” He asks gently after a short pause and I reach my hand out to his

Once we reach my home, I turn around to face him.

“This is me.” I smile. “I’m sorry you had to walk so far.”

“It was worth it.” He brings my hand to his face, pressing his lips against my hand again.

“Here, let me get your coat.” I say, beginning to slide the coat off of my shoulders but he stops me.

“Keep it, it gives you a reason to come back and see me again.” He says with a small smirk.

“Sneaky, very sneaky.” I chuckle, letting the jacket rest on my shoulders. “Get home safe.” I smile, as he begins to walk away.

It takes me a few seconds to fight my thoughts off before I call for him.

“Willy?” He turns around to face me, standing about eight steps away.

I walk quickly towards him, pressing my lips against his briefly before pulling away. “I’ll see you in a few days.” I whisper with a soft smile.

“You’re not gonna see me for a few days after pulling that stunt?” He asks with a playful expression causing me to chuckle and nod. “Well, I look forward to seeing you again.” He smiles brightly.

“I won’t keep you waiting too long.” I smile before going inside my house, shutting the door after he walks out of sight. I let out a breath as I have to fight a smile, excited to see the chocolatier again.

AN: I love this movie with my whole heart!

Hope you enjoyed reading!

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lixzey · 6 months

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Can't Help Falling In Love

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas.

“What do you think happened? It was a crazy night.” Kate asked curiously.

“Kate, can you come by my place?” Angelisse asked with a shaky voice.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

Angelisse thanked her and hung up the phone. Maybe Kate could help her piece together what happened that night. Angelisse's head was spinning, how could she be so recklessly stupid that night? How could she let the alcohol take over her? It certainly wasn't in her books—getting married on a drunken Vegas escapade. Angelisse wanted to scream, she wanted to break every thing that was in her reach. This marriage—to an unknown man—would ruin her if it ever got out. She was engaged just days ago for crying out loud!

Angelisse paced around her apartment, the document still in hand. What was she supposed to do? The brunette slumped on the couch throwing the document to the side, and burying her face in her hands.

“This can't be real, please be just a nightmare.” It must be a nightmare, it can't be real. Angelisse's whole life she had been perfect in her mother's eyes, in her boyfriend's—now fiancé's eyes. And now here she was, in a complicated situation that may or may not ruin her perfect life.

Minutes later, there was a knock on her door. Her best friend was at her doorstep, a worried look on her pale face.

As soon as Angelisse opened the door, she flung her arms around her best friend's neck, “Kate, thank God you're here.” Kate stepped inside and looked at her worriedly, concerned for what she might tell her.

“What’s up?” Kate asked, looking at her best friend with curiosity.

Angelisse sighed before slumping on the couch again. She held the marriage certificate out for Kate to see. Kate took a look at the document, and her eyes widened with shock. “What the actual fuck!? You're married to Timothée fucking Chalamet!? How the hell did that happen!?”

“You found me on the pavement the next day, Kate! What the hell do you think!?” Angelisse let out an exasperated sigh as she sunk further into the soft white couch.

"Holy..." Kate didn't know what to say. She was shocked to say the least—what in the world was going on? Her best friend was married to Timothée Chalamet, the hottest actor to ever walk the earth! How the fuck did her best friend end up married to the Dune actor!?

“Angelisse Emmanuelle Evans, you little shit.’’ Kate muttered, her eyes still glued to the document. Angelisse, on the other hand, had her face buried in a pillow.

“I'm fucked. I'm dead.” the brunette mumbled into her pillow.

“You didn't know you were married until now!? God, this was a year ago!”

“You were the one who pushed me to let loose!” Angelisse argued, lifting her head up. “This is your fault as much as it is mine.”

Kate scoffed, “My fault? I told you to enjoy the night, not go off and get married!“ She rolled her eyes at her friend, before taking a seat beside her. “Tell me what you remember from that night. Don't leave out anything.”

Angelisse groaned, she didn't actually remember much, but maybe they could piece together what had actually happened. “I remember dancing and drinking my ass off. Then, I went to the bathroom. After that, everything's a blur.”

“Oh, baby, I think I'm in love with you,”

Kate thought for a moment, trying to remember anything from the night of her bachelorette party. “That’s… that’s it? Oh shit,” she muttered under her breath. "I remember you disappearing off to the bathroom. And we lost track of you for a while. You came back an hour later and told us that you were with a 'really hot guy'. No doubt that was Timothée Chalame, hence his name on this paper.” Kate explained, waving the marriage certificate in her hand.

“Marry me?”

“Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go to. No one will know.”

“I don't even know who that guy is! And now I'm fucking married to him!” Angelisse snapped. The only memories that she had kept rewinding in her head.

Kate couldn’t wrap her mind around the situation Angelisse had found herself in. A marriage to a guy that she couldn’t remember from a night of debauchery.

“Timothée Chalamet is a famous actor, you dumb fuck!” Kate said incredulously.

“He's what!?” Angelisse widened, “He's famous!?” she quickly whipped her phone out and searched for her husband on google.

There he was, the French-American award winning actor.

“One night we lose track of you, and you end up getting married.” Kate mused.

“I'm fucked. Absolutely fucked! James had just proposed and-”

“James proposed?” Kate repeated, her eyes widening in shock. Kate was dumbfounded. James, Angelisse's long term boyfriend, had proposed to her. They had been together for six years, with Kate's husband being the one who introduced the two, years ago. Kate looked at her friend, and her expression was both of shock and worry.

“Oh boy.” Kate muttered.

“What am I going to do now!? i'm getting married in a year and I'm already married to a fucking superstar!”

Kate fell silent. In all honesty, she didn't know what to tell her friend. She wanted to hit her and knock some sense back in her—Angelisse was always the sensible one—but now, the woman in front of her was utterly distraught.

“I guess you have two options.” Kate said finally, breaking the long pause. “You can go find Timothée. Find out what happened last February, find out if he even remembers this ever happened. But, what are the odds he even remembers? Get a divorce or annulment, whatever the hell that works.”

The reality was setting in for the both of them. The situation between Angelisse's unexpected marriage to the actor was not going down without problems. He was famous, and if word got out about his 'spontaneous' wedding in Vegas, both of them would get eaten alive by the media.

“Or I could make it as if it never happened.” Angelisse whispered.

“The situation would be slightly more…” Kate paused, “….messy, you know? With Timothée and everything.”

“But you’d never see him again. Or…” Kate was hesitant to say the rest of what she was thinking.

“Or what?” the brunette pressed forward.

“You tell James the truth,” Kate offered with a small smile, “I mean, divorce and annulment proceedings take months—years even. He'll find out eventually, and when that happens, all hell will break loose. Better to hear from you, right?”

She was married to Timothée Chalamet, famous Hollywood actor and one of the most sought after bachelors around. That wasn't a fact you could just sweep under the rug.

“He'll be so disappointed with me, you know how he is....”

“But he deserves to know.” Kate gave her a sympathetic smile, “Angel, would you rather have him find out the truth from you or from someone else?”

Angelisse looked at her friend. She was right, but she wasn't going to risk it. She had already done it, why not try to make it right? She thought about it, and it was basically cheating. But she at least had to try, right?

“I'm going to find Timothée fucking Chalamet and I'm going to get this fixed.”

Kate eyed her friend, an amused look plastered on her face. She and Angelisse had grown up together, their mothers being friends and all. In Kate's eyes, Angelisse was strong and independent, but James? He pulls her down—discouraging her friend every chance he gets, but Angelisse doesn't see that.

“Did you get his number? No, wait, of course you didn't, you were drunk out of your mind.” Kate sighed, shaking her head furiously. “You're one stupid bitch, you know that?”

“Just help me!”

“That's what you get for waking up in Vegas.” Kate smirked at the anxious brunette in front of her who in turn, glared at her.

“This is the worst day of my life.” Angelisse muttered under her breath.

“Check your phone. Maybe you saved his number or something that could help. I'll ask my husband if he can help.” Kate offered. “Get some rest, you're gonna need it.”

“Or the best, really. You're Timotée Chalamet's fucking wife!” Kate chuckled, playfully shoving her friend. “It's literally every girl's dream!”

Angelisse groaned loudly. “Not helping!”

Angelisse rolled her eyes. “You better keep this a secret.”

“Oh, I will.”

After a few more assurances from Kate, Angelisse was finally left alone in her apartment. She opened up her phone and started to scan each and every app on her phone for clues or if she was lucky, his number. Angelisse stopped in her contacts, there was an unknown contact. Instead of a name, it was all emojis. How had she not even seen this before?

🥵🥵🥵🥵

Angelisse fidgeted with her thumbs, still debating whether she should text or call the number. What if it was him? How the hell should she tell him that they were married—in Vegas, drunk and out of their minds. It was news that if they weren't careful, it would blow up in their faces in the worst way possible. Maybe more for him than for her, but that's besides the point. She needed to get this marriage annulled, divorced, or whatever it is just to let the issue die.

Angelisse sighed, before finally clicking on the contact.

Hi, is this Timothée Chalamet?

Though Angelisse didn't remember much about what had happened that night, her mind couldn't forget the most beautiful shade of green eyes she had ever seen. Remembering his eyes felt like a dream that she didn't want to wake up from. His eyes shone like emeralds under the neon lights. Angelisse's breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat.

The brunette tossed her phone to the side and just hoped for the best. Would he even answer to an unknown number? Would she even get the chance to fix this marriage that should've not happened in the first place?

Feeling the weight of the drama tiring her down, Angelisse slipped into the bathroom for a much needed bath. She needed to relax, even for just an hour. If he answered—which was a long shot given his status as a celebrity—she could convince him to end their marriage. They were only married on paper, surely Timothée Chalamet has his eyes on some sexy model.

Brushing off the thoughts of her famous 'husband', Angelisse slipped out of her clothes and jumped into the clawfoot bathtub. She hissed as soon as the hot water came in contact with her skin before settling in the warmth surrounding her.

She wondered about how her life would turn out after clearing the marriage issues and finally marrying James. It felt surreal. Getting married to the man who she called her boyfriend for the past six years. Deep down, she knew it wasn't the best idea. And yet, here she was, engaged and soon to be married.

Angelisse took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. Her thoughts drifted to the handsome man with soft chocolate curls and mesmerizing green eyes.

“Damn you, Timothée Chalamet.”

Angelisse got out of the tub, droplets of water clinging onto her body. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off. The brunette walked back to her room and put on a white shirt and denim shorts before going back to the living room where her phone was. She sat down on the couch and opened her phone—searching for her husband on google, again.

Timothée Chalamet was undeniably handsome. Angelisse could't deny that, she would be an idiot if she did. He's got that James Dean day dream look in his eyes that could make a woman's knees buckle at the sight of him. He has starred in Interstellar, Lady Bird, Call Me By Your Name, Beautiful Boy, The King, Little Women—which was one of Angelisse's favorite books—Dune, and an upcoming the Wonka movie. He has gotten multiple awards throughout his career and by the looks of it, he'll be receiving more. Timothée was a year older than her, being born on December 14th, 1996—just two weeks and a year apart. He was born and raised in Hell's Kitchen, while Angelisse was born and raised in the Upper East Side. Both of them had gone to Columbia University—the only difference was Angelisse, unlike him, had finished college. They had surprisingly a lot in common, but there's one thing about him that made the situation much worse.

He was dating Kylie Jenner.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed, snapping Angelisse out of her thoughts.

Of course, Angelisse knew who she was. She has watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians before and frankly in her opinion, it was annoying and disgusting—they were too problematic for her liking. And her 'husband' was dating her, apparently since the start of 2023 and last September 4th, they went public.

Angelisse was not the type of girl to get into gossip, but there were rumors that Timothée's relationship with the youngest daughter of Kris Jenner was just a PR move.

Angelisse hoped that it was, because she was not in the mood to go face to face with that woman about her boyfriend being married to her. Well, technically, she was Timothée's wife. And Timothée was having an 'affair' with Kylie Jenner. It was funny, but when she thought about it, it was shit.

Yes, this is Timothée. Who's this? How did you get my number?

Angelisse felt her heart beat rapidly inside of her chest. It was him. Her husband. Timothée fucking Chalamet.

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas, you fucking idiot.

“What do I do now?” Angelisse muttered as she stared at the text message. What was she supposed to say? I'm your wife. You married me in Vegas?

Angelisse sighed, leaning back on the couch, phone still in hand.

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