#go support them then without dragging Timmy’s name into every little conversation

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée Chalamet is set to receive the Chairman’s Award at the Palm Springs International Film Festival for his performance in ‘A Complete Unknown.’

​​Chalamet has been recognized at the festival before. In 2018, he received the Rising Star Award for “Call Me By Your Name,” and the following year, he received the Spotlight Award for “Beautiful Boy.”

“Timothée showcases both his physical and vocal talents as he brings depth and nuance to this role that is certain to receive award recognition. It is our honor to recognize Timothée, one of the most respected actors of his generation, with the Chairman’s Award.”

-Nachhattar Singh Chandi, PSIFF Chairman

[thewriterwithnoplan]

“You know him?”

Summary: Y/N is a simple girl of simple interests, she’s strait forward in what she wants and that’s what attracted Tim Drake. The adorable couple is close as could be sharing each and every secret. At least Tim thought he knew everything. Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Word Count: 1421 Warnings: None.

Y/N = Your name. L/N = Last name. Y/A = Your alias. N/N = Nickname.

Y/N wandered up the driveway of Wayne Manor, hands stuffed into her pockets in an attempt to ward off the cold. It had begun to snow during the week and hadn’t relented since. Gotham was always cool in the Winter months though this year it seemed the temperature had dropped an extra handful of degrees. Not that the woman minded, she had lived in the cold for most of her life.

Y/N reached the door and greeted the Wayne butler, Alfred. Giving him a smile, she kicked off her shoes and shuffled inside. Her socks slid precariously over the cool marble flooring. Knowing the way, she clamoured up the grand staircase, following several long hallways until she found the right door. Rapping her gloved fist against the door she awaited a response.

A muffled yell of what she assumed to be was Come in, answered. Y/N entered, immediately realising the answer had actually been, Wait a moment. Tim Drake stood halfway through his closet door; a shirt half pulled over his messy hair. With a quite chuckle the girl approached the blushing boy, helping him get the right limbs into the right part of his shirt.

“What would you do without me?” She snorted, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it the least bit organised.

Grinning Tim pecked Y/N on the cheek, “I suppose I’d just have to walk around half-naked.”

Rolling her eyes Y/N tugged her boyfriend from the room, through Wayne manors many halls and out the door. Hand in hand the couple trotted back down the drive and to the car Alfred had organised. Saying her thanks, Y/N let the kind man help her in. She was glad she did when Tim tripped on the curb into the car in a rather inelegant way.

Pulling a face at the snickering girl Tim sat up, making sure to dump the snow that had collected in his hair onto her lap. With an indignant squeal she threw it back, starting a rather hilarious game of hot (or rather cold) potato.

“Try to be civil Master Tim,” Alfred told the ward when they’d arrived at the café.

“It’s just coffee Alfred,” Tim rolled his eyes. “What am I going to do, spill it on myself?”

Y/N pulled a face reminding him of the time he’d done just that. He remembered a week later, finding a picture of the fiasco in a magazine. It had been very amusing for Tim’s brothers and even more so for his beloved girlfriend.

Taking the advice into account, albeit reluctantly, Tim hopped from the car. This time avoiding slipping on the ice slicked ground, only for Y/N to barrel into his back and sent them both tumbling to the floor. Alfred drove off, leaving the giggling couple kissing on the side-walk.

Hauling the two of them to their feet Y/N ushered Tim into their favourite café. It’d been where they’d met in fact, when Y/N still worked there, before she’d been fired for slacking off with Tim. They walked in and claimed their usual seats, the waited brought over the prepared drinks for the pair of regular customers.

“So,” Y/N sipped at her drink. “How’s life as a side-kick?”

Tim face palmed, looking the grinning girl. “I’m not a side-kick anymore.”

A muffled snort escaped the woman as she gave a rather un-lady-like snicker, “Oh I know, I know Boy Blunder. Just one of the bat brats.”

“Like you’re much better,” He hissed even as he chuckled at the nicknames. “Aren’t you playing good cop for Jason? Doesn’t that make you a side-kick?”

“Hey!” Y/N cried indignantly, “Y/A is not a side-kick. If anything, Jason is my side-kick.”

“Try telling him that,” The third boy wonder snickered. “His favourite topic is about how cute his little apprentice is.”

“Aw is Timmy jealous?” Y/N teased starting a rather lengthy back and forth that lasted several cups of coffee on Tim’s part. The conversation stretched even after that, ranging from Tim’s work to more on their nightly activities. After a handful of fun filled hours at the quaint café the pair decided to walk back to the manor.

It was getting late by the time the couple ascended the stairs of Wayne manor, being greeted by the ever-lovely mannered butler. Alfred had then dragged the two in for a full recount of the date, being their number one supporter. He’d then sat them down in the dining hall and demanded they both stay for dinner.

“The others will be here in just a moment,” The kind old man had muttered before striding for the kitchen. The butler was quite right, the first and second boy wonders wandering into the room. Having a rather dull conversation about gun prohibition, that Y/N – being a gun using anti-hero – snickered at.

The two men’s eyes had lit up and before Y/N or her boyfriend could comprehend it she was wrapped the boy’s arms. Dick had been a little less welcoming, not knowing the woman as well as Jason. After another hearty joke about adorable apprentices the four were seated.

Alfred had quickly brought out a basket of garlic bread proclaiming that Bruce had called ahead to say he was going to be a few minutes late. So, the conversation flowed smoothly about anything and everything, as it always did with Y/N and the Wayne wards.

“How are the new rubber bullets going N/N?” Dick piped up, interrupting an argument about whether Tea was better than Coffee. “I do hope you’re using them.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” Jason answered for the girl, who smirked at her partner.

“Exactly,” Y/N gave a hearty-laugh. “Not the same feel as real bullets, I mean the noise is so bleak. You want Bang when the rubber bullets give you more of a Snap.”

“See!” Jason yelled before pulling a face at Tim. “Why in God’s name is she dating you?”

“Drake has a girlfriend?” An incredulous voice rang from the doorway. Tim rolled his eyes, Jason following suit as Dick grinned. Y/N turned herself into a pretzel to catch a look at the new person.

“Sure does, Demon.” Jason snarked. “Y/N this is Da-”

“You little brat!” The woman hissed, surprising the four Robin’s and the Bat who���d just now entered. Flinging herself from her chair in a fluid movement, she stalked to the boy. “Do you have any idea-?”

“Y/N?” Bruce Wayne’s eyes widened as the woman stared down his son. The woman who had been nothing but polite, going so far as to keep his sons in check. Even if she was more anti-hero then masked crusader, he’d always welcomed her into the “Bat-family”as the press called them. “I’d prefer you didn’t speak that way to my son.”

“Your son?” The girl blinked, turned to Bruce and then back to the youngest Wayne. “This is your father? Bruce Wayne is Talia Al Ghusl’s beloved?”

The younger boy gave a toothy grin, leaping at the woman and engulfing her in a hug. Y/N lifted the boy up spinning round once before setting him back down. Still he refused to let go and continued to cling to the woman’s stomach. The Wayne Wards looked on horrified as the Demon’s grandson himself hugged the kind hearted woman.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Y/N hissed, pulling back to look at the boy properly. “You couldn’t send one messily letter to say you were safe? I had to haul ass to Gotham just to come looking for you. Gotham.”

“You know him?” Tim interrupted, having left his chair to stand beside his girlfriend.

“Father, Drake I want you to meet Y/N L/N my grandfather’s apprentice and my bodyguard.” Damian introduced formally though the grin on his face was the brightest his brothers had seen on the young Wayne’s usually solemn face.

“You are from the League of Assassins?” Jason gaped at the girl.

“Your welcome for dragging your ass out of the Lazarus Pit by the way,” Y/N snickered alongside her charge. “Damn you were heavy though.”

“Now that you’ve met everyone Y/N there’s a more pressing matter at hand. Who has Drake kidnapped to play his girlfriend,” The demon hissed at the man.

“That’d be me Damian,” Y/N grinned down at the feisty child who had begun rolling up his sleeves in a rather calm manner.

“Square up Drake.”