everythingunderthestarss

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sorry i left u on read i didn’t mean to open it

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i like describing people i find attractive as “dreamy.” makes me feel like a teenage girl in the 1950s cutting pictures out of movie magazine to decorate my vanity table

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you’re telling me there are people who listen to music and DON’T use it as the soundtrack for the intense cinematic daydream plot they’ve always got playing in the back of their head???

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extraordinary

pairing: timothee chalamet x singer!reader

summary: timothee has always found his girlfriend, who’s voice is sweet like honey, to be quite extraordinary.

okay i literally suck because this took FOREVER to post so i’m so sorry to the person who requested this. also i didn’t proofread it that much because i’m lazy :)

At the music studio

“Run through the song one more time,Y/N” her manager said through a sigh. she had attempted to record her new songs at least thirty times in the last 20 minutes. Her ears were turning a crimson red as the large black headphones pushed down onto her ears and irritated them. Timothee sat outside the box beside the worker working on the soundboard. It was nearing midnight. y/n had been singing all day and he could hear it in her voice. The once soft voice that could cure world hunger was slowly turning raspy and choked up. This is what the fans didn’t see. The copious amounts of hours and sore throats that went into recording a song to put on streaming services. Timothee could see the exhaustion floating behind her irises and wanted nothing more than to wrap her up and take her to bed. He knew she wouldn’t let him. The only thing y/n cared more about than her music and her fans, was Timothee himself.

“Got it.” y/n said through a clearly forced smile. There were dark circles taking home under her big eyes and small mascara smudges only added to the sunken and tired look.

She ran through the song a final time and her manager must have deemed it good enough as he packed up his small briefcase that held copious amounts of contracts, documents, and schedules. y/n was convinced her short and stout manager only thought through schedules and had never heard of a night out.

“Okay you’re good for the night” Her manager said. “I want you back here next week. I know this sucks, but your whole EP has to be done in a few months. Including advertisements.” Her manager made his way into the box as y/n got up and progressed towards the door. y/n stumbled towards the door visibly exhausted. Her manager gave her a quick hug and quickly pointed at Timothee. “You.” He said. Timothee quickly averted his eyes away from his sleepy girlfriend and put them towards the manager looking at him. “Make sure she eats and gets some sleep” The short man said to Timothee.

“I always do,” Timothee said through a grin as he approached y/n and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She let her head lull back on to his shoulder finding comfort in the familiar warmth of his arms

y/n released a breath that felt as if it had been trapped in her chest since she started recording. She let out a sigh of relief and rubbed her eyes, pulling more of the black substance on her eyelashes down to her under eyes and the apple of her cheeks. “I can take care of myself guys” y/n said through a yawn.

“C’mon, mon amour.” Timothee said as he guided her to her bag. He grabbed a tall yeti that had been filled with water and ice from the beginning of the day. “Also if you’re going to bring water you should maybe try drinking it. I don't know, just a thought.” Timothee said with a sarcastic tone embedded under his voice. “Drink up you’ve been singing for the past like ten hours.”

“7. Not 10” y/n said with a roll of her eyes at his dramatics.

“Oh, cause that's so much better.” Timothee said through a soft sarcastic scoff. His eyes softened as his tired girlfriend yawned yet again and let out a few coughs from all the wear and tear that was put on her throat.

y/n shot a quick thank you to the young boy working on the soundboard as she left the building. Timothee held her bag for her and had his arm wrapped around her tired frame. He felt every stumble she made through her tired demeanour.

Timothee approached y/n’s car and first opened the back door throwing her bag in the backseat and then the passenger's seat. y/n gave him a look as if waiting for him to get into the car because she was the one who drove here and it was her car.

Timothee let out a sweet laugh. “Bubba, if you think i’m letting you drive then you’re crazy. C’mon I’ll get a blanket from the trunk so you can cuddle up.” Y/n stared at him for a moment thinking about how much she didn't want to drive but also thinking about how she didnt want Timothee to have to drive. Timothee approached her with a small grin. “I’ll even give you aux, lovey” He said and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

Y/n’s favorite thing in the world was probably having aux. She adored listening to music in the car almost as much as she adored Timothee. Hint: almost. That was all she had to hear as her tired feet padded over to the passengers seat. Timothee went to the trunk and pulled out a creme fuzzy blanket and passed it to his sleepy girlfriend. He watched as she cuddled up in the small car and plugged her phone into the aux. She immediately played “Fine Line” by Harry Styles and let the sweet strums of the instrumentals lull her to an even more sleepy state.

“I wouldn’t be shocked if you left me for Harry, love” Timothee laughed as he started the car and made sure she was buckled before buckling his own.

Y/n let out a sleepy giggle simply stating “Never.”

A huge smile adorned Timothee’s face as he began driving away. “Where do you want to go eat?”

Y/n let out what sounded like a whine. “M’ sleepy. I’ll eat tomorrow”

“Will go to sonic. It’s the only thing I can think of that’s open right now.” Timothee said ignoring Y/n’s prior phrase.

Y/n didn’t even respond as she lulled deeper into a near sleep state. Letting the twists and turns of the small car calm her down.

…

“Babe, eat your food.” Timothee said slightly laughing.

At this point y/n and Timothee were sat on their long couch in the flat. Y/n found leaving small kisses all over Timothee’s face much more entertaining than the small cup of fries and chicken nuggets.

“I’m nervous for my EP to come out.” Y/n changed the topic so quickly Timothee eyebrows furrowed suddenly but he quickly pulled them back up as he looked at y/n’s big orbs staring up at him.

“Why love?” Timothee said in concern.

“What if they don’t like it” She said in reference to the fans.

“Who cares if they don’t like it” Timothee said as if it was that simple.

Y/n slowly burrowed herself into his side leaving no response for Timothee as they ate their food. By the time he was done eating, Y/n had completely fallen asleep in the small space under his arm. He slowly removed her from his side so he could clean up the little mess that they made. He looked over at his girlfriend sleeping peacefully on the couch and couldn’t help but let a smile grace his face from the pure adoration he held for her.

Timothee quietly walked back to the couch and bent down next to his sleeping girlfriend. He placed a soft kiss on her eyebrow “I adore you, lovey” He said as he quickly picked her up to take her back to bed.

Concerts

“Timothee, I’m really nervous” Y/n said loudly over the screaming fans.

“Baby, you got this. You’re voice is comparable to literal angels” Timothee said as he kept a calm demeanor to ground his shaking girlfriend. “I’m gonna be right here the whole time. This is what you’ve been waiting all your life for” He said as he clutched her face in his hands rubbing small circles on her heavily blushed cheekbones

Y/n’s eyes held a determination in them but Timothee could see the fear sinking into her skin. He quickly kissed her head. “You are extraordinary, Y/n Y/l/n” Timothee spoke with a sweet smile on his face. “You’re not gonna let a little crowd scare you, are ya?”

Y/n shyly shook her head no while a smile crept up on her face.

“I would never want to end this perfectly adorable moment between you two, but you my dear…” Y/n’s manager approached her quickly pointing at her. “...Have a bunch of people out there who are dying to hear your voice that is comparable to…? What did you say it was comparable to?”

Timothee stifled a laugh at your manager's shenanigans. “Angels. Your voice is comparable to angels.”

“Mhm. Wow. Poetic. Beautiful. Could most definitely write a book about your guys’ love for one another.” The short manager said sarcastically. He wasn’t being mean and in no way meaning offense. If anything, it was funny. He guided Y/n’s shoulder to her entrance point to the stage. “I don't planning on writing that book until after you show your angel pizazz and whatnot to the 40,000 people sitting out there.”

Y/n quickly adjusted her black skirt and purple top. She looked back at Timothee for any form or reassurance. She quickly realized that even if he did say something she wouldn't be able to hear him. Her manager's pushing had already created too much space between her and Timothee for any of his quiet comforting words to travel through her ears.

Timothee cupped both hands around his mouth to be as loud as possible. “Remember Y/n Y/l/n, you are extraordinary.”

Y/n was able to hear him that time. She turned her head back to him with a smile and mouthed a quick “I love you”

She then went on a stage and put on the performance of a lifetime that people could only describe in one word. Extraordinary.

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y’all saying BLM for one situation just don’t sit right with me, it goes beyond police brutality!!! it’s Black women dying at a higher rate during childbirth. it’s Black people being exposed to COVID-19 at a higher rate. it’s Black people being forced into low income communities. it's Black people being denied job opportunities due to the name on their applications. it's Black people being denied into higher institutions despite having the same qualifications as their non-Black counterparts. it's Black people having their creations and ideas stolen without being given credit simply because a good percentage of society still believes in 2020 that Black people are not creative enough or smart enough or skilled enough. this isn't just about police brutality. this is deeper than that.