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lola-la-cava · 11 months

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Met ‘23

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

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“Y-yeah, don’t even worry about it. Who needs air?. Just… keep going” I say as they continue to tighten the corset. I grip my waist, sucking up as much air as I can.

All of a sudden, I hear a familiar voice tsk. The women helping me with my dress backs up, causing the piece of clothing to loosen.

“Did she put you up to this?”, he asked the woman. She nodded.

“Traitor!”

He laughs at my quip and comes up to kiss my cheek. “You look beautiful”

Timothée looks me up and down, examining the dress and taking my hand to twirl me. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” I giggle.

The curly haired boy gasped, “Half bad? Come on! Give me a little more credit!”

“Ah fine! You look gorgeous!” I praise, getting my body close to his to pull him in for a needed kiss.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not done yet! Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh, lover boy?” my make-up artist comes to pull us apart and retouching my lipstick.

“How could I?” he stared at me with a love sick stare that I didn’t quite notice at the time.

Timothée hears a quick snap!from the camera. He whips his head around to see one of the photographers catch the perfect moment.

“Whoops” the guy shrugged.

“You people are sickening!” my assistant screamed from the other side of the room.

Timothée answers back, “Jealous much, Meg?”

“Ha. ha.” she teased. “I happen to enjoy being all alone, thank you very much”

I playfully roll my eyes at her antics. “Yeah, sureee”

“Aaalright, Y/N you’re set!” She pats my cheek as I look at her with grateful eyes.

Timothée’s arms wrap around my front once again as soon as she let go. His head resting on my shoulder, kissing my neck

“I just hope lover boy here doesn’t ruin your make-up”

“No promises” he giggles as he playfully placed wet kisses on the side of my head.

“I swear, you will never hear the end from me if you do” she warns him.

“Now, get on out there. Tons of people are expecting you”

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Ah, the calm before the storm.

Well, as calm as it can get. Which was not very.

They stood in the line before getting their pictures taken. Celebrities in extravagant clothing surrounded them. Some familiar faces present that Y/N took note to say hello to later on.

Y/N smoothed over her dress and brought her hand up to fix her hair again. Timothée noticing this, he interrupted her movement and took her hand. He squeezed it three times before kissing it.

I love you.

She took her hand back and grabbed her phone from a discreet pocket on the dress.

She scrolled aimlessly through social media, trying to get feeling of impending doom of my mind.

Her eye catches a random headline from an entertainment news update account. It read:

‘Timothée Chalamet and Kylie Jenner hard launching their relationship at tonight’s Met Gala? Y/N Y/L/N left in the dust?’

She lets out an obnoxious scoff. Timmy hearing it, he looks at her screen, reading the obviously made-up headline.

“God, they’re still on that?”

He notices his partner’s silence. “Come on. You’re not really bothered by this, are you?”

She opened her mouth to say something. No words came out. She merely shrugged.

He gripped her shoulders and pulled her in for a bear hug. Timothée rested his head on hers as she got close to his chest, hearing the comforting beat of his heart that never failed to comfort her.

The couple stayed like that. “Trust me, mon coeur. I wouldn’t have this any other way. I’m perfect where I am and who I’m with”

“Shit, I actually might cry. I never know what to say when you say this sappy shit”, Y/N chuckles as she puts her hand up to mess with his styled hair.

Feeling her hand creeping his back, Timmy pulls away and bows. “I aim to please you. It’s my sole purpose in life”

A smile instantly appeared on her face and butterflies in her stomach. Nothing had definitely changed from when they first started going out. Same sparks, same chemistry, same tension. Whatever you wanna call it. It was there. They had it.

She tugged on his hand, pulling him in for one more kiss. Y/N looked at him, looking over the features she admired so much that she practically memorized them. Her gaze lands on his lips.

Some of her lipstick and gloss had transferred to his lips. She quickly tried to get the makeup off. “Shit, wait hold on. You have some-“

He smacks her hand away. “No, no. Keep it.” He rubbed his lips together getting the substance to cover all ground.

“Y/N Y/L/N and Timothée Chalamet? They’re ready for you.”

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“Right now, I’m here with everyone’s favourite couple, Timothée Chalamet and Y/N Y/L/N” Emma, the interviewer, spoke with enthusiasm.

We’d just finished the carpet and were almost home free. Camera flashes blinded my vision as I tried not to close my eyes throughout the whole thing. Screams of my name were heard throughout the venue. Meddlesome questions and controlling demands to pose a certain way were yelled. To which, I didn’t respond to. Why should I? I maintained my balance by holding onto Timothée. You’d think after a few years, you’d get used to the bordering aggressive personalities you have to deal with every single day.

It turns out not really.

“How does it feel to be back? I mean, you guys have gone before, but how does it feel to be here as the quote-unquote, it couple?”

Me and Timmy both give awkward chuckles as we heard the last two words.

“Uh- I really don’t know about that last part, but it just feels great to share such a meaningful moment with him. I’ve personally dreamed of attending since I first saw it as a kid and to be invited for the second time… It’s just… yea”, I answer, not being able to expound on the statement.

Emma hums and gains back the mic.

“So, rumors have been swirling about the internet that actually said othewise. Do you have anything to say about that?” She points the microphone at Timothée this time, definitely hinting at the Kylie rumors.

He seems taken aback by the question, not knowing what to say and the only thing I’m able to do was squeeze his hand. Three times.

I love you.

Emma realizes this with a regretful look on her face. She leans toward both of us as she moves the mic away.

“It’s totally fine if you guys aren’t comfortable. We could just mov-“

He takes the mic, she gives him a grateful small smile.

“No, I uh, me and Y/N have actually seen a handful of tweets about this and I just wanna set the record straight and say we are very much still together”, he nods as he hands the microphone back to her.

“I think I’m right by saying that this has definitely relieved viewrs at home and me.” We laugh genuinely at her quip.

I imagine people on Twitter have stopped adding fuel to the fire after what he said and can have a better goodnight’s sleep later in the evening.

“And that’s our time. I’ll see you lovebirds inside! Have a great time together!”

We both shook her hand and left with an indebted expression for keeping it mellow (for the most part) after such a nerve-wracking red carpet.

“Very professional with that answer, Chalamet”, I hook my arms with his and leaned on his shoulder.

“Of course, ‘gotta remind everyone you’re still my girl”, he says with a smug smirk.

I laugh, “Your girl? I suppose that means you’re my boy?”

He playfully rolls his eyes. “Come on! As if you didn’t know that from the beginning”

“Ohhh, I know. I just wanted to hear it from your mouth!”

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houseofchalamet · 1 year

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Biggest Fan

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

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

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

And then the thirst started.

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

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

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

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

But he’d never see it.

Right?

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn. You hated when she was right.

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

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

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

His eyes met yours.

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

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

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

“Wha-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey! At least share!” You pouted.

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

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

Ah, why not?

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

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

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

“I know where I recognized you from!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ugh, God,” you groaned.

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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darkacademiablues · 1 month

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Timothée Chalamet for L’officiel Hommes, 2017 and New York Times Style , 2017

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lizpottersworld · 4 months

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౨ৎ call it what you want (timothee chalamet x female reader)

summary: whilst in a eleven month long secret relationship with timothee chalamet, you release one of your songs about him. also uploading teasers to social media of u and timothee.

pairing(s): timothee chalamet x singer!female reader

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ynuser my new song, call it what you want, is now available to stream everywhere. thank you to my beautiful lover and his amazing boyfriend skills, i can now say i know what its like to be loved. lets cheers to eleven months of happiness and pure love. 🤍

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zendaya im so happy for my girl<3

tomholland13 this song is fire!!

userone who is this mystery man???

kiernanshipka so happy and proud of you, i can see t’s treating you right.

usertwo who’s t??

usersix eleven freaking months??

userthree anyone else hoping and praying its timothee chalamet?? like they’re the cutest as friends, imagine as a couple

tchalamet <3.

userfour um? timothee? hello?

userfive its happening!!! omg!!! i just know, its timmy!!!

tchalamet cheers to the love of my life for her new song release and happy eleven month anniversary. i love you beyond words can describe, and i hope that i can always be the one you look for in a crowded room. you are the most precious thing that has happened to me this year and i’m afraid ill never be letting go of you. so proud of my little writer.

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userone i love love everything about this

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usertwo i cried reading that

ynuser i love you so so much, forever and always you timmy<3

zendaya cheers to your eleven months too!!

userthree theres no way you hid this for nearly a year

selenagomez so so proud of my girl & happy 11th month of love!!

madelyncline my parents!!!

enews y/n y/l/n and newly announced boyfriend, timothee chalamet was just photographed at pandora’s promotion launch together. first public outing since the announcement and their eleventh month anniversary post. the singer is believed to be wearing a pandora t intial on a silver chain around her neck promoting her new song.

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userone happy its y/n and not some fake model

usertwo their actually adorable

userthree starting off the new year strong!!

taylorswift anyone else loving this new it couple??

pandora it was loving having them!

userfour finally someone who wont break her heart!!

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thebetawolfgirl · 5 months

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His Worst Day

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: None really, slight mention of depression. Just pure fluff.

Summary: Timmy has a really bad day, and y/n takes care of him.

A/N: Had one of my own bad days yesterday so this one is based on that!

His Worst Day

This was odd, even though he was always photographed on his phone or using it in some form he wasn’t surgically attached to it, but she hadn’t heard from him in five days and he always made sure he messaged her just to say Hello or to remind her how much he loved her. But not to hear from him for this amount of time was concerning and quite scary, she called his parents and his sister and they hadn’t heard from him either and just assumed he was with her.

She grabbed her car keys and left her apartment to head to his place after trying to call him only to get his voicemail.

She parked in the private parking garage underneath the apartment complex and climbed the stairs two at a time, she used her key to let herself into his humble 2 bedroom apartment and walked into the living room to find the place littered with half eaten takeout containers,

Now she was really worried, Timmy could be a bit messy but not to this extent.

She walked to his bedroom and slowly opened the door to find him in bed curled up in the feral position beneath the covers, she could also hear sniffling and walked to his side of the bed kneeling in front of the lump on the bed ‘Timmy? My love?’ She whispered his name gently pulling away the duvet from his head to see his pale face and exhausted red puffy eyes.

‘Baby? What’s happened?’ She brushed his hair gently from his face as he mumbled hoarsely ‘I just get like this sometimes, I just get so low I can’t find the strength to do anything. I’m sorry I haven’t called or text, I just-‘

‘Shhhh it’s okay you don’t need to explain, I understand.’ She whispered climbing in beside him carefully and holding him close against her while pressing her body against his and rubbed slow circles around his back.

After a while she got up leaving him to go into the bathroom and ran him a hot bath with all his favourite scents then went into the kitchen and cleaned up throwing all of the old food out cleaning the containers. She went back into the bathroom turning the taps off when the bath was filled and went to fetch him.

‘Timmy, my angel I filled the bathtub let’s go.’

She knew she should leave him in bed, but she wanted him out of the bed so she could change the sheets and put fresh ones on.

He got up groggily his hair standing up in all directions and followed her to the bathroom letting her strip him of his sweat covered clothes and helped him into the water watching him sigh as the hot water hit his stiff muscles.

He brought his knees up to his chest as she washed him gently turning the shower extension on and let the water run over his head and hair, she washed his hair with his favourite shampoo and conditioner untangling his curls gently with her fingers brushing them from his face.

She then washed the soap suds out and drained the water before grabbing the fluffiest and warmest towel she could find and wrapped it around him helping him step out and dried his body gently, she walked him to sit on the chaise at the bottom of the bed and dried him and got him dressed in clean pyjamas.

She then guided him to the living room and turned his favourite show on and made him his favourite snack of cup noodles and knelt down to look at him.

‘I’m going to strip your bed and put nice clean sheets on. I’m just going to be in the next room, I’m not going anywhere else today.’ She spoke softly as he leaned his forehead against hers and she touched his cheek gently.

She gave him his noodles and left him with his throw over his knees and went to strip his bed to put them in the washing machine and took fresh linens out of his wardrobe, they were the silk ones he got for his birthday and grabbed the matching pillow cases and duvet before carefully putting them on.

She then grabbed the dirty sheets and duvet cover and carried them through to the kitchen and threw them into the washing machine, she scooped some lavender fabric softener into the drawer and turned it on.

She then turned to return to the living room to sit beside her boyfriend and found him Channel surfing with the remote, his finished noodles on the coffee table, she smiled walking over to him and kissed the top of his head before sitting down beside him and let him lay his head on her lap.

‘Feeling better baby?’ She still spoke softly to him while playing with his hair feeling him nod his head and hum in response.

‘I’ve sent a quick message to your sister telling her I’ve got you. I’ll stay for as long as you need me. Today we can stay in and watch movies and just rest.’

He sighed and curled up against her whispering in a small voice ‘Thank you. For everything.’

She leaned down and kissed his cheek and rubbed his arm gently.

‘I love you.’ He mumbled and she smiled ‘I love you more sweet angel boy.’

This had been his worst day, but as long as he had her by his side, he would get through it.

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i-care-4u · 1 year

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winter bear ✹ timothée chalamet

INSTAGRAM AU

PAIR: TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET X READER

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yourusername a few more weeks ‘til i see this little one 🐣

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user2 y/n i love you so much 🫶🫶 so proud of you and timothee

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tchalamet there’s my two favorite girls

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sunshinekindof · 1 year

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You’re tired, baby

It was almost midnight on the clock, and Timothee wasn't home yet. He told me that he would work late today. He's been coming home late all week, but there's a limit to everything, right? My hand was already reaching for the phone to call my husband and remind him of the importance of rest, but then I heard the front door open. A minute later Timothee entered the kitchen and my heart sank at the sight before me. It took a fraction of a second to realize how tired he was. His shoulders were slumped, his hair was disheveled, and there was so much weariness in his eyes that it seemed as if he was about to fall. And yet, at the sight of me, a smile played on his lips, as always.

- Hey baby. Why aren't you in bed yet?

Instead of answering, I quickly walked over to him and hugged him tightly. I felt how tense he was, and I wanted to take all his fatigue for myself.

"You look awful, my love," I muttered, and held him tighter.

He laughed softly in response and hugged me back.

- And I missed you

Timothee buried his face in my neck, and I began to stroke his back, trying to relieve his tension. We stood like that for a while, in each other's arms. Words were unnecessary. Then I suddenly felt as if Timothee began to fall in my arms.

- Whoa, baby, you're falling off your feet. Time to go to bed, let's go.

"I'm sorry," he muttered and smiled guiltily.

I took Timothee by the hand and led him into our bedroom.

- Will you take a shower? Or straight to bed?

- Shower. I need to wash the whole day off before getting into bed with my beautiful wife.

- You're too cute, but it won't save you. In the morning we will have a serious conversation about working late, - I tried to make a stern face, but I understood that I could not be angry with him when he was in such a state.

“As long as you’re with me, you can do whatever you want to me, my sweet wife,” he said and reached for my lips. I let our lips close for a moment, then pushed my obnoxious but insanely charming husband towards the bathroom.

- Shower, now. I will make your bed

"Yes, ma'am," he muttered.

“And don’t fall asleep there,” I shouted to him, to which I heard a quiet chuckle.

While Timothee was in the shower, I made the bed, took off my clothes, lay down on my side of the bed and waited for him. In a moment Timothee was in the bedroom. Also no clothes. We liked to sleep naked, feeling each other's bodies. Usually we made love before bed, but today was clearly an exception to their rules. Like all week, but Timothee needed rest.

- Come to me, my sweet husband, - I smiled and opened my arms, inviting Timothee to bed.

He smiled back, crawled under the covers next to me, snuggled up to me and rested his head on my chest. I pressed closer to him and ran my hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. Timothee sighed happily, and I felt the tension of the day leave his body.

So some time passed, and I already thought that he fell asleep, when I heard Timothee’s voice

- I'm sorry I came late again.

It was clear from his voice that he was struggling with sleep.

- Shh. I am not angry. I'm just really worried about you. Sleep, my love.

- I took a day off tomorrow.

- Really?

- Yes. I want to make it up to you

- You don’t have to do this.

- I know, but I want too. Let's spend the day the way you want

- Yes? Then I won't let you out of this bed tomorrow, husband

- I'm counting on it, wife.

I laughed a little and kissed his head

- Sleep. I love you.

- And I love you

Timothee pressed closer to me, and we both plunged into the realm of Morpheus. Tomorrow I definitely won't let him out of bed

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 11 months

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Girl Dad & Haircuts

Anon request:

idea for a timmy, bunny, and girls fic that could be super sweet and quick to write! Imagine T watching the girls for bunny and trying to give her an afternoon by herself but the girls get into trouble and cut their own hair. he takes them to get it fixed and they have matching sister haircuts when bunny gets back. They’d be too cute to be mad at 😂😍

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Description: Timmy decided to take the girls to set with him to give Bunny the day to relax out home by herself, but the day is anything but simple with two moody Chalamet.

A/N: I changed this a bit from the original request slightly. I had fun writing this and was a quick write, the longest was finding photos for the moodboard. haha. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for the request. Also should I do a poll of what Bagel Bite is? As always would love to hear what you all think.

Warning: Fluff, Family fluff. Timmy is the all time girl dad.

“Bunny I am insulted you don’t think I can handle the girls by myself,” Timmy pouted as he ran his hand along your growing bump. “I am their father you know that right?”

“Are you their father?” You teased.

Leaning down he bit your shoulder, “Be nice to me,” he mumbled.

You laughed tugging on his curls until you could see his pouting face. “You are their father, trust me I look at them and only see your face most of the time,” he said, kissing his nose. “And I know you can look after them but that doesn’t mean I don’t worry about all three of you. Plus you have never taken them to work with you before.”

“I took Elle once.”

“Yes, when she was 2 and you called me about a dozen times and she ended up a camo in your film.”

“She loved being on set and the camera ate her up. She will be an actor like me one day. But, in all honestly, that was years ago and nothing will happen. You need a relaxing day to yourself. You are growing our little bagel bite and I know all the noise is getting to you. I am just shooting a few blocks from here, it will be fine.”

“Promise you’ll call me if something bad happens?” You asked, softly.

“No. If something bad happens I will handle it.”

“But I want to know if something bad happens.”

“Okay if we have to go to the hospital or something I’ll call. Nothing else could be that bad right?” He asked, pressing his lips softly to yours.

You nodded, kissing him back. You were always in love with your husband, but it seemed during pregnancy you were even more in love with him. The way he looked after the family and took care of you and the girls warmed your heart.

Timothee pulled away first, smiling at you. “Nothing will happen. And I’ll bring home whatever you want for dinner.”

“Tacos, or Pasta, or ohh that place with the really good chicken sandwiches?” You asked excitedly.

“How about I bring home all of them and you can decide them?”

“That’s a waste of food and money, Chalamet.”

“First, you are my wife what you want you get. Second, the girls and I will help you eat everything, and if there is too much, which I doubt, I will take it to set with me the next day,” he said. And seeing you were about to protest, he captured your lips once more.

You let him silence you with kisses, sighing happily as you relaxed into the bed. “Okay,” you mumbled.

He laughed, “Sweet, pregnant, and less sassy. Should we have a few more babies are bagel bite?” He teased.

“Maybe if you can get through today without incident.”

“Rude. It will be fine, nothing will go wrong.”

Of course, Timothee would leave you with those words and then everything would go wrong. The girls were upset with each other. Not a fan that they couldn’t stay home with their mother and were both complaining of hunger all before they could turn the block away from the house.

“Darlings darlings, please settle down. I know you want to be home with Mommy, but remember she is working hard to make Bagel bite and needs rest and some quiet time.”

“We can be quiet, papa. We know how to take care of Mommy,” Elle huffed.

“Yeah, we are quiet all the time, we aren’t loud. Your loud,” Lena added.

Timmy sighed, leaning down to look both his girls in the eye. “Hey, I understand you both are upset. I know you're having a bad day, but don’t take it out on me or each other. I know you both love your Mommy but she just needs some Mommy time. And we will have fun today. I only have to shoot for a little bit and then we can go do something fun, Okay?” He said patiently, cupping the back of both of their heads.

“Can we get food first, papa,” Lena asked.

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” her sister echoed.

“I know you both are. We are going to get some breakfast burritos on the way and then I’ll take you to my dressing room and we can eat. Sounds good?”

They smiled nodding excitedly.

“I want a bacon one and pepper one,” Elle said, taking his hand.

“I want just eggs and mushies,” Lena said taking his other one.

“Both of those sound amazing,” He said, squeezing their little hands and being on their way.

By the time they arrived, the girls were back to being in a sour mood. Timothee sighed as he opened his trailer door and ushered in his daughters. He had a bag full of juice boxes and things to keep them busy. He quickly gave them both an apple juice and sat on the sofa with them.

“Okay so we can eat in here and then you two can come to watch Papa work, won’t that be fun?”

“That doesn’t sound like fun,” Elle said.

“Why not?” He frowned.

“Because work is boring.”

“Not the type Papa and Mommy do. You guys had fun when you went to work with Mommy, right? Mine is fun too.”

“If you say so,” Lena huffed.

After eating Timmy took them to get his hair and make-up done and then sat them up behind the camera crew with snacks, books, and his phone.

“Okay, Papa, will just be over there. Okay. And Dick will be here if you guys need anything, okay?” He said to them, making sure they were paying attention. Dick was his PA and he was more than happy to watch the girls while Timmy filmed a scene.

“We know Papa. You told us five times,” Elle laughed.

“We know Dick, Papa. He really nice to us and brought me a stuffed chick for my birthday last year,” Elle added.

Timmy laughed, kissing their forehead. “ I just wanted to make sure and remind you both. Love you both and behave yourselves,” he said.

“We will,” they replied together.

Kissing their noses he laughed as they giggled and went to stand on his marker for the scene. He was lucky he only had a few scenes for his Chanel ad left. He knew they would be good but only for so long until they are bored.

“Woo, Go Papa,” They cheered when he finished the last scene along with the rest of the crew. He laughed, bowing and thanking everyone for their time and how much he appreciate each of them and their hard work.

He walked over to his girls, getting on his knees to hug them both. “Mes poissons Thank you for all the cheers, I love it. I worked extra hard because I knew you two would be very hard on Papa if he missed up.”

“You were amazing, Papa. The best,” Elle said, kissing his cheek.

“My favorite,” Lena added, kissing his other cheek.

“I am happy to hear that. Now how about we go to my trailer and let Papa get changed and then we can decide where we are going to go?”

“I want to get nuggets and go to the park,” Lena said.

“No. I want a burger and to go to the movies. I want to see The Little Mermaid,” Elle said.

“We already saw the movie,” Lena frowned.

“So.”

Timmy just sighed, gathering all their things and walking back to his trailer. He changed quickly as he listened to them bicker back and forth for a few minutes. He was just finishing buttoning his shirt when there was a knock on the door.

“Hey Hey, stop it right now. Or we will go home,” he said, making them shut their mouths instantly. Opening the door he saw the director and he was asking for a word, nodding Timmy asked for a minute before turning to his daughters.

“I need to have an adult talk outside for a few minutes. Can you two sit here and read for a moment while I stand outside?” He asked, grabbing the bag and passing it to them.

They glared at each other before nodding at him.

“Words, Mes poisson , words,” he prompted.

“Yes papa,” they mumbled.

“Okay, I just need a few minutes, if you need anything open this door.”

They mumbled again and he watched them for a few seconds before he walked out of the trailer. He apologized for the wait and spoke for a few minutes about the shoot and the schedule for a meeting about a film.

His phone rang as he was about to walk into the trailer and smiled when he saw it was you.

“Hi, Bunny. How are you? How is the little one?”

You yawned. “We are good. We ventured out of the house.

“What? You left? Why is something wrong? Are you going to the doctor? Are you already there?”

‘Timothee Hal Chalamet. Calm down, I just said we are fine. I wanted to go for a walk and then I decided to go get my nails done and maybe my toes. I feel really good.”

“That is a relief, Bunny. I am glad you are feeling better. You’ve been miserable for days.”

“You’ve been miserable, I’ve been slightly less.”

“Apples and oranges,” he shrugged.

“I can’t even see you and I know you shrugged. You worry too much. Maybe you should take a relaxing day for yourself.”

“I relax better when I am home with all of you.”

“That can’t be true.”

“It is. A nice movie day on the sofa with snacks, pajamas, and my favorite girls.”

“So sappy, Chalamet,” you said sniffling.

“I’m sappy and you are crying because of it, bunny,” he said, smugly.

“No one is crying, shut up,” you argued, causing Timmy to laugh. “Where are the girls how is everything, no accidents?”

“They are good, a bit moody today, but fine. They are in my trailer right now, no accidents.”

“You left them alone?”

“I am standing right outside and have never left.”

“You are asking for trouble.”

“There is no trouble, don’t worry. Enjoy your day and I’ll see you back at home later. I love you.”

“I always worry, but I love you too and will see you later. Give my love to the girls.”

A crash and then a cry startled Timmy and his eyes widened. “Okay, I will bye, Bunny,” he said quickly ending the call and running into this trailer.

He froze the moment he saw his daughters. Elle was on the floor sobbing and Lena standing on the sofa sobbing as well. A pair of scissors on the table and clumps of brown curly hair on the ground.

Upon seeing their father, both girls ran to him and hugged his legs sobbing and shouting about what happened to each other. He could barely understand them, Lena speaking French quickly and Elle sobbing too hard to make out what language she was speaking in.

Timmy moved to sit on the ground and hugged both of them to his chest, rubbing their back trying to get them to calm down enough to speak. “Hey, hey, Papa here, it’s okay. Deep breath my loves. Shush shush,” he mumbled into their forehead.

He looked around the trailer and he knew you were going to kill him. He sighed closing his eyes for a moment. He had no one to blame but himself, but right now what was important was his girls.

“What happened?” He asked once they were done sobbing and just sniffling.

“I got gum in my hair,” Lena said.

“And I tried to help her and I saw the scissors and decided to cut it out,” Elle added.

“But she cut too much and ruined my hair.”

“And I felt bad and told her she could cut my hair to be even.”

“But I cut too much too and now we both are bald.”

They both started to cry again, but Timmy was quick to cup their cheeks. “You are not bald. Hey it’s just a hair, Papa cut his hair a few months ago, remember, it’s not bad.”

“We look horrible, papa,” Elle cried.

“My little angles could never look horrible. You guys just messed it up a bit, but why didn’t you come to tell me? You know you are not allowed to use grown-up scissors without me or Mommy.

“I thought I could do it on my own. I’m sorry, Papa. Don’t be mad.”

“I am not mad. But we talk about safety all the time and you have to listen to me because things like this happen,” he said. “How did you end up on the floor, Brielle?”

“I fell,”

“Why?” He asked.

“Because I was standing on the sofa.”

“Which you are not supposed to do.”

“Yeah.”

Timmy sighed again getting to his feet. He put the girls down and stared at them. “We are going to go fix your hair and go home.”

“But the park”

“The Movies.”

“No buts. We are going home, you both did something dangerous and didn’t come to me when you needed help. So we are going to go home instead of doing something else.”

They nodded sadly and it hurt his heart, but he couldn’t always be the fun parent. They needed balance. He cleaned his trailer with the girls and then called to see if his hair stylist was available or knew a place to take his daughters.

Lucky was on his side and within half an hour he was sitting his daughters down in salon chairs. They were still pouting and quiet and he sighed grabbing a little magazine for them to look at hairstyles.

“So my loves what do you want to do with your hair? Hmm something crazy, just cut it all off or maybe get extensions to your feet?” He teased causing them both to crack smiles.

“Ah there are the beautiful smiles I love much,” he said pinching their cheeks. Causing them to laugh more and push his hands away. Timmy kissed their cheeks before sitting back in a chair next to them.

“So my loves, what are you guys going to get done? You’ll need a little trim to even your hair out but you two can get whatever style you would like,” he said. The girls looked at each other for a moment before turning back to Timothee. “We want it to be a surprise,” Lena said, and Elle nodded in agreement.

“Okay, don’t get anything too crazy. No hair dye today we will wait for another time for that,” He said, kissing their forehead again before moving to the waiting area. His leg bounced the whole time as they got their hair done. Worried about your reaction when you see them? He doesn’t want you to be angry with them, him, or work yourself up too much while you are pregnant.

As if you knew he was thinking about you, you called him. Timmy chuckled softly, answering the phone. “Hey, bunny.”

“Where are you guys? I am almost home. I’m hungry and I miss you all,” you complained.

“So Bunny. My sweet lovely bunny, who I love so muc-

“Oh, what the hell did you do, Chalamet?”

“I am at the salon right now with the girls. There was a very very small incident. Nothing horrible, no one is hurt. But the girls decided to give each other a haircut and it went wrong. Gum, tears, but it’s getting fixed.”

“What the hell? Where were you during this haircutting and gum? What? Timothee Chalamet you don’t get to say that casually.”

Timothee winced. “Bunny. I’m sorry. I was just outside the door. I should have checked the room before leaving it. They aren’t hurt. Lena got gum in her hair and Elle tried to help. I talked to them about using scissors and not getting help, but I know I am just a much to blame.”

You were quiet for a moment as you arrived home, tossing your keys on the counter and sitting on the sofa. “I’m glad no one is hurt. I’m upset you left them alone, but I know that could have happened at home with either of us.”

“So you aren’t going to yell at me?”

“Well that depends on how bad their hair looks when they get home,” you said,

Timmy groaned. “They are your children, they will look beautiful, bunny.”

“I know that, but don’t try to butter me up. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Yes, bunny. I’m going to take the girls for some lunch, have you eaten?”

“Yes, Bagel bite and I had burgers and fries. I’m gonna take a nap, so no rush.”

“Do you want me to get dinner or order it once we are all home?”

“Yeah, wait until later on. I think I am in the mood for Chinese, but who knows after my nap.”

Timmy smiled, “Okay my love, I’ll see you when I get home, love you.”

“Love you too, Chalamet, but if the girls’ hair is awful, I will divorce you,” you said before hanging up the phone.

“Papa, Papa, look at our hair,” Elle said a few minutes later, coming around the corner holding her sister’s hand.

Timmy’s smile widened when he saw his daughters, their brown hair was shorter but styled with braids until two curly ponytails were at the base of their necks. “Oh, my goodness. You two look so adorable. Wait let me get a picture,” He said switching to his camera and taking pictures of hair. “Turn around and let me get a picture of the back. So beautiful Mes poisson .”

For once the girls were fine with him taking pictures and smiled. They turned around and posed for his pictures. “I love my hair, papa,” Lena said.

“I feel like a princess. I can’t wait to get home and put on my crown,” Elle said.

“You both are my little princesses every day, but I am glad that you like your hair. Now let’s get some lunch and then go see Mommy.”

“Burgers.”

“Nuggets.”

“We will go somewhere that has both, now say thank you to the nice ladies for doing your hair.”

After thanking the ladies and leaving. Timmy took the girls to lunch and took a few more pictures of their hair. They happily eat and soaked up his compliments and skipped home when they left.

The moment Timmy unlocked the door the girls ran into the house in search of you. “Mommy, We are back.” They sang loudly, dancing around with each other.

“Girls, I think Mommy is sleeping, don’t be so loud,” Timmy said, closing the door behind them.

“But we want to show her our hair.”

“Yeah, she will love it.”

“ I know but you can show her when she wakes up.”

“I am up,” you said, waddling into the living room, smiling warmly at your girls.

“Mommy,” they shouted running over to you, “Look out our hair. One of Papa’s friends did it for us, look look. They cut it and give us cute braids, look,” They shouted and jumped up and down in front of you.

You laughed and moved to the sofa as you listen to them talk animatedly about their hair. You listen happily, kissing their forehead as they spun in circles to make sure you saw every angle.

“They even let me take a bunch of photos of their hair.” Timmy laughed sitting next to you. He kissed your lips and then he kissed your growing stomach.

“You two look so wonderful. It makes you both even more beautiful. So adorable I could just eat you both up,” you teased tickling them. They giggled and squirmed until you let them go.

“We are going to get our crowns on because we are princesses,” Elle said, taking her sister's hand and running off.

“Walk, darlings,” you shouted after them. Then you turned to Timmy crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. He groaned, throwing himself back into the sofa.

“Bunny, don’t be upset,” he whined. “They look adorable. And you, my love, are glowing, so beautiful. And your nails too,” He said, leaning his head on your shoulder and pressing kisses along your neck.

You laughed pushing his hand off your shoulder. “I am just teasing, but you didn’t get to be all adorable and ruin things. The girls’ hair is adorable and they are happy. And I had a good day. All three of you are too adorable to be mad at.”

Timmy grinned, pulling you into his lap, and kissing all over your face. You playfully groaned trying to push him away, but he didn’t let you, and just kissed you more. “I love you bunny, my sweet love. My soulmate. I’ll have to be adorable more often so you won’t be mad.”

“You are annoying,” you teased.

“Yeah yeah, but you love me.”

“Sometimes.”

Timmy kissed your lips softly and slowly until you melted in your hold. He pulled away. “Sometimes?” He repeated.

You pressed your lips to his lips for a quick second. “I love you, Chalamet, all the time.”

“Should I record that for next time you deny it?”

“Ah, you ruined a good moment,” you complained trying to get off his lap but he held your hips.

“Not so far, I want to talk to my baby,” he said.

“We are talking.”

Timothee laughed, “I meant my little bagel bite, but happy you admitted you are my baby.”

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bonesandchalamet · 4 months

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‘O Christmas tree — t. chalamet

masterlist | pairing: Timothee chalamet x reader

summary: Timothee is gone a lot for wonka and you’re work distracts you from decorating until someone comes on home…

warnings: fluff

with wonka promotions and interviews, he’s not had time to think about Christmas. with nothing but chocolate, singing, and dancing on his mind the holidays have slipped by him once again.

it’s not too late, overnight shipping exists and stores still have great deals, but nothing screams to him.

so he’s back to square one: promoting wonka, talking about the works of dune, and hopping on another plane. the cycle continues while you FaceTime occasionally from your cold desk in New York.

“busiest time of year.” he says shaking the snow off his jacket and boots. he’d just landed for the good morning America segment, and the only place he could tell the cab driver to take him was here: your home.

“it’s always busy in New York, chalamet. you’ve been gone for that long you forgot?” you spin around in your work chair to see him standing by the door, a tree slung over his shoulders, and a box of lights in his other hand.

“is that a real tree?” in slight shock you ask the dumb question. its wrapped up in a net and the smell of fresh pine over takes your apartment.

so you’ve also been a bit busy. having not had time to decorate with monthly work quotas and yearly ends to meet, the fake tree never got set up and the stockings never got laid over the fake fireplace.

“do you want to decorate?”

“no more talk of chocolates?” you ask give him a quizzical look that earns a light laughter to escape his lips, “no more talk of chocolates.”

“you set up the tree, I’ll get the ornaments.”

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 8 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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houseofchalamet · 1 year

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Imagine: Being in a Secret Relationship With Timmy

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

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

Neither of you ever explicity confirmed or denied dating rumors.

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

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

Friends who just happen to be dating😏

"We're friends" becomes a meme.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Across the world, your fans get an Instagram notification.

"(Y/N) has just posted!"

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

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darkacademiablues · 7 months

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“Do I seem nice?”

- Lee, Bones and All

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growup-thatbeautiful · 2 years

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a/n: happy bones and all premiere!! i will not recover from this look anytime soon :))

summary: seeing timothee again at the Bones and All premiere after being away from him.

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Your knee bounces against the floor anxiously, rustling the skirt of the dress you’re wearing. Honestly, this isn’t where you want to be right now. Getting ready for a promo isn’t exactly your idea of a romantic reunion with your boyfriend, especially because it’s been a month since you’ve seen him.

Of course, you’re proud of him, and you’ll support him wholeheartedly no matter where. You just hoped that seeing him again would require less publicity and cameras.

It doesn’t really matter, though. Not when you’re so close to being in his arms, hearing his voice not distorted by bad signals and time zone hours.

Time moves in bursts and fits, flying by without your consent then deciding to slow down to match the pace of your attempt at even breathing. Finally, after what seems like hours in the hair and makeup chair after hours on a plane, you get the green light.

You don’t make a big entrance like the cast of the movie does: you’re only here to support Timothee. So, it goes relatively unnoticed when you sneak into the red carpet area, trying to get closest to the back as you can.

Immediately, you search for Timothee. He’s standing in the middle with Taylor, laughing at something together. It warms your heart to see him such good friend with someone he’s worked so devoutly with.

Then he sees you.

The cameras don’t matter. The screaming fans, the people shouting his name don’t matter. Not when you’re running towards him, looking angelic in a creamy white dress, gold bands around your arms, mouthing his name. The rest of the world goes silent as you touch his arm and look into his eyes, a dull ringing filling your ears. All you knows how to do is breathe in time with him and crush him right against your chest.

The flashes and shutters that capture your reunion are background to the sound of his heartbeat, his voice saying your name like a prayer.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he murmurs into your cheek, hand cupping your waist gently. “I’m never letting you go to work again, I swear.” You laugh and hold him closer to you, the skin of his back warm and smooth, uncovered by the red fabric.

Reluctantly, you let him go and turn to the crowd, shrugging with a grin and clasping Timothee’s hand in yours. You work together easily, posing and smiling for pictures, his hand on your back, supporting you.

“I’m going to go stand to the side,” you tell him after the pictures are taken. This isn’t your moments, it’s his and all of the other people who worked so hard on the movie’s. “I’ve already taken enough of the spotlight.”

He frowns and keeps you near. “You’re not stealing anything. I want you. Here. By my side.”

“I can be by your side metaphorically,” you suggest. “From over there.”

“But-don’t you want to to be with me?” You heart breaks at the crushed sound of his voice.

“I do, baby, I promise I do. But this isn’t my day, it’s yours,” you say softly, smiling at him. “Nothing would make me happier than watching you do your thing.”

“Are you sure?” he asks uncertainly. “I know we haven’t seen each other in forever.”

“Of course.” It’s easy, putting yourself aside for him. “We can catch up later. I’ve waited a month to see you, I can wait a few more hours. I promise.”

He still doesn’t look convinced, but you try your best to smile at him reassuringly. “I’m not going to keep you to myself, as much as I want to. I get to see you all the time, some of these people will never have the chance to see you again. Let me do this for you, for you.”

Finally, finally, he smiles and brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles gently. “Thank you, baby. You never cease to amaze me.”

“I hope I never do,” you grin, taking a step back. Before walking away, you add, “You look good, baby.” His smile widens and he clasps his hands in front of him, looking pleased. “I like the red.”

“I had to do something to catch your eye,” he responds with a grin, adding a flourish and gesturing to himself. “Do you think it worked?”

“I do,” you laugh. “But you don’t have to dress up to make me notice you. You’re hot shit, no matter what you’re wearing.”

“You really know how to make a guy feel special,” he deadpans.

“I try my hardest.” With that, you turn and walk away, leaving him to greet his fans.

He can call you selfless all he wants, but you would never complain. Watching him with fans is one of your favorite things to do; it’s one of your favorite things about him too. He’s always so enthusiastic and genuinely excited to see them. It’s refreshing and enduring as shit.

Eventually, he’s whisked inside, where food and drinks are waiting. You follow along behind, taking a champagne glass between your fingers.

You’re looking around, trying to find Timothee, when strong arms wrap around you and words are whispered in your ear. “Hi, honey.” You melt into him, going lax again his back, letting him take your weight.

“Hi, baby. How’s your night going?” You lean your head backwards against his shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek.

“Good,” he breathes, turning you around in his arms to face him. “Yours?”

“Perfect,” you smile, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. It falls right back into his eyes, and you leave it as is. “Can’t wait to see the movie. I know you worked hard.”

He hums in agreement runs his hands along your arms, sharing them up and down. “I’m excited for you to see it. Then, afterwards, I’m all yours, whatever you want to do with me.”

“Promises, promises,” you joke. The silk of his shirt is cool and smooth underneath your fingertips as you drag your hands up his chest. “Don’t rush because of me. Take your time and do all that fancy movie talking you like to do. I’ll be there by your side to listen to you, but no promises on chiming in.”

“Right now all I want to do is curl up in our bed and watch old movies all night,” he admits softly. You know that your eyes are soft and adoring, focused only on him.

“As fucking amazing as that sounds, I think we should probably see this to the end. You know, because it’s your movie and all.” You can’t keep the fondness from creeping into your voice as you continue. “It looks like you’re having fun, Timmy. I’ll be here when you’re done. Old movies and cuddles can happen any night, this only happens once. Enjoy it.”

“Why do you have to make so much sense?” he sighs, pouting like a little kid.

“Because one of us has to,” you say, matter-of-fact. “And it’s not you.”

With a grin, he accepts his role and brightens. “I have something for you.” He produces the pair of black sunglasses he was wearing earlier and holds them out to you.

“Your sunglasses?” you ask skeptically, the edge of a smile on your face.

“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p.’ He unfolds them and places them on your head, smiling widely and looking pleased with himself. “There.”

You can’t help the way you smile at him. You also can’t help how you gravitate towards him the rest of the night, staying as close as you can without hovering. Timothee would never complain about you being close to him, but you want to give him his space, his night.

You’ll be here when it’s over, waiting with open arms for him to be just yours. But right now, the world is waiting for him, wanting to see him, and you’re happy to step back. Everyone gets caught in his pull, his gravity, yourself included. That’s something you’ve come to accept, you’ve grown to work around. It’s taken years, it’s taken effort, but it’s worth it to see him smile. To see him succeed.

At the end of the day, you’re the one he comes home to. The one he slow dances with in the kitchen and curls up with under heavy blankets.

He’s your gravity and you’re his orbital, chasing him around, happy to be a part of his life.

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thebetawolfgirl · 5 months

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Could you do one where the reader and Timmy are co stars and the leading roles in WONKA and they’re doing press tour and stuff and the whole internet ships them but he’s dating Kylie. Kylie and y/n had something like big beef years ago , so when she finds out that Kylie is attending their wonka premiere, she decides to stop press tour completely , I just like some drama idk and I love your writinggg 🤍🤍

A/N: This isn’t my best work but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! Thank you so much for all your support!!!

Dream Come True

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: None. Just pure fluff and a little bit of angst.

Dream come True

Y/n met Timmy when they were cast as the leading roles in the new movie ‘Wonka’ telling the origin story of the famous Chocolatier Willy Wonka and they hit it off right away. They spent nearly every day together between takes talking about movies, literature and food, they would debate art and history, Timmy was intelligent and had a certain view of the world she had never seen in anyone else her age. He was sensitive and had passion, he was also very giving with his fans, he would stand and talk to them and listen to them. It was during Covid so he couldn’t get too close to anyone on the outside, which meant the only people they both saw was the rest of the cast and each other.

She stayed with him when he came back to work after his grandmother passed away as he lay in her arms breaking his heart. They had become close.

When Covid ended and he was able to do press finally for Dune, she sent him a quick message to wish him good luck and he replied with a heart emoji.

Now it was 2023 and they were finally able to do a bit of press for Wonka together, they were excited to talk about this project finally, everyone adored them together and the internet was shipping them together already, but of course he had already been spotted out with Kylie Jenner. Much to y/n’s disapproval, she didn’t like the girl but she had no right to tell Timmy who he should be dating. It wasn’t her business.

Timmy noticed how y/n would become distant with him whenever they were together and Kylie showed up, he didn’t like it. He hated not having y/n around him, he knew she and Kylie had a history long ago but he didn’t think she would completely distance herself from him. After his beloved grandmother passed away she was like his rock keeping him anchored as he drowned in his grief, now that Kylie was constantly around him, she wasn’t. And it was making him antsy, so much so in fact when she bailed out of one of their many press interviews for Wonka everyone around him could tell he was agitated because y/n wasn’t by his side. She claimed she had fallen unwell and lost her voice from all the talking and was taking a break.

When she came back he was fine again and back to his usual chatty goofy self.

When it came closer for the world premiere for Wonka in LA Timmy’s management came to him and said Kylie would be joining him on the red carpet for at least two of the premiers and he sighed burying his face in his hands.

He heard through the wall in the next suite y/n going crazy after hearing the news.

‘Is she that fucking desperate for attention that she needs to go to a premier for a children’s movie?! Talk about fucking creep factor! Will she be in the Chanel commercial too, or is this the only thing of Timothée’s she wants to destroy with her existence?’

She was so upset and furious. She sent Kylie a text telling if this movie flopped because of her, she would make her life a living Hell then turned off her phone. She told her publicist to send for her car, she was done with the whole tour and she was going home.

She saw Timmy’s agent in the hallway looking at her with regretful eyes and stormed past his shoulder. ‘I hope this little act was worth the money, she’s going to destroy his career he’s worked so hard for.’ She walked to the elevator and left without saying goodbye to any of the cast or to Timmy.

Timmy had been doing publicity work when he heard about y/n leaving and walking away from the rest of the tour and was devastated.

But when the night of the premiere arrived and y/n was nowhere to be seen he asked around thinking maybe she was just running late, but when his publicist told him with a nervous air that y/n had pulled out of coming to the premier as well as the tours Timmy went pale feeling himself falling back.

He felt Hugh and Olivia grab his arms lowering him into the chair as someone went to get him a glass of water, he buried his face between his legs as he felt his chest tighten.

He needed y/n here, he needed to see her face when the noise got to much for him she was the only one who could calm his nerves with her soothing words. She wasn’t happy about Kylie he knew that, she told him countless times that he could do so much better than her, he deserves so much better than her.

It was always her though, Timmy realised as he drank his water.

The premier came and went he did the whole arm around Kylie looking in love charade, when really he couldn’t stand her. The longer he looked at her the more his stomach turned. How had he not seen how fake this woman was, how vapid! No wonder he couldn’t think straight after being with her, it wasn’t lust his brain cells were dying, gasping out for some sort of stimulation.

No wonder after every conversation with Kylie he would call y/n to just to contradict her about something she said just to rile her up and have a healthy debate with her.

After the premier he ditched Kylie and locked himself in his hotel room and tried to call y/n but the phone just rang out, so he tried to message her and it said her phone was now switched off. He tried to Skype her on his laptop but that was disconnected. He slammed his laptop down getting annoyed, if she thought she could ignore him and he would just leave her alone she was wrong. He changed into his sweats and his hoodie with his baseball cap and grabbed his car keys before sneaking out of the hotel.

He knew where she lived, he remembered her telling him how she had inherited her grandfather’s ranch where she grew up as a little girl. It was out in the California countryside, a place surrounded by beautiful trees and mountains. It was still light for some reason, LA he guessed rolling his eyes. He drove along the road and he knew he was getting close when the desert become more leafy and he was suddenly surrounded by autumn trees, he smiled and came to farmlands and turned into a beautiful driveway dusted with fallen leaves and fenced off grasslands for the horses to graze on, he looked out his window and saw the stunning backdrop of mountains and and greenery.

He parked outside the house and got out of his car. His fancy wheels looked stupid in these surroundings. He looked around in amazement taking everting in, from the fresh air around him to the house and the huge mountains in the background and the horses grazing in the fields beyond. He couldn’t believe he was still in California. Maybe, Montana or somewhere in Arizona.

He understood why y/n loved this place so much, what happy memories she must have made here with her grandparents, he turned as he heard the door open and out she stepped looking at him. Dear God she was stunning, he had saw her all glammed up and he saw her all messy and covered in chocolate and mud and he had even saw her in her pyjamas when he showed up at her hotel room late one night, but he had never saw her like this.

She was wearing a pair of old torn jeans, covered in some sort of white stuff like powder, she must have been baking, and an off the shoulder knit sweater and her light brown hair was in a messy side braid. Her bangs were whipping around her face, as she walked up to him shoving her hands in her pockets.

‘Timmy? What are you doing here? I thought you would be at the after party?’

‘I’m sorry, I am so so sorry. I was a total dick to you!’ He blurted out before he could stop himself and she blinked at him.

He looked around, spreading his arms wide ‘This just proves my theory!’

She smiles stepping closer to him ‘What theory is that?’

‘That you’re definitely an angel, because this,’ he gestures around him. ‘This is Heaven!’

She smiles watching him look around him.

‘I could see myself spending my out my life here,’ he looked her in the eyes ‘With you. I could see me spending my life here with you.’

She takes a deep breath looking at him. ‘Is that what you came all the way out here to tell me?’

‘No, actually I drove out here to confront you about ignoring me tonight and argue with you. Tell you, Plato was an idiot and the Yankees suck ass!’

She glared before raising her eyebrow looking at him ‘And now?’

He sighed shoving his hands in his pockets ‘Well I can’t very well yell at you now.’

‘The Yankees are a great team by the way.’

He scoffed rolling his eyes and she raised her eyebrows. ‘Because the Knicks did so great this season?’

‘Hey! They did their best okay!’

‘My ass they did their best!’ She turned and walked back towards the house and he followed her immediately almost automatically.

He closed the door behind him and stepped inside the cozy house and looked around, there were family photos of different generations scattered along the wall, he saw a picture of y/n in her graduation robes holding her diploma.

‘What did you study?’

‘Before becoming an actor I wanted to work with animals. So I studied veterinary science.’

‘Wow.’ He muttered under his breath as he looked at all of the family photos and saw a picture of a young girl on a horse holding a large trophy.

‘Hey who’s the little girl on the horse with the trophy?’ He called to her in the kitchen.

‘Oh that’s me. I came in first place in the equestrian event. My papa was so proud that he was actually crying.’ She came back with two bottles of his favourite beer and handed him one, smiling at the photos. He watched her closely as he sipped his beer ‘What was your grandfather like?’

She looked at him and smiled ‘You’re the first person to ever ask me what he was like.’

He smiled and waited. ‘He was always smiling, always singing. He liked putting the radio and dancing with grandma around the kitchen. He taught me how to dance too.’ She looked up at Timmy smiling before frowning ‘When grandma died he was never the same again, I think a little bit of him died when she did. The thing that killed him most, I think was that none of the family came to the funeral. I skipped school and took a bus using my lunch money to go. All the other families from the neighbouring ranches came but her own children didn’t come. I moved in here after graduation, I told my parents to stay away, invited my grandpa instead. Haven’t spoken to them since his funeral eight years ago.’

She sighed as Timmy listened intently without interrupting. He knew she had been keeping this bottled up for years. All of the love and pride she felt for her grandparents, the hurt and the shame of her family not paying their respects and her total determination with her loyalty towards her grandparents. No wonder the old man left his entire life to his granddaughter. She was the only who cared enough to stay.

‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He wrapped his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

‘Your parents sound like assholes. If you don’t mind me saying.’

She shook her head closing her eyes and smirked ‘Not at all. You’re right on the dot. They are assholes. When I made it to the big time they contacted me, wanting to ‘make amends’ I told them to go fuck themselves. After how they treated my grandparents I’m not interested.’

She turned to him and buried her head in his chest wrapping her arms around his waist ‘You’re actually the first person I’ve ever told that story.’

He was shocked as he wrapped his arms around her back he had heard she wasn’t the most trusting person. In fact he heard rumour about how hard she was to work with, she wasn’t good at taking orders and she barely spoke to anyone on set. But Timmy had seen her with fans, she would spend ages with the kids and the elderly, she always made sure was allowed the same lunch hour the actors had. She remembered the names of crew members asking one how their daughter enjoyed her first day of school, she even asked one of his grandmother was getting better.

He took her over to the couch and sat down with her holding her close as she lay against his chest.

He would break it off with Kylie, he didn’t care if he had to pay a big fine for terminating the contract, it would be worth it if he could be with y/n.

The fact that he could already hear the echo of their children running around the house and eventually their grandchildren, was huge. He never envisioned his future with anyone before. But with y/n, he saw himself spending the rest of his life on this ranch with this kind, beautiful woman and one day their children.

Y/n looked up seeing Timmy lost in thought and reached up to kiss his jaw, ‘penny for your thoughts?’

He looked down at her and blinked at feeling her lips on his skin ‘I don’t want to freak you out or scare you.’

She reached up and kissed his jawline again ‘You won’t, please tell me.’

‘I was thinking about our future. A-and I was picturing our children and our grandchildren running all about this house.’

He blushed and looked down and she sat on his lap lifting his face to make him look at her. ‘Are we married or do we live like hippies?’ She smiled and pecked his lips before he deepened the kiss leaning forward. ‘No, we’re definitely married until we’re old and grey, and calling the cops on each other because we can’t remember who the other one is.’ She laughed against his lips at his strange narrative of their future, she pulled away before standing and taking his hand to guide him upstairs to her bedroom.

They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but they were ready for whatever would be thrown their way. They met on a movie based on following your dreams, and they ended up being each other’s dream come true!

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