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peleksstuff · 1 month ago
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high on you ll. l timothée chalamet x waitress!reader
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this is a slowburn before you hate on me for the slowpace im just letting you know in advance. if you dont have the patient please skip this series. thankyou (used chatgpt to correct my grammar)
summary: and they meet again unplanned
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Timothée Chalamet hadn’t expected to see you again, least of all at an afterparty for a major award show. The lavish venue was filled with Hollywood’s elite, the kind of people who moved in circles far removed from the small, dimly lit diner where you’d first crossed paths. But there you were, weaving through the crowd with a tray of champagne flutes, your black-and-white uniform making you blend in with the other catering staff.
He almost didn’t recognize you at first, not until you caught his eye and offered him a playful smirk. He blinked, momentarily thrown off balance, before smiling back. Fate had a strange sense of humor.
“Fancy seeing you here,” you teased, pausing by his side as you offered a glass of champagne. “Should I be worried about catching you doing something you shouldn’t be again?”
Timothée chuckled, taking the glass from your tray. “I promise I’m on my best behavior tonight.”
“Glad to hear it,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’d hate to have to report a repeat offender.”
“Trust me, I’m staying far away from trouble tonight,” he replied, taking a sip of the champagne. His gaze drifted over the crowd before landing back on you. “Though I didn’t expect to see you here. Small world, huh?”
You shrugged, balancing the tray effortlessly as you navigated the crowded room. “Small world, big city. The restaurant I work for did the catering, so here I am.”
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “And here I thought you just couldn’t stay away from me.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Trust me, this wasn’t part of the plan. But I have to admit, it’s a bit of a surprise seeing you here—with company, no less.”
Timothée followed your gaze to where his girlfriend was mingling with a group of people, her laughter carrying over the noise of the party. He shrugged, trying to keep his tone light. “Hollywood relationships, right? They don’t exactly come with guarantees.”
You nodded, your smile softening. “Good thing I’m not into Hollywood relationships, then.”
For a moment, something flickered in Timothée’s expression—something almost like disappointment—but he quickly masked it with a chuckle. “Yeah, probably for the best.”
 “You know, I should probably head back before my boss starts wondering where I am. Wouldn’t want to get caught slacking off.”
Timothée nodded, though he felt a strange reluctance to see you go. “Fair enough. But hey, if you see me sneaking off to the backroom, you know what to do.”
“Warn you not to do anything stupid?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Exactly,” he replied, his tone light. “Or, you know, join me if you’re feeling rebellious.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Not my style, but I’ll keep an eye out. And if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m around.”
The offer was genuine, and Timothée felt a warmth in your words that caught him off guard. A thought lingering in his mind. Without quite realizing it, he blurted out, “Can I have your number?”
The question hung in the air, and for a moment, both of you were surprised. You blinked, trying to process the fact that Timothée Chalamet was asking for your number. It wasn’t that you cared much about celebrities. But here was someone from that world, reaching out to you in a way that felt oddly genuine.
“I… wow,” you said, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. “You want my number?”
Timothée looked momentarily embarrassed, realizing how it must have sounded. “Yeah, I mean… if you’re okay with it. I just thought—”
“It’s fine,” you interrupted, trying to lighten the mood. “I mean, sure, I can give you my number. It’s not like I’m in the habit of giving it out to celebrities, but if you need someone to talk to, why not?”
He nodded, visibly relieved. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”
You both shared a brief smile before you turned to leave, the playful energy between you lingering in the air. As you walked away, Timothée watched you disappear into the crowd, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside him—something beyond the usual Hollywood facade.
As you walked away, you couldn’t help but think about how unexpected this encounter had been. For Timothée, the brief interaction seemed to offer a moment of relief from the superficiality of the evening. For you, it was just another reminder of how unpredictable life could be.
And for the rest of the night, Timothée found himself glancing at the napkin in his pocket, a small smile tugging at his lips as he realized just how much he was looking forward to the next time fate decided to intervene.
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dxmnedbloodlxst · 5 years ago
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"Your words are empty and meaningless to me. You have my answerand it is a refusal. Any further persistence will be ignored."
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peleksstuff · 2 months ago
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high on you l. l timothée chalamet x waitress!reader
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yes this would be a series. might be another series of mine that i wont finish. (again a lil bit of chatgpt to correct my grammar)
summary: a waitress caught timothée at the backroom of the diner doing something.
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It was a chilly Tuesday night when Timothée Chalamet found himself in the back room of a small, dimly lit diner. He’d been feeling the weight of the world more than usual lately, and the crumpled baggie in his pocket was the only thing that seemed to provide any temporary relief. He had thought the diner, being relatively quiet, would be a safe place to indulge in his habit.
He was mistaken.
You, a waitress working the late shift, had just finished wiping down the counters when you heard the shuffling and murmur of voices coming from the back room. Curious, you walked over to investigate. What you saw stopped you in your tracks. There was Timothée Chalamet, crouched behind a stack of empty crates, looking frazzled and vulnerable.
You blinked, your initial shock quickly fading into a mix of concern and disbelief.
“Seriously?” you said, leaning against the doorframe with a raised eyebrow. “This is what you’re up to behind the scenes?”
Timothée head snapped up, and his eyes widened with a mix of panic and shame. He scrambled to his feet, his hand fumbling as he tried to stuff the crumpled baggie into his pocket.
“Look, I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t mean for anyone to see—”
You held up a hand to stop him. “You think I’m going to make a big deal out of this? Relax. I’ve seen worse. Just… don’t overdose in the restaurant, okay?”
His surprise was palpable. For a moment, he just stared at you, his mind racing. “You’re… not going to report me?”
“Why would I?” you shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “I’ve got enough to deal with without adding a celebrity scandal to my list.”
He chuckled, the sound awkward and uncertain. “You’ve got a point there.”
He paused, glancing toward the door as if considering whether he should just leave and cut his losses. But something in the quietness of the room, the way you didn’t immediately judge him, made him hesitate. The idea of walking back out into the cold night, alone with his thoughts, suddenly felt daunting. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to be alone right now.
“Mind if I stick around for a bit?” Timothée asked, his voice quieter now, almost tentative. “It’s been a rough night, and honestly… talking to someone who doesn’t expect anything from me sounds kind of nice.”
You blinked in surprise, not quite believing what you were hearing. Timothée Chalamet, the famous actor, the guy who could probably call up any of his friends and be surrounded by people, was asking to stay and talk to you? It seemed almost surreal.
“Wait,” you said, trying to wrap your head around the situation. “You’re saying you want to talk to me? Just hang out… here?”
Timothée gave a small, self-deprecating smile, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Yeah, I guess I am. I know it’s random, but…” He shrugged, letting his words trail off.
You couldn’t help the thought that flashed through your mind: You’re that lonely, huh? It wasn’t said out of malice, but rather a genuine curiosity mixed with a bit of sympathy. You’d never really considered that someone like him, with so much fame and success, could feel lonely enough to seek out company in a  diner with a stranger.
But you didn’t say it out loud. Instead, you gave him a soft smile, gesturing to the seat across from you.
“Well, I’m not exactly busy, so if you want to talk, I’m all ears.”
Timothée seemed almost relieved, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he sat down.
“Thanks,” he said quietly. “I know it’s weird, but sometimes, it’s nice to just… be around someone who doesn’t know everything about you. Or at least, doesn’t act like they do.”
You nodded, leaning back in your chair. “I get that. Sometimes, it’s easier to talk to a stranger. No expectations, no pretense.”
He smiled, a genuine one this time, and you noticed how it lit up his face, making him look a little less weary. “Exactly.”
“So,” you began, deciding to lighten the mood a bit, “do you always sneak around in diners when you’re having a rough night, or is this a new hobby?
He laughed, the sound genuine and warm. “No, this is definitely a first. I don’t usually do… well, this.”
You raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in your eyes. “You mean getting caught by waitresses in the middle of questionable activities?”
He grinned, shaking his head. “Yeah, not my finest moment.”
You both shared a laugh, the tension in the room easing as the conversation continued. As you talked, you couldn’t help but think how strange it was—this unexpected encounter, this moment of connection with someone so different from yourself. But as the minutes passed, it felt less strange and more… right.
Maybe Timothée was lonely, maybe he just needed someone to listen, but whatever the reason, you were glad you could be there. And as the night wore on, you realized that maybe you needed this moment just as much as he did. 
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