#only to end up watching the one with timothee

[persephoneflouwers]

Can I give it that back? I don’t want it frrrrrr

[bluetimeombre]

: ̗̀➛ Call it what you want to

You're an up-coming star, staring in some hit movies like Hunger games Ballad of songbirds and snakes and now Wonka, along the Timothee Chalamet.

[i'm obsessed with my man and just need to ignore the fact he's dating someone that isn't me. anyway, you're an up-coming actress who stared in the new hunger games movie and now you're also staring in wonka, the people love you and maybe, so does a co-star of yours] not proof read. this was very fun to write so maybe i'll do more, if anyone likes it. or just for me

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user: wait, you're in wonka?!

user: I LOVE YOU!!

user: mother giving us content, as always

tchalamet: now you've posted can you come up and help me

yourusername: no

tchalamet: pls!!!

user: omg she really said no to timothee chalamet, who does she thin she is?

user: slayyyy

user: isn't wonka supposed to suck

tomblyth: from one press tour to another, i see

yourusername: girls got to earn a living

tomblyth: she doesn't let the grass grow

user: say hi to timothee for me!!!!

user: omg how is she getting all the hottest guys in hollywood rn? gurl leave some for us

wonkamovie: 😍😍

balladofsongbirdsandsnakes: 😍😍😍

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you were flicking through comments by your friends when your phone started to ring, the familiar picture of your co-star flicking up on your phone. quickly, you dimissed yourself from your assistant and took the call. 'yes?'

'I need your help.'

'Timothee, you're old enough to zip up your own jacket,' you tease, leaning on the wall.

'I don't know what jumper to wear, what are you wearing? we'll coordinate.'

you'd opted for something of your own style. a jumper with pinks and blues and a white flowering skirt with a ring almost on every finger. this was only your second big press tour and sitting next to timothee chalamet every day for it was enough to make you nervous. so nervous you woke every morning wondering if you'd throw up. it didn't help you were also surrounded by others you'd looked up to, like olivia coleman and hugh grant. how were you supposed to keep your cool for months. even if now you were considered just as big a star.

'don't you have a stylist for this?' you ask, looking at the crew around, ready to go but waiting for him.

'there's three options and i don't know which one to go for. can't you just come up.'

you could, sure. go to timothee's hotel room and see him probably shirtless. once you'd have dreamt of it, but things were different, now you just didn't have a silly celebrity crush. now he was your co-star and very off limits.

'option two now come on, please.' quickly, you end the call and pick up your coffee, heading to the room where you'd be sat for the next eight hours answering questions with timothee.

you were there first, shaking hands with the interviewer and introducing yourself to her. you took your seat, making little chatter before timothee chalamet walked in, calm, cool and collected. completely different to your flushed and smiling expression.

you watched as he quickly said hello to everyone in the room and greeted the lady who'd be conducting the interview.

timothee turned to you, arms out wide and waiting. laughing, you put your coffee down and stood up, giving him a hug. you shared small pleasantries before he took his seat next to you, shuffling around and settling in. only then did you realise how much your jumpers looked the same, both smudges of similar colours. you blushed more as timothee watched, silently wondering what could make you so red. as if he had no idea what he did to you just by sitting down next to him.

'I have had scrub scrub stuck in my head since seeing the movie,' she- charline, said as you and timothee laugh. 'do you guys have a favourite song you got to perform?'

'I mean, pure imagination was quite a surreal experience. you know, getting to sing something that was so ... iconic, it was-it was a lot of fun. and a lot of pressure, but, in a good way,' said timothee.

'you killed it,' you assure, casually.

'thank you,' he smiled.

'i really enjoyed you've never had chocolate like this number. that was just so fun, the dancing and all,' you say, timothee nodding and agreeing.

'for a moment was fun to, i guess,' added timothee. 'we got to dance.'

you grin at the memory. 'we did.' you remembered the a million takes, timothee singing practically to you while prancing around. it was your favourite scene to shoot because it was such an easy and happy scene. you didn't have to think about it, just held timmy's hand as he twirled you around the place.

'and i know we're here to talk about wonka but i just have to say-' she gestured to you, 'congratulations on hunger games, biggest movie in the world.'

you wave her off, thanking her as timmy claps for you. 'thank you, thank you.'

'i was wondering what was your favourite song to film there on that set and how does it compare to singing on this one.'

ranting about yourself or your achievements was always hard for you. your stardom and come so quickly with hunger games and wonka, so much so you felt like you didn't deserve half of it.

'i mean, for hunger games it was all live. i sang them there and then so that's daunting in itself, um. i loved filming pure as the driven snow, just because i got to- essentially- sing it to tom. it was just him and me and the crew, like for those shots there was no extra's so that was great fun. a special moment. and singing it to him made it a whole lot easier. whereas on this movie, luckily it was all like pre-recorded so, not so daunting. didn't have to sing in front of timothee chalamet,' you say.

he listened carefully to you, seeing your smile at mentioning tom blyth, your co-star from the hunger games. he'd never met the guy, he was probably lovely- from the amount you talked about him. 'you've got a great singing voice.'

'thanks man.'

'this cast is just so insane and obviously you two got close during filming,' says charline, gesturing to the two of you.

timothee nudged you with his head, like he'd done a thousand times before knowing how much you secretly loved it. just like a horse, as had been quoted.

'who's more british, olivia or hugh?'

'hugh, easily,' you say. you loved all of hugh's movies, but you'd never say that to his face.

'you know, i'm gonna go and say you,' says timothee, turning to you.

you drop you jaw, pointing to yourself. yes, you were british, but more so than than the hugh grant seemed impossible. 'me?'

'yea, i mean, hugh grant is like a walking union jack- and i mean that in the best way possible, but you seem so much more like british. you know, wicked sense of humor and the charm and- you love london,' he pointed out.

'i do love london,' you agreed.

'did you have fun filming in england, timothee?' she asked.

they want on and on to talk about filming the movie, answering questions in depth and it was sure the two of you had great answers, listening intently together and everyone could tell. your chemistry was there, your smiles and answers together were almost so perfect it was like it was practiced and the fans ate it up!

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tchamalmet: WONKA!!! coming soon

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user: he posted! he posted!

user: we are getting FED

user: i just know this is all yourusername influence

user: not kylie liking...

user: statistics! statistics!

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yourusername: bring back little timmy tim!

yourusername: out of all the pictures you chose that one

user: anyone else think her and timmy are getting too close

user: like fr she stealin my man

user: i love them!!!

user: i swear something is going on with her and tom blyth

user: she's just like us!

user: LOVE!!!!!

user: her and timmy >>> him and kylie

user: plssss, i love kylie

user: is wonka a musical

user: TIMMY I WANT TO HAVE YOUR CHILDREN!!!

user: fave bob dylan song?

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yourusername: ballad of song birds and snakes is number one movie? more like i'm the number one most grateful person out there for this chance and being trusted with my girl lucy-grey!!! thank you, thank you, thank you!!

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tomblyth: lots of love my dear !

user: pls the second picture was so unncesary she just wanted to post it

user: MOTHER

user: parents are parenting

user: I LOVED THIS FILM

user: tom blyth is honestly so hot like wtf

rachelzeglar: my luv <3

yourusername: omg my gf everybody!!!!

joshandresrivera: funny how you don't post a picture of me

yourusername: it's funny because i don't like you

joshandresrivera: tomblyth you gonna let her talk to me like that??

tomblyth: she's the boss

user: how is she so amazing in everything

user: wonder how she got this job? she's literally as plain as a plank

user: hi!

user: the film was insane, i'm obsessed

user: i need this film injected into my veins

user: she's so good at singing, get her on broadway!!!

tchalamet: very proud

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user: why would you post the second pic unless they're clearly dating

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user: pls why do i ship them so hard!!

user: lol it looks like he's just refusing to answer questions without her

user: is nobody gonna talk about how they were basically wearing the same jumpers?

user: no because i thought the exact same thing

user: someone pointed it out in an interview and timothee said it was 100% planned, they're so cute

user: doesn't he have a girlfriend?

user: isn't she with tom blyth? they look like they're together?

user: they haven't confirmed it

user: they don't need to did you see her post on instagram?! it was all just him

user: no but the way she's just constantly blushing around him

user: so would you if you were sat next to the timothee chalamet

[spideysbruh]

karma

summary- yn and shawn mendes break up. things get a little messy. timothee comes into the picture.

a/n- i can make shawn mendes a lil mean in this idc idc!!! also, ~~~ means time has passed

@popbase tweeted-

BREAKING NEWS: Actress Y/N L/N and popstar Shawn Mendes have officially broken up after three years together.

@ynsperfectlywrong replied- WHAT NOOOO💔💔💔💔 MY PARENTS

@sabrinasyn replied to @ynsperfectltwrong- guess your @ is real now...

@spideysyn replied- TOO SOON 😭💔💔

@ynscinderella replied- you can tell they've been broken up for a while bc they used to alwayssss post each other and then it just Stopped.

@yngoddess replied- I wonder why... he did seem a little off towards the end

@whenyoureyn replied to @yngoddess- you don't know them.

@rodrigoyn replied- he's been detached from everything recently. she can only help him so much. I hope he gets better.

@lauriesrings replied to @rodrigoyn- fr maybe he'll write an album about it LMAO

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ynssocks OOOOF

madisonbeer great song 👍

y/n liked

ynstan MAKE HIM REGRET IT

chalshalamet has timmy always liked her posts ???

spideyyn bro's making a move 💀💀

shawnsyn that song though.... what did he to our girl😭😭😭

@celebritynews tweeted-

Shawn Mendes has recently spoken up about his and y/n l/n's breakup in a recent interview. "we were both just really wrong for eachother. towards the end, i felt like we were just completely different people. It wasn't like my previous relationships, it was almost suffocating."

He continued to say that the relationship was a great "learning experience", but still mentions his ex. "Our relationship was, for the most part, amazing, at the time it was a breath of fresh air. But it just wasn't how I imagined and previously experienced."

There are no comments yet from y/n on this.

@ynsgoldfish replied- oh so he's still in love w his ex.... and was constantly comparing the two girls and the two different relationships?? okay. got it. fuck this guy lol

@chappellyn replied- bro he's still obsessed with his ex im dead. didn't they date for like. one year barely 💀💀

@midnightyn replied- it wasn't like he "previously experienced" ummm maybe that's a good thing??? he's so fucking stupid.

@sunriseyn replied- remember when she had made a silly little tiktok about how she thought taron egerton was rly cute in Kingsman and Shawn then posted a video of him singing some sad song and also another tiktok showing how jealous he was LMAOOO sore loser. he doesn't know how good he had it with her.

@girlyyn replied to @sunriseyn- this^^^ like there were soooo many red flags w him but we were all just so in love w the idea of the relationship nobody saw it coming fr

@y/n tweeted-

my kink is karma

~~~

@popbase tweeted-

Shawn Mendes has just announced a new single! Releasing at the end of the month, titled 'Miss You More Than Anything'

@ynsgf replied- sooo embarrassing 💀💀

@fiveyn replied- bro realized too late LMAOOO sucks for him.

@chalametyns replied- it'd be sooooo funny if it was bad 💀

@bluecurtains replied- oh it will be 💀

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y/n feeling like a feather

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sabsyn WITH YOU OUT MY LIFE 🗣🗣🗣

ynsbabe her post breakup journey has been so beautiful to watch tbh. I hope she finds someone who loves her fully

beachyyn 'post-breakup' it's been like almost a year already

tchalamet pretty

y/n 🫶💕

blankieyn UMMMM ??!?!!!

laurieslaurence wait- WAITTTTT

loveryn rue, when was this??

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@popnews tweeted-

'Miss You More Than Anything' by Shawn Mendes has been out for several months, and is still the singers lowest grossing song ever.

@sabrinayn replied- the shadeeee 💀💀

@pinkyn replied- FOR Y/N UNITED WE STAND

@thankfulyn replied- I listened and... it's definitely a song with lyrics and a beat 😁

@warmyn replied- he'll never be loved by the masses again, it's crazy. almost sad... almost

@cineyn replied- "still" is so funny I cant

@timotheeyn replied- that's why she's with timothee now 💀

@sunnyyn replied to @timotheeyn- wait, it's confirmed?!???

@timotheeyn replied- not by them, but it's pretty obvious LMAO

tchalamet just posted a story!

@y/n tweeted-

not a lot going on at the moment, but life is good 🙏🏼🙏🏼

@ynsgirlfriend replied- you're so funny girl I love you

@y/n replied- why am I funny? im just vibing fr

@ynsautumn replied- she's living her best life fr

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y/n come with me... and you'll see...

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lauriesrings THE WONKA REFERENCEEEE

rachelzegler literally the prettiest girl ever

y/n liked

y/n I literally love you so much.

ynsdinonuggets shawn liking is crazy 💀 SHE DONT WANT YOUU 🗣🗣🗣

piercetheyn imagine fumbling y/n 💀💀..... @shawnmendes IMAGINE 💀💀💀

tchalamet a worlddd of pure imagination !!!!

y/n omg youre my favorite actor hmu 😍

florencepugh so beautiful I miss you!!!

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tchalamet one year with you is crazy. best year of my life. you're the sunlight on my darkest days and just what I need on the good ones. you are everything I've ever wanted in one person and even more than I ever imagined. I miss you even when I'm right beside you, but especially when I'm not. I Love you, Y/n L/n.

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laurieslaurence BROOOOOO

y/n im crying in this panda express omg

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y/n you make me feel so special and so so loved. happy one year, timmy 🩷

tchalamet you are loved. happy one year, my love

alessiacara yall are too cute omg

ynscurtains BRO ONE YEARRRRR !?!!

kylesballs ellos son mis padres 😁

y/n just posted a story!

caption- 💕💕

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y/n I love you. you are the best thing to ever happen to me. you came during a confusing, heartbreaking, tumultuous time in my life that I was sure I would never get through. but I did and you were my reward. god, what a reward. I am forever grateful for you and everything you've taught me, and are continuing to teach me. happy one year my beautiful Man.

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ynsmotivation okay I may be delusional but 'Man' being capitalized... maybe cause shawn was, and still is, acting like a boy LMAOOO

tchalamet I love you my pretty, talented, inspiring, strong, beautiful girl.

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harpyn and NOTHING for shawn 🤭🤭 funny how things work out.

rachelzegler we gotta have a double date soon!!

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[kuroppiii]

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⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : and i DON ' T mean just ⋮⋮  two-stepping to the music blasting, ⋮⋮  jesus christ no!!!

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🎶 on shuffle " dare " - gorillaz

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ thought of this while listening to gorillaz 💪 someone take me out partying pleaseee i need to dance and sweat and get buzzed again !! ”

︴miya atsumu ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

big frat guy energy but unfortunately he gets away with it because they way he looks at you, drink in hand, as he's bumpin to the beat is HOTTTT

like guys... c'mon now

with the top buttons of his shirt undone and like a chain on yes pls

the type to look straight into your eyes as you two sing along to songs line for line, BAR! for BAR!!!

lots of action with the arms and elbows from him (yeah frat energy i fear)

hand on your ass as you two vibe to the music, definitely, no question

he'd be hyping you up too with like one of those stupid cartoonish-ass whistles AHHHH THE DEMONS ARE MAKING ME TYPE THIS

also he can get into it without even drinking like just let this man dance!!! (but ofc he has a few shots it's a fucking party lmao)

beige flag: he will jump up and down to some carti or kanye or some shit and he will look a bit corny if you really squint

︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

A LITTLE MUCH AT TIMES like babes this is not magic mike chill with the body rolling bud

but also the redheads got some good moves, good for him!

it's all in the shoulders 🫡

like think that timothee chalemet edit that went viral during quarantine (����💀💀)

likes to spin you around and really dance with you y'know

holding ur hands the whole time aw

just wants to make sure yall are having a good time

watch out for when those latin songs come on tho because this boy will go HAMMM

shoyo my brazillian king x bad bunny? YUPPPP

p.s. he would def end up crowd surfing somehow

︴oikawa tōru ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

one that sways along with you from behind so that randos can't sneak up on you (romance is so back!!)

hands always on your waist, holding you close

talks to you by bending down and mumbling into your ear barkbarkwoofbarkwoofwoof

like a chiller 'tsumu bc i don't think he's really the type to be belting lyrics with you like that but he's definitely feeling himself LORD

don't be scared, shake some ass on him, he don't mind 🤷‍♀️

if he ends up in front of you, gets really close to you, like all up in your personal space, still dancing ofc

but he can't help his eyes RAKING you up and down when you two are like that heart eyes

if a nikki minaj song comes own he definitely knows all the lyrics OOPS WHO SAID THAT NOT ME

︴ushijima wakatoshi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

HEAR ME OUT

he needs a few drinks to get there BUT!!! he can get a little loose you feel me?

it's starts out gradual, bc completely sober he's definitely a two-stepper booooo

but as the alcohol kicks in, and they especially play the more fun and carefree songs not so much the tiktok thirst trap type tracks lol–he starts opening up more!

and its kinda cute like his skillset is kinda limited to dance moves straight out of a coming of age film dance montage

lowkey the toby maguire dance from spiderman 3 is gonna make an appearance (ushi secret geek agenda but that's my ted talk for another day)

i can see him getting turnt to some chappell roan (him doing the hot to go! dance 😭)

but but but the BEST part's when he's fighting back a smile as he's dancing, you two feeling like you're the only ones on the dance floor together

or your arms up and around his neck and his hands on your hips, him not being able to keep his eyes off you, feeling the bass hitting in your chests... yeahhhh

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︴nishinoya yū + tanaka ryūnosuke ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

i HAVE to put them together in an honorable mention because you bet if one of them is dancing, the other is holding their phone flashlight up, shining it all on the other

they both pull up in shades even if the club is inside 💀💀💀

dance circle? THEY'RE GETTING STURDY IN THERE

THEY'RE DOING THE WORM

GETTIN DOWN LOWWWW

maybe even hitting the gritty? who knows? ironically ofc (not)

like yeah they obviously can dance well with someone each on their own

but the amount of money i'd pay to go clubbing with the both of them? embarrassingly large amount i'm willing to give up

trulyyy life of the party when they're both on the dancefloor together

[cuverale]

can you do a insta au w gracie abrams as the face claim! any story line u want 💓

a/n: hope you like it! someone asked me to make an insta au about these rumors and I mixed it with this i hope you don’t mind! i’ll make second part for this.

Face claim: Gracie Abrams

part two

my girl - t.c

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rollingstone we are back with our favorite lady yourusername!!! we had an amazing conversation (some questions we asked might be what you wondered 👀) don’t forget to check it out! Link in bio.

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yourusername 🩶

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ynmybaby MY GIRLLLL

username994 wowza ❤️‍🔥

yourfan385 my girl looks so fine!!!!!

ynsbabygirl can’t believe timothee prefered some plastic over this masterpiece

randomuser wait what?? They broke up?!?!

yourfan593 yeah they broke up 2 weeks ago and now he is rumored to be dating kylie jenner since january. If that’s true that means timothee cheated on her

timmytimmy he would never do that

ynsbabygirl well, he would never date kylie too right? but now entertainmenttonight says they’re officially dating 🤷🏼‍♀️

kissmeyn mommy 🥵

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ynlndaily I really didn’t want to believe he would do something like that but idk if I can defend him anymore.

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username560 I can’t believe it

timmyfan04 This is just a PR but they’re talking badly about timmy :(

username94729 well, he shouldn’t let that happen then

tchalmtfann I won’t believe this shit until there is a valid proof or some pictures of them together

randomuser noooooooo

ynsbabygirl idk if this is true but if it is that means Y/n made the right decision

timmytimmy pls tell me this is a joke

timmyfan3 Timmy nooo

yourfan0 he looks like her son💀

ynmybaby I just watched Rolling Stone interview. They asked about her relationship with Timmy and she said they ended it on good terms, she said “We didn’t break up for any dramatic reasons, we were so busy with our careers and we didn’t have time for each other and the relationship wasn’t going well because of that so we decided to end it. We still care for each other.”

username59275 istg these celebs always break up for being so busy for relationship. Give me the real reason!!

kissmeyn yes you’re right about that but Y/n always explained why did she break up with all of her exes, she never lied once so you don’t have any right to say that for her

username59275 yeah, you’re right i guess

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tchalametdaily Timothée spotted in New York, filming a commercial for Chanel directed by Martin Scorsese.

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timmytimmy OH MY GOD 🥵

tchalafann mom, your girl is in love with this man

calametfan5 🛐

timotheefan15 GUYSSS THERE IS A VIDEO ON TIKTOK! A FAN YELLS “TIMMY ARE YOU REALLY DATING KYLIE” AND HE SAID NO!!!!

timmytea WAIT WHAT

randomuser I NEED THAT VIDEO RN

timotheefan15 I’m sending you the link!!

username594 ME TOO PLS

timotheefan15 sure!

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enews After a video by jessielyn_ on TikTok went viral, everyone talks about newly ended relationship these two shared. Since Timothée still follows her on Instagram (he only follows one person and that’s her) and likes some of her posts, the fans are still hopeful for them.

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yourusername So ready for you Coachella!

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ynmybaby I’M SO GLAD I HAVE A CHANCE TO SEE YOU MY GIRL!!! I’M SO EXCITED

yourusername I’ll be waiting hon 💋

ynmybaby KDJFSKJDKSJD AHHHHH 😩😩😩

yourfan385 SO EXCITED

florencepugh go girl!!!!!

pauline.chalamet ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

kissmeyn i love you so much it hurts 😭

timmytimmy you look stunning!!!!

tchalafann I wonder if Timmy will be there, he said he will definitely come before they broke up :/

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tchalamet’s story

[lust4lyf3]

Strangers (pt. 1)

Pairing: Lee (Bones and All) x fem reader

Prompt: On y/n’s long and winding journey to nowhere, she runs into someone mysterious. He reminds her of her past, something she’s unsure she should pursue, but is unable to fight the urge.

Warnings: mentions of cannibalism, death, blood, smoking

Word count: 6k

watched bones & all and couldn’t help myself !!!

i’m also an ethel cain fanatic so this is heavily inspired by her and her songs, specifically thoroughfare. highly recommend listening.

anyway timothee was so fine in b&a i was eating it up, no pun intended !

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Whoosh.

It's a humid, late afternoon. The sound of cars passing, insects buzzing, and my shoes consistently hitting the ground, one after the other, fill the air. The passing scenery is lush, and littered with deteriorating stores belittled to roadside stops that invade the town.

Indiana isn't where I live. And it won't be where I'm staying, either. I'm just the same as all the others, passing through and then I'm on my way. Though, I may be slightly different.

I keep on trudging, trying to find any place I can stop and get a drink, my sweat beaded around my forehead. I clutch onto the strap of my bag around me, my very few belongings steadily hitting against my leg as I walk.

I look down at my beaten to near death shoes. I couldn't begin to count the places they've taken me even if I tried. I focus again on what's in front of me, trying not to accidentally sway into oncoming traffic getting lost in my thoughts.

I feel tired, but I'm used to it. This is what my life is, now. Going from one place to the other, on my own. I somehow scraped up enough money to take the train, but I could only make it so far. And now I'm right back where I started. On my feet, and in a place I don't know.

It doesn't exactly phase me. I've never really had a place in my life that I called home. So, this is just what I do now. Anywhere but the place I was forced to call home.

Another few whooshes of passing cars, mostly trucks. A few looks from their drivers as well. The state of me isn't horrible, but definitely not the most presentable. But hell, why would I care? They might think I'm lost or something, walking around alone with torn up clothes and an old bag, I get that. But what they don't know is that I'm far from lost.

Finally, I see corner store, a few paces up the road. A type of place that I find a lot of solace in. I keep on, approaching the small, old building with its makeshift gravel parking lot infested with weeds and various litter.

I walk up, but stop before the entrance at the edge of the street. A break is needed to be had. I sit down abruptly, my ass on the road and my shoes in the dirt. I sigh a breathe of relief and take in the feeling of not relying on my feet before fishing into my bag. I poke around, and find my cigarettes, and eventually my lighter.

I pull them out and flick the box open. One left. Good thing I'm at the store. I put the box up to my lips and close them around the singular cigarette, pulling the box away and tossing it back in the bag. I lift the lighter and easily catch a light, no breeze in the way. Much to my discontent, though. I need a good breeze right now.

I take a drag as the light stays at the end, then flick the lighter closed and take it out of my mouth, exhaling. I close my eyes and lean back on one hand. A great feeling, this is. These are the moments I live for. The small ones, where I feel like if I just willed it, I might feel a little bit of heaven.

I open my eyes again, and take in my surroundings. I can smell the grass and car exhaust that add to the ambiance of the outdated building. A few figures pass by in the windows of the lit store. I peer far enough back to see that they have freezers at the end of the aisles. Jackpot. The thought of an ice cold Coke could keep me alive right now.

I take a few more drags of the cigarette and then leave it still in my mouth. I pull my bag onto my lap and rummage around some more, looking for my leftover cash. I find some loose bills and coins, and gather them all up in one hand. I shuffle through them quickly, counting. Not as much as I would like there to be, as per usual. I sigh again, this time not of relief.

It's enough to buy another pack of Marlboro Reds, but that's about it. I ponder what I know I might have to do. I've done it before, but I still don't like it every time.

It's easy to get scrappy when you're out here like I am, something I've noticed quite a bit. I've accepted it's just something you have to get used to. I justify it to myself as being better than what I escaped. I don't think anything tops that.

I finish the cigarette, fling the butt into the ground, and give it a good stomp. I worry that one day my shoes will be so worn that the soles will give out, and I might feel the cigarette on my foot next time. Irrational fear, I would notice before that.

I put the money neatly in my pocket and stand up, slinging my bag back around my shoulder. It's now closer to dusk, meaning I have to find a place to stay, and quickly.

I start walking up to the clear glass doors, and then push myself in. Instantly a wave of air conditioning hits my face and blows through my hair. Another small, heavenly moment. The aroma of the store came mostly from the direction of the freezers, sort of a cardboard-like smell, but comforting nonetheless.

Another curious smell entered my senses, but it almost wasn't a smell. It's more like a feeling, weirdly. But it's faint.

I brush it off, and look around. There's an older woman clerk behind the counter at a register, flipping through a magazine with long nails and chewing loudly on a piece of gum. She didn't look up when I came in. A good sign.

I walk in further under the harsh fluorescent lights and past an aisle. I keep on observing the store, on the lookout for things I want to take with me. I have to travel light, so I only allow myself the necessities.

I peer into an aisle and see a mother with her small daughter browsing the snacks. I peer into the next, a bigger looking man near the very end at the freezers in the back. It looks like he's looking at the alcohol.

I weave in through the aisle, carefully scanning its sides for things I might need. I see way too many things I want, that's for sure. It hurts my heart blowing right past the Twinkies. God, I haven't had one of those in a while.

The feeling I felt earlier comes on a little stronger. I can't help but feel that it is a sort of scent, but I can't really tell. I'm pretty sure I'm just dizzy from not eating, or something.

I move on from the aisle with nothing, proud of myself for refraining from grabbing something extraneous. I walk past the big guy, who definitely smells like he had already downed quite a few beers, and into the next aisle with the toiletries in it.

Near the end of the aisle is a younger looking guy, probably around my age, tall, sort of lanky. Immediately when I see him, I feel the weird sense again. I'm just hoping at this point that my stomach doesn't make some weird, worrying noise. But this time, it feels like it's coming from something external.

I keep walking closer the middle of the aisle, trying to focus on which stuff is on the shelves. The guy comes a little bit clearer into my peripheral view, and I can see that his dark brown hair is dyed red at the ends in the style of a mullet. He stays studying something hanging up in the row.

He seems like the type of person I would've liked to know. I always hung around the more alternative kids in school, and he seems like that type, with his overly ripped jeans and floral button-up shirt. But, I'm on the lonely road for now. I can't stick around anywhere.

I still feel the feeling, the sense, the smell. It worsens as I keep moving down, but it doesn't cloud my mind. I'm still clear-headed, but the scent is definitely present. I can't help but feel a sort of familiarity with it. Something kind of gross that reminds of me of my past. I try not to be reminded of what it is and keep on and on with my scanning.

And then, I spot it. The Holy Grail. Tampons. That is a necessity. I move immediately towards them low down on the shelf. I crouch down on the floor next to them and look for the right ones.

I keep looking, bluffing slightly by pretending to read the labels to get my bag open a little wider. I realize I'm lot closer to that guy now.

In a swift motion, I grab one of the boxes, and quickly swipe it into the bag. I try to think that maybe the guy didn't see it, but I'm not sure how he couldn't have. I reflexively and awkwardly turn my head up to look at him, checking to see if he was looking in my direction. Right as I turned, so did he.

We make eye contact, and the feeling I get is overwhelming. The smell is strong now. And I can definitely smell it. But that's not all that I'm sensing.

In the span of the few milliseconds I'd been looking at him, I somehow felt like there was some sort of energy field between us, an indescribable and sudden thing.

It's almost as if he read my mind, because the look he gives back to me is one of knowing, slightly bordering on confusion. He must be feeling something, too. He hums for a moment, and then nods a little, like he knows what I'm doing and is giving me the clear.

I'm still distracted by the whole interaction, and buffer for a moment before looking back down and swiping another box. How weird is this?

I'm still a little bit overtaken with my thoughts when the big, drunk guy walks into the aisle, holding a can in his hand. I look over his way as he leans down slightly, looking at a shelf a little ways away.

The mom with the kid from earlier then comes out from behind the other row, turning to come into the aisle. She's a little bit close to the drunk guy.

"Excuse me," she says to him, very politely.

"Woah, you tryin' to run me down?" he says loudly, unbalanced-ly turning towards her and getting awkwardly close in her space. She looks at him a little bit confused, and definitely scared, and keeps moving.

"I asked a question!" he rings again when she doesn't respond. She starts walking faster down the aisle. "Hear this, ya dumb hoe!-"

"Hey! Don't talk to her like that-," I quickly say, unable to keep it in.

"Hey!" the dark hair guy from before says behind me, directly after I speak up, almost cutting me off. "You're out of control, buddy."

I quickly turn around and look over at him. He's looking back down at the shelf already.

"Are you with the store, or something'?" drunk guy talks back, obviously perturbed.

"Nah, I'm not with the store, but I'm gonna escort you out of it," dark hair says back overconfidently, now standing up straight and starting to walk towards drunk guy.

"Fuckin' see what happens!" drunk guy shouts, coming closer.

What is this kid doing?, I think to myself. Drunk guy is probably 3 times the body mass of him. But he still approaches.

"See what happens? See what happens" dark hair mumbles tauntingly. "Is something bad gonna happen?" he turns to me and smirks while he says it, almost like a Watch this, and then turns back to the guy.

In one sudden, freak motion, dark hair comes up to drunk guy, and nearly head-butts him, making both me and drunk guy jump. He comes so close, and then moves away at the last second, like some sort of entrancing dance.

Dark hair moves around weirdly like a posturing animal in front of him, like nothing I've ever seen before. Drunk guy stands there for a second, extremely pissed off, before shouting Outside! and pointing out the store. Dark hair quickly runs away from him and out of the aisle, drunk guy hustling close behind.

I stand up from my crouch, trying to look over the row to see where they go.

"We're going outside!" he repeats, angrily.

"You enjoy hassling people, man? Is that what you do on Saturdays when you're done jerking off?" I hear dark hair say as he pushes open the door leading outside into the parking lot. Drunk guy keeps with him, looking more fuming than before.

They mumble something else to each other that I can't hear before fully exiting. I stand there for a second, trying to process what just happened. I luckily saw the mom and daughter checking out and about to leave, thankfully. I'll never understand jerks like that. What's their problem?

I then think about dark hair guy. I really hope he doesn't get beaten to a pulp out there, though I'm pretty sure that's what will happen. He was just trying to help.

I quickly remember what I'm doing in the store, and turn back to the shelf. Good thing is that whatever that was that just happened would definitely distract from the fact that I'm stealing.

Weirdly, I can still faintly smell the strange scent, but it mostly went away.

I lean back down to the tampons to grab one more box, and then, it hits me.

I gasp and drop the box I just grabbed on the ground. The scent. The knowing. I have felt it before.

A brief memory flashes in my mind of my older sister, someone I've tried to block from my memory altogether.

No matter how hard I try to forget about her and my family, I'll never forget what she did.

I shake my head, trying to clear my head. If I wasn't before, I was definitely dizzy now.

I know why I smelled what I did and felt what I did. It had to have been coming from the dark hair guy.

I recalled from the memory that it was when my sister came to me one day, her a teenager and I just a little bit younger. She told me something no kid should even know exists. She said she had urges to do terrible, terrible things.

Which, specifically, was eating people.

I was skeptical and didn't want to believe it for a long time, but that was before other things unfolded and everything went to shit, but it was real.

And the smell.

I had forgotten that there was a certain feeling that I got when I was around my sister, similar to experiencing an aroma, or an aura. I had picked up on it so sensitively from being around her often. And I also had a hunch it might be something genetic. 

But still, I never felt that connection feeling.

But I tried so, so hard to convince myself all of that shit was just a dream. And I still am. And that's part of why I am where I am.

I come back to reality, still standing in the same place.

I quickly pick up the box that I dropped, and move out of the aisle to another one, trying to just continue on with my day. But I'm thinking too hard, all of these drudged up thoughts and repressed memories surfacing.

But mostly, I was thinking about dark hair guy, wishing I knew his name, and thinking about how he looked at me. His chiseled face and shadowy features, but he looked kind. I'm pretty sure his eyes were green. He was really good looking, now that I think about it. Why am I thinking that? Why am I thinking good things about someone who I just found out is a cannibal?

I fight away that thought, but I still can't help but feel like there was something that was strange between us. I recognized the aura, but the connected sensation that I felt was completely foreign to me. It felt otherworldly. And I can't help but think that he felt it, too. It was weirdly comforting.

All I wanted to do was to talk to him, or something. Maybe he would even let me tag along with him, wherever he's going. It's hard being alone out here sometimes, not to mention dangerous. Maybe he even has some money, or a car. I assume he's on the run, sort of like I am. For different reasons, obviously, but I understand his cause.

I at least just want know who he is. And then I'll move on with my life. I just can't stop thinking about what I felt. The connection.

Or, I could just be getting dehydration hallucinations. Honestly, I hope it's that. It would make things a lot less complicated.

Being reminded of how thirsty I am, I move back towards the freezers, and grab a freezing cold water bottle and a glass coke bottle. I slip them both in my bag, maybe a little bit too obviously. I can't really get myself to care much anymore.

I grab a couple random bags of something from the snack aisle, slip that in my bag too, and then move to the front counter. The lady looks up from her magazine.

"Just some Marlboro Reds, please," I say. She looks me up and down for a moment, probably trying to study if I'm old enough. If she doesn't think so, she doesn't say anything, and turns around and grabs the box of cigarettes off the wall, and slides them onto the counter.

"Two-fifty," she says, sounding very unimpressed. I fork the money out of my pocket and hand it over. I give her three dollars.

While she gets my change out of the register, I look out the glass doors that lead outside, hoping maybe I see dark hair guy. I have no idea what could've gone on between him and that guy.

She dings the register closed, and I start to feel the smell entering my senses again. I frantically try to focus my eyes around the scenery outside, searching for any sign of dark hair guy. There's an abandoned-looking building across the parking lot from the store.

"Ma'am."

I turn towards the clerk lady. She's holding out my change for me. Fifty cents.

"Sorry," I say flustered, putting out my hand for the change. She drops it in my palm, I shove it in my pocket, grab my cigarettes, and walk to the door.

I pause in front of the entrance, my hands resting on the push handle. I look out of the glass and try searching more, attempting to follow the scent. It's fully dusk now. Fading pink and purple hues fill the horizon.

Without thinking, I push my way out the door, unable to ignore the scent still closing in on me. The air is slightly brisk, but still thick with humidity. My gaze is fixated on the abandon building as I carefully stalk closer to it, the dusty gravel of the lot crunching beneath my shoes. It seems like it's coming from that general direction.

Before I can process it, the smell gets overwhelmingly strong, my head and lungs almost drowning in it. I pause for a moment, almost hyperventilating. He was close.

A sudden noise comes from the building, a sound like shoes scuffing on concrete. A person emerges from the shadows of a window-less hole in the side of the decrepit building.

Its him. He's not wearing a shirt, and there's blood all over him.

He's carrying a bag, which he quickly throws down once he jumps over the short wall. He crouches down and pulls something out of it, and then turns his head, eyes landing on me. All I can do is stare back. 

We recognize each other for a moment, and then he turns his attention back down to whatever he pulled out of the bag, which was a water bottle. He unscrews the lid, places the bottle between his knees so the water comes spilling out, and splashes it on himself in efforts of cleaning the blood off. 

I realize that he's now wearing a hat. The same one drunk guy was wearing in the store. 

Did he...?

He screws the top back on the bottle, shoves it in his bag, and slings it over his shoulder. He turns in my direction, and stops, looking me dead in the eye. I stand still, the sound of my heart beating consuming my hearing. He slowly starts to stalk towards me, maintaining the menacing eye contact.

He pauses just slightly in his tracks, like he's trying to study me, smell me, maybe, before he keeps walking. I felt hot under his brief stare, like I was under a magnifying glass being angled to the sun. 

He gets closer, and then turns abruptly to the right towards the cars in the lot, his gaze now averted down to his feet.

"He's over in there, like, 400 yards, if you want him," he says, breaking the silence. He points over to the building using his head, still walking.

I keep staring, not sure what to say. I shake my head no, slightly. I guess he did eat that guy. Oh God. Does he think I wanna eat him?

I should probably get far away from him, but I can't shake this weird feeling. I still feel like I need to talk to him, or something. 

Before I know it, I'm moving to follow him, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Could you tell anything? In the store?" I blurt out, not thinking before speaking. My question doesn't make much sense. What I meant to say more coherently was if he could tell that I sensed him, or if he felt the weird feeling that I felt, too. 

Still, he pauses, and half-turns around to look at me. "I smelled you. In the store. I didn't know I could do that," I say again, trying to save myself. Trying to tell him I'm different, too.

Again, he just stares. The same menacing, yet studying, stare.

"I'm, uh, going west for awhile, and I got dumped here by the train. I just stole dinner because, well, I don't have any money," I drone on, attempting to fill the awkward silence, and maybe allude to us being some sort of alliance.  "You're not local either, I guess?"

"Why does that matter?" he quickly responds, almost in a mumble.

I pause for a moment. He's defensive, and I'm not sure what to say. But, at least he said something. It's quiet before I speak again.

"That was nice, what you did for that mom in there," I say, changing the subject and attempting to be friendly, searching for any sort of camaraderie.

Silence, again. Staring, again. He looks confused more than anything. His expression clearly reads Why are you talking to me?

"I'm eighteen, if you're wondering," I add on. I need him to know I'm really on my own, and I'm an adult. I nervously fiddle with the hem of my shorts.

"I was gonna guess younger," he says, in his same mumble tone. Man of few words.

"Thanks," I reply, looking down at the ground, unsure of what to say again. He turns his head and spits on the ground in front of him.

"I don't usually talk to anyone after. I don't actually meet many others. Sorta glad not to," he speaks again, turning on his heel and approaching a blue pick-up truck. His words were so quiet, I almost didn't hear him. He's definitely on the run.

"Yeah, I get that," I say to his now turned back, my feet moving to catch up to him. He reaches into the truck through the open window and unlocks it, clicking open the door. "Except, I'm not really like you. I don't... eat."

He pauses, half-turning again. Staring, again, his puzzled look returning. I stop in my tracks in front of him.

"I can just, sorta, tell when someone does. I knew someone else who did. My sister. So, I'm cool. I understand."

"Huh," he huffs out, his jaw twinged a bit in curiosity. He thought that I was an eater. So, he did feel something. "Still, I'm just saying. I'm not an asshole."

He turns back around and fully opens the car door, starting to put his bag on the seat. We're both silent. He's running, and I'm not sure I can get him to take me with him. I do get it, really. There's not much I can do. Maybe I shouldn't get myself into this mess, anyway.

"You should probably go, anyway. Up close you can see blood," I say, half in defeat, and half in genuinely trying to help.

He turns his head again and gives me a scoff-like expression, almost like a smirk. Like he thinks I might be a little over the top.

"We're fine," he says, and then turns back around, shuffling through his bag.

I look down, and then around at the street and the store, hesitant of what to do. I realize that it's basically dark, and I still don't have a place to sleep. God.

"No, I'm really not sure I am," I respond, semi-absentmindedly, still looking around. I'm worried, now. I might have to sleep next to the dead guy in the building tonight.

He turns to me again. He's put on his shirt and is pulling on the floral one. He looks around for a moment, like he's thinking of saying something he doesn't really want to. There's a hint of sympathy on his face, but mostly reluctance.

"Do you want to get in? For a minute?" he says, his eyes on me now, his finger pointed at the truck.

I look up at him, surprised. He was definitely just trying to get me to get the hell away from him a minute ago. I nod at him slightly, appreciative. His expression is softer now, which I much prefer than the scary one. It looks more like the one he had back in the store.

He then hops into the driver's seat of the truck, and I quickly walk around to the passenger side. He shuts his door and leans his arm up on the edge, looking out the window. I get in next to him, shut the door, and look around the truck.

It's a nice Ford truck, with a bench seat and an FM radio. He averts his gaze from the window to inside, specifically at the glove compartment in front of me. He moves his arm to open it up, his other hand on the wheel. He cracks it open and it makes a loud noise, and his hand brushes up against my knee. He moves it quickly.

He shuffles through the small compartment and pulls out a few pieces of paper, and then holds them up in front of him.

"Barry Cook. 5278 Route 13. Centerville, Indiana. Hm," he reads. His registration?

"Wait, is this your car?" I ask, a little concerned.

"No. It's the guy's," he says, pointing again towards the building with his head. Jesus, stealing his car? I'm still getting used to the fact that he ate him.

"Well, this truck is his. You can't just take it," I say, turned towards him. There's a little bit of urgency in my tone. A little bit of worry, too.

"Everyone's got their rules. That's not one of my rules," he replies, still studying the paper.

I sit back in the seat, a little bit taken aback. I guess there's not much else you can do to that guy. He's gone now.

"What are you gonna do now?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Go to house, probably," he says, looking up from the paper and out at the road.

"His house?"

"Yeah, he didn't have any pictures in his wallet. I think I'll be alright."

"You took his wallet, too?"

"I didn't take his wallet, I took the money out of the wallet. Eight bucks," he says, doing the smirk-scoff again. "I chucked the wallet in the creek back there."

He shuffles some more in his bag. I look around again, still taken aback. I can't be judgmental. I live on the rocks, too. I knew how my sister was. It was something that she couldn't fight off doing. I'm surprised now, but I'd probably be doing some of the same bad things in a couple months time. I never thought I'd ever steal, and look where I'm at now.

I scan outside a little more, considering if I should take the risk and go with him. I mean, he is who he is and does what he does. I don't know if I'm safe. I don't even know his name. I should probably be really scared that he'll kidnap me and eat me, and normally I would be, but somehow, something inside of me is telling me that he won't. And I can't deny that feeling. I also really don't want to sleep outside.

"Do you feel it?" he asks abruptly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I whip my head towards him. Is he a mindreader too? 

He's staring down at the steering wheel, jaw clenched, the red in his hair barely visible in the dark. I take in the question for a second, looking at him. He does.

"Yeah, I do. If you're talking about what I think you are."

He sucks on his teeth, and nods slightly. I search his face for some kind of resolution, like he might know what it is.

"I thought you were like me, but you're not. You're different," he says, still looking down, "I've never met anyone like that. Like you."

My heart flutters in my chest a little bit. He doesn't know. So, then what is it?

"I don't know what it is," I say, looking down at my lap now, suddenly a bit shy. Something about the conversation felt vulnerable, now. I remembered again that I still don't know his name. I look up at him once more. "I'm y/n."

He looks up at me. The shadow of his strong nose casts on his face.

"I'm Lee."

Lee. I like that name.

I felt the need to explain myself to him, why I was out here. I still feel weird at how little we know about each other. He's still looking over at me.

"I'm out here by choice. I ran away from home, in Florida," I say, looking out the windshield momentarily. "Just some fucked up family shit. Sort of has to do with my sister. It's a lot. But it's been a few weeks, and I'm already up here."

Lee looks down at his lap, nodding.

"I get that."

Its quiet again for a moment.

"I thought my sister was the only one," I say, breaking the silence, "Until now." Lee's gaze flickers over to me for a second. "I don't know if I should be surprised, or not."

"There's a lot of us," he says, sullenly. He picks his head up and looks outside again. I feel bad. I can't imagine being in his shoes. I knew what it was like for my sister, and I would never wish that on any being. Let alone 'a lot' of beings.

A wave of tiredness hits me, and I'm reminded again of sleep. I should probably ask Lee if I can stay with him before assuming I can. He's only agreed to let me sit in here with him.

"Hey, do you think you could help me?" I say, and his gaze shifts forward, out the windshield, like he's listening. "I'm new at all this, and, I'm all alone out here. Maybe, I could just, come with you for awhile. Wherever you go. I don't care."

I watch his reaction as his jaw twinges again, like he's thinking, but leaning towards no. But, he's still thinking.

"Look, I won't try to mess with you, I promise. I'll stay away and let you do, you know. I'm not gonna tell anyone or freak out or anything. I understand," I say, almost desperately.

He sighs, and then picks up the guy's hat from earlier off the seat, and puts it on. He turns the key in the ignition, and starts the car.

"You said west?" he asks, and my stomach leaps in relief. I can't help but let out a small smile. He looks over at me for just a moment and sees my expression.

"Thank you," I say, sincerely. I relax a little bit, and realize that I'd been tensed up for sometime. I have a place to sleep now.

"We're going to this guy's house first. And then I'm on the road," he says, starting to slowly pull out of the parking lot.

"Okay," I reply, nodding. I'm a little bit creeped that it's a dead guy's house, but I'm ready to get used to it. I already was at one point in my life. If I'm gonna stick around, I better do it again.

Lee stops at the street, looks both ways, and then turns right down the road. I look out the window. It's crazy the difference in scenery when you're walking versus driving. I'm appreciating it much more in the car. This truck definitely beats walking.

The windows are down, and a slight wind blows through my hair. Another small slice of heaven moment. I close my eyes, letting the cool air and street lamplight cascade over me.

I open them again, and then look over at Lee, his eyes concentrated on road ahead of him. I stare for a second, maybe a little bit longer than I intend to, and I start to see a smirk spread across his mouth. He laughs, just a little bit. He can tell I'm looking at him.

I can't help but smile slightly and laugh, too. I turn my attention back out the window. Maybe we will be friends. I hope we can be.

I shut my eyes again, seeing if I can doze off. The seat is comfortable, and car ride will probably be long. I listen to the summer breeze outside and crickets chirping, and it's enough to almost send me off.

I peek my eyes open one more time, and lean my head against the door. The side mirror is turned inward just enough so I can see Lee in the driver's seat. I watch for a second, and then see him turn his head towards me, once, twice, and then a third time. 

He was looking at me. I don't think he knows I can see him. 

I feel my cheeks getting hot slightly, and then close my eyes again. Another moment. 

I think we might be friends.

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Wedding plans -TDBR

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Warnings: none, fluff, a little crying

Plot: making wedding plans with Austin is so wholesome

Word count: ~1.9k

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Thinking back to 9 years ago when you met Austin, you never thought you'd end up here, drowning in tulle and chiffon, laughing with your best friends, tripping over lace veils. "What do you think of this?" You make a little pirouette to show the ample skirt, feeling like a princess head to toe. "It's cute." Taylor says, drinking some lemonade, brushing her bangs back. "Yeah, it's nice" Roxanne adds clearly not loving the dress as well. "So it's not it!" You say dropping your arms at your sides, sighing heavily. "Maybe the next one?!" Timothee sounds hopeful, but part of you feels that is only because, this is the 10th time you all dedicate a day for dress shopping. "Ok I'll go try it!" You say a bit defeated, lifting the front of the dress so you don't trip. You take one more look at yourself in the mirror as you walk away, you liked this one, but to be fair you liked every single one before this one as well, they are all so different and unique, but they are simply not your dress.

The next dress you put on, gives you shivers. It's made of silk, with pleats and boning, accentuating your waist perfectly and the dropped shoulders make you look angelic and sexy at the same time. This is it. "I found it!" You squeal, coming out of the dressing room in a heist, giggling and kicking your feet happily.

"Wow!"

"OH my god this is it!"

"You look wonderful!"

"I'm going to cry!"

"Please don't cry mom!" You giggle, blinking back tears, as you turn around to take a look in the big mirrors. The dress hugs your waist, the silhouette complimenting you so beautifully, your breasts look amazing in it too and magically it's your size, so no alterations will be needed. "I can't believe it! I finally found it!" You say, your voice breaking as you still try very hard not to cry. Taylor comes up from behind you, hugging your shoulders and resting her chin on your shoulder, her eyes watch you through the mirror and you notice her glossy blue eyes, tears in them as well. "I can, because it was meant to be!" She sniffs, kissing your cheek before sticking a veil in you hair. You take a better look at it in the mirror, immediately panicking when you recognize the piece, starting to take it out of your hair, but Taylor stops you before you can.

"Taylor I can't, this is..."

"Your something borrowed!" She assures, smiling bright. The veil somehow works perfectly with the dress, like it was meant to be. Looking at it you remember as clear as now the day you saw Taylor in a boutique not much different from this one, find her dress and her veil. She got married to Joe wearing this, the memories of one of her best days are tied to this piece of material. "Ok ok..." you breathe out, smoothing your dress. "What about gloves? I know Taylor already gave you the veil, but mom insisted I give you these?" Timothee says, handing you a pair of silk gloves. "Thanks Timmy!" You say hugging him tight as you put them on. The look seems now complete and you feel complete.

You walk through the dark apartment, tip toeing, trying not to make too much noise, knowing Austin is probably asleep. He was away filming some projects for the past week and you were supposed to be here when he got home, but he insisted that you don't rush your day with the girls and Timmy. "Y/n?" You hear Austin's groggy voice and it stops you right in your tracks. "Baby?" You feel his arms circle your waist in the dark and your body turns to slime. He places a kiss on top of your head, inhaling your scent. "I missed you!" Austin tells you honestly, squeezing you so tight you think you might burst at the seams, but you love feeling like this, engulfed in him. "I missed you too!" You sigh into him , happy to feel him on you, rubbing your cheek on the soft hairs on his chest. "I found the dress." You announce , biting your lip excited for his reaction.

"The dress? You mean THE dress?" Austin takes a step back looking at your face, trying to see if you're lying. "The dress!" You nod, smiling at him. He grabs your face and smashes his lips onto yours. You let him take control, while his mouth dominates you, his tongue explores your mouth and your heart flutters in your chest. "Can I see?" He asks breathless, "No! It's bad luck!" You chuckle, shaking your head, threading your hands in his soft hair. "Hmm ok, then show me everything else you got done while I was gone?" He arches a brow, smirking at you. "Oh yes yes, come on!" You say jovially, grabbing his hand, dragging him to your shared bedroom to get your wedding binder.

"Ok so I got done with the sitting chart, I might have done it a little risky, but, it'll work." You open the glitter decorated binder and show him the sketch you made. "So we sit, Katy and Orlando at the same table as Tom and Daya, ok" Austin says, reading closely over the guests , seeing where your brain has decided that they each should sit. "And I thought we could get away with having Baz sit with your dad and sister, I mean it would be a family table, right?"

"Mhm, yes , it works, honestly this looks fine to me. But what about your mom and dad?" Austin asks, not being able to make full sense of the chart. "We'll have a long table, we sit in the middle, my bridesmaids of my side your groomsmen of yours, for dad I'm saving a seat at the table with Baz and your dad, he hasn't RSVP ed yet" you explain and he nods following your chain of thought. "Ok it sounds like a plan, I think it would work, but I think Ash wants to bring Robbie, would that be fine?" He asks, referring to his nephew. "Hm sure, then I'll have Baz and Cathrine as the table with Pedro, move around Roxy and Joshua, then Ashley and Robbie and Zac can sit with Joe" You try and Austin seems to consider it for a minute, even if he know he'll agree anyway. "Good thinking baby!" He admits and you move on to showing him the flowers you picked "No purple star flowers?" He asks, looking at the white gardenia bouquets, thinking how you left out your favorite flower. "I have a theme, ok? It's white and creams and stuff." You defend.

"But honey, I think we could play with the colors a bit, don't you?" Austin suggests and you swipe on the next doc, titled: back up flowers. "Are you sure they look fine, tho?" You question, fearing the white and purple bouquets would be too much or too out of theme. "There's my girl!" He says, kissing your cheek. "They look like something that should be at our wedding, don't they? The purple star flowers, the sunflowers and you even put my favorite in, the pink magnolias" Austin can be so over the top sometimes, but he's an actor, so that's so in character. "I wanted to have something from the both of us."

"Well I think it look so beautiful way better then the white boring ones you had as a first option" he argues. "Oh ok miss I know everything about flower arrangements" you joke, kissing him, throwing the binder to the side, turning to face him and straddling his hips. "I want it to be perfect!" You whisper, playing with the baby hairs around his forehead. Austin grins and pulls you closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "It's you I'm marrying, it's already perfect." His hands squeez your hips and you sigh, inhaling the smell of him. "I know, I can't believe it's happening!" You admit absentmindedly, drawing circles with the tip of your finger on his shoulder. Austin sighs and kisses your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin, leaving goosebumps down your spine. "Me neither." He admits, laying back on the pillow, with you on top of him, head resting on his heart. You enjoy the soft beat of it, as your cheek absorbs the heat of his skin. "I cried yesterday, in the shower." You tell him and he tenses underneath you. One of his hands moving from your waist to your chin, forcing you to look as him, his blue eyes wonder over your face, looking over every freckle, curve and shadow. "Why?"

Austin is a bit scared to ask, he fears you might get cold feet and put an end to all of this, which to be fair he wouldn't mind, he loved you ten years without you being he wife, he'd love you a thousand more just the same. "I'm scared, I - my parents made it sound like marriage ruined them. I don't want it to ruin us." Tears prickle your eyes as you speak, and his thumb caresses you cheek catching a falling tear. "It won't, we are not them, we love each other too much. Y/n I want you to marry me because I can't see a life without you, but I want you to know, if you even feel like this isn't what you want, I'll love you just as much for as long as I live." Austin confesses and you can't even find a speckle of doubt that he means every syllable spoken. "I want it, I want to have your name, I want to be your wife, I'm just defrosting my girlhood heart, cause I used to love weddings." You tell him, pulling closer to his face and connecting your lips to his soft ones, time standing still, as your bodies stay intertwined. "I know baby, take your time!" Austin says rubbing you back and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, yawning, which makes him chuckle. "Sleep mrs Butler, I'm home now!" Austin lulls you, pulling the duvet over the both of you, as you fall asleep on his chest, snoring softly.

"Have you written your vows?" You ask halfway asleep, which makes Austin laugh, knowing that no matter how tired you are you'll always make sure to have everything checked for the day, before letting your mind disconnect. "Oh my Virgo baby, ever so organized. I have!" He tells you in a low voice, barely above a whisper, hoping you'll finally let yourself sleep. "Hmm, can I hear them?" You ask, blabbering, Austin grins knowing your having the fight of your life to stay awake right now. "Yes, in a month on august 13th." You groan and wrap your arms around his neck, falling asleep without another word, and Austin does the same as he massages your back, the soft brush of your breath against his neck and the comforting weight of you on him, being his favorite sleep medicine.

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fight for it

Timothee chalamet x reader

warning: angst, fighting, language (I’m new to this so pls be kind and also I’ve never written in this style before, I mostly write poems and stuff so I’m trying it out. I’m more into like longer stuff and I tried making it as short as possible. I’m not the best with dialogue)

“why can’t u just understand what i feel!”

another fight had broke out, the 4th one this week. It all had to do with one thing and one thing only. Timothee’s PR relationship. Y/n tried so hard to understand and accept it but she just couldn’t, she didn’t want to be put in a situation like this where she had to hide her love and watch him be with another women in the public eye. All she wanted to do was show off her husband and be allowed to do it freely, she knew the struggles she’d face when she first started dating him, but she never thought that it all the rules around their relationship being private would still be the same even after marriage. It was their wedding anniversary and they had booked a reservation at a restaurant but they weren’t allowed to go anymore, Timmy’s manager said that going out with y/n would be a bad image for his brand. She just couldn’t handle all the hiding anymore and she gave Timothee an ultimatum.

“I’m done with all of this hiding and stuff, you have to pick whether to stop being so ashamed of me or we’re done, I’ve put up with everyone of your PR relationships and all the hiding for years but I can’t be married to someone who doesn’t care” she said calmly. She hoped he’d pick her but in the end he couldn’t pick her, he wanted to but he just couldn’t, everything was against him. He had a contract that he had to follow, he tried explaining it to her but he knew that she was serious about this. It hurt, it truly did but he knew that once the contract ends he’d show her off everywhere and not be ashamed anymore.

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Hey I loved the Timmy sickfic you wrote! I’d like another one if you can! you can choose what sickness/plot. x female reader plz :) 🥹

PAIRING Timothee Chalamet x fem!reader

WARNINGS mentions of the flu

“You are sick! You can not go to work today, Timmy.”

20 minutes. You have been arguing with a sick man for 20 minutes because he is too addicted to his work.

“It’s okay, love, I’m not even that sick!” He tells you as he walks around the room. Your eyes drift over to the pile of tissues on his bedside table, his red nose and puffy eyes.

“You are not going to work, Timmy. Now sit back down. I am going to call in sick for you. They can film the scenes that you aren’t apart of.” You say, as you walk out of the room to grab your phone which you left on the coffee table in the living room. You heard footsteps behind you and saw Timothee walk towards you. You glare at him. “What are you doing? Your sick, baby. Please just go back to bed.”

“I’m not that sick. It’s just allergies, please don’t call my work.” Timothee pleads.

You grasp his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks. “Timothee,” you watched as his face grimaced, knowing that you only called him that when you were serious. “You are not going into work today. You have been up and down all night sneezing and coughing and if you do go into work you just gonna get yourself more sick as well as pass your sickness onto other people.” You tell him, letting go of his face as you pick up your phone from the coffee table.

Timothee groaned, knowing (but hating) that you made an extremely good point. “Fine, but I’m going back into work tomorrow.” He said, pointing a finger at your before turning around and walking back to your bedroom.

“Not if you’re still sick!” You hummed, as you called his work. After the call, you went back walked over to the bedroom only to see Timmy sprawled across the bed, his breathing steady now in sleep. You couldn't help but smile at his peaceful expression.

You went over to the cabinet at the end of your bed and opened it up, grabbing out a fluffy blanket before putting it over him. You then went into your guy’s medicine cabinet in the bathroom and grabbed out some Advil, putting the packet on his bedside table. You would have grabbed him some water but since Timothee always slept with a water bottle on his bedside table, you figured there was no need so you then left the room and decided to do some quick cleaning around the house.

After tidying up the house and making some soup for Timmy since it was lunch time, you quietly moved back to the bedroom. Timmy stirred as you entered, his eyes fluttering open.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," you greeted him softly, setting the soup down on the bedside table. "I made you some soup. It'll help soothe your throat."

Timmy's gaze softened as he looked up at you, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse from coughing.

You sat beside him, offering him the soup and watching as he slowly ate, taking comfort in knowing he was finally resting. As he finished, he leaned against you, seeking warmth and solace in your embrace.

"You were right," he admitted quietly, his words muffled against your shoulder. "I shouldn't have pushed myself."

“I’m always right,” you smile at him. Timmy let’s out a small laugh before leaning into you. You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, wrapping your arms around him. "Just promise me you'll take it easy tomorrow too," you whispered, holding him close.

“I promise.” He says, shutting his eyes once more. You slowly felt his body go limp after a few minutes and you kissed his forehead once again before snuggling down into the bed, falling asleep as well.

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why liu runnan is the perfect fancast for sqh

Liu Runnan

LIKE IS THAT NOT SHANG QINGHUA

I first saw him in this show called Douluo Continent, where his character is a PITCH PERFECT Shang Qinghua

first of all, he's introduced fr like this:

cowering in fear. crying. begging for his life. perfect start.

AND THEN HE FUCKING DIES

Of course, it turns out he was just lying, and his ACTUAL character is being a hack artist

AGAIN ! it's a perfect sqh

i think the funniest fact about this drama i learned about -- other than the fact that it stars Xiao Zhan, Wei Wuxian's actor -- is that Shi Lan Ke is the pinyin version of the transliteration of SHREK from Chinese to English (transliteration inception).

Imagine giving your life for SHREK academy !!!

(i wonder if xiao zhan had a similar career trajectory to timothee chalamet. starred in one of the most famous gay medias ever (The Untamed, Call Me By Your Name), then used the BL fanbase clout to get the main role in the biggest upcoming action medias (Douluo Continent, Dune). )

Actually, I watched Ou Si Ke in Douluo Continent before I even read Scum Villain, so I spent the whole read-through imagining Ou Si Ke everytime Shang Qinghua showed up XD.

ICONIC

Anyways, that's not even my favorite thing Liu Runnan worked on. he also worked on one of those slice of life "i transmigrated into an ancient fantasy land and now I cook for audience food porn" shows, called "Gourmet in Tang Dynasty."

this show is not all that notable, pretty mid in fact, BUT it's saved by its absolutely batshit editing/writing choices

BEHOLD:

Why are they unironically using a SPONGEBOB transition in their official live action drama like what?? 😭😭😭

Anyways, that’s him with the white fan at the end.

but yeah, I think it's interesting the way cultures have cliches that are unfamiliar to other cultures. For instance, transmigration is getting so stale that we're getting parodies of it like with Scum Villain, but even now we're getting to the point where the parodies are also getting stale 😭😭😭. Douluo Continent even used to be a transmigration in the novel but they got rid of it for the live action. Meanwhile, in the US, nobody knows what that means lol...

Similarly, I wonder if SQH's character felt fresh to me only because I am not very familiar with chinese character tropes, having only encountered it before with Ou Si Ke. something to think about

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[I'm having way too much fun with these, but i'm gonna try and make the next part the final. i'm so glad you guys are as obssessed as me. and all i can say is i'm sorry to the tom blyth girlies, believe me, i am one of you and i promise i'll make it up to you!]

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the graham norton show has been a dream since you started acting, you'd hoped to one day make it on and know that if you did, you'd have officially made it.

not only were you on the show with timmy, but cher, julia roberts and tom hanks. to say you were shaking in your boots was an understatement. back stage you were jumping around after spending some time with the guests. that time had been spent mainly at timothee's side and laughing when appropriate, because you just couldn't believe you were there with them. timothee just laughed, trying to ease your nerves even if he to was scared. in the end, he bounced with you.

you sat on the end of the sofa, next to timothee as the guests ran down the other end.

'and some stars we have on the sofa, look at them at the end. world premier of wonka!' celebrated graham.

you and timmy nodded, thanking the applauses.

'but it wasn't just the world premier, you filmed it over here?' he asked.

'yea we made it in leavesden, very close to here, we shot it almost entirely in london and er- as i always say- i feel like an honorary brit now,' said timmy, glancing at you as he called himself a brit.

you bite back something between a grimace and a smile.

'it was about six of seven months,' he continued, 'it was absolutely joyous as an ignorant yankee.'

'you guys drive on the other side of the road,' joked tom hanks.

'and welcome, at the end there being very quiet,' said graham gesturing to you.

'yea, hi!' you grin, taking a sip of your drink as the audience laugh.

'you're from here, aren't you?'

'yes, british. but it was still really nice to film in london and bath for a lot of it.'

'i can imagine and because, is it right, you were filming for the hunger games whilst you were filming wonka?' he asked. a picture of your poster for the hunger games flashed on the screen and timmy led the applause, whooping.

his attention was only focused on you. his eyes watching every movement, his lips curling up, arm around the back of the sofa.

'thank you, thank you. immediately after filming wonka i got a plane to poland to start filming for the hunger games, yea. literally still in costume for wonka on the plane, i-i got some looks.'

the crowd laugh.

'let's talk about that, hunger games, number one movie!' graham celebrated as everyone clapped.

'thank you, thank you- there we are,' you smile at the picture of tom and you in your characters in the zoo scene. you chose not to notice of timothee shifted around and coughed at the picture.

'and, is it true you did your own singing in that?'

'yes, well i do in wonka too, but for the hunger games it was live. you know, i play this character lucy-grey who's part of this covey band and they all sing so i did it all live on set. then recorded it for the soundtrack separately. this is boring to explain, but-' you said, laughing and fiddling with your rings nervously.

'she's fantastic in the movie,' said timothee, putting his attention on graham and his hand on yours to stop the fiddling. 'i remember working with her in wonka, it was just so much fun, she brings a sort of ... breath of fresh air into it, even though it's a light-hearted comedy, she still makes that difference. and i saw the hunger games, its so cool to be able to see her in an element that i'm not familiar with. but i can still see how she plays the role and how she plays it in such her own and charismatic way.'

you turn your head down, blushing as the crowd clap and as timothee rubs your back. he made it impossible to keep it cool, and on live tv.

'and she sang the songs so good in wonka!' he continued. you tried to get him to stop, but he went on. 'on our table read, she was singing the songs there with our music producer, james taylor, and even then she was singing her parts, our co-stars parts, my parts.'

'ok, shush, shush,' you put your hand over timothees mouth.

'you know what, i saw the new hunger games movie,' said tom hanks, breaking in between you. 'and i have to say, you were the best part of the movie.'

your jaw almost dropped. 'oh woah, thank you, thank you mr tom hanks,' you clasp your hands together, thanking him. 'woah, woody just complimented me, that means so much to me.'

the rest of the interview went on, talking about cher's music, pretty women and listen to tom hanks talk about space and science. sometimes, when timmy would take a drink, he'd bring you yours, offering it to you in a sweet move.

it went on to talk about timothee going to play the iconic bob dylan in a movie, so it was your turn to watch in admiration, eyes sparkling with it.

'no i haven't met him, i'd love to meet him but you know, i don't want to put any pressure on him in any way. but er- we just saw him live,' he said, gesturing to you as you nod, holding onto your drink, 'three weeks ago, in new york. sold out, kings theatre. it was brilliant, it was magical. they bag your phone on the way in, obliges you to be present, as hard as that may be,' he said again, glancing to you. because how could he ever be present when standing next to you?

a picture showed of bob dylan with sonny and cher.

'i can see it, there is a passing resemblance,' says graham.

'thank you, that is the biggest compliment. my god, i'm blown away,' he leant back on the sofa, arm brushing yours. 'this whole talk show has been like a trip.'

everyone laughed at that, tom hanks playing along.

'but cher, you're going to be played by someone soon,' prompted graham.

'please say it's me,' said julia roberts.

'well-' graham gestured down to you.

you laugh and sheepishly hold up your hand. 'i'll do it, i'm currently un-employed.

cher looked down at you, 'we've cast nobody, babe.'

'you have now,' you shrug. the audience laugh.

finally, you guys talked about wonka, leading timothee- the leading man- to talk about it.

'you sing and dance in it, don't forget that,' you nudge him.

timothee blushes, nodding. somehow the two of you had snuggled up on the sofa, pushed to the end and bodies pressed close together. 'it's blasphemy to say that on a sofa with cher!'

'no, i saw you on saturday night live, you were great. and you danced and you did that hot-guys, or cool-guys or something like that,' said cher.

the audience clap and you laugh loudly, remembering his saturday night live. you'd been in the audience, having done press for the hunger games. it was the best night.

'baby face!' you cheer.

'i can't believe you watched that,' said timmy to cher.

'do you want to re-fresh us?' invited julia.

the crowd whoop and laugh as you clap along.

'you sing it with me?' asked timmy, looking over at you.

'absolutely not, this is all you babe,' you pat him on the back as he leans forward and re-counts the song. you nod your head along with, mouthing the words and clapping, pretending to bow when he was finished. timmy laughed and held onto you.

'you two do seem very close down there,' said graham.

for a moment, you two pause and there's quiet. before you guys realise he's talking about the fact everyone on the sofa had shuffled down so that you were on the edge.

'timmy's magnetic field,' you say, rubbing his shoulders.

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[queer-reader-07]

don't mind me i'm just dropping my review of dune part 2 here because i really really really loved this movie and it changed me on a molecular level and i can't stop thinking about it and everyone should watch it it's so good i'm not joking it's literally one of the best films i've ever watched. ok anyway, review:

I remember very clearly the day I finished Dune. I remember how I was sitting at the kitchen table, eating rice & beans with a spoon in one hand, and holding my dad's battered and loved mass market in the other hand. I remember how I read the final words and closed the book slowly. How I got up to go sit in my dad's home office and stare into space in disbelief at what I'd just read. I remember how I looked at my dad and I said "I can see why it's your favorite. I think it's mine too."

I saw Dune Part 2 on opening night, in IMAX, with my dad. And to say it was a night to remember is an understatement. I can say with full confidence that seeing this film is sure to become a core memory.

The sheer power of this film is something to behold. I don't think there was a single moment in those 166 minutes that I wasn't entirely immersed in the film, my eyes were glued to that screen like never before.

There were moments during the movie where I was genuinely frightened, moments that had me on the edge of my seat. I know how this story goes, I know how it ends, I know who lives and who dies. And yet...

Paul Atreides is a scary man by the end of this story. The transformation he undergoes after drinking the Water of Life is unsettling, and Timothee did a fantastic job of portraying it. Paul's speeches about how he is The One- The Lisan Al-Gaib- are damning. You can see how much he believes now that he must be the messiah and how deeply the Fremen believe in him, but you can also see how dangerous he is. The power in his words is scary because I know how much damage the search for one person to save us all can cause. His final speech instills a sense of breath-stealing deep in the audience. It's frightening and disturbing because I know that this kind of religious zealotry is not being played up for the sake of theatrics; it is very, very real.

Jessica's religious indoctrination is scarily accurate to the indoctrination I've witnessed in my own life. The way she talks of "converting the non believers" reminds me a little too much of how I was taught to share the Word of God with those who didn't believe in Christ or God while I was in catholic school. And while her own indoctrination is terrifying to witness, what is worse is watching how she spreads her propaganda amongst the Fremen. By the end, they believe that Paul will save them; rather than being saved by their own people.

Despite knowing that Stilgar's faith is largely due to Bene Gesserit propaganda that speaks of a messiah, I still find him to be an admirable character. His unwavering and unshakeable faith mimics the faith of many religious people I know in real life. I've always envied that kind of faith, the kind that prevails regardless of hardship or pain or loss. I sometimes wish I could have that kind of faith, I wish I could believe in something that strongly. Stilgar is not shaken by anything Paul or Chani or any other Fremen say. He believes with his whole being that Paul is the Lisan Al-Gain, and that he will save them all.

"I don't care what you believe. I believe!"

And it's just such a well crafted movie. Shai-Hulud looks so good in this film (the sand worm riding scenes were breathtaking). The cinematography, the soundtrack, the acting; everything feels so intentional. I'm so grateful this film exists.

This movie will stick with me for a while, if not forever. It so faithfully portrays not only the story but the themes of Dune. This film was clearly made with love, care, and adoration for the source material. I couldn't be more grateful.

As the film came to a close, as Jessica's final words rang in my ears, as I watched Chani prepare to ride Shai-Hulud, I did not know what to do with myself. As the credits began to roll everyone around me stood up while I stayed seated. As I peeled myself out of my seat to leave, the music that played rang throughout the theater. I was breathing heavy, I turned to my dad, and we concluded that this was a truly wonderful film.

in conclusion, i can die happy knowing my favorite novel of all time has been so perfectly adapted.

[silvyysthings]

I was going to write about what is currently going on with Timothee in general and the smoke and mirror couple but as I start this I realized I don’t actually give a F anymore. On the other side I wish Armie all the best. After listening to his podcast these two will never hate each other but are not close anymore. I think we all know what happened if fans choose to actually listen. Nostalgia, cherry picking, refusing to believe facts and losing our friendships here are all that is driving this now. I just hope Armie is smart enough to get any verbal offers for new jobs in writing before the last Oscar votes are completed on Feb 21. Managing people with shiny objects is a long Hollywood tradition and a great way to control his mouth until then. Something tells me any positive press he has been getting goes away when voting ends and the ramp up to the Toxic show promo with rehashing and her once again playing victim to his villain begins. I hope this time he uses his platform to call out everything from journalists, articles and gossip when it comes. It was about somebody else but he already said the quiet bit out loud last podcast with the “people who turned their back and watched him burn” info. He unfollowed not for spite or any bitterness he rightfully has but self preservation. The only thing he didn’t do is call him by his name. Armie has a voice now. We all know their is only one question people are waiting for that he gets guests to ask him at the end of every podcast He knows it too. Although the interest now has a ceiling. Pretty sure it falls into his “ leaning into whatever makes you uncomfortable” philosophy. I hope everything turns out well for Armie. He didn’t deserve all of that. I agree with the 110k likes from another post who said Timothee deserves an Oscar for pretending to be someone he isn’t and having fans believe for years that he is anything like Elio. I hope the Oscar nom on Friday was worth selling his soul for. Timothee is Rich, Famous with all the right connections now but you only have to look at him to see the cost. Like many others now I think Kylie and her family are closer to the true version of who he is V the persona he built but good luck to him. Your blog has been one of the few to allow different points of view so thank you for that. It has been quite the rollercoaster but learned a lot about what really matters. Wishing you all the best. You were always fair.

You're welcome anon , as I always say , I allow every pov on my blog if it is expressed properly and without insults to the boys. I hate censorship and luckily my friends here are open to discuss everything without hate.

It's surreal how we switched to have now one free and ready to rebuild his life and work instead we have to worry for the other one . The opposite situation.

[starlightsuffered]

Christmas Retreat (part 5)

Info - pushy female, mention of bullying, British reader, shy reader,

I made my way to him cautiously, unsure if I was being punked. Kids had done this in school; pretended they wanted me to do something with them only to laugh at me.

“Come on, what do you hate Christmas movies or something?” Asked Timothee. His smile fell as I still was creeping nearing my like a threatened piece of prey.

“Hey, if you don’t want to-“

“No, I just, don’t know if this is real,” I said sheepishly. I tentatively sat down on the opposite side of the couch.

“Why doesn’t it feel real?” Timmy asked me quietly.

“I-I’m just not used to people being kind to me,” I trailed off.

“Oh,” Timothée said. The silenced yawned.

“Hey, y/n, I am glad I know you,” Timothée said. His hand was on my shoulder. It took all my strength not to pounce. He was so so attractive.

“I’m glad I know you too,” I said quietly.

“What movie are you feeling?” Timothée asked me.

“Doesn’t the resort decide?” I asked him.

“Well, supposedly, but Margret hasn’t been in here,” He shrugged. “Personally I haven’t rewatched home alone in a while. How do you feel about that?”

“Oh, I’m good with that,” I nodded. He flicked the movie on. I liked watching his fingers move over the remote.

“Has Meredith been bothering you still?” I asked him.

“A little,” Timothée shrugged. “Not as much though.”

“That's something,” I said. I wondered for the millionth time what his sexuality was. I hoped he liked women a little. I knew I had no shot but it would be comforting.

“Are you cold?” Timmy asked suddenly, Just as Kevin’s mother screamed.

“No,” I said quickly. I didn’t want him to think I was in anyway uncomfortable. I didn’t know why so many people had opted to skip this activity. I guessed they were doing couple things in their bedrooms. Fuck, I wished I were doing couple things with the man before me.

“You look a little chilly,” Timothée mused. What the hell did he mean? Was I blue? Was he saying I looked abnormal. My heart sped up.

“Wanna share my blanket?” He asked, finally. I heated as I realized his intent. He wanted me closer. I shakily nodded. I was feeling worried about pranking again, but he wouldn’t do that.

Before I could move close to him and under the blanket, Reginald appeared as if from no where. Timothée’s eyes were full of malice as the older man made himself comfortable. I was surprised at the hatred I saw there.

Before anything else was said, Meredith was there too. She sat on his other side. She was already rambling in his ear.

“M-Meredith,” I tried to speak up, I had told Timothée I’d help him.

“That’s my seat,” I said shakily. She threw me a nasty look.

“I don’t see you in the seat,” she snapped. She went on talking to Timothée, completely drowning out the movie. Timmy gave me a kind look. I was glad he wasn’t upset with me, even if I was a bit upset with myself.

I didn’t really retain any of the film. I was too busy analyzing how uncomfortable Timothée looked. He was clearly caught between two people he didn’t like. As soon as Home Alone ended, Meredith took her opportunity.

“Let’s go to the hot tub Timmmmmm,” she pleaded.

“I’ll go if y/n does,” Timothee responded. I was shocked. Reginald made an upset noise.

“I’ll be coming as well,” he clarified. I saw Meredith’s expression sour.

“Oh yeah, let’s make it a whole party,” she said sarcastically.

“Excellent,” Timothée said, clapping his hands together.

“I-I didn’t bring a suit or anything,” I said self consciously.

“I think they thought I was bunking with a partner. They provided me a one piece,” Timothee said. I was speechless.

“Come on!” Timmy said cheerily. He grabbed my hand. That spark that I wasn’t becoming used to flitted through me again. Before I knew it we were half way down the hall.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker @therealbeabodoobee

[lovelyrocker]

Golden Gobes Confession

RPF

Warnings: Drinking, Drunk Confessions

Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader

Word Count:1,520

You sat alone in your living room in your small LA apartment. You’d worked a double but you made it home in time to get into your pajamas and tune into the Golden Globes to watch your friend, Timothee stroll the red carpet. He’d been nominated and you were so proud of him. 

You’d known Timothee a few years. He’d moved next door to you in the old apartment building in 2021. You’d become quick friends and that friendship stuck even with his growing success. You’d hang out every time he was in LA and even though he moved you’d text several times throughout the week. 

When the camera panned to the crowd seated in the award ceremony your heart dropped just a little seeing Timothee with Kylie. Sure it wasn’t real. He dropped the ball and let it slip to you that it was PR. He made you swear not to tell a soul and of course, you didn’t. Still it made your heart ache, every kiss and loving caresses, every long gaze.

Your crush on Timothee only kept growing no matter how many times you told yourself he would never. You weren’t his type. He was way out of your league. None of it helped. You had an instant crush on him the second he knocked on your door and handed you the mail that was mistakenly put into his mailbox. 

The show ended around ten and you sent him a text message telling him you still think he should have won even though you knew he was partying at the after parties. 

It was nearly midnight when the knocking on the door started. You put your phone down and walked over to the door cautiously. “Who is it?”

“It’s Tim!”

“Tim?” You open the door quickly. Timothee was standing in front of you in his black suit and dark curls. “What are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be across the city-”

“I- I know.” He told you, walking into your apartment. 

You shut the door and saw him looking erratic. “Timmy, are you okay?” You walked to him, placing your hand on his arms. 

“I needed to talk to you.” He turned to face you. 

You saw his eyes were glassy. “Tim, are you drunk?”

“No,” He waved his hand. “I mean, I’ve had a few drinks but I’m not drunk, a little buzzed, maybe.”He shook his head. “I just- I was sitting there waiting for them to call the winner and when they didn’t call me name I was-”

“Oh, Tim.” You rubbed his arm. “I’m so sorry. I really thought-”

“No,” He waved you off but still looked at you. “I’m not worried about not winning, that’s not what this is.” He walked away then turned back to you. “I- was sitting there and when I lost, I felt Kylie grab my hand and I realized she wasn't the one I wanted to be there.” You looked at him confused. “If I win or if I lose, it’s not her I want holding my hand or hugging me.”

“Tim, then tell your PR team that you want out.” You tell him bluntly. “Tell them you-”

“No!” He says running his hands frustratingly through his hair. “That's not what I’m- Yes I want out but,” Her turns back to you and looks at you for a second. “It’s not just that I don’t want her, it's anyone else.”

“Then stop letting your team talk you into-”

“You’re not getting it!” He stalks over to you.

His hands are on either side of your face and his lips touch yours. You freeze unsure this was happening. It was soft but firm. It didn’t last long and when he pulled away he just stared at you, still holding your face. You slowly opened your eyes and saw his bright green eyes sparkling into yours. 

“How much did you have to drink, Tim?” You whispered out.

“Not even enough to get drunk.” He told you as he leaned back into you, catching your lips into another kiss.

This one was longer, He let his lips linger on yours before letting his hands fall to you back. He backed you up till you hit the wall. One kiss went into another then you felt his tongue swipe your lips.As you gasped at the feeling he lapped into your mouth, taking the chance to taste you. 

You pushed his shoulders, breaking the kiss. “Tim, you’re drunk.”

“I’m not.” He tells you, leaning in for another kiss.

But you move away. “I can taste the tequila on you.” You step back.

“Okay, so I had another shot or two on the way.” He grins. “I was nervous.”

“Nervous?” You shake your head. “Timothee, you have a bad habit of doing stupid stuff when you drink or get high.” You saw his shoulders slump. “You should sleep it off. We can talk in the morning.”

“But, I-”

“It’s okay, Timmy.” 

He goes after you, tripping over his feet. “I’m not-”

“Tim, you can’t- you didn’t drive here, did you?”

“N- no, I-”

“Good. I’ll tell your driver to go on. You go into the bedroom and crash.” You tell him with a pat to his cheek. “Do you need help?”

“No, I’ll-”

“Okay, go on.” You lead him to the hall.

Timothee looks behind himself in confusion before going to the bedroom and falling onto the bed. You go downstairs and tell the driver, whom you knew well, that Timothee was going to sleep it off at your place and he was free to go. By the time you got back up to your apartment Timothee was asleep, face down on your bed. You carefully pulled his shoes and jacket off of him, careful not to mess up the garments that cost more than your rent. 

You pulled the covers over him and crawled into bed next to him. Pushing the curls from his face you breathed deep, inhaling his smell. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and shut off the light. 

~~~

Timothee woke the next morning to a pounding in his head. The light shining in from the window made him squint. He groaned as he sat up, feeling like his head was going to roll off his shoulders. He stood, digging into the bottom drawer that held his clothes he always left at your place. He went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower. 

Twenty minutes later, boxer and t-shirt clad,  he walked into the kitchen where you had two ibuprofen and a hot cup of coffee waiting on the counter. “You are awesome.” He said as he sat at the small kitchen table, tossing back the pills with a big swallow of coffee. 

“Tequila shots back to seek vengeance?” You smile, taking a sip of your own coffee, leaning against the sink.

“Why did I do back to back shots on the way here is beyond me.” He rubbed his head. 

“Because you do stupid stuff once you start drinking.” You reminded him. 

He nodded, taking another sip of coffee. He watched as you placed your cup down and flipped through your phone as if he didn’t kiss you 12 hours ago. 

“You want a bagel?” You asked as you walked across the small kitchen. 

“Are you gonna say anything about last night?” He asked instead of answering her question.

“You were drunk, Tim.” She said offhandedly. “Weren’t exactly in your right mind.”

“But it wasn’t just a stupid drunken thing.” He said bluntly. She paused with her hands on the sink. “It wasn’t a-”

“You can't do that, Tim.”

“Do what?” 

She can feel him standing behind her now. “You can’t just kiss friends like you did last night and expect them to be as forgiving and forget about it as I am.”

He stands next to you. “I don’t want you to forget about it.”

“Tim, you’re being unfair.” You tell him with that burning feeling in the back of your throat that tells you tears aren’t far.

“How?” He placed his hand on your cheek and turned your face to look at him. “How am I being unfair?”

“You can't just kiss me and go back to how things were before.” You tell him in a whisper. “I can’t do that with you.”

“I don’t want you to.” He tells you as he leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

As he pulls away you open your eyes and look at him. “Did you really confess your feelings in a drunken rant about hating your PRship?”

“I wasn’t drunk when I started off here. It was the tequila shots of liquid courage that sent me over the edge.” He smiled. “I didn’t want to pussy out again.”

“Again?”

“I can’t tell you how many times I've wanted to tell you I liked you but chickened out.”

“You, chicken out?!”

“Yes! Me!” He laughs at your shock.

“And here I am thinking I’m not your type.”

“Baby, you are every bit my type.” He tells you, pulling you into another long kiss.

[meetmyothersouls]

Darling Death

A collaboration with @sufferingstarlight

Warnings: thoughts about death & suicide, dark thoughts, unprotected sex, smut, dirty talk, not proof read

Chapter 7 - Day 7

In all of my years of living, I couldn't recall a time that I felt similar o this. This is what it felt like to truly feel for someone. Want someone. Need someone. I'd never been close with my family, and I'd only had a handful of close friends. Men that I had dated in the past were nothing to brag about, and I realized at that point why. They weren't Timothee. Of course. I'd spent the last thirteen years looking for the person to spend my life with only to fall for the one who was waiting for it to end. The realization brought forth many questions, questions I'd made a mental note to ask Timothee about the next time I saw him. But a singular thought outweighed everything else: would dying really be so bad if it meant spending eternity with him?

I only had six more days left on Earth and I found myself not the least bit upset. The less days I had the more Timothee came around. In public, he wasn't as obnoxious as he had been the last few days and after our sexual encounter under my desk at work, I made him promise not to give me another public orgasm, not with my state being in a precarious spot with my boss. Timothee reluctantly agreed, though he used every opportunity to use is invisibility to kiss or touch my birthmark, which always sent icy hot chills through my body.

On day seven, the library closed early, due to an installation of new carpets. I took in my surroundings as I walked, noticing all the potential threats and ways that I could be taken out. There were so many. It'd be so easy to just...let one happen.

Just as the thought began to sound promising, a cold, lanky arm found its way around my waist, pulling me into him. I noticed instantly that he was allowing himself to be seen. People tended to notice him, with his dark curls, piercing eyes and devilishly attractive features it was hard not to. I pushed myself further into his side as if to say he's mine.

"So, where are we headed to?" Timothee asked.

I smiled, happy that he now referred to us as a couple. "Home? I think maybe we can watch a movie together...maybe a little more."

"Your mortal movies are always so dull and sad. But I'd like you to elaborate on 'maybe a little more' that sounds interesting."

"Sad?! Look at what you do for a living and then we'll talk sad, Mr. Grim Reaper. And you'll have to wait and see!"

Timothee laced his cold fingers in between my warm ones. The metal from his rings, the same ice-cold temperature as his skin stinging my skin. We walked in comfortable silence until we made it into my neighborhood. I wanted to so badly to tell him my thoughts about my death, but thought better of it, recalling his words in the graveyard.

Now that I know you exist, I don't want you to cease to.

"What thoughts are troubling you?" Timothee asked as we approached my apartment.

I dropped my keys, wondering if mind reading could possibly be another one of his abilities. If it was, he didn't let on. I picked them back up and unlocked the door.

"Just...I just have some questions," I said. Immediately, I reach under my shirt and unclip my bra. Groaning at the relief as I slide it out from under my shirt.

Timothee's teeth pushed down onto his bottom lip, and I realized I was already way too comfortable with my reaper.

"You expect me to focus on questions?"

"I'd like for you to, perhaps we make it into a game?" I walked Timothee into my bedroom, and he followed much like a puppy.

"A game?" He asked, shutting my door. He clicked the lock shut and my stomach flipped. His eyes were as dark as the leather he wore.

"Mhmm. A question game. We-" my voice caught in my throat as he began to walk in my direction, his eyes half lidded. He looked lethal. Then his face was inches from mine, his lips barely touching mine as he spoke.

"Game with the dead are quite dangerous, you do know this right?"

"I...yes, but, oh-"

He ran his tongue across my lips then down my neck, stopping at the my birth mark on my collarbone. He swirled the tip of his tongue around it, almost bringing me to my knees. "Mmmm," he groaned, as if his tongue on the mark brough him great pleasure. "Go on then, tell me the rules of your game, I'd love to hear them."

I attempted to regain my composure. "We each ask a question, and if you can't answer you remove an article of clothing."

"How about we skip the questions and just remove the clothing?" At that moment, Timothee sucked hard on the mark. My knees buckled, no longer willing to carry my weight. Timothee splayed a large hand across my back and led me to my bed, lowering me onto the mattress. "Or I can just take you right here. You're more than ready for me." He breathed deep into my neck. "I can smell it."

"Can Grim Reapers have sex?" I ask.

Timothee smirked wickedly, "I can do whatever I please." He slid his hands under my shirt and tugged it off. Starting with this. He reattached his lips to my birthmark, suckling it and nipping it lightly. The sensation alone enough to make me come. I whined in protest when he left it, kissing his way down to my breasts. My back arched as he reached a nipple. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard, earning a whimpering moan from me. My back arched off the bed, pressing my nipple further into his mouth. He hummed, chuckling at my reaction, pulling my nipple with his lips as he popped off. "Any more questions?"

"Where will I go when I die?"

Timothee frowned for a moment, then took his shirt off, before hovering back over my body. He placed a soft, passionate kiss my lips. "I don't like that question."

"Why not?"

"Because I told you I'm not letting it happen."

"But-"

"Next question, y/n," Timothee growled. He was leaving soft, quick kisses down my torso, one hand playing with my nipple, the other making its way down to my paints.

"What's so special about me?"

Timothee stopped mid-kiss and looked up at me, his dark eyes now darker than they were before. "Darling," he breathed against my skin. "You are everything. You are both virtue and sin. Life and death. Heaven and hell. You are an angel and a demon, and I will set fire to this world and any other that keep me from you."

My heart was beating at a rapid pace, I could feel it in my stomach, hear it in my ears. "You are meant for me and me alone, y/n. I feel this more than I feel anything else. You bare my number on your skin. That is no coincidence." Timothee's fingers hook into my pants and tug them down. He groaned at the sight of my pussy, dripping entirely for him. He pulled his belt loose from his pants, sending it crashing to the floor, followed by the thump of his boots. He stepped out of his pants and took his length in his hand, pumping it at the sight of me. I gasped at his size, wondering how in the hell it would fit inside of me. Timothee hovered over me, brought a finger to my chin and lifted my face to meet his, engulfing me in a passionate kiss. His tongue swirling with mine again. He moaned into my mouth and pulled me into a standing position. His cock between my thighs, I slid my pussy along his length, wetting it with my arousal. Timothee threw his head back, exposing his beautiful neck.

In an instant he switched places with me, sitting on my bed, his back against my headboard and his cock, jutting out at seemingly impossible length.

"Come now, my queen, sit upon your throne."

"I...I don't know if it will fit," I admitted in a small voice.

"I'll make it fit," Timothee responded darkly.

I straddled his waist, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders. Timothee held his cock for me, guiding himself into my entrance. I hissed in slight pain as I impaled myself with him. Timothee's head slammed against my headboard, as he arched his back toward me. I lowered myself on him for what seemed like eternity, until finally our skin met. I had so many more questions for him, but they seemed fuzzy now. They could wait.

Timothee's mouth attached to its favorite place, his hands resting on my hips, pushing me, begging me to move. I rocked my hips against him, feeling the head of his cock press against my stomach as I rode him.

"Fuck, fuck, ahhh," Timothee moaned, his fingertips pressing into my skin so hard, there were sure to be bruises on my skin later. "Slow down, slow-" Timothee steadied me on his cock, slowing me to an agonizing pace. "I'll empty myself inside of you right now if you-"

I brought his hands to my breasts, forcing him to squeeze them. Slowly, I rode his cock, picking up speed once his breathing steadied. He kept one finger on my birthmark, needing to touch it at all times. I kissed his lips before attaching them to his neck, sucking lightly as we fucked each other into bliss. One of his hands left my breast and traveled down to my clit, rubbing sweet, tantalizing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I felt my self clenching around him, and Timothee steadied me as my movements became erratic and sloppy.

"Timothee," I whined. "Fuck, I'm gonna-"

"Yes, yes, y/n let it go. Give it to me, baby."

I collapsed on his shoulder, shuddering and convulsing as my orgasm took over me. Timothee wrapped his arm around my back tightly, still thrusting into me as he chased his release. Then, I felt it, cold and warm all at the same time spurting inside of me, filling me completely.

I woke up with a jolt, sitting straight up in my bed. Timothee was gone. My thighs and my core ached, and a strange hollow feeling overwhelmed me. Where'd he go? I padded to the bathroom, every muscle in my body burning.

I half expected when I returned Timothee to be waiting for me, in my bed or hiding in my closet, but there was still no sign of him. I climbed back into my bed, tossing and turned for hours. Finally, at 3am, I felt the side of my bed dip down with weight.

"Missed you," he whispered into my neck.

"Where were you?" I asked, turning around the face him. It was dark, but I could still make all his beautiful features out in the moonlight.

"I had some...business matters to attend to."

I arched an eyebrow, "you're not reaping anyone else, are you?"

Timothee kissed me sweetly on the lips, "It doesn't work that way, y/n, Darling. And if I had to choose, I'd reap you and only you until the end of time."

We kissed each other quietly, lost in the graceful movement of each other's lips.

"So, there are more of you then?" I asked when we reluctantly pulled away from each other.

I saw his eyes search my face, bouncing around all of my features. "There are many."

"So, how did you, out of all the others, end up with me?"

Timothee thought on this for a moment, his finger tracing my birthmark.

"I believe," he said, bringing his eyes back up to mine, "that important events are set to happen, planned out by the souls long before your body sets foot on this earth."

"So you're saying its' fate?"

"You can call it that." Timothee tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "May I ask you a question, Y/n, Darling?"

"Mhmm?" I ask, feeling myself begin to doze off.

"When was your first encounter with death?"

My eyes snapped open at that.

"What?"

"Your mark," he tapped on it. "You said you were born with it. A birthmark."

"Yes."

"I mentioned to you, that you were marked with my number. I didn't fully explain then. This mark on you means you've died before in your lifetime. Died and came back in the same mortal body. It is quite literally, a mark of the dead."

"When I was born, I wasn't breathing. I was dead. For thirteen minutes."

"You were mine from the beginning," he said, pulling me back in for a deep kiss.

I pressed my face into his neck, breathing in his underworldly scent. "Let's go to sleep," he whispered into my hair.

"I thought Grim didn't need to sleep?"

"I don't," he said, "but you do, and I love watching you. I've got you, I won't leave this time. I'm yours."

I drifted off with thoughts of him and how to make sure I'd be his forever.

This has been a sufferingsouls project

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