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timmymyluv · 2 years

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limping

timothee chalamet x reader

warning(s): implied/mentions of sex, aftercare, smugness, privacy invasion

summary: after a crazy night, you're caught stumbling and walking funny out of timmy's apartment and everyone especially he is amused at your antics

word count: 700 words

notes: wanted to try something new, formatting/with smaller font and a shorter drabble!! hope y'all like it- helped me get out of my writing rut slightly

“Where are you going, babe?”

Stumbling on your shaky feet from your previous night, the funny, awkward way you were walking around your shared apartment with unruly hair that refused to be tamed, and makeup that’s smudged so bad it’s still visible on your skin.

“I’m meeting with a casting director who wants me to be in one of his films. I have to go really soon, I don’t want to be late. Sorry I have to go, wish I could stay longer.”

Timothee sits up shirtless from your bed, blanket tugged up to his waist as he smirks amusedly at your still wrecked state.

“You’re walking funny today.” He crosses his arms and proudly admires your still shaking form, earning a playful eye roll from you.

“I wonder who made me like this, hmm?” You retort, picking up your discarded shirt thrown carelessly to the floor last night and new underwear hidden in your drawers.

Jumping into your jeans and quickly buttoning it up before you rush by the mirror close to the door, brushing away the loose strands of hair all over your face.

“I gave you a bath and a long massage last night, mon amour. Was that not enough?” Timmy teases as he languidly admires you from the distance, curls flopping in every direction in a way that tinges a heartstring inside you.

But cute was not the word to define him yesterday, or up to the late morning that nearly caused you to run late.

"Apparently not. If you didn't fuck me so good and your cock wasn't so big, maybe."

"And you know you love it." He replies in a sing songy voice.

"One of the million things I love about you, yes. Not the only, don't forget that!"

"Never will, Mon amour. never will."

Bag slung over your shoulder as you hastily put on your sneakers, you attempt to smoothen out the wrinkles of your top before you say your goodbyes.

“Where’s my goodbye kiss?” He pouts at you almost childishly, arms open in anticipation for your embrace.

Chuckling as you’re unable to resist him, you saunter over with a quick embrace and peck gentle kisses down his forehead and nose before a quick, passionate kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Hmm, dinner plans?”

“Yes, sir. Your pick of the resto tonight to make it up to you.”

“Call me that again and we'll have a part two to yesterday.”

As you make your way out the building, limping and rushing over to the car provided by your management, you spot your driver’s car as you wave over, opening the door and buckling yourself up immediately.

Even before you can say anything- “Ew, is that a hickey on your neck? God he went at you like a vulture. That’s gonna be hell to remove with a shitton of concealer.” Your makeup artist Vera jokingly scolds you, eyes bulging at the spanse of purple and blue down your neck and spilling over to around your collarbone and torso.

Shaking your head in embarrassment and slight pride with rosy cheeks, you drive off with your day to your series of meetings and appointments for the rest of the day.

What you did not expect was the rare time you checked your social media, you were trending over viral photos of you hastily dressed after an evident night of a passionate, salacious rendezvous with hair out of place, clothing full of wrinkles and tucked in the wrong places, and the way you were walking in an unusual way gathering enough submission.

Shaking your head, your phone pings and you get a notification from Timmy. A smug and satisfied emoji, alongside his message of “had a good night ;)” You could see him winking and pleased with himself over his sexual prowess and how he basically rearranged your guts real good and the whole world can see it.

“Oh she got that good good last night”

“I just know he’s big - WHAT who said that”

"That dick changed lives clearly"

You spent your breaks laughing at the creative comments social media would spit out after your recent ‘scandal’ of sorts, but your ego was sky high knowing that everyone else can only dream of being impaled, split in half on his god-like, enormous cock that it got you walking funny.

Laugh all they want, but it’s you he comes home to. It's you he spoils and worships on his cock, raw and harsh or passionate, delicate love making.

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petersasteria · 3 years

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Short Film - Tom, Haz, etc.

Main || Taglist

Requested? Nah. Thanks @blueleatherbag for helping me x

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A few weeks later...

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im enjoying these school themed soc med aus

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @blueleatherbag @cocoamoonmalfoy @parkerpeter24 @turtoix @slutforsr @givebuckyhisplumsnow @buckys-little-hoe @runawayolives @chewymoustachio @hollandsrecs @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @juliediggory @lharrietg @alexx-stancati @dummiesshort @spideyspeaches @thevelvetseries @buckymylove @quxxnxfhxll @dreamy-clousds @bora-world @hunnybunimdun @supred12 @more-like-reyna @caitsymichelle13 @aayaissaa @wannabemobwife @sunwardsss

𝐇𝐀𝐙 𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @blueleatherbag @cocoamoonmalfoy @parkerpeter24 @turtoix @givebuckyhisplumsnow @hotforharrison @chewymoustachio @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @juliediggory @lharrietg @thevelvetseries @buckymylove @quxxnxfhxll @angelsgrxzer @more-like-reyna @caitsymichelle13 @aayaissaa @wannabemobwife @sunwardsss @hollandbroz-n-haz

#tom holland #haz osterfield #timothee chalamet #tuwaine barrett #brad simpson #soc med au #petersasteria #k's all boys works

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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to conceive an heir

warning(s): cursing, dirty language, degradation, oral (f/m receiving), breeding, creampie, choking, teasing, semi-public sex/voyeurism, unprotected sex (always have protection plz) , kind of toxic relationship, power dynamics (Dom/sub, emperor/empress)

summary: paul atreides seems to control every aspect of the empire except his distant empress. having yet failed to conceive an heir, you take things into your own hands. basically a self indulgent throne sex/breeding kink fic/blurb. no beta we d!e like men

word count: 2.7k words

"Where the fuck is my wife!?"

Paul's commanding voice echoes through the high ceiling throne room, gripping tightly on the armrests of his throne as he fumes in anger.

All of his advisors and council members looked around anxiously, staring at each other in fear as they knew nothing would get him more riled up then anything that concerned you.

Ever since you had consummated your marriage on your wedding night and crowned as Emperor and Empress the following morning, you have seen nothing of your husband.

You had grown up side by side under the same tutors, as your father was a Duke from a nearby kingdom of similar lineage and prestige. From wearing matching bibs when you ate messily at the table as toddlers, rolling down the temperate grassy hills of Caladan and sneaking out from humdrum tutors, the ring on your finger and your names bonded by law have set you two apart further rather than bring you together as intended.

Nothing would have prepared you for the turn of events that resulted in you becoming Empress of the entire Galactic Empire, nor with Paul by your side as the Supreme Emperor of all of society.

Nonetheless, you did your duty. Even so, you enjoyed escaping the hollow, ceremonial trappings of the royal court and doing your charity and social events outside the city.

You had spent the past morning visiting a local orphanage and the school conjunct to it, as schoolchildren of the common folk adored you and threw petals at your feet as you walked by. If Paul was to neglect his responsibility to you as a husband preoccupied with the obligations of an Emperor, you will not fail to attend to your role as Empress.

Feeding the children pouring soup into disposable bowls with your handmaidens was sharply interrupted when one of his men, Duncan, whispered in your ear that your husband the Emperor demanded your return back to the palace. It was an order, not a request.

Begrudgingly escorted back to the throne room, you drag your feet through the hollow halls, pacing impatiently as your handmaidens and your bodyguards struggle to meet your agile pace.

The moment Paul feels your presence even while looking away, he narrows his eyes at you suspiciously as you approach him meekly, avoiding his darkened eyes shooting daggers at you almost literally.

“Where have you been, Empress?!” He slouches on his throne, venom laced in his voice, and you resist the temptation to roll your eyes at him. Referring to you by his title, alone? Seriously?

“I was fulfilling my role as Empress by visiting the orphanage-”

“And you did not even have the courage to let me know before you left?”

You pause.

“I left a note on your bedside, Your Imperial Majesty.” You explained offhandedly, praying your long obsidian sleeves can hide your fiddling fingers.

Paul scoffs at you, his curls disheveled on his face and hiding his eyes. A bubbling disdain and enmity for his childish, unreasonable behaviour towards you, not only did he avoid you on every turn, but expected you to be at his beck and call.

Seeing red as you stand alone in the spacious throne room, bare, cold stone with minimal windows as you shrunk in the magnanimous size of the room.

As Paul looked down at you from his stainless steel engraved throne on plain concrete from the hills of Arrakis, the distance between you two are even greater and a reminder how you are always subservient to him.

"Is it a crime for me to know where my legally wedded wife is? I don't even know where my woman is, how can I rule a damn kingdom."

"I'm not just your woman. I am my own person." You bite back maliciously, voice laced with venom.

"You have failed as an empress. You have failed our kingdom. You put the entire Galactic Empire at risk for your negligence, for your refusal to provide an heir. You make our entire future futile."

As a wave of shame overcomes you as your face warms in embarrassment yet the cool of the darkness of the throne room creates goosebumps on your back.

Fumbling with the golden necklace on your collar, carelessly pulling on the rare gemstones that lock the elaborate setting of your cream white straight silhouetted dress.

His eyes widen in panic, yet a flash of lust and arousal appears on his usually, well rehearsed stoic expression as layer by layer falls to the ground with a loud thud.

" What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" He nearly stands up from shock against his throne, yet restrains himself and tightens his grip on the arm rests of his throne.

As the top sheer layer of the pleated white dress, your slim tie knot ribbon chemise dress is yanked off your shoulder as you step over the pile of your garment and you stand in front of him bare.

Step by step with sequenced footsteps, you raise your head proudly as you walk up the staircase towards him.

"Then take me."

"What!?" Paul nearly screams at you in ridicule of your plans, yet his want, his desire for you overtakes him as you see a glimpse of his arousal between his legs.

"Right here. I want you to fuck me right on your throne."

"You are a queen, an empress yet you want to be fucked senselessly like a common whore, like a rabid dog." He snickers mockingly, firmly gripping your bare hips against his rough fingers with a piercing grip you're sure will leave bruises for days.

Just as you lean in to sit on his lap, he suddenly jumps up, towering over you with his dark curls and piercing hazel eyes of swirls of green and gold. Paul harshly smacks his lips against yours, tongue swirling in your warm cavern, dominating over yours.

Your eyes shut in pleasure and pain as you lose yourself in the feeling, moaning as your lips mold into his.

Feeling dribbles of wetness between your thighs as you bare skin contrasts his military uniform that covers his entire body. Your fingers brush against his shoulder blades as you circle your arms on either side of his head, tilting your head to follow his ministrations and gain steady footing as he forcefully contorts and melds into you as if you could bleed into one flesh.

Sliding down from your waist down to your butt, pinching and squeezing before he rociforeously slaps against your skin, gaining a high pitched shriek from you.

Paul brushes lightly against your clit before squeezing in a couple of fingers into your clenched folds.

"You're so fucking wet already. Do you like being fucked like the whore you are!?" He antagonizingly teases you with a mischievous grin, clearly satisfied with seeing you cower over him like putty in his hands.

Resting your forehead against his medalled shoulders, sweat forming on your brow as you attempt to muffle your pleasured cries, increasingly leaning towards him with buckled knees and wobbly joints.

"I can't hear you. What did you say?!"

"I want you to fuck me like a whore, like your whore."

Fondling your nipples and massaging your chest as he tentatively ponders over his next move, waiting for your areolas to harden before his mouth sucks eagerly on your breasts before doing the same on the other and switching places.

As his hands wander around your body, feeling every inch of his skin from his fingertips to leaving crescents from his blunt nails, he gradually makes his way down to his knees in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You bewilderly ask, whining in complaint at the loss of his fingers from your area of pleasure.

Parting your lower lips with his fingers before dipping in and out against your walls, he presses the flat of his tongue before he dives into you like a starved man, squelching, slurping, wildly drinking from you and pleasuring you until you'd see white.

Oh, what a sight. Imagine if any bystander would see their emperor, fully clothed and on his knees in front of his naked empress, his wife, writhing and pulsing with teary eyes and a gaping mouth crying and begging for more.

"More, more-"

"More what?!" He mockingly teases you, his voice reverberating against your warmth.

"I want your tongue on me. I want you to mouth fuck me."

Playing and pulling your clit as his mouth consumes you wholly, your essence dripping down his chin and spilling out his mouth, his pleasured groans and grunts vibrating against your cavern until he hits the very spot you've never discovered, unleashing an unabridged, unrestrained pleasure like you've never seen before.

Screaming, weeping, screeching, moaning so loudly, harshly until your throat went hoarse and you feel a stinging pain around your neck, seeing white like a string unleashed, pulled apart so far apart like galaxies scattered across the sky.

Crying his name over and over again like a prayer on your altar, blessing him with your holy water, your blessed essence, your sacred liquid, reaching your pleasure and losing consciousness until you regain your awareness on shaky knees and exhausted limbs, resting your head against his chest as he stands beside you with arms around your waist.

Taking slow, careful breaths before you push him down to his seat, ignoring the stinging sensation of your bare knees against the hard marble floor.

"You have to let me return the favour, Your Majesty." Your low, hoarse voice sounds sultry and seductive, even as your lightheadedness makes you flighty and clumsy.

Groaning in overwhelming lust, rolling his eyes back in pleasure as you tug off his buckles from his grey tailored pants with shaky fingers.

As the heavy, weighted cloth hits the ground, you lean forward eagerly with a wide mouth as your tongue swirls around the bottom of his pink, throbbing cock.

He groans with tight shut eyes as he reaches forward to pull on your hair forcefully, firmly tugging and scratching against the base of your scalp as you take him in fully into your mouth, moaning deliriously as his cock hits the back of your throat.

Circling and massaging both your hands against the base of his lengthy, girthy cock, twisting, pulling and circling to the sound of his pleasured cries and squeaks.

"Ah, fuck, how is your mouth so good? How the fuck did you do that!?"

As your nose hits his pelvic bone as you reach deeper and deeper, mentally noting to yourself in surprise at your unusual lack of gag reflex. Feeling your own pleasure pooling between your legs, you gobble, throb back and forth against his length until he comes explosively, generously filling your warm mouth with loads and loads of his thick, white essence.

As you reach the end of your gobbling and swallowing, you pull back and open your mouth as you rest your tongue against the bottom of his cock, relishing in his release before you eagerly drink up every drop.

His curls messily sticking to his forehead drenched in sweat as he rests an arm over his eyes as he recovers from his pleasure, he opens his eyes and meets you with a menacing, forceful look as he leans over to pull you over his lap.

Twirling your around to have your back facing against him, he pulls you down by your hips to sit on his thighs , next to his already hardening length.

"Since you want to be such a fucking tease, we'll do it this way."

You never want to admit how much you wanted this and you never knew. You never knew how much you wanted to be humiliated, insulted, treated so carelessly, so harshly unlike the glass figurine you were in a gilded cage in your ivory tower.

"Fuck me like this, you do the damn work. Face forward on this throne for everyone to see. Look at their empress, jolting, splintering, piercing herself in half on her Emperors cock."

Lowering yourself inch by inch on his length as either of your knee caps rest over his legs, you wince in slight pain before a wave of overwhelming passion and pleasure overcomes you.

"What are you waiting for, slut?!" He spits darkly at you, impatient with frantic, bouncing knees as you whips your thighs in punishment for leaving him wanting for so long.

You cry and babble as you grasp his forearms for support as you weakly try to find you footing. His fingers snake around your neck tightly, under your jaw and around your throat as your breath hitches and your arousal continues to grow.

The loss of air circulation no longer fills you with panic or fear, but excites you with a foreign glee you never knew you could even feel.

"Look at how desperate you are for my cock, how it's the only thing you think of, you live for. How it's the only thing keeping you alive. Like you were made for my cock, for my pleasure."

Raising up your knees and standing up slightly to position yourself over his standing cock, you slowly but surely adjust to his length before starting a constant rhythm riding his length.

You speed up as the symphonies of your moans and groans blur into one incomprehensible sound.

"Look at me. Then look there. Let them see their empress at work. Their empress creating the future, creating the future of the kingdom."

"The galaxy will be secure when you give me so many fucking heirs we'd fill every damn room in this gigantic palace. Beg for every single drop of my cunt, slut."

"I want you walking around butt naked, heavily pregnant and swollen, round with my child every waking second. You're either pregnant or I'm getting you pregnant when you're not."

You cried out loud in wanton list at the prospect, at the possibility of conceiving a child on this very throne. The future of the empire created for perhaps no one or everyone to see if they happened to pass by the empty throne room.

"Please, please- more."

"Beg." Always firmly, he commands as he impatiently begins thrusting upwards to meet your wavering hilts, as you increasingly slouch towards him as you begin to reach your second peak.

His fingers brush forward to your clit once more, ignoring your desperate pleas at how sensitive and rare your pussy felt after agonizing hours of brutal assault but he kept going, kept plummelint, kept fingering you until you would go numb.

"I want your baby. I want a fucking future emperor or empress right now, in my womb!" Raw and hoarse your voice went as you slammed down his dick until you could feel his tip brush against your cervix and you saw white just as he released into you.

You both relaxed and collapsed, defeated yet satisfied in your pleasures and fulfilled lists and desires. His chin rests on your shoulder, slightly ticklish with the faint feeling of growing facial hair underneath.

"I'm sorry. I should be treating you better- I should have never been so controlling-" Paul breaks the silence, recovering from his highs in horrified discovery at how brutally he treated you when he was consumed by his anger and lust.

You pull up weakly with your arms on his shoulders to get off his dick, whining at the loss of the physical bulge that he would brush over possessively as he spliced you open on his throne, with the teasing possibility for everyone and anyone to see with no restraint.

"Sh.. don't be sorry. You are right. I have failed to do my duty, and I really just want to spend more time with you. we definitely should seriously try for kids, not just because of the empire, but I want to talk about that with you. Besides, it was really hot." You shush him with a finger on his mouth, looking down shamelessly as you cover your body with your arms in the sudden realization at how clothless you were, yet your cheeks redden at your admission of something you had never said out loud, yet his smug smirk assures you otherwise.

"Oh yeah, you like that? I'll fuck you senselessly and for hours, days even months or years on end till I get you so pregnant, swollen with my child and bursting with milk. Get ready for that."

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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

house tour

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

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

husband! timothee chalamet x wife!reader

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

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

word count: 1.8k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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double trouble

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dad!timothée chalamet x mother!reader

hope you guys missed the twins au! this is super cute and I love this domestic soft parenting theme so please enjoy 🫂

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our lovely parents out for date night without the kids after a while. 💗

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user7 my parents I think

ynfanbase wait 🤔so if in the first years since yn had the twins they'd accompany timmy for his rare one year projects but now he hasn't accepted anything new sans the movies he's already filmed 👀

dunestimo ok you have a point 😭 word on the street says yn is gearing for her fashion comeback both on the runway and on the magazine

username972 omg what if she goes straight for vogue usa when ur that girl 😌

bestgirlyn when you comeback from ur hiatus after raising kids with thee timothee chalamet strong as ever as the fashion world's darling >>>

datuser even her maternity and post birth clothing was always on point 😭without when trying shed look so good

user789 timo house husband era soon🔜

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ynschalamet YN??!?! WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

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ynsbulgaria miss you too angel ❤️sending hugs and kisses to the fam

datuser whens the new album? also missed u on the runway queen

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back to work? missed the chaos.

user876 not yn posting an actual candid pic of her backstage

yourusername im ngl it can get real crazy backstage at fashion shows 😭😭never been one to sugarcoat

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papa timmy going on a walk with the twins in central park today! everyone was fairly skeptical and wanted to give the family the space but timo offered to take a few pics to the lucky fans who were so gracious/respectful.

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tchalamet do I have a dad bod yet? *drum hits to a lame joke*

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user233 see guys how being respectful to celebs pays off

fan197 when we don't treat them like wild animals and actual humans who deserve privacy like everyone else>>>>

ynsgermany omg where's yn

yn4ever she announced her comeback to the runway remember? the kids are a little older and tim is taking some time off to be with the two while mama is back, still on top of her game 😌

trolls8 he looks a little tired

usernamehere now can u stfu if you were a dad to twin toddlers you'd look tired too you old hag

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usernamehere if you wanna look tired i can give u a black eye or two you punk

odessamay I was the fan who took a pic with him here! he was so nice I felt shy to ask for a pic as I was also waiting for a bagel but he so kindly offered 🥺

laurieschalamet ooh what flavour of bagels did he get?

odessamay he got plain old cream cheese while he got some strawberry and cream bagels for yn!

ynsparadise yes I heard yn is still in nyc just having more meetings/photoshoots but she's not that far off from the kiddos

odessamay the kids are so cute clearly no one took pics of them to respect their privacy but they were so friendly and charming to the strangers they'd meet!! sometimes they were shy hiding behind their dad but they loved hugging/shaking others hands or even talking to them about anything ❤️

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first time on set since I had the twins. I admit it hasn't been the easiest and I was quieting down fears even as the cameras flashed. but to make it clear, I only look like this post childbirth bec of my genetics/natural physique, and the resources that allows me significant assistance during childbirth, running the household and a loving, dedicated staff whose main job is to keep me happy and healthy. Our bodies have done such a wonderful thing to bring a child to this world and you should treat your body kindly after, not push yourself to look a certain way after.

Your body changing after childbirth isn't a bad thing, if you don't wear the same pant size anymore, your organs rearranged differently or something changes colour or the stretch marks that form, everyone's body is different and let's celebrate that as long as it's not causing any significant harm, discomfort or illness to your lovely body.

I cannot thank the entire village who was by my side then and now when I welcomed my two little angels and the warm embrace as you've welcomed me back to the fashion world. To my muse, my partner, my other half @/tchalamet I cannot thank you enough for the love and sacrifice you've shown our family and I love love you so much mon amour.

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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fourth of july (you & I were fireworks)

the summer i turned pretty au.

timothee chalamet x fem!reader

warning(s): mentioned of sex, hookups, miscommunication, fear(s) of unrequited love, childhood friends, slow burn, loss of virginity, insecurity/comparison to previous partners, 18+ content

summary: the summer you glow up and become more attractive than ever, everyone wants you but you’ve always wanted the same person- timothee.

word count: 4.4k words

notes: i want to dedicate this to my friend and darling jen @thestarsaregivenonceonly , my beloved angel and sending her all the healing l, loving energy I can muster and to one of the first writers I encountered here.

and my muse, my twin flame, my idol the one and only @imnotoverlyobsessive, who writes so vigorously and passionately that I have so much to learn from her and can only admire her more and more daily.

please enjoy this! had lots of fun writing this <33 to all my MUTUALS, my darlings ,readers I've never met before, this is my song to you too. ❤️

It was the fourth of July

You and I were

you and I were fire, fire fireworks

that went off too soon

And I miss you in the June gloom too

It was the fourth of July

You and I were

you and I were fire, fire, fireworks

I said I'd never miss you, but I guess you'll never know

Where the bridges I have burned never really led home

On the fourth of July

Gentle touches, warm eyes, tequila nights, bonfires. As you descended upon Cousins Beach, it was like those years apart never mattered. You’ve been counting down the days your eyes would meet his again, glancing upon your calendar in late June fondly, yearning yet slightly fearful, anxious on what could go wrong.

When Timothee appears in front of you, it is nothing like what you have prepared yourself for. Shallow breathing, dilated eyes flickering between the space between your eyes and on your nose to your lips, words unspoken yet heavily hanging in the air.

You had no expectations that he, the mega movie star, would even want to associate with you when he was flying high with famous A-listers, but he came. He came for you.

In his unbuttoned, worn out dress shirt, he admires you in your flimsy, floral print sundress, hugging your curves perfectly in a way only he would appreciate. Eyes glossy as he twirls you to ogle you properly, emitting giggles from your pretty lips.

Strolling hand in hand, under the fairy lights and away from the maddening crowds, following the coarse, still warm sand under your bare feet as both of you set aside your shoes and sandals inside.

Drinks in hand as you danced and swayed to the music booming on the speakers from one of your friends being DJ for the night.

A swan, a late bloomer they called you. A caterpillar who took too long before she left her cocoon and flew as a butterfly. Your awkward phase lasted long before your adolescence and spilled over into your young adult years, but when you did - everyone could not help notice your beauty.

It was almost vain, even annoying and frustrating that people would only notice you now that you were physically attractive and fit into societal beauty standards, but he saw right through it all.

Even when the painful braces were on your teeth, hair untamed, wild and free, or acne were all over your uneven skin, Timothee still found his way by your side. Crawling on carpets, baby proofed to the nines, you had barely began to learn how to walk before you were reaching and yearning for Timmy’s only slightly older toddler self, quick on nimble feet, the pattering of little toes, a constant sound in his beachfront home.

I'll be as honest as you let me

I miss your early morning company

If you get me

You are my favorite "what if"

You are my best "I'll never know"

Tired, sleepy eyes yet blissfully happy as you watched the sunrise and let the evening pass into morning. Running around like children once again in the familiar beach, where so much has changed yet simultaneously stayed the same.

Your mothers were the best of friends, who swore their own children would be as bounded by their souls as much as they would be. From crawling toddlers and babies swaddled in wool blankets, you experienced every milestone in your lifetime in those summer months beside Timothee.

You learned to walk in his mother’s inherited vacation home by the coast in Cousins Beach, crawling and racing after the older Timothee who had been walking before you. Always speeding miles ahead of you, you always felt like you couldn’t keep up. He still made your breath catch, panting and breaking out of sweat trying to match his gangly, long legs.

It was as cliche as it could get- having a gigantic crush on your mother’s best friend’s older son but here you were. It felt like you never grew up, still as self-conscious, so eager to please, so attentive to keep his eyes on you.

You didn’t sleep the first night you were over at Cousins Beach, even after you dried up when he and his friends threw you into the cerulean blue cliffside pool, bleach burning into your eyes just the way you liked and the same bitter taste you remember as a little girl.

After passing out from a sleepless night, you wake up without him by your side, yet his warmth and glimpses of his perfume still trailing. Your heart breaks slightly, whimpering thinking he’s left you at your most vulnerable yet there is still hope.

Sneaking down the stairs, not wanting to wake up your moms drunk on champagne, you catch his sister about to leave for the same beach party and she excitedly brings you along with her, as if she was waiting for you before making it there.

Pulling down your brand new, too short mini sundress at its hem, you nearly regret buying it with your insistent, stubborn best friend Taylor who wouldn’t let you leave the store without it, but with the stares you get- it was worth it.

You’re no longer the awkward, gawky, out of place ugly girl you felt when you felt the warmth of the stares of the teenage boys and girls around you, either in awe of your beauty, jealousy or both.

Everyone wants to offer you a drink, valuable, contraband alcohol stolen from their parents cupboards, scarce for the night, just to get your attention. Yet when everyone wants to dance with you, talk to you or get to know you, the mysterious girl they apparently have never seen before on this island (you’ve been to this beachtown every summer since your birth, it’s just that puberty seemed to have blessed you in a way that even had them stunned)

Even swaying in the arms of another at this party with red plastic cups, you keep drawing your vision back to him. Even when you are smiling and giggling with another boy or girl in your company, you can feel the heat of his gaze from miles away.

Yet when you try to meet him half way, meet his intimidating glance with your own, he pulls away and pretends you’re not in the same room as him. And it fucking hurts, as much as you hate to admit it. It’s like he was ashamed of you or what?

When you get too close, when he flies too close to the sun, he pulls away. He always feared commitment, being tied down, missing out on the opportunities life could give a man as great as him. That he’d miss the crashing waves tied down by your anchor if he stuck by you.

Cramped up in his dark room while you were in the beach house, chatting with his mom, playing cards with his dad, swimming with his sister, it was like he never existed and it confused you, even when he would distance himself, you were only determined to come closer.

You hated how much he had a sway over you, a spell cast all over you subject to his whim. Pouring liquid courage down your throat, admiring its burn and bitter taste just to forget him, to get lost in your delusions, beyond the shallowness the party could provide you for the moment.

He would only go to you when it’s convenient, when it suited him, not when he had the rest of the world to his disposal, all on his knees for a quiver of his attention. Yet all of yours was touted towards him. And it sucked, wanting him and become just like everyone else. That you had to get in line, in the infinite queue towards him when you were there first before the line even existed.

Oh, I'm starting to forget

Just what summer ever meant to you

What did it ever mean to you?

His mom Nicole always said she felt that you were destined for her son, Timothee, the moment you were born. Pacifier in his mouth, wrangly curls chopped in a neat bowl cut as he was in his mother’s arms, clawing around her neck like a koala as they looked down on you lying peacefully in your cradle.

You hated the false hope you’ve been given with a chance with him, knowing he was always going to fall for another girl (or guy who knows) who just isn’t you. You’ll always be his younger sibling who he’d belittle, annoy and coo at just like you were little toddlers again.

“Are you seeing anyone right now?” It came out of your mouth before you could even fully think it through, scolding your own nosiness and persistent curiosity that you couldn’t fully itch.

Yet he nonchalantly shrugs. “Not at the moment. I’m not looking for anything serious or to commit to anyone. I can barely look after myself.”

A part of you wants to crumble into the ground, another is jumping for joy that he wasn’t in a relationship with anyone else, but that was the problem. He wasn’t looking for commitment from anything at the moment, and here come your dreams shot down before they could even fly.

You remember him smugly telling you about the time he lost his virginity to the girl he really liked, his first girlfriends, god his first heartbreaks. It always confused you how a guy so intelligent, so beautiful, so dynamic, so passionate, so loving- can have his heart broken so suddenly like a car crash out of nowhere.

And in a way, you understand why he’s so guarded now. No longer the boy who wore his heart on his sleeve, all open and raw for anyone to come hurt and attack anytime.

Sitting shotgun as he drives you towards the town to import last minute snacks from the mini shops for your mother’s annual holiday party, he puts on your favourite songs as if he still knows you so well like the years long ago.

You know he isn’t playing these songs for himself as these aren’t his cup of tea, but when you’re both singing along before you park alongside a convenience store to run out with tons of chips and pop sodas, it’s like you’re a bunch of silly teenagers again.

Yet when his eyeline meets yours, you shut down, looking away in fear, all those years, all those memories, pining after him hopelessly coming back again. Just when you think you’ve moved on, you’ve grown up from such behaviour, that you’ve washed yourself clean of his trace- you can still smell him on you.

“You look really good, Y/N.” He says earnestly, a look in your eye so familiar yet so new it scs you.

“That’s all people notice about me nowadays anyway. I figure out how to dress to my features and suddenly people actually notice i’m there. Well thanks guys.” you roll your eyes, hoping the sarcasm in your tone hides your insecurities rising to the surface.

Crossing your arms, you see him frown at you, and you’re confused on why he’s even more moved by this situation than you.

“It sucks they’ve only started to see what I’ve seen the entire time.”

“What?!” Your head whips around so fast you’re afraid you’ve gotten whiplash, and when his palm grips your shoulder, you needed to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.

“Yes, you’ve always been stunning Y/N. But there’s way more to you than just your looks. You’re beautiful, but so charming, intelligent, talented and so, so much more. Don’t let them get to you, Y/N, alright? You’ve never cared what others think, why start now?”

“Well, um, thanks for that pep talk, I guess? Thanks for that but I don’t know. I always said I didn’t give a fuck about that, but it gets to me sometimes, you know?” You hated how self conscious you were again after years of building yourself up, voice quivering like a petulant child again.

He reaches over from the driver’s seat, embracing you in a comforting hug, his pillowy lips pecking gently over where you’re neck meets your shoulder, and maybe he has seen through all of it, the veneer, the show, the appearances, even when you thought he’d only notice you now that you got hot and had a glow up out of nowhere, even much later than you expected.

Later that week, you see a pretty girl who looks nothing like you and has everything you aren’t sneak out from his bedroom, and your heart shatters in a million pieces and you wish you never seen such a thing, a fellow debutante with everything you could only dream of but him.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it

I just got too lonely, lonely, whoa

In between being young and being right

You were my Versailles at night

Fireworks in hand, holding sparks in the darkness as the sun has long set, only the island lights aflame, but your heart beat in a hundred miles per hour, cheeks rosy and your palms fidgeting as you ran around by the coast, colours exploding into the sky like the tension that could be cut through with a knife.

Sand stuck between your toes as he chases after you like a game of tag, your giggles and shrieks of delight drowned out by the explosions that echo so loud like the drum beating in your ribcage.

Painted in specks of white, red, and blue, with splotches of yellow galaxies of stars here and there, you are a dream to be beholden in your spaghetti strapped all-white dress, sun kissed skin inviting and tempting.

His hands hover all over yours, exploring curiously as he whispered sweet, honeyed words to your amusement, teasing, pulling back, enticing then tempting him to get him to want more.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” You knew what you had with him would change forever, things would never be the same after this moment. And you wouldn’t care for anything else in the world no matter how this turns out.

He leads you towards the cottage by the villa, an intimate, separate hut extending from the garden and leading into the ocean, seaside with wooden benches built on either side, mahogany hued roof, and reclining sun beds soft to the touch.

Feeling feverish as he tugs you along excitedly, the warmth of his rough, large, domineering hands, you can’t shake off the excitement coursing through your veins, and know your teenage self would be in disbelief that such a situation had even occurred.

“I’m a virgin. Still. Haven’t I told you this?”

“You, you?” He tilts his head in disbelief, and you wish you could wipe off that expression on his face. You wish he’d be mocking you in pity instead, but he’s in such shock.

“I don’t want you to pity me, or get me checked off your list of virgins you’ve deflowered or whatever-”

“Wait, wait, that isn’t true. I want you, wholly. Whatever has happened in the past, I don’t care but I just want you, as you are, as you’ve always been.”

“And besides, I’m surprised a catch like you, the entire fucking package, hasn’t gotten some is unbelievable to me.”

Gaze hovering over your lips, breathing so hard you can feel like minty breath, cool against the warmth of your neck. Eyes flickering as if asking for permission to come even closer, lips ghosting over yours.

With a nod, he was yours and crashing his mouth into yours, kissing you with such a ferocity, intensity that you had never seen from him, like he had saved it for you.

Like a crashing wave, he takes you to heights you’ve never reached before, engulfing you in a bliss you want to electrify into your brain, into every fibre of your being.

The straps of your dress fall down your shoulder blades, as he takes off his shirt to admire you with darkened eyes.

As your dress falls to the ground, he engulfs you in another all-consuming kiss, as you nervously fumble with his swim trunks, feeling his hardness against your thigh already. When you reach towards his member, he pushes you away with an assuring hush, hooking your bra off effortless with nimble fingers while the other tugs down your underwear in one, swift push.

Guiding you against the cool ground of the private villa, you lay on your back, observing him with yearning, yet fearful eyes, so unsure and afraid yet trusting simultaneously.

“Do you want this, my girl? Can I please you, worship you, please? Say no and I will pull away from you completely-” He begs so desperately, so weakly like you control him spell binded, yet still so aware of your boundaries and consent.

Shaking your head, you could never refuse. “Wanted this more than anything. I always wanted it to be with you.”

Parting your legs firmly with a possessive grasp, he licks up around your inner thighs teasingly, making you cry in desperation, before he lunges into your folds voraciously, inserting finger after finger slowly as his muscle swallows your essence like a golden, precious elixir.

He makes you reach your peak at least three times before reaching down for another passionate kiss, fondling, pinching at your nipples and massaging your breasts before he sucks on either breast so intensely you’re afraid that in your sensitivity, you will reach another orgasmic state.

For the first time in your life, you’ve never been so sure of something. Reaching towards his cock so confidently, like you owned him, he groans in satisfaction with deep shut eyes, crumbling like dominoes with your gentle touch.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yes, yes. Of course.”

“And i’m on protection, as well.”

Forearms on either side of your head, skin flush against yours, rushed breaths as he shakingly guides himself into you slowly, so gloriously, so carefully not to hurt you, and you moan so loudly you forget yourself and lose yourself to your senses.

Knees determinately holding him forth against the hard ground as he thrusts inside and outside of you so devotedly, so vehemently as if nothing separates you from him, him from you and you become one.

When he meets his climax, he meets your eyes intentionally, as if wanting to tie his soul to yours and letting the gates flood open in a way he had never let anyone in. As you bask in the afterglow in his arms, as he pulls out and lays beside you with a firm arm around your shoulder, you had never felt so vulnerable, so raw in your life.

With those longing stares in your eyes as he catches your breath, wanting to say so much but not being able to utter a single word in admiration for your beauty, your candidness after such exchange of throes of passion. He smooches you all consumedly once again.

My 9 to 5 is cutting open old scars

Again and again 'til I'm stuck in your head

Head my downward spiral, never mind I'll be drowned

And I'm the holy water you have been without

You ignore his calls, his texts. Heck, you could barely look his mom in the eye when she speaks to you when you live in her home, for goodness sake! Returning to your bedroom the morning after, you want to shower off every reminder of his scent, of his essence, but he is so ingrained into your being, a longstanding owner of your heart it was to no hope.

A few trust fund boys had asked you out from town when you were invited to a sleepover by one of the private school girls who usually went to the Hamptons at this time of the year.

With flower crowns adorning your pretty hair, your hair half-braided up and the other half let down loose, you were the centre of attention after years of being the wilting wallflower, and it felt nice for a change.

Their mansions and vacation homes furnished lavishly by their barely home parents, hoping the money and wealth could mask their absences and inability to control their lonely, wild children with too much at their disposal and no one telling them no at any turn.

As you were snacking by the cold boxes of ordered pizza by the island kitchen at those marble countertopped homes, you came across an old friend whom you had lost touch with. Tom, or Thomas Holland, was his name.

You were in middle school when you met him at the Roman themed council Model United Nations conferences, when your chosen character was one of his allies for the scheme you were all dared to solve, ending with him winning Best Delegate at the end of the night, and having made you as a new friend.

Hailing from England, it was unsurprising for you to lose contact from him because of the Atlantic that separated you from each other, and with as forgetful as kids can be, losing emails and phone numbers was why you haven’t seen him for so long, but it was like you hadn’t been apart.

Every time you would reminisce on old stories and catch up on life, from his siblings, his amature golf career, everything felt so easy and effortless. So unlike whatever was looming between you and Timothee at the moment.

His mother was in town because she was on the Alumni Committee for the town’s debutante ball, and you snuck out with him at parties and barbecues after day long meetings and information sessions on this year’s deb season.

Nicole and your mother had organized for you to go to this year’s debutante ball, even if your mother never raised you on the idea of it the summers you grew up here, but you couldn’t refuse. Every boy at those parties wanted to be your escort for the night, proposals and requests falling left and right like abundant rain fall, yet you gracefully turned them down because you knew it felt wrong.

‘What the fuck are you doing here, Y/N”

“I’m allowed to have fun too, Mr. Big Shot Movie Star! Just because I’m not always perched on to you like some loyal pet, doesn’t mean I can’t have a life outside of you.”

“You won’t talk to me, I’ve tried to contact you but you won’t respond back to me-”

“Why don’t you get that I don’t want to talk to you right now, Timothee. Please…”

“Did last night really mean nothing to you?”

“..Yes.”

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not!” You were yelling, screaming at him for everyone to hear for all you can, but these were the lies you were telling yourself to find peace.

You sob into your pillows until it soaks through that night, eyes swollen as you toss and turn in your sheets, clutching your blanket but nothing could hide the sorrow that came over you.

Tom had asked to be your escort for the night and go on an official date as you watched whales with his binoculars, feeling the sting on his behalf no matter how kindly you tried to refuse his feelings and want to stay friends.

You could not ignore how his face fell at your rejection, but with a kind, knowing nod as he accepts it and wishes to stay in your life by any means, even if he could not have your heart but remain a trusted friend.

“It was all him, wasn’t it? Timothee?”

“What- what do you mean? He’s just a childhood friend-”

“Everyone knows what you feel for him, Y/N. It’s okay, I’ve accepted it long ago, I just wanted to hear it and confirm it for myself. He doesn’t want anyone else but you either. So please, for my sake, be happy and go for him.”

And all my thoughts of you

They could heat or cool the room

And now don't tell me you're fine

Oh, honey, you don't have to lie

I wish I'd known how much you loved me, hmm

I wish I cared enough to know, um, hmm

I'm sorry every song's about you

The torture of small talk

with someone you used to love

“I need you.” By the shore of his beachfront home, sand clinging to your skin and the tang of saltwater crashing into waves pouring into your every fibre of being, he poured his heart out to you desperately, still wracking heart wrenching sobs that pulled at your own heartstrings.

“I don’t want you to need me. I want you to want me.” You firmly insist, impatient of all the waiting and sick of playing all his games.

“I’ve liked you all of these years, Y/N. I just never thought you could see me that way. I thought I could numb that away by being around others, seeing others, but all I could see was that they weren’t you-’

“You don’t mean that- Don’t lie to me-”

“I would never.

“I’ve had a crush on you for years, since I was a little girl, for as long as I remember. Could you not see that? Don’t go to me just because I’m available, because you pity me-”

“Don’t ever say such bullshit again, Y/N..I’ve wanted no one but you! No one else can do it for me, I wish you could see that. Give us a chance please, I can’t go on like this..pretending like we aren’t meant to be, like you don’t love me as much as I do to you.”

“Then who was that girl?”

“What girl?”

“The girl leaving your room the other month. Who was she to you?”

“She was no one. I had to turn her down because it was just a careless fling to me to forget you, but she liked me. I have never talked to her since that night, I promise.”

Against your better judgment, you jump into his arms and kiss him passionately, fervently like it was the last thing you would do on earth. Your lips sucking over his, your tongue hovering and exploring his mouth wildly, you two were like fireworks.

Gone too soon, shone too bright all at once. Even with all the sparks, the tension, the passion, the red, burning sensations, shades hued brightly in red, only about him. Shades of red paled in comparison to the raging thunderstorm that courses in your system when it came to him, as he did to you.

You were his sparkling explosions against his landscape of the dark, galaxy star studded sky. Forever had you imprinted into his skin, into his bloodstream, only you, tasting you, feeling you, loving you forever.

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safe space

caregiver! timothée chalamet x little!reader

warning: mentions of trauma, completely sfw, communication of boundaries clearly/consultation with medical professionals/licensed therapists

word count: 666 words (i laughed when i found out dw)

notes: this series will mostly be sfw but there will be a few chapters that will be communicated about thoroughly beforehand about boundaries & checking in with professionals before any sexual role-playing between reader as a little and timothee as the caregiver/daddy (warnings for those chapters will be given beforehand I promise)

each chapter can be read alone and the sexual ddlg special chapters can be avoided in the series if it weirds you out/not your thing.

basically reader has a lot of trauma and shares with timothee how she's been sharing this with a therapist and uses age regression to heal their inner child. this is a prologue and introduction before the actual episodes of agere. ❤️

again, even if you’re on my tag list or fan of my previous works but don’t feel like reading this/uncomfortable, you don’t have to read through it, please and thanks. only read what ya want, love ya.

prologue.

“What’s this?”

You froze, felt like all the blood in your body left you cold, and wished the shame that came over you to wash you out completely then.

“What are you talking about-oh.” “Oh that’s right. As if the gods couldn’t curse you more today, Timothee had accidentally discovered your previously hidden stash of bibs, plushies, pacifiers, and colourful baby doll themed clothes that looked like complete outsiders to your daily wardrobe.

“Is this the part where you tell me you had a secret kid you haven’t told me about?” He asks, holding up the lacey material of the frilly pink dress, confusion etched on his pretty features.

“I-ah- I age regress.” You stammer, watching him nervously, cowering in case he decided to walk out that very second but genuine concern and curiosity is all you get from him.

“Oh- what’s that?” He tilts his head, eyes shining under your bedroom light and you regret doubting his reaction there and then.

“I haven’t talked much about this yet, but earlier in my life, way before I met you- I went through a lot of trauma and pain, and as a healthy way to cope and heal from that, I basically transform into a young kid again to self-soothe and coddle my inner child. I didn’t want to spring this on you as you’d think I’m childish or ridiculous, but I healthily set boundaries and discuss this with my licensed therapist so I’m not doing this all by myself-”

He cuts you off with a firm, yet protective hug, his scent pleasant to your senses as he engulfs you with his warmth, feeling your skin against his as he massages you with comforting circles on your lower back and peppers dainty pecks with his plush lips.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, my angel. I know you’ve told me your childhood wasn’t the easiest or the best, but it makes me so proud to see you making the efforts to recover from them. You’re so strong, mon amour.” His soothing cooing voice with a tinge of pity turns your teary eyes into a waterfall as you bawl into his chest, like a string pulled from underneath you and he panics seeing you so deflated, yet simultaneously relieved.

“I-I hope I didn’t say anything to hurt you? I do not know much about how I can support you on this, but I’ll do my research whenever you have these episodes okay? And I’ll talk to your therapist, would you like that?” You nod as he raises your chin with his fingers, looking you straight into your eyes you wonder if he can pierce through your soul while he’s at it.

“No, no you didn’t - I’m just so fucking relieved, I was afraid I would be a burden to you.”

“You would never. You’re by my side through thick and thin when I have a hard time right. You wouldn’t let me suffer on my own?”

“I would never!” You fumed in anger just at the prospect of him hurting all alone and not being by his side when he needed it most.

“So I would easily do the same for you. No question. So let me know when you feel like one of your episodes is starting, ok?”

“Hmm. To be clear, I don’t always do this and I don’t expect you to do everything for me around the house and use it as an excuse. When I do, I’m in a certain space and set clear boundaries of what I need that time, a caregiver to help feed me sometimes, colour with me, play with toys and just basic human kid things. Is that okay?”

“That’s totally okay with me, darling. I’ll be your caretaker and giver, alright?”

You cuddled for the rest of the night, watching your favourite movies growing up as a child, in your unicorn, bright pastel and neon fluffy blanket and dug into your stash of candy cravings.

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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can't do better.

FAKE INSTA.

fc: rosé of blackpink

timothée chalamet x kpop idol fem! reader

notes: been awhile and stayed in my drafts for a bit but hope y'all like it ❤️

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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hypeboy.

timothée chalamet x kpop idol!reader

fc: rosé of blackpink

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

as always requests are open, please flood my inbox with requests, messages or just anything of how your day/night is going ❤️

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timmy on set in london today!! the bodyguards were stopping him from greeting fans today but he was able to sneak in for a bit and grab some gifts before they caught up to him 😭😭

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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moon song.

FAKE INSTA.

FC: rose of blackpink

kpop idol fem! reader x timothée chalamet

hi everyone - the long awaited marriage blurb? sorry it took so long I did hit a bit of a creative block and felt it could get too repetitive and I'd run out of ppl to interact without it becoming shallow/boring so enjoy!

please comment and interact it means the world to me. like, reblog, comment and follow me if you want to see more content from me. mwah!

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rehearsals

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it's official- actor timothée chalamet and singer-actress y/n l/n have tied the knot during their star studded destination wedding. photos are sparsely being released by the ultimate private couple but can you spot any other celebrities partying at this event of the season?

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someone sent in this spotting of a number of a-list celebrities in a private resort in the south of France who are all gathered for the dress rehearsal before the well-awaited Timothee and Y/n wedding this weekend. tune in and check out our new podcast episode!

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