#baby Timothée

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothee Chalamet at the "Interstellar" LA premiere on October 26, 2014. 🔭✨🔭✨🔭

“I saw [Interstellar] 12 times in theaters and IMAX. I saw it and I loved it, but then I went home to my dad and wept for an hour. I just figured my part was bigger or something. I don’t know. They didn’t even cut anything. I just figured…I don’t know what I figured.”

-Timothée Chalamet, Actors on Actors-2018

[amirasainz]

heyy !! I absolutely got HOOKED on baby!sainz reader and I'd like to ask you to write a fic about baby sainz when she's in a new relationship with an unproblematic celebrity (your choice) and the grid and the grid and her brother want them to break up by framing her boyfriend cus they think nobody is good enough for her. but she is actually happy and it's her first healthy relationship and when she finds out about what they did she is very upset with them and in the end Reyes scolds Carlos for ruining her relationship and tells him to go and fix it (ikkk its veryyy long ;] )

I'm back!!!! I changed this request a little bit but I hope you still like it.

Guys I got the notification that some request went lost on their way to me. Please, feel free to send me your request again, and I will writeit as soon as possible.

Enjoy reading and let me know if you have some whishes.

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!!

20-Step plan

When Amira Sainz and Timothée Chalamet officially announced their relationship, they didn’t just break the internet, but also the Formula 1 paddock. As usual in such situations, the drivers already had a 20-step plan. A few months ago, the drivers all prepared the plan, like some might prepare for an apocalypse. So when the perfect time arrived, the drivers set their plan into motion. Don’t get them wrong, of course they want Amira to be happy. However, in their eyes, no man was the one for Amira, even if Timothée was one of the most unproblematic actors in Hollywood. So after a “how-to-get-the-two-of-them-to-break-up-and-cheer-Amira-up-afterwards” meeting, the plan was set into motion.

Everything was going smoothly. They got to know Timothée when Amira and he visited the paddock in Canada. Then, they made sure that they spent more time around the couple. After some time, they took them partying, even going so far as only going with Timothée partying. They wanted to test his loyalty. They started little rumors about Timothée, talked with him about his exes in front of Amira, even making “innocent” assumptions about him and his co-workers. Even though nothing fazed the couple, the plan went smoothly. Until it didn’t.

“Carlos, I just feel wrong,” stated Charles. Lando, Carlos, George, Alex, and Oscar turned to their Monegasque friend after hearing his tone. Charles was deathly pale, his hands shaking. “Mate, are you okay?” asked George. “Yeah, you look horrible,” added Oscar. “Don’t worry Charles, you can help with the next step when we—” before Lando could finish his sentence, Charles exploded. “No. NO! No more us sabotaging your sister’s relationship. No more starting rumors. No more plan. I’m done with this.” Charles’ outburst made all his friends stare at him, shocked. “Guys, don’t you see how happy they are? How in love they are?” He looked at all of his friends who at least had the decency to look down. “Percival, we are just making sure that Amira is—” “No, Carlos. We are trying to ruin something that is beautiful. We all just want Amira to be happy and comfortable. And if she feels that way with Timothée by her side, then we just have to accept that.” After a moment, he continued: “If you guys want to continue, then fine. But every action has consequences.” With that, he left the room, making the other five share some looks with each other.

What they were unaware of was that Amira was standing in front of the door. She heard the whole “plan” they had and what their next step would be. Before one of the men could say anything, the door opened. They were met with Amira’s disappointed face, tears shining in her eyes. “Hermosa, what are you doing here?” asked Carlos. The moment he saw his sister, he stood up from his chair. “Carlos, what have you done? What have you all done? Why… why are you doing this to me?” Immediately, all of the drivers tried to defend themselves, while also trying to console Amira. “You know what? Save it. I don’t want to hear anything.” With that, she left the room, leaving the rest of the drivers speechless behind.

It took the drivers three months and a lot of apology gifts for Amira to forgive them. Timothée, who heard everything from his beautiful girlfriend, also convinced her to forgive the drivers after seeing how miserable they were. So after the three months, everything was like it used to be. Amira got treated like a princess and all of them are still in love with her.

Bonus (+)

When Carlos walked into the kitchen, he was met with the sight of his mother, one shoe in her hand. “Carlos, sit down,” Reyes ordered sternly. After a moment of hesitation, he sat down. “Amira told me what you did. I am more than disappointed in you, young man.” “But mamá—” “Did I say you could speak?” she rhetorically asked. After sensing he wasn’t going to say anything, she continued. “As punishment, I will take away your phone and you will sit in the chair in the corner, thinking about what you did wrong.” “Ay, mamá. I am nearly 30 years old. You can’t…” He fell quiet after seeing his mother slowly raising the shoe. “…But some self-reflecting will definitely do me some good,” he whispered, before slowly sitting down in the “I-behaved-bad” chair.

[thickania]

I'm going to try to be as nice as I can. If you are having full on meltdowns and panic attacks because Chris Evans got married, please seek out for a psychiatrist. And if you consume so much media, if your life revolves around a celebrity to that extent, turn off the computer, lay off the fanfic, stop consuming media with them, stop consuming fanfiction. Just stop it.

Chris didn't sell you any fake image, the fans who were here before marvel, we knew about his frat guy personality, he openly talked about what part of a woman's body he found it attractive, he openly talked about how he's always thinking inappropriate jokes, y'all made a imaginary version of him, and then got upset when he didn't fit that image. People are not a piece of paper, they are multifaced, he can easily be a party frag guy and a family guy. It's not an impossible thing,

I'm not trying to be mean, I'm genuinely worried for some of y'all. I'm going to tag this with every male celebrity with a heavy female audience and fanatics that I can think of, because it's becoming ridiculous and scary.

I was here in the 2010s, when fandom was at one of its peaks, I saw girls leaking each other's address because of fandom wars, I had my number leaked, just because I made fun of One Direction at the time, I saw girls stepping over each other at events just to get a peak of their favorite singer or actor, y'all are acting just the same, but this time is way worse, because a lot of you are full grown ass adults. I saw people threatening to hurt themselves because of this marriage. I heard that Pedro Pascal was stalked a few weeks ago, people are having public meltdowns because of Timothée Chalamet, there's still people stalking Henry's girlfriend. There are still people dissecting every single move that Zawe does. Seek professional help. Stop consuming fanfiction, don't just decrease the quantity, stop consuming it for at least 3 months.

I don't know when y'all will understand they are actors, singers, models, they are here to sell a product so we can consume their product. We can enjoy a little harmless fun sometimes, we can imagine what it would be like to be next to them, or date them, be their friend, we can imagine that, but there's a point where you have to back up, rethink your life choices and see what's missing in your life. Please seek help, immediately

[roxygen22]

ROXY'S MASTERLIST

All works are fictional and are solely for entertainment purposes.

Star Wars

Stretch Marks

Karaoke Headcanons

Wonka (2023)

My Little Cocoa Bean series (ongoing)

Willy Wonka and reader start a family of their own. "Bun in the Oven" was the start, and I've been writing around it since. These are written out of chronological order as ideas come to me. Ben/Bean's age noted in ().

Boxes (prequel)

Bun in the Oven - Part 1 (unborn)

Bun in the Oven - Part 2 (newborn)

Family Business (6 months)

Sniffles (2 years)

Boats and Babies (3 years)

Paper (3/17 years)

ABCs (4 years)

Little Sister (4 years)

Babysitter (5 years)

First Day of School (5 years)

Brownie (7 years)

Bottled Up (12 years)

Lily (15 years)

Timothée Chalamet

Wish

Chart (+ bonus)

Still Here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Still Here (Extra Scenes): +1, +2

Collapse

Hold Me

Spicy

Can't

Stay With Me

Safe

Overheated

Misophonia

Late

Nap

Sweat

Roll With It

Bug

Like Father, Like Daughter

I Need You (Hal)

Weakness (Paul)

As long as I breathe (Paul)

Awful (Yule)

Trembling (Yule)

Pharmacy (Yule)

Anywhere (Lee)

Thunder (Lee)

On Edge (Lee)

Too Loud (Wonka)

On the House (Wonka)

Thanks to You (Laurie)

[timotheecontent]

Timothée Chalamet as Daniel Middleton and Maika Monroe as McKayla Strawberry HOT SUMMER NIGHTS (2018) Dir. Elijah Bynum

[wulfhalls]

he about to change the whole world (thru religious fanaticism and autocracy)

[agapintheskin]

Timothée for Apple TV

[lajaramillo25]

We do precisely what they - the K clan - want; go crazy and weave theories around what they publish. Am I seriously reading people going crazy over a marriage proposal that hasn't happened yet? Keep calm and be Charmie 💙💚

[eyluvu]

Want to introduce him to agere and just hold him and watch mlp episodes to heal him

[lilmaymayy]

EXCUSE ME😧😧😮‍💨

[chalamet-chalamet]

3/1/2024-New IG profile pic, post and story ✨

[saoirse-ronan]

Timothée Chalamet talks about Bones and All

[somethingmagnificent]

ZENDAYA & TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET iconic duo // red carpet fashion moments that slay Dune: part one & part two

[scftpcws]

BEST ONE YET | W.W

The Wonka story that you (a five of you) have been waiting for!!

This was actually so fun to write. I love him sooooo much man!! he’s so pookie wookie.

Anywaaaayyys… lemme stfu.

SFW! Warnings: None

“What is he doing?” Noodle watched Willy intently as he scrambled quickly between various items on his desk.

“He’s been sat like that for hours, Miss Noodle.” Lofty sighed, walking closer toward her as they stared at Willy. His hands scribbled quickly in a small notebook he had laid on the table. His hands moving to his tousled brown locks every few minutes to run his fingers through it, almost as if to pull an idea from the roots of his hair.

But he had none.

He had been working for hours, frantically wracking his brain, creating ‘new’ ideas, ultimately scrapping them because they didn’t seem right. It’s like every creative bone in his body had shut down and it was infuriating. He needed something new, and he needed it now. It was like everything he came up with already existed in his shop and all new ideas were either remakes of old ones or just compl unfeasible. Flying chocolate? He had that. Chocolate that made your life feel like a musical? he had those too. Giraffe milk macaroons that made you feel confident? Already got them.

He felt useless. He needed something better. Something new that people would enjoy, but he couldn’t seem to come up with anything for the life of him.

He sighed deeply, resting his head against the small wooden table in his workshop underneath the Wonka Chocolate Factory. Noodle looked at him pitifully and walked to where he had slumped in his chair. “Maybe you should take a break. Walk with me?” Noodle suggests holding his hat and jacket out to him, a warm, comforting smile on her face. he looked up at her, ready to say politely decline and get back to his work, before noticing the pleading look in her eyes. “Fine. But only for an hour.” he warned smiling dully, the motion not quite meeting his eyes.

They walked through the town, arm in arm, a bright smile on Noodles face, a sullen expression on Willy’s. She noticed that he was thinking too much. He was always thinking too much but that was the last thing he needed. “Will you stop thinking about your next big confection for 5 minutes?” she teased playfully as she poked him in his rib, pulling him from his darkened thoughts. He breathed in hard, closing his eyes and clearing his mind. The pair stood outside of the Town Library, where Noodles mom worked, Where y/n worked.

“Noodle what are we doing here?” he asked, usual joy and exuberance traded for a feeling bordering misery. Noodle ignored him completely and pulled him through the front doors. The scent of old books and warm fires surrounded them as they left the chilly winter air outside the heavy doors of the library.

“Hello darling, hello Mr Wonka! What brings you here?” Noodles mom smiled sweetly, pulling her daughter into a tight hug. At this Willy felt a twinge in his chest, his heart almost constricting in his ribcage. “Willy’s in a but of a creative slump and needed a distraction. Is Y/n around?” Noodle responded, watching the way his face lit up slightly at the brief mention of her name. Her mother didn’t miss it either as she smiled to herself mentioning that she was reorganising books in the Romance section. “If she’s busy then it’s alright. I can come back another time.” he apologised, swallowing hard and looking down at the floor. This was so unlike him, he thought. He knew she wouldn’t mind him visiting, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that she wouldn’t want to see him.

“Nonsense, she’s just over there. She’s been hiding in that nook for an hour, it’ll do the poor girl some good to see something that isn’t a book for a little while.” She smiled again before taking Noodle away from him. He Inhaled deeply, taking off his hat and with cold, shaky fingers messing with his hair so that it looked a little more presentable than usual. He walked with a large deficit in confidence, a stark contrast to his usually stark contrast to his usual demeanour. he rounded the corner tentatively, then he froze.

There she was. Sat with her legs crossed, her face practically buried in a small hardback cover of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. She was so beautiful, the dim light of a small oil lamp illuminated the small nook in the library, creating an alluring glow around her like an aura. He couldn’t breathe. All of a sudden the air was ripped from him, his jacket too tight and the collar of his shirt clinging to his neck desperately. He blinked slowly, his mouth dry and his palms cold and clammy. He couldn’t do this. Not today.

He turned to leave just as she looked up and noticed his presence. “Willy?” she spoke sweetly, his name like honey on her lips, like a song made only for her to sing and for his own ears to hear. “I’m sorry to bother you. I should go.” he muttered quickly, almost unwillingly, starting to take a step away from her. She was somehow too much and just enough all at once. He couldn’t be around her yet he longed for her more than anything. She smiled knowingly at him and patted the small pile of cushions next to her.

“Sit with me.”

He walked over to her, taking off his coat and settling himself into the corner where she sat. He could see her clearer now. The radiant glow of her skin under the bright yellow light of the lamp. The way her fingers traced the thin pages of the book as she waited for him to get comfortable. “What’s wrong Willy?” she asks, gently placing a hand on his thigh. It was seemingly nothing romantic yet that simple touch reddened his cheeks and stole his breath from his lungs.

“Nothing”, he lied. “All is well. Just came to visit, thats all.” he gave her a gentle smile, unable to muster his usual unrelenting energy. It worried her. Something was seriously wrong and he clearly did not want to talk about it. So she wouldn’t force him. She would be there, just sit and relish in his presence as he relished in hers. She placed her head on his shoulder, leaning into the warmth of his body, sighing as she felt the tension in his shoulders dissipate. His head soon met the top of hers, the two of them sitting in calm and relaxed silence, all that could be heard was the turning pages of her book and the steady thrum of their hearts beating in sync.

They sat in a soft, warm and familiar silence before he straightened up, looking down at her, his eyes soft and brows furrowed. “You believed in me when no one else wanted to. Why?” he asked. His voice low and melancholy. She looked up into the pools of green in his irises, they seemed to swim with doubt and self consciousness, and well with salted tears. She sat up, her hand coming up to his face and cupping his cheek so gently as if he were porcelain and would break if he wasn’t handled with care and delicacy.

“Well, you were so passionate, so driven. How could i not. Your energy, your love for what you do is infectious like an illness, but one that renders the sufferer incapable of quitting, incapable of turning away from their dreams. You inspired so many people to do what they love. Even me.” She spoke ever so softly, almost whispering as she looked straight into his eyes as they stared back at her own, so full of love and hope. His posture loosened and his face fell into a sweet and dopey smile as her hands tucked some of his hair behind his ear and toyed with the sweet little curls that hing by his ears.

He couldn’t pull his eyes from hers no matter how hard he tried. They trapped him and intoxicated him. He couldn’t get enough. He let out a shuddered breath he didn’t even notice he was holding.

“You are so beautiful, Y/n.”

She blinked quickly, moving her hand from his face. He had screwed up. The one time he thought he could have something nice, something so simple yet so complicated, so sweet and comforting and he ruined it. He turned his face, embarrassment burning his skin, causing his cheeks and ears to flush scarlet. He felt her fingers on his jaw, their grip soft yet commanding. She pulled him into her and placed her lips on his.

His eyes closed out of pure instinct as his hand reached up to cup her jaw.

They moved gently together, the kiss sweet and bruising, like raspberries that weren’t quite ripe and fresh honey, warm and saccharine. She pushed him backward slightly so that his back rested agains the multitude of pillows behind him, her thighs either side of his waist, her eyes staring down into his once more.

“I think i just got an idea.” he grinned playfully, the smile stretching wide across his lips, his eyes bright with wonder and that almost childish excitement that had drawn her to him in the first place. “Oh yeah? What is it?” she smiled down at him, his hands planted firmly on her waist, their compromised position shielded from the rest of the world (the library) by the looming bookshelf full of books so similar to their own love story.

“I want to make something that tastes like your lips.” She was confused for a moment but then her heart fluttered at the idea of him dedicating something he loves so deeply to her.

“I can’t let you do that.” she giggled softly, brushing his hair from his face once again.

“C’mon, it’ll be my best one yet! It’ll be sweet like” he paused, pressing his lips on hers again tasting the sweetness of her kiss on tongue. “let me think. Ah! Sweet like honey and fresh like” he took a moment to kiss her for a third time, his tongue dipping passed her lips and running itself along her own. “hmm, raspberries. Promise i’ll make it good just for you!” he beamed, a grin so mischievous yet genuine and gentle settled across his lips. She couldn’t help but kiss them again.

“Promise it’ll be the best one yet?”

“It’s inspired by you how couldn’t it be?”

hope you guys like it as much as i do <3

taglist : @sydneyyymayyy @lucky-cleric

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

take care of yourself.. rest and be safe.. waiting for seeing you to be well soon, Tim 🤍

gif @chalamet-chalamet

[pmak2002]

I will never get over this

Mostly because a true Timothee fan knows he can terribly sick from spice. I love how people are like lol I met a celebrity at my job and they didn’t get such and such.

Maybe their body can’t handle it?! Like be grateful you met them?

🤷‍♀️