#think if i can be in love and also get like timmy chalamet fit in that movie 2024 will be a good year

[loverboybitch]

these are from last week i just needed something to post.//.

[m-artemisa-c]

Lucky night

Pairing: Lando Norris x f!reader

This is an (18+) story which means if you are a minor, you are not allowed to interact.

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So this is the first time Im posting something, I was little bored and decided to write one of my many sex fantasies haha english is not my first language so sorry in advance for the grammar errors etc....i don't know if anyone would read this but if you do I hope you enjoy it <3

“Can you please send me the quotations we received today? I already asked you this twice, please focus more on your duties!”  –  I heard Derek, my manager from the other side of the corridor... what an ass... 

The truth is that I’ve been out of my mind for a while, unable to focus on any task. It’s been overwhelming, I must say, a new job, new apartment, new people, and a new city to discover or that’s what I thought. It looks like Monaco is as small as my little hometown, it took me only a week to “discover” my new home. Impressive?  Yes, I would never imagine being here, but I’m not sure I’m going to fit in with all these petulant and fancy people. Everyone seems like some kind of famous shitty person. 

“Do I have to send you a reminder? Or are you going to do the job you are being paid to do? “ – It looks like being a needy asshole is a required skill if you want to be a manager – “I just sent them to you, I also attached the price analysis I made for these suppliers”

For the last 8 years, I worked for an automotive company, it was my first job when I graduated from business school. I started as a trainee for the quality staff and after a year the logistics supervisor asked me if I was interested in joining his team, after some years I got promoted to the sales area. 

I was happy and grateful for the job I had; I'd make enough money to pay my rent and to provide my cat Murphy with all the toys and food he needed to be happy. My life was good or that’s what I thought. 

“There is nothing attached to the mail you sent…” – Derek screamed from his office - “Fuck! You need to stop now “- I screamed to myself. 

“Is everything ok with you? I know you just moved here two weeks ago” – I turned my face and saw my coworker Mike approaching me from his desk – “Ohhh... I’m..Yes, I’m ok thanks. I’m still getting used to my new life haha “ - I responded awkwardly, I turned my face again to my computer screen making sure to attach the files this time and send the email... again. I’ve only been working here for one week and Derek already thinks I’m retarded. 

“Do you have plans for later? We can go for a drink or two” – I turned my face to Mike – “Ammm .. I...mm sure, why not? Having some drinks sounds like a plan to me “ – I reply with a smile on my face – “Nice! So, you tell me when you are done with work, and we will leave. I know a nice restaurant with a stunning view. I’m sure you will love It” – he said as he headed back to his desk. 

One of the main reasons I accepted this job was because I felt something was missing in my life. And when I say “something” I mean sex...sweaty, passionate, and unholy sex.  It’s been 5 years since the last time I had slept with somebody... a guy I met on Tinder... a total disaster.  And after that, I decided I had enough shitty sex and  I spoiled myself... I bought my first sex toy. I named him Timmy because I have a crush on Timothée Chalamet, so since Timmy arrived, I’ve been a happy woman with plenty of orgasms. 

I love Timmy? Yes! no doubt about that, I would never imagine I was able cum so many times in one night, but I cannot deny I want to feel the heat of a dicks men while he is drilling my pussy, I want to feel how his tongue travel all over my body and praise me for being a good girl because  I ride him all night. 

It might sound kind of pathetic that a “grown woman” like me wants to be called a “good girl” but let’s be honest, being 30 is a nice age... That’s what I say to myself when I feel like I’m too old to try to flirt with men or go out. What a disaster! When I was 23, I was way bolder than now, I remember how I used to enter the clubs, knowing exactly which guy I wanted. The flirting game was so fun. Guys trying to get closer to me and dance while they ground their bodies with my ass, grabbing me by the waist and caressing my skin, saying sweet lies to my ear ... good days ...

“So, are we ready?” – Mike’s voice snapped my thoughts. I looked at my clock and realized I  spent 2 hours thinking about my younger years... a nice way to show Derek I’m not retarded – “Uhhh...I just need to send some emails. I will see you in the lobby if that’s ok with you “- Mike nods his head with a smile while he heads to the elevators. 

Maybe tonight is my lucky night, maybe instead of daydreaming about my younger years I need to lose control and show Mike the whore inside of me... – “We need to schedule a meeting with the coil supplier for next Monday and I need to know the amount we have been paying to our broker for these operations. That’s all for today, I expect you to be ready for the meeting “ – my manager said with an annoyed look before leaving my desk. God I need Timmy right now, maybe I can bring him with me and lock myself in the bathroom when I feel angry. I set up the meetings and headed to the elevators to meet Mike. 

While waiting for the elevators I couldn’t stop thinking about Mike and my lucky night. I know I said I was a flirty master when I was younger but now? Hahaha I am a complete loser, I don’t know how to talk with men. How am I going to seduce Mike? He is way more attractive than me, a good-looking man. If I had to guess I would say he is 35, has a nice body, and a charming smile... “Over here!” -  Mike raised his hand and I greeted him with a smile – “Sorry, I hope you don’t mind waiting for me “– I said - “It was only 15 minutes don’t worry. My car is over here “– he put his hand on my back – “Do you seriously drive to the office?” – I looked at him with a surprised face – “Well yes, don’t you?” – he replied – “No haha it's only a 20 min walk from my apartment to the office. I like to walk. It's a nice way to start the day” – it's true, walking is nice, and it feels stupid to drive such a short distance...this is what I mean when I say I’m not sure I’m going to fit here.

We arrived at a nice luxurious restaurant. This is not what I had in mind when Mike said we would go out for drinks, but the view was amazing, just like he promised. Don’t ramble! Remember your lucky night, Mike wouldn’t suggest drinks if he wasn’t attracted to me in some way, right? There is only one reason a man would suggest drinks... Maybe I need some alcohol so I can let myself lose and have fun ... – “Bonjour, je voudrais commander quelque chose à boire? “– the waitress asked and all I could do was look at Mike with a confused look- “He asked if you wanted something to drink “– Mike said with a childish smile – “Oh! Tequila for me please “ – I said as I looked at the waitress- “How come you moved to a city and don’t speak the language?” – Mike asked with an intriguing look – “Ummm well, I didn’t know I was moving until I had to move here haha It was kind of messy, at first the job offer was to be the intermediary between the company and the suppliers. No need for relocation, just weekly meetings but then I got a better offer due to my experience so here I am, completely lost. I’m going to learn how to speak French, people here are kinda pissed if you speak in English all the time ...Maybe you can teach me “– I suggested with a flirty look... or at least that was what I thought I was doing – “Sure! I moved here 3 years ago so I can teach you some basic sentences haha”

Drinks finally arrived and after 1 hour I could feel how tequila was making me forget about my insecurities, now was the time to suggest Mike take me home and maybe invite him another drink. Wait, I need to change my underwear into a nice set of lingerie... Do I even have lingerie? The last time I remember I bought sexy underwear was when I was dating my ex-boyfriend from university, well maybe I can improvise with some thong and a nice bra. 

Alcohol and overthinking don’t get along, take note! While I was deep in my thoughts, I ignored what my new friend Mike said – “Ready to go?” – Mike asked –” Go where?” – I said intrigued – “To my place “- he gave me a confused look -” I asked if you wanted to have some drinks at my apartment. Did you change your mind? “– oh shit... it is happening. Finally, my lucky night is happening – “Sorry, I just feel a little tipsy from the alcohol haha let’s go!”

The drive to Mike’s apartment was fun, he was talking about his favorite spots in Monaco and I was completely lost daydreaming about all the sex I was going to get, while adjusting to my seat I felt how wet my pussy was. My god, I'm so nervous, do I have to make the first move? or should I just let him take control of the situation?

“Babe! I’m so glad you are finally here! “– a beautiful woman said as she came close to Mike and kissed him – “I'm sorry to be late sweetie, we had a couple of drinks before work. I want to introduce you to my new coworker; she moved here two weeks ago, and I thought it would be nice to invite her to our open house so she can meet new people. This is Florence, my girlfriend, she’s from Monaco, she can help you with anything you need. Right, babe? “– I was in shock; all I could do was smile stupidly - “Bienvenue à Monaco ma chère! It's a pleasure to meet you. Mike told me you were having a tough time adjusting here. I'm so glad he suggested this, and as he said I’m here to help you if you need something “– Florence said as she smiled at me. 

What was I thinking? Of course, he is not attracted to me at all, he was only trying to be nice with the new coworker - “Can I offer you a drink? What would you like? We have wine, gin , tequila” - Florence asked me - “Mmm I'm already a little drunk so a glass of water would be nice. I mmm where is the bathroom? “- 

As I head to the bathroom I regret every choice I made for the last month. This was a mistake, everything was a mistake, what was I thinking? I don't belong here, I can quit my job and go back home. My boss hates me and I just embarrassed myself with the only “friend” I made. As I wash my face I decide that it would be better if I just go home. 

“Hey … mmm …I …  am sorry but I don't feel well, I guess I'm not used to drinking alcohol anymore haha I should leave now before I make something I regret” - I said -” Wait what ? When I told you about the party you said you would love to come, what happened?” - Mike asked - “Yeah yeah , I was excited about it but you know I forgot to feed my cat in the morning, he must be starving now. I need to go. Sorry” - I said as I grabbed my purse - “Do you want me to drive you home? It's more than a 20 min walk to the office from here “- Mike said jokingly - “No no , don't worry you have guests coming soon, you must be here. I will order an uber. I will see you on Monday and it was a pleasure to meet you Florence. You have a wonderful apartment, maybe I can visit both again when I'm not drunk”- I said awkwardly as I opened the door. 

Once I was alone in the corridor I realized how pathetic I was. I've always found a peculiar way to expose myself to awkward situations but haha this one is definitely in the top three. Maybe Derek is right and I'm kind of retarded. Fuck! the things I do to get laid, thinking about my sex fantasies is making me lose all my concentration. Maybe I can ask Florence to introduce me to some friends I can - “For fucks sake, get out the way” - I heard someone screaming at me - “Excuse me.. what did you say?” - I asked as I turned my body to face the rude voice  - “Wow, are you deaf? I've been here asking you to move so I can get to the elevator “- another spoiled rich guy, what a surprise. This is it, I'm going back home - “I'm sorry but that's not the way you should talk to people, you never know what is going on with others. Maybe you can be more polite “- I said as I rolled my eyes - “I was polite the first three times I asked you to move so don't try to turn it to me, you are the one who should be apologizing” - Oh god, I want to punch his face so badly - “Yeah, whatever you said Junior, why don't you go back to your daddy's apartment and cry with him “- I said as I begged for the doors to open- “Watch out! A little bitch over here! “-  the guy jokes as the doors open and we both enter …why me...- “You know, there is no valid reason for you to act like this. What is your problem? Your boyfriend doesn't fuck you enough?” - He said with a smirk on his face. Why are attractive guys such jerks? I look down as I wait to get to the lobby - “Yeah, that's what I thought, you are frigid don't you? I bet men don´t even enjoy your company, you look like a boring woman, now I understand why you are such a bitch”

It was all too much, the alcohol, the disappointment, and this spoiled guy. I tried to ignore him but his last words were like a stab in my heart… he was right, men don't enjoy my company, I turned into a boring woman with no sexual appeal, and then I exploded  - “You know what? You are right! I'm a boring woman, I'm all dried up, there’s no joy in my life anymore. Men don't enjoy my company even if I try to seduce him” - I was crying and yelling at him - “I haven't been fucked in almost a decade ” - the guy was completely in shock, you could tell by the way he opened his eyes.He was regretting saying those things - “you can say all you want about me being a bitch but it's not my fault. If men knew how to give a proper fuck I wouldn't be here…trying my best to be flirty - silence filled the elevator as I realized what I was doing -”…sharing personal information with a stranger and embarrasing myself …fuck”- oh god, this day is getting worse I think I'm going to lose my mind. Yes this guy is a jerk but I'm being mental over here. I need to calm down  - “look I'm sorry” - I said as I wiped my tears- “it's not a good day “

I buried my face in my hands pretending I was back home when I felt the elevator stop. I looked at the guy and he was pressing the red stop button - “What the hell are you do…” - was all I could say. In a matter of seconds, I felt a warm tongue deep inside my mouth while a strong pair of hands grabbed my face, cornering my body between the wall. The kiss was so passionate I could barely breathe, his tongue was exploring my mouth like crazy, suddenly this rich spoiled guy sucked my lower lip making me moan from the pleasure. When I opened my eyes all I could see was a pair of eyes looking into my soul, wonderful blue eyes that made me feel so vulnerable yet excited and horny.  His fresh breath was on my face and we stayed like this for what it feels like an eternity. I was completely mesmerized by this guy. 

He ran his thumb over my lower lip, just where he sucked it and I saw how he smirked. His other hand moved to grab one of my boobs- “You are a wonderful woman” - he said as he caressed my breast over my blouse. I let out a soft moan  - “And most important, you are not dried up “- he said as he kissed my neck - “I bet I can make your delicious pussy soak all over me” - I felt his thigh between my legs, just where my clit was. The friction was pure pleasure to my soul and I let a loud moan escape my mouth as I grabbed his strong bicep - “Come on, let yourself enjoy this' ' - he said as he kept kissing my neck. I was in heaven, he was kissing me just where I wanted. It was like he knew my body and how to touch me, I let myself lose and grind harder on his tight  - “Oh my g.... mmmm…yesss” -  I moaned as my head fell back giving him more access to kiss my neck. I could feel his smile on my throat as I kept moaning from the pleasure  - “Fuck!” - he muttered in my ear - “I can already feel your wetness” -  he said as both of his hands grabbed my waist guiding my movements - “Open your eyes, look at me. I want to see how much you are enjoying this” - he commanded as I was on the edge of pleasure, unable to react to his instructions.I kept grinding harder on his thigh with my eyes closed enjoying the pleasure and chasing my orgasm. I could feel it coming, my legs were shaking and I was babbling nonsense words and moans, and suddenly it stopped. I opened my eyes with an angry look - “Why …mm. noo … I was so clos..”- I felt how he turned my body to face my reflection on the mirror wall. One of his hands grabbed my throat while the other slid down to my pussy.  - “Open your eyes, sweetie. I want you to see how pretty you look when you moan” - his hand was teasing my pussy over my jeans - “Mmmmm yeesss” - I moaned as I leaned my head back to his chest - “No no “- he said as he guided my head back so I could see myself again - “I told you I want you to see yourself “ - he said as he gently rubbed my pussy - “Do you like what you see? Fuck you look so sexy, I can see how bad you want it” - I nodded frenetically - “ Yess please, I want it, please please don't stop this time” - I saw how he smirked proudly - “Mmmm such a good girl for me. Do you want me to touch you? Feel the heat of your soaking pretty pussy?” - What a jerk, he is making me beg for it … it's worth it…be a whore for him -” Yess! Touch me and make me cum”. 

I felt how his hand unbuttoned my jeans and slid into my underwear just where I needed him. Fuck ! I could hear how wet I was, sticky noises filled the elevator as  he opened my folds, his long fingers were traveling all over my dripping pussy  to my clit and teasing my hole. I watched the obscene scene from the mirror wall, this cute guy was driving me crazy. I felt a wave of confidence and I started to grind my body against him, I felt his hard cock against my ass, his big, hard, and delicious cock. Our bodies were like matching pieces from a puzzle, perfectly moving while we enjoyed the friction. 

I grabbed his neck to increase the pressure and in a violent move, he ripped the buttons of my blouse. With no hesitation, he moved my bra exposing my bare chest to him - “Mhmmmm…you have a pair of delicious nipples over here”  - He said as he cupped one of my boobs, my nipples were hard and aching for more - “Come on, cum for me pretty girl” - he commanded - “Ahh..yes.. please..mmm.. keep… keep going... I just …mmm… kiss me “ I felt his warm tongue in my mouth once again. I was moaning against his mouth as he violently abused my clit making my legs shake from pleasure. He kept rubbing my soaking pussy and without a warning I felt an amazing jolt all over my body -” Fuuck yes! Yess cum all over my fingers!” - I heard as I felt my soul leave my body, I was shaking like crazy. 

It took me a while to recover from the amazing orgasm, I was unable to stand by myself, luckily a pair of strong arms were helping me. Once my brain was ready I opened my eyes, I saw how this spoiled rich guy was licking his fingers covered with my cum. Fuck, he is so hot! I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile to myself. Sweat was coming down my forehead, my face was red, my nipples were hard and you could easily see how I still had goosebumps - “You taste like heaven”  - I heard from behind. I gave him a shy smile as I tried to fix myself but he stopped me. I faced him and he grabbed my face between his hands - “I'm sorry for being a jerk” he kissed me once again, a soft and gentle kiss - “And as i said…You are not dried up sweetie” - he said as he put one lock of hair behind my ear -”If that thought crosses your mind again I will gladly remind you how wet i can make you” - I instantly blush as I bite my lower lip, I tried to cover my chest with my ripped blouse - “Fuck, I'm sorry for this too”- he gave me a childish smile - “Why don't you come over my place? I will give you a shirt …” 

Maybe being here can be an exciting adventure after all, maybe Monaco isn't as bad as I thought. “Im Lando by the way, please accept my offer…You can apologize for being a bitch…”

[titstraction]

ok ok i'm sorry i didn't give you a chance to be a hater before. maybe this will be better... what's your opinion on fancasts? just in general, but also in terms of the popular ones (idek what the prevalent ones are except for timmy as regulus, but i know there are a few people tend to gravitate to for r/s as well..)

hahah but i loved to wax poetic about delicious food still <3

i wanna preface this by saying that once i was looking at andrew kung’s photography and i saw the Most beautiful man in the world and i thought This Is Sirius Black. hes name is Jullian Culas and i edited photos from his instagram for a moodboard from my fanfic ‘blue’ and i follow him to this day and am always awestruck by his beauty and headcanon him as sirius a little sometimes. i was also into tripp when goyp was big and it was a whole thing. (and i get ben barnes as dorian gray)

and i think sirius fancasts works for me because i write him as the Most beautiful man and hes always super attractive, outstandingly pretty etc in my fic which is also popular fanon. so its plausible that he looks like a celebrity/model.

when it comes to remus though - hes just a regular guy. hes ugly-hot. he has a fucked up nose and scars on his face. he uses 3-in-1 shampoo. ive written him with a disability. even with art, i think remus is harder to visually Get right - and no celebrities/models look like that. same with fat lily, fat lily is so dear to me but there are not a lot of celebrities/models that are fat red heads. celebrity/model beauty can be very restrictive and even boring, and i think its better and more sexy for characters to be ‘normal’, have pimples, scars, body fat, disabilities etc than to look like celebrities. i think gay fanfiction is at its best a little transgressive, and fancasts that enforce unrealistic beauty standards can be quite detrimental to than end (unless your character is the Most beautiful man)

theres also the question of flexibility, like i enjoy trying new things, personality wise and looks wise, in each different work (like sometimes remus is a twink and sometimes hes scary looking) and how do you do that with a strict fancast? my characters in my head as i write are Vague Shapes and Concepts and i dont think i could write remus if i imagined him as Andrew Garfield.

plus, Andrew Garfield’s too much of a Person everyone knows about Actor Spiderman Emma Stone’s boyfriend once Network gay for me to just… fit a whole remus lore in him.

as for timmy - my mom has a big fat crush on Timothee Chalamet and as such i can not imagine him as regulus black. thats my mom’s sugar baby thank you very much.

[garfinkelstingle]

heyy, can you do a fake insta for timothée? pronouns: she/her and face claim: blanca soler (or grace abrams). thanks <33

social media au | timothee chalamet

click here for part two

click here for part three

pairing: timothee chalamet x celebrity!reader

warnings: swearing! apart from that absolutely none lol

a/n: hi there!! thank you so much for sending this request in, and sorry for having taken so long! i was writing my finals this week so i was studying 24/7 but literally got to it the second i was free to! hope you like how it turned out :) (btw how freaking gorgeous is blanca soler actually??? i'm literally crying because hOw) ALSO part 2 of this is already in the works and most likely coming out sometime within the next week!!!

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tchalametdaily

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tchalametdaily timothee was spotted yesterday embracing a mystery girl and handing her flowers. does anyone know who she is?

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timmyfan49 i didn't know timothee was seeing anyone??? my heart is in literal shambles rn wtf

timmyfan05 everyone's trying to figure out who mystery girl is, meanwhile i'm over here bawling my eyes out because of course timothee is the type of guy to get you flowers

yourfan62 this looks an awful lot like y/n... i knew they were friends but maybe they're more? 🤭

timmyfan84 dude omg imagine if it really is,,, hollywood's two hottest people in a relationship? i don't think any of us would be able to handle that

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram back in ny for a bit ♥️

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yourfan94 nobody touch me i'm still trying to recover from the sheer gorgeousness of this picture (and desperately failing lmao)

yourfan62 am i the only one who noticed that timothee liked this picture suspiciously fast?

timmyfan81 no lol it's so obvious that they're dating it's like they're not even trying to hide it hahaha

realbarbarapalvin hot stuff <3

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timmyfan63 timmy's in ny rn as well... coincidence? i think not

tchalamet

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tchalamet 🐠

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timmyfan71 he doesn't even have to try and he still manages to look beyond adorable like???

timmyfan45 am i the only one who reallyreally wants to know who took this picture??????

yourfan75 i swear on everything that i hold dear that it was y/n, someone said they spotted them at the airport together

timmyfan36 is there proof? did they take a picture?

yourfan75 no but it checks out ig, she told someone on twitter some time ago that she was planning on going on vacay and she probably only went to ny for a couple days and then they flew out

tomholland2013 the weather looks lovely mate!

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yourfan62 me, patiently waiting for y/n to post a vacation pic as well to confirm what i already know 🙂

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram this picture was taken on literally the only day when it wasn't too cold to wear a bikini :))) still had a blast though!

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yourfan62 I TOLD YOU GUYS!!!!!!

timmyfan73 this is as much confirmation as we could wish to get lol

yourfan81 what did this picture confirm???? i'm literally so lost, i took a break from instagram for a month and suddenly i don't understand anything???

yourfan94 people are speculating that y/n is dating timothee chalamet now, and since he posted a picture of him from vacation at the sea two days ago, everyone is taking this picture as confirmation that they were there together and thus are dating

yourfan81 omg thanks i had absolutely no clue!!!!

taylor_hill literally wow

yourinstagram love you t!!!!!

maudeapatow ♥️

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timmyfan72 timothee chalamet or the world's greatest photographer??

yournameupdates

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yournameupdates honestly i don't know if the y/n x timothee dating rumors are true or not but they definitely would make a fitting couple haha!

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yourfan27 am i the only one who thinks it's a little bit weird how obsessed everyone is with these rumors? i think unless either one of them confirm them we should just let them be... but maybe that's just me lol

yourfan19 literal soulmates aaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

timmyfan83 honestly as long as they're both happy i don't care wether they're really good friends or dating... they would make one of the most amazing couples ever though!!!!

yourfan62 it's not even a rumor at this point lol everyone knows they're a thing

tchalamet

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tchalamet sleepy

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timmyfan67 i bet y/n took this picture

billieeilish why is there a pillow on the floor though?

tchalamet in case i fall off the chair from being so s l e e p y

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timmyfan29 those jeans would not look this good on anyone else feel free to fight me on this

timmyfan18 you look sososo amazing in those jeans i'm literally screaming!!!!!!!

tchalamet thanks, my girlfriend thinks so too

timmyfan91 DID TIMOTHEE JUST?????

yourfan26 I THINK HE FREAKING DID OMG

yourfan62 I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE A THING!!!!!!

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram amore

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yourfan79 LITERALLY SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

timmyfan12 we are all agreeing on the fact that this is 113% timothee right?? RIGHT?????

yourfan62 WHAT HAVE I BEEN TELLING YOU GUYS SINCE DAY FUCKING ONE????????

yourfan14 girl aren't you the one who has been commenting on literally every picture of those two since that very first one of them embracing got posted?? 😭

yourfan62 YES!!!!!!!!!!

timmyfan38 she better treat him right otherwise i WILL throw hands

[secretsandwriting]

So I’m testing some new things out with this so you guys will have to tell me what you think!

I’ve also come to the conclusion that while Timothee isn’t my favorte celebrity I like writing for him.

Also, I have no idea how movie premieres work so this is really just a guess and could be completely wrong.

Word Count - 1609

Beta Read - by google docs

Navigating through the crowded streets of New York was getting to be something you were good at. Moving there had definitely been a culture shock but after getting used to it, it was pretty nice. But now, you needed to get coffee and work on your French for one of your classes.

Ordering and setting yourself up, you started the assigned video and prayed it would make sense and you wouldn’t have to add another hour or two of study to your already full schedule. But as fate would have it, it sounded like gibberish.

Restarting the video to try again, you were pulled out of your studies by a burning sensation going down your arm. Pulling out your headphones you looked down at your arm to brown soaking into the sleeve.

“I’m so sorry!” The guy in front of you looked familiar but due to his mask it took a moment for it to sink in. Timothee Chalamet. He was an actor, but that wasn’t important. What was important? He knew french.

“That’s not important. Do you have any free time right now? I know you know french and I need to learn it and this makes no sense and it’s due in two hours.” You definitely caught him off guard, but he checked his phone.

“I have an hour.” He pulled a chair over and you handed him one of your earbuds. For the next hour he helped you, he was a lot better than the video your teacher had given you.

“Here,” he handed you a slip of paper. “If you need more help just text me and I’ll help when I can.”

“Thank you! With your help, I’ll at least pass.” He laughed and you said your goodbyes before he went on his way and you worked on finishing the rest of your homework.

While you worked, you didn’t notice the girls in the corner watching you with their phones out and slightly pointed at you.

The next day, you almost regretted asking Timothee for help when you woke up to your phone being blown up by friends and social media. There were multiple pictures of you and Timothee as well as multiple dating theories. One of the notifications stood out, Timothee had messaged you on Instagram.

You didn’t really talk until your next assignment came and you texted him about it. Together you decided to meet at one of the libraries. This time you knew that you would be spending time with a celebrity and people would notice so you made sure you at least looked alive. That way if there were pictures posted online at least you wouldn’t look like too much of a mess. Apparently Timothee noticed.

“You look nice.”

“Well, the chances of pictures being taken are pretty big so I at least want to look alive and not like I just rolled out of bed.” He snorted and you chatted for a few minutes before getting to work.

This time it was a bigger assignment so it took a few hours instead of one. But it didn’t seem to be so long, it felt like time had flown by and it was finished immediately. Timothee was interesting, you two could have fun but when needed it could be serious.

So when you split ways and Timothee started texting you an hour later, you didn’t feel like he was trying anything. It just felt like you were talking to a friend you had known for years. Then, you had plans to hang out two days later when he was free. The plan was to got to a park and play with kids and act like a kid, simply to feel like you didn’t have so much on your plate and could just have fun for an afternoon.

The interview he asked you about, was before you were meeting to go to a park and act like you were children, not adults who had jobs and college. But that was the plan, and exactly what you did.

The two of you ended up chasing each other until all the other kids at the park wanted to play with the two of you. The parents watched the two of you close when you played with them but that was to be expected.

Timothee was good with kids. Not just good, amazing. All the little girls were absolutely in love with him while all the boys were amazed by how strong he was.

However, as most people know. Kids have no filter, therefore they ask any question that comes to their brain. Hence the 30 different times you had to tell them that you weren’t dating and you were just friends having fun. Some of the parents seemed to think so too, one of them basically told you.

“Thank you for playing with Maggie, she had a blast and she’ll probably sleep well tonight.” The lady looked relieved at the thought. “You and your boyfriend would be good with kids if you decide to have them.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We just met a month ago and we just came here to have some fun.” She nodded but you could tell she didn’t believe you. Trying to ignore what she said you turned and went back to playing with the kids.

It was after two hours of playing different games, the two of you decided that you were out of energy. Timothee offered getting a meal and you agreed. And that’s how you ended up in a Mcdonalds.

For the next few months, you would meet up for assignments or just to hang out. The press had a hayday with it but after a while it was easy to ignore and then it became more fun to do funny poses every once in a while.

Then he had to go work on a movie so your contact was left to text, phone calls, and facetime. It worked but it wasn’t as good as meeting in person. He still helped with your french until the semester was over part way through his movie.

“Timmy!!! I passed!!!” You held up your phone to the camera on your computer so he could see through his screen. It was amazing and you owed it all to him. Last semester you had barely passed and that had been with 4 times the amount of studying then you had done today. Timothee was godsent.

“Yes! You did it!” You celebrated for a little bit before he got serious. “Y/n, since you passed I know what we can do to celebrate. When this is over, you should come as my plus one to the movie premiere.”

“The movie premiere?!” He nodded, you could see how nervous he was in his eyes. “I have one question.” He nodded, waiting for you to ask. “What am I supposed to wear.” He snorted.

“I’ll talk with my manager and see what he says.” So that was the plan. You kept talking with him, but now it was less about school and more for the fun of it.

When the movie premiere came close Timothee got an answer to your question. Though he almost seemed hesitant to tell you.

“You just have to go get measured and go to a few fittings. The brand making my suit is making you a matching dress.” You would be matching with Timothee sure, you were going as his plus one, or date depending on who you ask. But brand? This dress sounded like it was going to cost more than your college tuition.

“Ok, when and where do I need to go?” He gave you his manager’s private number so you talk straight with him and get all the details. Little did you know, that that was the beginning of the storm.

Somehow it got out that you were going with Timothee and even getting matching outfits. Soon, your phone was being blown up by people trying to get details and even shows asking you to come on and talk about it. Timothee’s manager called you and offered to be your manager until this all calmed down, mostly because this affected Timothee but the offer was still appreciated and accepted.

He texted you a link and told you to post it in all of your public social media bios titled ‘Manager’s contact’. While it wasn’t something most celebrities did, you had just been dragged into this. It would start as a base line until things were figured out.

Through this mess, Timothee kept apologizing even when you said it was ok and it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. You thought the manager would be enough but then you ended up sharing Timothee’s booking agent too. Apparently everyone wanted to talk with you.

A few days after agreeing, you learned that the episode would be realised a week before the premiere, but hopefully it would go well. You were also told that Timothee would be doing the interview with you which made you feel a lot better.

Timothee came back the day before you had to fly to California so you were going to let him take the day to rest because frankly it was a lot, but he showed up at your door with his suitcase. He hadn’t even gone home.

“Timmy! What are you doing he-” He cut you off.

“Can I kiss you?” What? That wasn’t what you expected. While you stood there staring at him completely confused, he started shifting around a little bit and playing with his hands.

“Yeah.” That’s all it took for him to get his confidence back.

Request:

Hey, I really love your writing.

Can I request something with Thimothée Chalamet? Maybe like they meet at a coffee shop and he accidentally spills his coffee on her and then they become friends and they progressively fall in love with each other? If you can’t I understand.

Thank you 🤍

[skiller0dani]

Cuddle Bug | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

smut requested requests info wanna be on a Timmy taglist? click here Sorry took me a bit anon, hope you enjoy xx Also to the other anon, I’m working on the Carl request as well don’t worry I’ll get it done! :) 

You cherished moments like this, and you never thought a day would come where laying in bed with Timmy would be few and far between. He’s always being sent all around the world for filming, press tours, interviews, plus God knows whatever else he needs to do for his job. You missed him so much when he was away it physically hurt, and for a while you nearly forgot how to fall asleep without his arms around you. You were insanely proud of him, you truly were but sometimes it felt like the rest of the World got to enjoy him more than you did. So laying here, with his arms tightly holding you to his chest were moments you loved more than anything. You heard his steady breath and felt it as it fanned over the back of your neck. His curls tickled your ear as he nuzzled his face into your back, how can someone be so damn cute? You felt your eyes begin to droop as his arms tightened even more around your waist. 

Timothee had been in between sleep, and being awake for the last few hours. He knew he crashed as soon as his head hit the pillow but when he was woken the first time it was due to a rather stubborn appendage hardening between his legs. You were nestled into his side, your rear pressed firmly against his hardening cock. He’d been away for nearly a month, and his dick certainly seemed to sense your presence. You didn’t even need to do anything, because everything you did turned him on. Even sleeping. Especially because on this particular evening it was scorching in New York, so you chose to sleep in nothing more than your little pink panties with a white little bow on the front. His arm was still under your body, and you were tightly hugging it to your chest, your very bare chest. Timothee’s other hand rested on his stomach as he laid on his back, feeling the throbbing through his cock becoming nearly impossible to ignore. He hadn’t touched your body in far too long, and FaceTime sex was barely enough to satisfy him- because you weren’t there touching him. He groans softly as his hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

Timothee closes his eyes and tries to think of the grossest thing he can to try and will his aching hard on away when he hears a small whine leave your lips. His gaze slowly travels towards you, where you’re gripping his arm tighter and your hips are very slowly grinding into the mattress. Timothee’s breathing becomes more labored when he hears another small moan fall past your sleeping lips. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who was lusting after the other. His eyebrows raise as you grind your ass back against him hard, and he sucks in a sharp inhale. Timothee slowly rolls over, to press his hard cock through his boxers against your ass. Feeling the contact, your eyes flutter before remaining closed and you moan. He very slowly slides his free hand down your stomach and under the waistband of your panties. When his fingers make contact with your soaked pussy he groans under his breath before pressing a light kiss to your shoulder. Your fingers grab at his hand still secured underneath you as Timmy slides his fingers through your folds. “Fuck baby,” Timothee whispers against the skin of your shoulder. 

He slowly pushes 2 fingers into you, and you tighten around him as a strangled whimper falls past your lips. Timothee thrusts his fingers slowly as he bites into your shoulder gently, and your breathing gets heavier. He slowly quickens his pace while spreading his fingers a bit and you whine as you throw your head back against him. How on Earth are you still asleep? When Timothee brings his thumb up to rub hard circles on your clit, you suddenly cum with a cry from your lips. Your eyes snap open as you cum all over his fingers and you blush as you slowly realize what happened. Timothee has a wolfish grin cross onto his face as he rolls to hover over you. “Dreamin’ about me baby?” He hums, his hands reaching to pin your wrists to the bed. Your face is on fire as you sheepishly stare up at him, “saw you trying to grind that sweet pussy into the mattress. You weren’t trying to get off without my permission were you baby?” Timothee asks, an accusing eyebrow raising. Timothee leans down to nip gently at your collarbone, “you know that’s against the rules babygirl.” He hums in disapproval, and you feel your pelvis begin to heat up. 

Timothee has a set of rules for you to follow when you two are sexually intimate. One of those rules is that you are not allowed to cum until he has given you permission to do so, even when he’s away. If you get needy and start touching yourself when he’s gone, you have to text him and ask if you can make yourself cum. You love his rules, it makes everything more exciting and you love when he’s in control. “Do you remember what happens when you break my rules?” Timothee asks, his voice sweet but you can see the lust building behind his eyes. You nod quickly, feeling his thumbs rubbing circles on your wrists as he holds you down. “Want you to say it baby.” He instructs and you bite back a moan at his command. You swallow a thick lump in your throat as you look up at him, “I-I get punished.” You answer and you see a satisfied smile slide onto his face. Timothee presses a kiss to your forehead, “yeah baby. You get punished.” He confirms before standing from the bed and releasing your arms. When Timothee returns he reaches up and locks something metal around your wrists. You look up and notice a pair of handcuffs securing each arm to the headboard and your entire heats up as you look at him. 

“Your punishment baby,” Timothee begins as he smooths his hands up your long legs, and he groans as he sees the wet spot on your panties, “is that you don’t get to touch me.” He tells you and you whine in protest as you feebly yank against the headboard. “But baby, I was asleep! I haven’t seen you in so long...” You argue weakly but your voice fades off as he raises his eyebrows in a stern manner. “If you keep talking back to me I won’t let you cum either, it’s time to be a good girl.” Timothee says, his voice hard and stern as he gazes down at you with folded arms. You nod slowly, “I’m sorry baby.” You apologize, feeling your arousal making your inner thighs wet. Timothee smiles softly before leaning over to press a kiss to your lips. “There will be plenty of time for you to touch me before I have to leave again, but for tonight I need to punish you okay babygirl? Is that okay princess?” Timothee asks, and even though he knows you’re okay with this, he needs to hear your verbal consent before he feels comfortable continuing. You smile a little as your cheeks are rosy with a blush, “yes baby.” You tell him and then he’s standing over you again. His hands grip your thighs before slowly spreading your legs open. 

Timothee reaches forward and rubs you through your panties and you throw your head back, moaning loudly. His pupils are wide as he watches your hips roll against his hand before he pulls away again. Timothee watches as your panties become soaked from how wet you are as you groan in annoyance. He slides his hands up your thighs again before yanking your panties down your legs and throwing them off somewhere behind him. Timothee presses one gentle kiss to your clit before sliding 2 fingers into you again. “God baby you take 2 fingers so well, wanna try another?” He asks and you moan at the thought before nodding frantically. Timothee very gently begins probing a 3rd finger inside you before all 3 are fit snugly inside you as he continues thrusting. You feel a small burn but your hips try to wiggle against his hand as moans fall from your mouth. Timothee presses a kiss to your inner thigh, “very good baby. Let’s try 1 more.” He whispers against your thigh and you whine as he begins to press a 4th finger into you. Your fingers grip the handcuffs tightly as the burn begins to build and a moan catches in your throat, “doing so good baby, just a little more mkay?” Timothee reassures you as he keeps pushing the 4th finger into you. 

Soon he has all 4 fingers thrusting into you and you’re moaning as his finger tips brush against that sensitive spot inside you. “Fuck baby you take 4 fingers so well, look at your beautiful pussy.” Timothee breathes, transfixed on the sight in front of him. With his free hand he reaches forward to part your lips and get a better view, a deep groan escaping his lips at the sight. You feel that heat sizzling in your pelvis as your moans turn into strangled whines, “baby can I cum?” You ask quickly right on the edge of cumming when he suddenly yanks his fingers out of you. Your heart is racing as you cry out in frustration that he stopped. “You’ve already cum around my fingers tonight princess, the next time you cum it’ll be around my cock.” He whispers against the soft skin of your stomach as he kisses up your body. Your hands yank against the handcuffs to touch him as his lips find one of your nipples. The only contact he has in on your breast, his hands aren’t touching you. Normally you grab at his curls or run your hands along his back, but now that you can’t touch him at all it’s driving you absolutely crazy. He gently bites your hardened nipple before kissing across the valley of your breasts to the other one. He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue briefly flicking against it before he’s already moving on. 

Timothee gently reaches down and runs a finger through your lips before grabbing his cock and guiding it to your wet opening. He presses a kiss to your forehead before standing up straight and grasping your hips. Timothee gently dips his head into you before pulling back out, you try to slide down to push his cock back into you but a hand on your stomach stops your movements. “Don’t move princess, or you won’t cum at all.” He warns in a stern voice and you bite your lip before nodding. Timothee dips into you again, gently thrusting only his tip inside you and you seriously fight the urge to slowly slide down and completely engulf his cock. You know that if you do then he won’t let you cum, which is not worth it so you stay completely still. His hands are squeezing your hips as wanton gasps leave his lips as he watches himself tease you. “Baby, please.” You beg, your eyes pleading as you look up at him. With a mischievous smirk on his face he suddenly slams into you, and you cry out as he begins to piston his hips against you. “God baby!” You cry out as your body shakes with every single thrust into you. His pelvis hits yours over and over as he pounds into you so hard the headboard behind you hits the wall repeatedly.  

Timothee reaches up to pinch and roll your clit and your back is arching off the bed as you feel the heat burning hotter inside your pelvis. He continues to slide into you, and your fingers wind around the chains of the handcuffs and all you can do is hang on. You so desperately want to touch him, to scratch down his back and yank him down to your lips, you’re seriously going crazy with your hands secured to the bed. When you feel the heat becoming too unbearable you look into his eyes, “baby baby please,” You plead breathlessly and he knows what you’re asking him. Timothee’s gentle pinching on your clit turns to harsh rubbing as he groans, “yeah baby cum all over my cock.” He demands and as soon as the words leave his lips, you’re clenching around him as you cum hard. Feeling you squeeze him so tightly sends him over the edge and just as he’s about to cum he pulls out and cums all over your stomach- neither of you want a baby right now. He falls forward, his hand catching him as he hovers over you, panting. 

Timothee sends you a boyish smile as he presses a kiss to your lips before reaching up to unlock the handcuffs. Your arms fall like jelly to your side before he reaches to the side of the bed where you keep the tissues and he grabs one and cleans your stomach. Once he’s finished, he presses a kiss to your naval before throwing the tissue away and sliding into bed next to you. He hums happily as he squeezes you to him, and you begin to wriggle out of his grasp. “No, no where are you going?” He asks with a whine as you stand up from the bed. You smile down at him, pouting in bed as you walk to the bathroom. “I have to pee baby.” You smile and he pouts further. “Pee later, come back to bed.” He tries to reason and you giggle at how childish he’s being. You head into the bathroom, “I’ll be right back. 30 seconds.” You promise before closing the bathroom door. As you go to the restroom you can hear him whining outside the door, and you laugh imagining his cute pouty face. When you emerge from the bathroom you see the saddest, most grumpy look on his face. “That was 54 seconds.” Timothee says, his arms reaching out to grab you as soon as you’re close enough. “Oh I’m so sorry.” You say with a playful roll of your eyes as his arms wind tight around your waist. 

“Timmy!” You giggle loudly as he pulls you to the bed, practically laying on top of you as his arms hold you tightly to his chest. “You’re not allowed to leave ever again.” He says, his voice muffled by the skin of your neck. You comb your fingers through his hair as you laugh when he begins to press light, playful kisses to the ticklish spot on your neck. “Ever again?” You ask through giggles and he shakes his head, his cheek pressed to your breastbone. “No, never. I’m not finished cuddling yet,” Timothee tells you, and you can feel his smile growing when he hears you laugh again. He loves making you laugh. “This big commanding man during sex, a needy little cuddle bug afterwards.” You tease and he playfully nips your collarbone. “I’m just gonna go to bed, and pretend you weren’t sassing me.” He insists with his eyes closed and you laugh for the millionth time this evening. 

“I love you.” You laugh as you pepper his face in kisses, your heart warms when you hear his giggles fall past his lips from your sudden affection. “I love you baby.” He smiles and you squeeze him to you tightly, man do you love your cute ass cuddle bug. 

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[desire-tenderness]

𝒜𝑣𝑒𝑐 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟, 𝒯𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒.

14 January 2021,

Hello my love, I hope you’re well. I have written much more often than before. When we are energized or distressed, it flows perfectly. And, well, I’m here in my room writing you a letter. Barefoot, to contrast the warmth I feel after drinking two glasses of Negroni, while listening to a song, Jardin D'Iver. "Ta robe à fleur Sous la pluie de novembre Mes mains qui courent Je n'en peux plus de t'attendre" I want to thank you for giving us space so we could talk in October last year. Jack has been a great friend to me, it’s good to have him around. I’m sure he opened up this space for you to hear me. I need to thank him for taking care of you, he told me how things are going. You’re such a strong woman, Lily; so amazing. Life is a school, we need to go through situations to learn how it works. It’s I know, sometimes I sound like an old man talking, damn it. I’m still sorry for all the pain and chaos involving your father, that sucks. You know you have me to talk to about anything. I wish I could hug her or at least see her smile, even from afar. Are you reading? As a religious man, I ask God to. Remember how we were in September 2019? When I said those days on Capri were the best days of my life, it wasn’t and never will be. I remember every second, every detail, every smell, taste, or feeling. Fucking Lily, this shit was so real to us.

When it was all over, the emptiness filled me for long days, months, it’s true.. I’m wrong, I’m flawed in many ways. Many times I get tired of the image that they built for me and it made me lose heart in June last year, I am not proud, but I should not condemn myself. I was not happy, I was in disgrace on the inside. I care a lot about these things. But I would never want my care to be misinterpreted. I’m just a guy trying to be the best for my family, my career, my friends, the best for me, the best for you. But I always look like Weird Chalamet, the guy who’s super dedicated to his work, clumsy and smug. But all the moments I spent beside him I could truly see and feel the boy I carry inside, who I am without fear or fear. My best version of it. Lily, my heart is wild, it’s human. Once you told me that I have a perfect soul, would I have failed you if that were true?

In that house, alone, in the middle of the vast green at Woodstock I could reflect so much, you have no idea. I needed it, my chest caught fire from the inside. Capturing the essence of a Dylan of my own, my version, it brought me contradictory thoughts about what I was feeling, but those thoughts were very strong. Sometimes I think some things I feel are wrong. the questioning lives inside me, it even disturbs me. I wanted to be alone with myself. Being "alone" is not bad, it is essential to know how to be well alone. I get a lot of pleasure from enjoying things alone. Travel somewhere where I was anonymous and it was just me and my backpack for a few days. You know what I found when I walked into the house? An ashtray with a sticker from a Hot Chocolate disc. It reminded me of Thanksgiving when we were all gathered in the room waiting for you to show up with the cake. When you started playing You Sexy Thing and you showed up with the cake in your hands, I immediately saw the most beautiful smile in the world and your cigarette on the red cigarette holder. I only used the ashtray a few times while I was there.

The sun was shining in Woodstock and a rainbow formed in my head. That sunlight passing through the trees. I could breathe a little and even sleep soundly. I had my coffee on the balcony while I filled out the Chronicles book. Ali, I heard at least 7 times the Bob Dylan’s Dream song before entering again. That time alone served me to learn more about myself and the world. However, that night there was the feeling that the room was getting too big, the microwave lasagna with the individual portion gave me a slap in the face. I looked around wanting to find a familiar expression, someone who asked me about my day.

Shit, I needed to call you right now to say these things, but I would cry. I spend all my time imagining you, Lily. As I lie in my bed, I can’t stop thinking about everything you said to me those days, those nights, those afternoons. Thinkin'Bout You in the starry night, remember? Frank Ocean playing perfectly to make love. We got so drunk that we could barely concentrate on what was around. But we had total control over what was going on in that room. It’s inexplicable how much more beautiful everything looks when you’re around. I remember perfectly how you led me to the delirium. You kissed my back as you bit her, and I looked you in the back of my eyes and I was hypnotized. Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands, your perfectly drawn mouth bewilders me, your wide smile automatically makes me imagine the power of your lips, man.. limb starts throbbing.

You said "Peach me Timmy", and our kisses began to burn, my body feels its touch like never before. Orgasm was like being under the influence of psychodelia. Come on, I’ve never felt it before and neither have you. That morning we made our breakfast to the sound of Otis Redding - Cigarettes And Coffee and we loved each other again. I want the fire we both made to still burn on you. Nothing is the same. I wrote to you almost every day in secret. Adult loneliness is fucked up. And I’m as weak as a man could be and I can’t help it. I want to feel you close to me, if you snap your fingers I’ll run to you, Lily. House Of Cards started playing here in the room, it’s like the volume is increasing by itself and the loneliness starts to fuck my brain without mercy, without affection. It seems like it’s part of adult life to feel this tightness in your chest, this urge to have someone within reach of your hand, skin and embrace. Seeking shelter in the pleasure of others does not solve this. I understand that opening the house and life to another person is scary, but I never wanted another person. I’m sorry about the media toxins, that shit really gets to me. I just want to spend my time with you, hold you tight, squeeze you, tell you what I want. I want to make you happy, I want to be happy. It’s so hard to leave her alone. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna burn that letter and call you right now. [Dialing]   ...   [Ringtone] - Timoly, ça va? - Lily, merci de me recevoir. [Relief] - I was writing a letter, but I need to hear your voice. I need to feel your voice or look into your eyes. [Voice trembles as if a knot were to untie in tears] - It’s delicious to hear yours. Put me in your room or come to me, and I’ll sing Sexual healing for you. I miss you. [chuckled with excitement] - You surprise me like it’s the first time, it’s so wonderful. I have so much to tell you. Can I find you now? - I wait here at home, you know my address. I also have a lot to say. - A bientôt, mon amour. je t'aime. - je t'aime, Timoly.

{This is a fanfic. All I write about is my feelings and desires. Here I transcribed my interpretations and sensations about the feelings of Timothée Chalamet. TEXT BY: L.M }

[baroquebucky]

Italian days

request: could you write something about going to Italy with timothee? Im just imagining how cute and romantic it would be 🥺

a/n: this is so cute !!! prepare for typical tourist attractions also i have no idea where any of these things are in relation to each other so :-) i literally googled what to do in these places bc I’ve never been sorry guys:-( this ones long so strap in and get ready !!! let me know what y’all think abt it ! i kinda wanna make headcanons about this too hehe >:) I hope you all enjoy it and send me some requests 🥰

You quickly finished packing your last t shirt in the already full suitcase, putting your weight onto it so that you could zip it up fully. You were excited for the trip that timothee had planned for the two of you, giddy to finally spend some alone time with you favorite boy. “ma cherie are you almost done?” you heard timmy call out from the living room. Quickly you grabbed the final bag off the bed and scanned the room, going over a mental checklist to ensure you didn't forget anything. 

“okay i have everything, did you get everything? Do you have all the things you need? What time is it? Are we gonna be late? Oh god what if the plane leaves without us” you began to ramble, going through every worst case scenario possible. Timothee looked at you in awe, he had never seen you this nervous about anything before, he least expected it to come out right before a romantic getaway.

“angel, calm down, it’s fine let’s go to the airport we’re right on time” he smiled at you, giving you a quick kiss before he helped you with your bags and you two headed to the Uber waiting outside your shared apartment. As you helped him squeeze the luggage in you both sat in the backseat, you were so excited for the trip.

“You know we should go to Paris for our next anniversary” timmy spoke offhandedly, mindlessly playing with your hair as the movie you had chose played on the tv. “That would be fun, I’ve never been there” you smiled, looking at him briefly before your eyes settled on the screen again.

“where have you traveled to?” He questioned, curious as to all the places you’ve visited. “mmm i mean I’ve never been to Europe, i left the state a couple times for road trips but that’s about it” you replied, not thinking anything of the question. “You mean to tell me that you’ve never been to Italy?” He gasped and you laughed at his shock.

“We aren’t all stars or rich Chalamet” you suppressed laughter but one look at his facial expression caused you to burst into a fit of laughter. “That’s it im booking a flight to Italy, we can go to venice and oh we could even travel to where we filmed call me by your name! And then we could go to Rome!” He gushed, moving quickly to get his laptop.

You were excited, until you realized you had $20 in your wallet and maybe $67 in you bank account. “Timothée wait no” you spoke, rushing behind him to stop him. He turned around confused as to why you didn’t want to go.

“do you not wanna go? I thought you liked Italy? You show me videos about people going there all the time” he asked, searching your face for an answer. “I do! I’ve always wanted to go there” you stated, sighing as your gazes met. “it’s just- how am i gonna pay for my ticket? I don’t have enough money and-” before you could finish timothée cut you off.

“what makes you think you’re paying?” He grinned, running to the room to get the laptop once again. You messed with your fingers for a second, you didn’t want him to spend money on you, you’ve always felt bad about it.

“timmy no you can’t just buy me a ticket there” you spoke, walking into the room, seeing the boy sitting on the bed, legs crossed with the laptop in his lap. He furrowed his brows and replied without looking up from his screen. “Why not? You’re my girl, think of it as a present” he smiled, you opened your mouth to protest but he quickly stopped you.

“i just bought them so you can’t take it back” he beamed, you frowned for a second before he gave you the puppy eyes. Of course you couldn’t resist, you tackled him with a hug and kissed him, thanking him a million times.

And so here the two of you were, sitting in the backseat on your way to the airport, going over the loose itinerary timothée had made for the two of you once you landedin Venice. He had gone beyond what you expected to make this trip memorable despite telling him to not worry.

When you got to the airport everything went surprisingly smooth despite you being nervous the whole time. The two of you bought breakfast and ate it in the little food court, then headed to the gate which your plane would be in and played games while waiting to board.

Once the plane arrived the two of you got on, of course he had bought first class, you wanted to scold him for spending so much but as soon as you saw how excited he was you couldn’t be mad at him. “look! we get pillows and everything” he giggled, you smiled at him and nodded, equally as excited as him. The two of you ended up watching two movies, falling asleep during the second one.

You woke up first, smiling at the sight of timmy with messy hair, mouth slightly parted and cheeks lightly flushed as he slept. You decided to wait on waking him up, instead you occupied yourself by looking out the window and listening to your music.

The landing woke timothée up and he smiled at you brightly, it took him a couple minutes to really wake up, mumbling incoherently before he came fully to his senses.

As soon as you got off the plane you were excited, pulling timothée along to get out of the airport as soon as possible. When you finally got everything and exited you got into the car timothée had ordered for the two of you and headed to the hotel to unpack.

Timothée posted a picture of you staring out the window in awe onto his Instagram story, “she’s excited right now, just wait until she sees the canals” he wrote, smiling as he thought of all the pictures the two of you would take.

You expected an average hotel room, if timothée really splurged then maybe above average, you did not expect to get the presidential suite at a five star hotel. The smile on your face made everything worth it to timothée, he made sure this trip would be memorable. “Timothée Hal Chalamet! How much did you fucking spend!” You squeaked, rushing around the room to check everything on.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is that you get changed and get ready, we’re in Venice for two days before our next stop and I have so much for us to do” he smiled, pulling you in for a kiss which you quickly returned. Resting your head on his chest you sighed, taking a Monet to let everything sink in. You’re in Italy with the love of your life. Holy shit.

Timothée had bought multiple disposable cameras for the two of you to use, wanting to develop all of them by the time you guys got back home.

Before you knew it you were wandering the streets of Venice, a permanent smile on your face as you took so many photos of the scenery and of timothée and of course together. The two of you visited the top tourist spots like Saint Marks Basilica, the both of you in awe of its beauty and laughing until your stomach hurt feeding the pidgeons.

Timothée was scared for his life when a pidgeon landed on his shoulder, immediately going stiff and begging for you to help him. You quickly pulled out your phone, recording him and zooming into his face, a face of pure fear. After you posted it you quickly shooed the pidgeon away, holding his hand and a small pidgeon landed on your shoulder and you fed it out of your free hand.

You smiled brightly at timothée who had moved away from you slightly causing you to giggle. “You laugh now but I’m gonna be the one poop free, those things are ruthless” he stated, a serious look on his face which quickly turned soft as you attempted to pet the bird on you. “Look at him he’s so cute!” You gushed, drowning as it flew away.

“Cmon sweet girl, we have a ride to catch, in the canal” he winked and you gasped, pulling him before you stopped, realizing you didn’t know where you were even going.

When the two of you arrived he helped you into the boat, it was only the two of you and the one driving the small boat, you were sitting next to each other, pointing at everything, a constant smile on both of your faces. He held your hand the whole time, most of the time looking at you rather than the sights you were in such awe of. A small smile on his face as he admired how beautiful you looked, you looked so stress free and happy and he knew everything else he had planned was so worth it if he got to see you like this.

After the ride on the canals the two of you ate at a small little restaurant, drinking some wine and talking about the days events.

“I just think it’s funny that you were that scared of the pidgeons” you giggled, and he frowned at you, “i wasn’t scared, i was just- cautious” he smirked, watching you roll your eyes at his remark.

The two of you finished dinner, walking around the now calmer streets, admiring everything at night for about an hour, kissing under streetlights and chasing one another through the streets, laughter bouncing off the buildings.

The two of you showered once you got back to the hotel and absolutely crashed after you had snuggled under the sheets. The two of you exhausted from the plane ride and walking everywhere all day.

You both woke up late in the morning to the sound of timothées alarm, you yawned, burying yourself more into timothées side, wanting ten more minutes. “Wake up mon amour i still have some stuff planned for today before we leave for Florence” he spoke softly into your hair, kissing the top of your head. He had decided to skip on taking you to Crema, deciding it would make for a good excuse to come back.

You woke up slowly, getting ready and waiting for timothée on the bed once you had finished. You were starving but you didn’t want to eat without him. You laid on your stomach and dozed off only to wake up to a now fully dressed timothée, smiling at you and kissing your nose. “let’s go eat and then we can head out” he whispered and you nodded, getting up from the bed and following him out the door.

The two of you spent the day walking around and seeing anything else you wanted, eating much too much food and buying way too many souvenirs. The day seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were headed to Florence, of course shoving all your luggage into the bus that the two of you were taking to the wonderful city. You slept most of the way while timothée read through a script for a new movie. He woke you up gently when you guys arrived, piling out along with everyone else as the two of you found the car timothée had ordered for this city, heading to yet another 5 star hotel with an amazing room.

It was late at night so the two of you only slipped into bed and set an alarm for later tomorrow morning, cuddling through the whole night, waking up once to eat some of the fruit that the hotel had given to the two of you as a gift.

The next morning the alarm went off and you quickly turned it off, placing your head on timothées chest, a smile on your face while he played with your hair.

“let’s get ready, i have something special planned, wear that one outfit you brought, you know the one that you said you’ve always wanted to wear?” He smiled, a mischievous glint in your eye. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and nodded, going to get ready.

After you finished you scrolled through your phone, replying to people and sifting through the pictures from Venice, deleting the ones which turned out bad or way too blurry. You decided to lay on your side, thinking you wouldn’t fall back asleep but you were wrong. Before you knew it you felt a gentle nudge.

“Cmon sleeping beauty i have a picnic for us” he beamed, a twinkle in his eye. You woke up quickly, a giant grin on your face as your mouth fell open. “A picnic? Oh my god this is a dream, angel you’re so amazing oh my god! I love you so much” You gushed, tackling timothée once you got off the bed and hugging him tightly, kissing him all over his face.

“i love you more ma cherie, now lets go” he smiled, opening the door for you and quickly taking your hand while walking down the halls.

You had ended up accidentally falling asleep in the car, head on timothées shoulder, he recorded you, saving it but not posting it, knowing if he did you would get him back and start a full fledged war.

As the car approached the Piazzle Michaelangelo he shook you softly, your eyes fluttered open and a small smile overtook your features. “Oh my god it’s so pretty” you gasped as the two of you stepped out of the car and onto the concrete floor, he got the picnic basket from the car as you went to save a spot on the steps. He quickly found you and opened the basket between the two of you, eating the food and making conversation, laughing and enjoying the fact that both of you were in Italy, overlooking Florence.

After sitting there for a while, cuddling and pointing things out the two of you drove into the city, excited to see everything the city had to offer. The two of you walked down the streets hand in hand, taking pictures once more and in awe of the beauty the city offered.

Of course the two of you drove all over the city visiting museums, seeing all the statues and artworks you had always admired through your phone screen. You almost wanted to cry of happiness seeing everything in person, you walked quickly in the museums, timothée barely keeping up with you as you rushed everywhere, making sure you absorbed every last detail.

Of course timothée took the typical you looking at art picture, and of course he posted it and captioned it “art looking at art” causing his fans to go feral, everyone tweeting and posting about how cute the two of you were. You held timmys hand when you realized he was dragging behind, pulling him along and forcing him to move at your speed.

“oh my god I love this painting, look at the brushstrokes! I read once that when he was painting this-” you began, going into detail about said artists life. Timothée stared at you, his chest swelling with love, a smile on his face as you went on and on about the paintings, he hung onto every word you said, loving the way your eyes lit up and the amount of emotion in your voice as you spoke of what you loved.

After you had visited the museums l, the two of you walked all over the city, taking in the culture and also taking many breaks and calling a cab to go to places he had planned to take you. Of course he set up a reservation at a fancy restaurant, eating to your hearts delight and drinking amazing wine, overseeing the bustling city as the sun set.

“i cannot believe we’re in Florence Italy” you sighed happily, looking out at the city while you sipped on your wine, timothée smiled at you. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to thank you enough angel, you really made my dreams come true” you spoke, turning towards your curly headed boyfriend and he shook his head.

“you don’t have to thank me ma cherie. I love seeing you happy, you deserve the world and I’m going to give everything i can to you, you’ve always supported me through anything and everything, you know me so well, i just love you so much” he answered. “but- you can thank me by letting me post a bunch of pictures of you everywhere” he smiled shyly, blushing slightly. You smiled brightly at him, your love for him growing. “oh baby of course” you giggled.

The next day was just as action packed, going to multiple cathedrals and basilicas which you hadn’t gotten to the day before, and then spending time in the gardens, taking so many pictures of each other, half of them turning out blurry because the two of you couldn’t stop laughing.

He held you hand the whole time, keeping you close to him the whole time, kissing you at times and always looking at you with so much love. All over Twitter and Instagram were pictures of the two of you holding hands and laughing, many of them with one of the two of you pointing at something, many of the ones with you pointing had timothée looking at you with a smile rather than what you were showing him, it gave you butterflies.

That night you headed to the hotel early, packing everything to catch the late night flight to Rome, the last destination on the trip. The two of you packed quickly, racing to see who would finish first. This made timothée sneak up behind you and unfold your tshirts, run back to his area and rush to finish, an attempt to beat you. You were one step ahead, you had hidden his shampoo so you had no problem re folding while he ran around everywhere.

“I’m done!” You announced proudly, smiling at your boyfriend and he rolled his eyes, a pout on his face. “That’s not fair! I finished before you i just lost my shampoo” he responded, you smirked at him. “Check under your pillow” his eyes went wide and raced to get it, jaw dropping when he found it. “y/n i swear one day im gonna beat you at these competitions” he huffed, pushing you playfully and you shoved him back laughing.

The two of you cuddled the whole time in the airport, attached to the hip, and napping until your flight boarded, where the two of you also slept the whole time. When you finally arrived in Rome, you both headed to the hotel, knocking out there too, excited for the next two days in Rome before returning home. The two of you only had two cameras left, it filled you with excitement to get the photos developed, knowing you would have so many pictures of him to post and an endless amount of wallapapers.

When the two of you awoke the next morning you headed out quickly, excited to spend yet another day together.

“timothée oh my god look at that dog! Do you think he speaks Italian?” You questioned, smiling at the small dog that walked past the two of you. “I’m sure he does my angel” he replied, laughing. Pulling you along the busy street, putting his arm around your waist.

The two of you marveled at the colosseum, mind running wild at the thought of people using it. “You think they ever had a concert in there?” You asked your boyfriend who giggled, “im not so sure they did my angel” you thought about someone using it today. “What if someone tried to have on in there today” you smiled and timothée quickly replied, “as soon as the speakers start blasting everything would just crumble” you laughed at the thought of someone wanting to have fun only to ruin one of the most iconic pieces of history.

The two of you walked along the streets, holding hands and swinging them back and forth, debating where to go next. “How about the pantheon?” You suggested and he nodded with a smile, “you read my mind darling.”

The two of you got there surprisingly quickly and sat down for a second, both of your guys’ feet hurting. You put your head on timmys shoulder, closing your eyes for a second, you could hear everyone talking, the sound of cars and the wind. “Are you tired mon amour?” Timothée asked, not wanting to tire you out so much, he wanted you excited and happy not tired.

“just a bit, but I’m sure it’ll leave as soon as we see the Vatican” you spoke, a smile forming on your face as you opened your eyes and looked at the brunette next to you. He kissed your cheek, getting up and extending a hand to help you up. “Let’s go see what all those shops we passed have had to offer later yeah?” He grinned and you nodded, stretching a little before falling into step with him.

The two of you arrived at the Vatican and you swear you had never felt more in awe than staring at everything inside, everything was so adorned and beautiful, even the pillars on the outside when the two of you were waiting (only for like 5 minutes) made you smile in amazement. Timothée and you kept pointing out everything, a smile on both of your faces. Both of your cheeks hurt from smiling so much but neither of you complained, too happy to care.

After the two of you walked around for a bit more you left and entered the busy streets of Rome once again, taking pictures of each other all the time and stopping to look at anything and everything. “Let’s go get something to eat” you suggested. “Oh yeah I’m starving after all that walking” he replied, pulling out his phone to find a nice place to get food.

Soon enough he found a nice spot and the two of you arrived there quickly, excited to eat. After ordering and eating the two of you sat in comfortable silence, taking the time to wind down before going back out. “can we go to the Trevi Fountain? I brought coins for us to throw in” you asked and timothée wanted to kiss you all over and hug you and never let you go because god you were so fucking cute.

“of course we can go mon amour, are you ready to go right now?” He asked and you nodded, he paid quickly before taking his hand in yours, the two of you walking slower than before, you were leaning on him slightly, he was talking about some story that had happened to him in high school. You don’t remember exactly how the story had come up but you were grateful that it had.

As the two of you continued walking hand in hand and smiling at the sights you realized that no one had disturbed the two of you this whole trip which was very surprising, but you were grateful that his fans were respectful of the two of you. “okay i told you am embarrassing story of me in high school you tell me one” he pushed and you groaned, stealing the water bottle from his hands and gulping down the drink.

“i wasn’t really embarrassing in high school, i had like five friends and we always looked out for one another, middle school i was the biggest emo alive” you shuddered thinking back to all the diary entries you had made. “I remember i wrote this one poem that was so cringe and i thought it was the best thing ever written” you cringed at the memory and he bursted our laughing, leaning into you as he did so.

“Do you still have said diary?” He questioned, a mischievous smile forming on his face, “back at my parents house yeah” you replied, narrowing your eyes at him, “but you will never lay your eyes on a single one of those pages Hal” you sternly replied, smiling as he rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to him, putting his arm around you. “We’ll see about that one” he smiled.

“oh my god! Timmy there it is!” You shrieked, energy suddenly overflowing as you ran, pulling timothee with you causing him to almost trip over his feet. You pushed through the crowd, saying excuse me and sorrys until you got the the front of the fountain. Timothée arrived a couple seconds after you, out of breath and amazed at how fast you had ran.

“ma cherie you need to slow down” he spoke, leaning over to catch him breath. You stared at the fountain in awe, a smile sprawled across you face, taking in the beauty of it all. “I can’t believe I’m really here” you whispered, timothée got up, wrapping both his arms around your waist. “Believe in my love” he smiled, kissing you on the cheek.

Suddenly you heard a crack of thunder and soon enough rain started pouring, the once crowded area was now close to empty as everyone ran for shelter, you and timothée didn’t budge, mainly because you didn’t even flinch and refused to move.

you turned to timothée, hair sticking to both of your foreheads a wild smile on your face as you dig into your pocket, looking for the coins you had brought. Quickly you handed one to timothée. “Ready?” You smiled and he nodded. “Okay, 1, 2, 3!” You shouted, the coins flipping into the water at the same time. Turning to timothée you found him smiling at you and you laughed.

“When in Rome” you said before bunching his shirt into your fist and pulling him into a kiss, you eyes shutting as rain fell around the two of you. The kiss was what you imagined the movie ones were like, passionate and loving. You smiled into the kiss before you opened your eyes and pulled away.

“you drive me crazy y/n” he whispered, a giant smile on his face as you wiped away the water from your eyes and pushed the hair out of your face. “Should we get out of the rain?” You giggled and he nodded, “probably, we don’t wanna get sick” he joked and you punched him. “Don’t fucking jinx it!” You yelled, running to the nearest shelter you could find, which so happened to be a tourist shop.

Shopping with timothée was always fun, shopping with timothée in another country was another level. He wanted to buy you everything you looked at, he would buy you at $50 shirt if you really wanted it. The two of you were dripping wet and needed to buy new clothes or else you would definitely get sick. You ended up wearing tacky tourist shirts, getting matching ones of course and buying souvenirs for everyone back home as well as a few things to decorate and to keep for yourselves.

Considering how hard it was pouring and the fact that the two of you now had wet socks you decide to call it a day and go back to the hotel room, not wanting to get sick considering tomorrow was the last day. You were glad that it was already 5 pm, you wouldn’t have missed that much that you had planned and you could easilh get to them tomorrow.

You guys quickly got into a car and made your way back to the hotel, opting on showering together. As the two of you stepped in you let out a sigh at the feeling of the warm water. You let the water rinse the two of you off before shutting it off and getting timothées shampoo, telling him to turn around so you could wash his hair.

“thank you for this whole trip baby, it’s really been a dream come true” you spoke, massaging the shampoo into his hair. “Im sorry that it rained sweetheart, i really wanted us to be able to do everything because this was supposed to be perfect and-” you frowned at him despite his back being to you. “Timothée you can’t control the weather! And even then this trip is already perfect because I’m here with you. I’m in Italy with the love of my life dammit, ive drank so much good wine and eaten even more good food! We haven’t gotten this much time alone in god knows how long, you’ve literally had a chauffeur in every city so that we didn’t have to worry about parking and you made us an itinerary! Everything about this trip has been perfect, even the hiccups in the road.” You stated, smiling at the memories the two of you had already made.

You turned the water back on to rinse the shampoo out of his hair and he smiled at you, kissing you on the forehead. “And plus, i finally got my kiss in the rain AND it was infront of the trevi fountain, how am i supposed to complain again ever?” You smiled up at him, he laughed and quickly closed his eyes as shampoo rinsed from his hair. He grabbed your shampoo and began to wash your hair, you relaxed at his touch and closed your eyes.

“I love you so much angel, you don’t even understand” he whispered, you hummed in response. He gave you a soft kiss to your neck, giving you goosebumps.

Soon enough you guys hopped out of the shower, warm and clean and changed into some pijamas, snuggling into bed and looking out of the giant window next to you. Between the sound of the rain hitting the window and timothées soft breathing, you quickly dozed off, not caring that it was only 6:30 pm and you’d probably wake up at 2 am with an insane amount of energy. Timothée asked you something,confused as to why you weren’t replying until he looked at you, a bashful smile on his face when he saw you sleeping.

“you know i love you so much, you mean the world to me mon amour, there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you” he whispered, brushing your hair lightly to get it out of your face. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, turning the lights off in the room before closing his eyes and drifting off the sleep alongside you.

You ended up not even waking up throughout the night, instead sleeping until early the next morning. You hadn’t realized how tired you had been until now since you were more energetic than ever, excited to get as much in on the last day.

Timothée was the one dragging you around everywhere today, determined to get through the list had made, you smiled at him as he explained everything to you, surprised at how much he knew. “When did you make this list anyway?” You asked over lunch, looking up at him after you chewed your food. “I woke up at 2am and i couldn’t sleep but i didn’t wanna wake you up so i made this list and researched everything so i can give you the full tour guide experience” he replied, a giant smile on his face as you gawked at him.

“yeah that’s it, I’m gonna marry you” you shrugged, continuing to eat as timothée blushed and kept eating. The conversation flowing easily between the two of you and a comfortable silence falling into place at times.

The day continued quickly, visiting many more sites and before you knew it your disposable camera came to an end, and 30 minutes later so did timothées as the sunset. The two of you sat down on a bench, waiting on your guys’ driver to arrive so the two of you could pack up and head home.

“i can’t believe it’s over” you smiled softly, sad that it was over but happy that it happened. “Don’t worry mon amour im sure we’ll be back soon enough” he smiled and you put your head on his shoulder. “I love you with everything I have timothée” you spoke, looking up at him from your position. He kissed your forehead gently, “i love you so much more y/n” he smiled.

The two of you once again raced to pack up, you purposefully ‘lost’ your favorite shirt and let him win, although he would always hold it against you, it didn’t matter because you would lose over and over and over again if it meant seeing the amount of joy on his face when he shouted “IM DONE” and looked over at you with an unzipped suitcase.

As the two of you were waiting at the airport gate you had to make the obligatory Instagram post, gathering pictures of the two of you together and of yourself to post, you smiled as you picked out the photos. Searching the internet to see if anyone had caught the two of you kissing in the rain in front of the fountain, which of course they had. You looked over at a napping timothée, smiling as you set the photo as your lockscreen and added it to your post, quickly you typed out your caption.

“Italian days <3”

[alittlefrenchtree]

l know you don't want to talk about PR, but if you were managing Timmy's PR , how would be your way to do it ? Cause tbh his team his horrible about it.

Hey there! I love this "I know that you don't want to talk about this, but let's ignore that and talk about it anyway" vibe you're giving here, Nonny 😁 (Don't worry, I'm kidding. I don't mind at all 😉)

It's not that I don't want to talk about PR. I love talking about PR in general ways. I've always been interested in marketing, public images, public relation strategy, etc. It's just that, I now try to avoid talking about Timmy's because I realized it kills the conversation pretty quickly. I was trying to talk about things, marketing concepts that are well known and studied and used (I was going to say by every business, but now it's literally everyfuckingbody with social media including your own mom) and yet, the moment I start talking about Timmy's one and how Timmy seemed to be slightly shifting his image at this or that moment, why and how he could need this or that right now, the majority of what I get in return in my inbox is "you keep saying he's lying all the time and fake, why are you still pretending to love him" or "hahahaha totally agree with you, he's a slut for fame and a fake guy, let's roast him together" and I'm just "why do I even bother writing something if nobody is going to read it anyway?" (because I like reading myself write, that's why I bother 😬). It makes me want to scream at someone's, or like at said before, multiple someones. Then I remember it's the Internet and you never know when you're talking to an innocent 13 yo so, it's ok. (If you're 13 yo and love Timmy, you're right. I'm the liar, he has never lied or do something he didn't like just for work, never fart in his entire life. He's the prince charming, keep dreaming. Everything is good. We'll talk again in 10 years.) Surprisingly enough, I don't get as many passionate reaction about pr when Timmy's name isn't mentioned anywhere, so I rather do that now.

And also many people keep thinking or at least acting like PR only means public romance/sex life and it's a) boring b) lowkey insulting for the art of PR so I'm not usually keen to entertain the conversation.

Talking about Timmy's PR is now also frustrating because the majority of the conversations going on about him for over a year have been... so fucking dumb? I get that COVID is to blame in many ways but it would be naive to think that it's the only reason. In every situation, we're doomed to talk about what color is hair is and where he does or doesn't put his dick because that's how things are. Shallow. And I get it's not only the audience's fault and even if it was, it wouldn't be Timmy's audience's fault specifically because it's how human beings generally are, always gossiping. The guy could spend days talking about interesting stuff about himself, his artistic vision, his career, the shitty industry he's evolving in and all people would talk for a month would be "but where does he put his dick???"

And to answer your question(s), I'm pretty sure I've already talked about it in a few asks but since tumblr sucks, it'll be easier to write it again than to look for links. I apologize to those who've read it back then and still remember it.

I don't think his pr team is doing a terrible job. I think they made mistakes, like everybody but they're far from being terrible. Just because you (or I) don't like what we see at this or that point, doens't mean they're terrible. When you have a client who's career looks like Timmy's, who's global image's looks like Timmy's, whose everybody used any excuse to talk about, to be seen with just to be associated with his image because he does has a good image, you can't say his pr team is doing a terrible job. A few hundreds of people on Tumblr or a few thousand on Reedit or Twitter or wherever saying it's terrible doesn't make it terrible. Like I've said before, talent and personality can only make you go so far. The world is full of talented people with sweet personalities. It isn't full of Timothée Chalamets.

That being said, there are three answers to your question.

I could do my PR job according to my personal taste, but then I would be a terrible job as a PR for him. Like if I was listening to me, I would shut his twitter and his instagram accounts for example. But it would be a bad thing to do at the moment. Maybe there will be a window to do that in a few years, but right now it would be tricky. I consume a lot of live content these (and always talking about Twitch, i know) so I maybe it's something I'd like to do that but Timmy would not be very good at it. For him to be, it would entirely re-shaped what it means to be an Hollywood actor so, so kind of time consuming for an unknown and uncertain result.

So yeah, a lot of what I like wouldn't be very fitted with what Timmy is or needs at the moment soooo, maybe I'd be the terrible PR person.

I could do my PR job for him as a human being and I wouldn't change much to what's happening, to be honest.

I could do my PR job for him as an actor who's leading actor on a sci-fi Warner Bros franchise and a big public person and maybe I'd do exactly the same as they are doing right now.

The only important thing I'd do (and hope he has people to do that for him right now) is trying to protect him. There are way to many example of famous people who have been teenagers idols, walking wet dreams for young adults, global superstar when they were teenagers or young adults themselves who come back at thirty saying how difficult it was. How at first it was a dream come true and so cool but that it too quickly turned into a living nightmare. And you probably can't protect these people that much trom constant attention from millions of people, but I think I'd still try. Nobody deserves to be suffering from depression (if not worse or more) by the age of 25 just because their childhood dream happened to become their daily job.

Should I still apologize for the length of my answers or does everybody is used to by rambling by now?

Anyway, thank you for the question, Nonny. Have a nice day 😘

[writingqueen456]

Was in Bobatalks live stream today and we asked the very important question:

ROBIN - Timothee Chalamet or Dylan O'Brien

TIMMY-TIM

Pros: Extremely talented. Looks young. Doesn't look like someone who could whoop-butt but probably could with training and choreography. Has worked with Rob before. Would really look like a Robin. Is pretty funny.

Cons: I love him...BUT HE IS EVERYWHERE. While it feels like great casting, Reeves is making some very unconventional and astounding choices and his casting is almost cliche.

DYL-PICKLE

Pros: This man is hilarious. This man is quite underrated. Can already kick-booty. Much like Timmy can give gut-wrenching performances. Could definitely play an adult Robin who thinks he knows what he's doing but totally doesn't. (I've always wanted Rob and Dylan to work together lol). Fits with Reeves' casting choices of the last person you would expect.

Cons: Timmy is ten years younger than Rob. Dylan is only five, so if they casted Dylan, they could never get away with his Robin being a baby. He also doesn't really look like stereotypical Robin, and even though Dylan has been a leading man for some time, he was the side-kick for years on Teen Wolf.

I'm incredibly torn here. My eyes are like, yeah Timmy. My heart is like, Dylan ftw. Timmy being cast would be great and we all know he'd crush it but it wouldn't shake things up like Dylan.

It's like putting the IT boy versus the Underdog. But both would just do it so well.

Thoughts?

[like-sands-of-time]

maybe im just used to the concept of

beards and celebs never getting to truly be 100% themselves at all times from my other fandoms but im really not that phased by Timmy's PR relationship.. like, I kinda want to know what's going through some of the intense stans minds that y'all are so thoroughly pissed at him all the time(particularly last month) when he's literally doing what he's contractually obligated to. i mean if anyone sees this and is in that boat pls feel free to respond to this or jump in my dms I promise I'll be respectful.

that being said, timothée chalamet is a brand name. his agent, his team, they sell him both to the public and to directors, hiring cast, other big actors, anyone who is important enough to get him somewhere. those who manage him have decided this is the route he needs to take to make it big. it has absolutely nothing to do with his talent that's just how this market works.

it's why a lot of ppl hate it sure but unless YOU the audience collectively say stop it isn't ok for them to have to lie to seem interesting to us all the time they're not going to. they lie because they're giving the ppl what they say they want. you may think it's stupid but gullible fans do look at actors and go "oh they're together?? wow I wanna see the movie that sparked that!" or "wow those two look really good together I wanna support their joint project!!".

it is a real thing ppl really think or charmie stans wouldn't exist either. y'all saw their chemistry and now you support them together and also their separate projects. that movie brought in lots of new fans for them both. why are you so mad they're continuing to do they with Timmy now? the only reason I can think is cos you really love your ship and all the others are a threat to it.

I like charmie and I think the two of them have a genuine chemistry and connection they goes far beyond the bounds of normal co-workers or even best friends. I think they fit together bc they shared emotional and physical experiences that fostered that connection and I think they will be close their whole lives.

that doesn't mean I think all of what Timmy has said his own opinions are are fake bc his manager happens to believe this is the best route for him.. they doesn't mean I fully understand why someone openly gay like brian would encourage Timmy to be so openly cringy heterosexual (cough all of those pics where he just looks so so uncomfortable). but I do have to say that just bc someone's gay doesn't mean they respect others, doesn't mean they can handle anyone elses situation let alone a very talented young actors, and I don't know his history maybe he has a reason for trying to shelter Timmy *shrugs*. that whole discussion about how Brian should act based on his own life is so weird we really don't know anything about that so honestly it isn't relevant...

it also doesn't mean I agree with every single thing Timmy does in his life but then again I never thought I would from the start..? you can't raise someone up so high, have such strict expectations for the ways they can and should act/think and then get pissed at them if they happen to not respond like that or even change and grow.

you need to understand that even big names still get paired with former costars(sometimes YEARS after a project--i can think of so many), still do strictly promo relationships that end afterwards. for whatever reason it's a fact of life and it's no more Timmy's fault that your own as the buyer of that product for existing.

[rorybergstrom]

 hello, it’s swamp witch nora again…. hitting u with a tiny baby boy who is also terrible (sometimes).  musical softboi who loves karl marx and hates children dying in cobalt mines to make smart phones. as is tradition, here’s the pinterest board, have a peruse x

「 timothee chalamet. cismale. 」have you seen rory bergström around yet? i hear he’s decided to be in AUDAX for their JUNIOR year as a MUSIC TECHNOLOGY major. the 23 year old SHEEP is known to be fanatical, eccentric, nitpicky and dogmatic. ➨ the muse is written by nora, she/her, 23, gmt.

aesthetics.

bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and djing into the blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars, marxist literature in stacks against your bedroom walls, a burner phone twice-shattered and a stash of replacement sim cards.

tw ocd, anxiety, drugs

half-swedish, half-british. the swedish is on his mother’s side. he’s bilingual but thinks in english. only really speaks swedish around his mother. only child, and kinda put a lot of pressure on himself to be the Perfect Kid when he was young, but his parents are honestly, quite decent? and just want him to have a nice life, they don’t care if he isn’t successful or rich or anything, they’re honestly rather solid. (wow imagine having Nice Parents, a first for all my characters, im literally this meme)

grew up in peckham, a suburb of london. growing up, his mum was a model / actress / waitress who later retrained as a speech therapist and his dad worked in her majesty’s service at buckingham palace. his dad wasn’t allowed to tell his family what his job entailed but rory suspects it’s probably very boring and just involves a lot of…. logistics n security.

was bullied a lot at school. [cole sprouse voice] he didn’t fIT iN AND HE DIDN’T wANT TO fIT iN. unironically wore a trenchcoat to school every day of his life. spent most of his lunchtimes in the library because it was his Safe Space. as a result he knows…. loads of useless information because 30% of his school years were spent reading anthologies on space and the vikings etc. would be good on a game show. obsessively recorded every episode of university challenge as a child.

middle-class and lowkey quite wealthy but rarely talks about money, one of those well-off people who still wears really old shitty shoes and only spends money if they absolutely have to

virgin who can’t drive

into star wars, not into the big bang theory. feminist. can’t watch horror movies

favourite film is where the wild things are. also loves the florida project. thinks kids are the sweetest thing and can’t wait to be a dad to some

has been musical for as long as they can remember. first picked up guitar because he thought it would make this girl esther who he was in love with like him, but he just ended up falling in love with music instead.

formulated several different bands as a kid but ultimately had to give it up cos he was quite controlling and got fixated on making a certain sound so it wasn’t really fun for the others. got into electronic music because it was something he could do basically on his own and keep tweaking until he got it perfect

always drumming their fingers or strumming invisible guitar strings. tends to avoid parties bc he has quite has specific tastes when it comes to music and doesn’t like listening to r&b for eight hours while people throw up into plastic cups.

a techno connoisseur. has been making electronic music since he was about twelve.

after his parents divorce, when he was fourteen, rory & his mother moved to run-down suburban neighbourhood, pittsfield, massachussets.

big into photography. he mostly uses a canon 35mm camera, but occasionally uses disposable ones when he wants that more rustic feel.

moving to the states, their photography became more focused on suburban neighborhoods and are often quite dark and cinematic (think gregory crewsden). here are some shots of pittsfield i really like which rory has on his wall [1] [2] [3]

falls in love 12 times a day. never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. gets sweaty when someone cute looks at him. flirting?? what?? would prefer to idealise them from a distance

gender??? hm. doesn’t really know where he fits yet, sometimes he feels like a guy and sometimes they dont feel like anything at all. isn’t really bothered, cos they think it’s a social construct anyway. uses he/they pronouns interchangeably, but feels like ‘he’ is more fitting. won’t necessarily pull anyone up on it cos he knows having an identity that’s constantly…. in flux.. can be annoying for others … and doesn’t want to be a burden EVEN THO it isn’t at all?? rory internalises guilt

everything is socially constructed. mirrors let you move through time. the whole thing’s a metaphor. he thinks he’s got free will but really he’s trapped in a maze. in a system. all he can do is consume. people think it’s a happy game. it’s not a happy game — it’s a fucking nightmare world, and the worst thing is, it’s real and we live in it

has ocd. tries to let it affect his life as little as possible, but obviously it’s incredibly hard to control a compulsive disorder. was teased for it at school when other kids started to notice. he was obsessed with the number five, would wash his hands five times, count stairs i groups of five, he could only use the corridors in one direction and always had to keep his hands busy. it manifests itself in hyper-fixations (trains when he was a child – specifically steam engines – then later he became obsessed with space and the patterns of constellations, and now he’s obsessed with synthesizers) and repetitive behaviours like counting stairs. doesn’t really affect his social life at all, he can jst get a bit locked-on n hyper-focused sometimes.

has insomnia. barely ever sleeps. finds it hard to switch off from work / writing / gaming / whatever’s preoccupying him in that moment. he’s always awake at 5am and quite often sleeps in through classes but still gets really good grades because he’s very good at his course. rarely attends classes. prefers to work independently. doesn’t really trust his tutors are intelligent enough to be teaching him, and is particularly suspicious of the lockwood tutors. a music snob tbh

secretly a small-scale drug dealer, only does weed n some party pills. rollerskates around campus dealing cos they dnt have a car

long haired, aesthetic is like… timmy in lady bird n beautiful boy

aesthetics: bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and drumming into blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, watching vine compilations until your eyes turn square, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars

likes: techno, the webpage cats on synthesizers in space, allen ginsberg, vintage gramophones,  floating points, lcd soundsystem, marijuana, soft dogs that let you pet them, late-night strolls talking about the universe, independent films, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, constellations, photography, late night jazz, vintage game boys and girls who could rip his still-beating heart out of his chest and use it as an ashtray. dislikes:  weddings, funerals, formality, button-up shirts that people actually button-up, bananas, hot coffee, social media, people who watch and play sports, rap music – especially of the misogynistic variety, indie wankers in wire-framed glasses that play ed sheeran songs at open mic nights.

plot ! with ! me ! i’d say all the usual “exes fwb hookups spiel” but rory… has never hooked up with anyone… i feel like a deer in the headlights of love……. so give me

study buddies,

people who are also into techno and are music snobs about it,

people who love all kinds of music,

people who are in bands that maybe rory’s recorded and produced stuff for,

people he actually jams with (he plays bass and synth),

unrequited crushes!!

someone they met at a knitting club in freshman year and have remained friends with despite no longer going to it

people rory knows from open mic nights and gigs

library girlfriends / boyfriends that he stares at longingly while paging through leatherbound volumes

gamers !!! social recluses !!! hermits !!

people he deals weed to on his rollerskates (why r all my characters obsessed with rollerskates)

skaters. rory is really shit at skateboarding. like really shit. help the smol

[corcordium1983]

I Couldn’t Be More In Love

this started out as a blurb. it is no longer a blurb, I don’t think, considering it’s over 2000 words long. it just took on a life of its own, ok? anyway, it was inspired by the picture above, because it makes me sTRESSED. (this is unedited fyi bc I rly need sleep but also wanted to get it up tonight)

The first time you realised he was a clumsy idiot was when he spilled his drink on you at an after party. He’d been trying to manoeuvre you into his lap with one hand while simultaneously wielding a drink in the other. Thankfully it was a clear spirit, and nothing that would stain, but you were still less than thrilled about reeking of alcohol. He’d apologised profusely throughout the rest of the night, and in his drunken state had offered you his shirt to wear instead. You’d laughed it off and peppered him with kisses, assuring him it was all right. And it was, because he was there, and that was enough to make just about any situation better.

You should’ve expected it, should have seen it coming, based on the countless interviews and gifs that had been sent your way after the news of your involvement broke. Your favourite by far was the one of him tipping backwards on his chair at a panel – you still shoot him a warning smirk whenever you find him leaning too far back on a chair, and it never fails to make him blush.

To be honest, he’s not too clumsy normally. It’s only when he’s exhausted, overworked, or – as in the most prominent cases – drunk that he turns into a bumbling, uncoordinated fool. So you’ve learned his tells, and you’ve taken it upon yourself to keep a watchful eye on him when you feel like he (and his clothes, and other people’s clothes) are at risk. It would be such a shame to ruin a decadent Ackermann suit, after all.

The first time you pluck a champagne flute out of his hand as he leans in to hug some big-shot producer, he gives you a puzzled stare over the man’s shoulder. You offer him a shrug in return and take a sip of the champagne, before handing the flute back once he’s at a safe distance from the producer. He doesn’t question you about your move as you thought he would, but instead seems to let it slip from his mind as others come up to him to mingle. You can’t say you blame him – being Timothée Chalamet seems like a busy life to lead.

The second time it happens, your reflexes are only barely quick enough to avert the disaster. You’re at yet another party, a house party of sorts. You’re not quite sure who owns the place, but whoever it is, they must be loaded. Timmy had disappeared earlier in the night, slipping outside with an acquaintance of his, and returning approximately half an hour later with eyes that were suspiciously red-rimmed and the sharp scent of smoke clinging to his sweater. You’d rolled your eyes, but really, who were you to judge.

The accident, or what would have been an accident, takes place later that evening when he’s more than pleasantly buzzed on both alcohol and other substances. You’re hanging out in what looks to be a living room, and Timmy spots someone he recognises sat on one of the sofas. He bends down to hug the girl, not remembering the drink in his hand, and as if in slow-motion you see the glass tilting towards the expensive-looking dress the girl is wearing. You might have let out a small squeak of horror as you just about managed to snatch the glass out of your blustering boyfriend’s grip in time. He doesn’t even seem to realise that the glass is missing at first, too engrossed in the conversation. After a while, however, he looks down at his hand, then over to the nearby coffee table, and then he glances around with the most adorably confused expression you’ve ever seen. The confusion turns to a sense of realisation when his gaze lands on the drink in your hand, and when he makes grabby hands in your direction you’re not sure whether he means you or the drink, so you give him both.

The third time it happens he’s surprisingly not drunk, just very, very tired. He’s been caught in a carousel of press events across the globe for a month and a half, and now that he’s back in New York the jet lag seems to have finally hit him, badly. You suspect he’s been jet lagged the entire time, but that it’s only really caught up with him now that he has a few days off. It makes your heart ache, to see him so run down. You know he loves his job, and that he’s grateful of all the opportunities that have come his way these past few years, but you gently try to remind him every now and then that you don’t have to love every part of your job, and that no job is worth running yourself into the ground for. Still, the bags under his eyes appear to be here to stay, at least for a little while, and when you bring them up he just laughs and tells you they’re Gucci.

When you find him fumbling with his shoelaces just mere hours after arriving back home (honestly, judging by the state he’s in you’re surprised he even managed to get the correct shoe onto the correct foot), you try to tell him that dinner with his parents can wait. He’s got a few days before he has to leave again, and his parent’s aren’t going anywhere. You’ve got time. He however, in typical Timmy fashion, is stubborn as a goat.

“We’ve had this scheduled for ages, mom’s probably started cooking already,” he argues, and that’s the end of that. You purse your lips as he leans into you for support after getting out of the car at his parents’ place, but you don’t say anything. You trust him to know his own limits, and to act accordingly when he feels he’s met them.

Nicole and Marc are as warm and inviting as ever. The second you step through the doorway Nicole envelops Timmy in a hug. Marc pulls you in for a hug as well, telling you it’s nice to see you again (even though you’ve been over for dinner once every few weeks while Timmy’s been gone). Out of the corner of your eye you see Nicole running her hands over Timmy’s shoulders to smooth out the wrinkles, before her hands come to rest by his neck while she inspects him more closely. You make casual conversation with Marc while Nicole frets over the state Timmy’s in, worrying about the bags and dark circles underneath his eyes.

Timmy shoots you an impish smile before retorting with “They’re Gucci”. Nicole sighs and deems him a lost cause, and moves on to you instead, drawing you in into the same motherly hug you’ve come to expect from her every time you meet now. When you lean into her embrace, you take the opportunity the shield of her body offers to conspiratorially whisper “he nearly fell asleep on the way over here”. She leans back a little, keeps you at half an arm’s length and nods in understanding, before giving you a brief kiss on the cheek. The smile she offers you is one of sincere gratitude, although you’re not sure what you’ve done to deserve it. Behind you you can hear Timmy and his father quipping back and forth in rapid-fire French, and although your French is nowhere near as good as you’d like it to be you still manage to get the gist of the situation. His parents are worried about him. He works too much. He’s kept this insane schedule up for years now, and he needs a break. You can’t help but silently agree as you work your way towards the kitchen in search of a drink.

Disaster doesn’t strike until after dinner, when you’re all seated in the living room. Timmy had been lightly dozing off every few minutes throughout the meal, so once you’d settled onto your loveseat Marc had brought Timmy an espresso in the hopes that it would keep him awake for a few more hours. You warily eye the tiny cup that Timmy’s been sipping from where it’s perched on his leg, not trusting his grip on the cup in the slightest. And sure enough, mere moments later, before you have time to react, there is black coffee seeping into the denim of his trousers, which are thankfully black already.

Nicole and Marc share a look that appears to communicate a million different things all at once, and then there’s a flurry of activity as Marc springs up out of his armchair in the search of paper towels to clean up the mess. Nicole leans in and plants a kiss on Timmy’s forehead, asking us if we shouldn’t maybe stay the night so that he won’t have to sit through the cab ride home.

“There���s spare toothbrushes upstairs, and you should still have some clothes here that fit you.”

This time Timmy appears too exhausted to put up much of a fight, and that’s how you find yourselves crammed into the tiny single bed in his childhood bedroom. Not that you’re complaining, though, because he was out as soon as his head hit the pillow and you’re just thankful that he’s finally getting some sleep. You’re also very thankful for the big breakfast that awaits you the following morning.

After that failed attempt at evading disaster you have a few successful ones, and it seems like Timmy’s finally clocked on to what you’ve been doing all this time. He doesn’t get angry like you feared he might; instead, he gets teary-eyed. You attribute it to the lack of sleep due to awards season, as well as the drink that’s currently in your hand, but that was previously in his. He can’t stop touching you the rest of the night, which isn’t completely unheard of behaviour for him, but this time it seems like he needs constant reassurance that you’re real. In the cab on the way home he leans his head on your shoulder and laughs when you tousle his hair.

“I couldn’t be more in love right now,” he says. The scary part is, you think he really means it.

It’s two months later, and you’re on your third cup of coffee of the morning. You had a deadline an hour ago, and didn’t manage to get more than two hours of sleep last night. Since the deadline has now passed, and you managed to get your script sent off in time, that means that you could technically be sleeping right now. The only thing stopping you is that you’re conscious of your sleeping pattern, and don’t want to risk messing it up now that you’ve finally gotten it sorted to conform with normal people hours. You’ve therefore resigned yourself to a day of chugging coffee in an effort to stay awake until the evening.

Timmy’s got a rare two weeks off, something you both seem equally grateful for, so it’s not long until he pads softly into the kitchen on bare feet. You’ve still got all of your work spread out over the kitchen table, as you’d resigned yourself to working there so as not to keep him awake all night, and you’re now struggling with closing all the open tabs in your browser and moving all of the books and notepads. You spent so long working on the project that it’s difficult to accept that it’s done.

Timmy’s arms around your waist and his cold nose buried in the crook of your neck, as well as the scratchy stubble of his chin dragging against your sensitive skin, appears to bring you out of this work-induced fugue state. He mumbles a quiet “good morning”, his voice still low and raspy from sleep, as he peers into your almost empty coffee cup and silently crosses over to the coffee pot to refill your cup, and to make a cup for himself. You hum gratefully as he sets your steaming cup in front of you, and pulls out a frying pan and half the contents of the fridge in order to make you breakfast. You’ve missed this, quiet mornings (literally quiet, neither of you are very good on the talking-front until you’ve had your morning coffee and at least an hour to wake up properly) of domesticity, of just having him around.

You talk about your work over breakfast – scrambled eggs on toast along with a fruit platter. He’s read the earlier drafts of the project, but seems eager to read the finished product as well. You’re not meant to show it to anyone, but you already know you’ll cave, so you set about drawing it up on your laptop. You don’t even see it happening, but before your brain even registers what’s going on, there’s a lithe hand grabbing your coffee cup and moving it far out of the way. With a slight twinge of panic, you realise that it had been about to topple onto your laptop, and would surely have ruined your precious device. You expect to be met with a grave look when you peer over at Timmy, but the look on his face is a pleased one. Maybe even bordering on smug.

“Finally I got my turn to save your ass,” and now you really want to wipe that smug grin off his face. Instead you just groan, too tired to think, and let your head rest on your folded arms on top of the table.

“C’mon, let’s just go back to bed. If you don’t want to ruin your sleep schedule, I promise I’ll wake you up in two or three hours.

You think it over for a second.

“Fine, but only if you promise to bring me a second breakfast in bed later.”

[blissfulparker]

Stormy nights||t.c

Parings: timothée chalamet x reader

Warnings: none but fluff

summary: the reader locks themselves out of their apartment and timothée happens to invite them to stay until the New York storm goes down

A/n: send timothée requests bc I’m in my timothée feels

It wasn’t the best day you had, in fact it was considerably one of the worst. Your car tire poped, your co-worker was particularly flirty with you, you were also extremely unprepared for the weather change that resulted in a harsh storm.

Now, you were standing in front of your apartment door searching for your keys in your bag. “Shit, fuck, fucking hell!” You shouted to yourself kicking your door and running your fingers though your hair trying your hardest not to cry from your day.

“(Y/n)?” You looked up looking at your neighbor who you had a crush on for as long as you lived here.

“Timothée, hi how are you?” You tried to play it off cool as you huffed out a breath of air .

“Are you okay? You seem frustrated.” He asked you giving you a sorrow look.

“I’m great, I’m just waiting for my roommate to open up. Their probably sleeping.” You laughed off as you tried your hardest to keep your cool, and if that meant you had to make up lies then so be it.

“You don’t have a roommate.” He told you scrunching his brows.

“Uhhh, what? Yeah I do, you don’t hear them...” you trailed off.

“Are you locked out?” He asked you.

You swallowed hard, it felt like you were swallowing a hard pill. You didn’t want to cry in one of the most attractive guys you’ve ever met. You thought that if you could keep your cool throughout the day you would be fine now.

You pressed your lips before saying, “yeah, I’m locked out.”

He came to you and grabbed your bag before putting his arm around your shoulder, “you can stay in my apartment for the night and then In the morning we can figure this out, your obviously frustrated about something.” He told you as he walked you into his.

We. He said we as if he was willing to help you with your problem. He didn’t have to at all, and you knew that he knew that. He was such a kinda and generous person you had no idea how such an angel could walk into your life.

“I’ll get you some warm clothes, here.” He said as he helped you to the couch. You were soaked because you had no umbrella because of the sudden weather change.

His apartment was cozy, it was soft warm tones and clean for a guy who lived alone. Yes, there was dishes in the sink slowly piling but that was about it. He had a small staircase just like yours and a balcony that could look out into the New York City.

“Here.” He said as he handed you a long striped blue button up pajama shirt and sweatpants, “I don’t know if the pants will fit but the straps on it were adjustable so you should be fine.” He told you as you gave him a soft smile.

“Thanks, where’s your bathroom?” You asked him as he blinked a few times and said,

“down the hall to your left.” Pointing to where it was.

While you walked into the bathroom removing your Wet clothes to put on the fresh ones Timmy gave you. The clothes smelt just like him, and they were soft and something you could wear all the time. Although like assumed, the pants didn’t fit you, they were very long and the straps didn’t even adjust well, but luckily the shirt went past your mid thigh to cover you up a lot.

You walked out with the sweatpants he gave you and put them on his dining room table. “The pants didn’t fit well, but it’s fine.” You said as he turned around to look at your figure he had been obsessed with ever since you moved in, god did he want nothing but to help you, talk to you, or even be by you whenever he got the chance.

“I, uhh, sorry, I made you tea if you want just to keep you warm.” He said handing you a mug of warm fresh green tea.

“Thanks.” You said as you took the mug and sipped slowly trying not to burn your tongue.

There was a small awkward silence that filled the air, it was as dead as the Dead Sea and you decided to break it.

“You have a really nice place.” You said as you pretended to look around.

“Thanks, I try and keep it as nice as possible so when I have pretty people over it’s not embarrassing.” He said as you smirked at him.

“You have pretty people over often?” You smirked at him as you sat on his couch.

“That depends on how often you want to come over.” He said as he sat on the other side.

You laughed lightly at his remark to you, it got slightly quite so he decided to start up the conversation again.

“Are you alright by the way, you seemed frustrated earlier.” He said you with the same brow furrow.

“I just, i had a bad day. That’s all it was.” You said playing with the rim of your cup.

“Oh, do you wanna talk about it?” He asked scooting closet to you. You wanted so badly for him to be right next to you.

“I think I’m fine.” You looked up and smiled at him. He gave a soft smile back to you as he played with his cup as well.

“You know it’s okay to talk about it.” He told you as he looked at you.

“I know it’s just...I don’t really know.” You said as you laughed nervously not wanting to break in front of him.

He placed his hand on your bare thigh which caused a shiver to go up your spine. “If you wanna talk about it I’m here.” He told you which made you smile.

He got up to go to his room and get blankets and pillows for himself to sleep on because he wouldn’t want to come off as rude specially not to you.

“I’ll take the couch and you can take my bed.” He said as he dropped the blankets on th floor.

“What! No, I’ll sleep on the couch you’ve already done so much.” You told him as you picked up the blanket and got yourself ready.

“No, you had a long enough day and deserve to sleep on a bed.” He told you as he took a step closer to you taking the blanket.

You froze which meant he won this small argument you had. He took your hand and guided you to his room where he turned on the light and sat you on the bed. You weren’t going to lie his bed was extremely comfortable, way better than yours, and the sheets were extremely soft and fluffy. His bed smelt of his cologne which made you fall even harder for him.

“I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” He said as he shut off the lights and closed the door behind him.

It was about halfway though the night when you were tossing and turning in the bed. You picked up your phone to show 1am, you groaned and tried to flip yourself again to fall asleep. The storm didn’t die down either, usually that would relax you but the thunder happened every 10 minuets and shook the apartment. After flipping yourself for about 10 more minuets you decided that this was your chance to cuddle with the guy you had a crush on for years.

You walked down the dark hallway to see timothée doing the same on the couch, he was Tossing and turning his body to get comfortable. You rubbed your eyes before walking up to the couch and placing your hand on his shoulder.

He jerked his body to face towards you, “I, uhhh, I can’t sleep. I thought you might wanna come lay in your bed too.” You said to him as he nodded sleepily grabbing your hand as he stood up and followed you to the room.

He laid down on the other side and you did the same. At first you both laid back to back, not touching each other, until your feet touched and then legs, and then sooner enough he flipped his body to cuddle up next to yours. You flipped as well so that you were facing him and his sleepy state.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful I think you are?” He mumbled as he rubbed his hand on your back.

“You think that?”You said to him as you laid your head on his chest.

“That’s why i always bother you, whether it’s asking you to buzz me in even though I have the key card, or how I always ask you the strangest questions? It’s just another excuse to see you and talk to you.” He said as his hand moved up to your hair.

“Like that time you asked me if I had dog food,” you chucked as did he, “you don’t even have a dog Timmy, you never did.” You said as he laughed a little more because he remembers how stupid that was of him. “In fact you could’ve asked for cat food because that’s something that I at least have.” You pulled your head out of his chest looking at him laughing a little more.

“I know I know, I just wanted to see you though.” He said as he massaged your head.

“You could’ve just asked me out like a normal person would, I’ve liked you too you know.” You told him placing your hand on his chest feeling his heart beat rise.

“I would’ve but you were dating that asshole when you first moved in and then once you broke up I don’t really know how much time a woman needs to get over break ups.” He told you as you now placed your hand in His curls.

“It’s been enough time, and besides if I broke up with him knowing he was a douche bag, then not a lot of time.” You said as you placed your head back into his chest.

You moved your head back up looking into his eyes as he did the same inching closer to your face as his hand was now on your cheek as his thumb traced heart shapes on your soft cheeks, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this.” He said as you placed your lips on his as moved in a elegant manner. He tasted like a cherry wine that tasted the best on a hot summer evening.

You pulled apart resting your forehead on his, looking into his starstuck eyes,”I really really like you.” He said as he smiled catching his breath.

“I know.” You said as you smiled back at him.

“Do you wanna get breakfast in the morning?” He asked you as your smile got bigger.

“Was it really that hard to ask me that?”you teased him.

“Shut up.” He replied placing his lips back on yours moving them soft at first but then rougher as he went.

The night was spent with happiness and he filled your heart with so much joy. Even though you couldn’t get Into your apartment you loved where you ended up.

[punkisdaed]

I KEEP WRITING THESE SELF INDULGENT FICS ABOUT ME MEETING TIMMY AND I AM ACTUALLY DYING HERE.

The amount of things the two of you have in common is uncanny. You never believed in soulmates before and the idea of having another half always confused you. But with Timmy... With Timmy you can’t help but to feel, to believe, that he is, in more ways than one, you’re soulmate. That he’s the other half your soul had been missing for all these years. He completes you just as much as you complete him. And it’s crazy because you never thought this could happen. Because he was a star, high up in the sky, so far out of your reach and unattainable. You were just a fan, a supporter. You loved him but knew that he would never love you. 

So when you met him for the first time at your friends birthday party, you were throughly surprised. You didn’t know he knew your friend from when he had studied at NYU for that one semester, so when you saw him entering the cramped living room you thought you were hallucinating. The vodka and shots of tequila had definitely gone to your head and you were seeing this beautiful mirage. But when people around the room started to whisper, “Oh shit, is that Timothee Chalamet?” you knew that your vision was real. That he was there, sharing the same space as you, breathing the same air. He didn’t seem so unreachable now. 

You don’t go up to him though because you’re shy like that and because you respect people’s space. You don’t want to seem like a creep, especially since there are already people all over him, telling him how much they love and admire him. He looked happy at first, but then you noticed how uncomfortable he became and your heart ached for him. Because at the end of the day he was just a 22 year old boy who wanted to get trashy drunk at his friend’s party. You looked away for a brief moment when someone bumps into you and when you look back towards Timmy, he’s no longer there. You’re disappointed because you were enjoying staring at him from across the room. You sigh and bite your lip but go back to enjoying your time at the party. 

20 minutes later, you’re in desperate need of a cigarette so you tell your friends that you’ll be out at front. They don’t join you because they don’t smoke, but you don’t mind. You sort of want to be alone and process the whole Timmy is at the same party as me, deal. But when you step out of the building, you run into Timmy. He’s sitting down on the front steps, looking pensive. You hesitate for a moment before actually making your way down and sitting next to him. He looks surprise when you sit, but smiles.

“Mind if I smoke?” You ask him, because if he doesn’t like the smell then you have no problem with moving away. But he only smiles and shakes his head. You offer him one but he turns it down and goes back to staring off into the distance. 

You guys sit in silence for a while, until finally, your resolve breaks down and you ask him: “Why are you out here?”

He shrugs. He seems tired and your heart aches for him. 

“Too crowded.”

You chuckle and flick the ash off your cig. “That’s usually what happens when you throw a party in a tiny apartment.”

That gets a chuckle out of him and he turns to look at you.”What are you smoking?”

“American Spirits.”

“I guess I’ll bum one then.” He says and puts his hand out. You’re surprise because you were more the positive that Timmy didn’t smoke. But then again, you don’t really know him so that was just a wild assumption. 

“I didn’t know you smoked.” You still find yourself saying as you hand him a cig and your lighter. 

“Occasionally,” he shrugs as he brings it to his lips and lights it. “I barely smoke anymore though, since the paps are always on my ass.” 

“Must be tough.” You say sympathetically. “But why do you care if they catch you smoking?”

“People don’t usually like it if you smoke.”

You look at him for a moment, because there’s so much you’d like to say but don’t want to step out of line and offend him. He notices you staring and smile shyly at you, which makes your heartbeat accelerate. 

“What?” He says and a stray curl falls on his face and you want to touch it so badly. But you refrain yourself from doing so and shake your head. You take a drag and let the smoke out through your nose. 

“You shouldn’t care about people’s opinions. It’s not good for you.”

He stays quiet and looks away from you. For a moment you think you’ve blown this. That he’ll get up and walk away and he’ll be unreachable again. But then he speaks. It’s low but you can still hear the words. It pains you.

“If they don’t like me, then I’m screwed.” 

You want to cry. Because what the actual fuck? 

You’ve been his fan for the longest now and you’re well aware of Timmy’s self deprecating methods and you feel sad because the whole world fucking loves him. People actually worship him and he thinks that if he’s seen smoking, it would ruin his image???? He actually believes that people would stop loving him for being himself? That shouldn’t hurt you as much, but it does. Because it also reminds you of your own struggles. Of trying to fit in and be accepted for who you are. It reminds you of the days you spent crying in your room because you didn’t think you were good enough for people. Of the days where you thought no body loved you. 

You end up telling him all this. And he listens. He fucking listens. 

You’re crying by the end of it and he’s got tears in his eyes and when he asks if he could hug you, you don’t hesitate. And it’s weird, because his hug feelings like coming home. It completes a part in you that had always felt empty. It fills you with such unexplainable joy and you never want to let go. 

So it starts from there. From that fateful night at that cigarette break you decided on taking. 

You guys end up talking about music afterwards, and he’s actually shocked that you guys have the same taste in music. He questions this at first, and even asks if you’re making it up because you know who he is. You laugh at this accusation and take of your phone. You show him your playlists and he chuckles when he sees the titles of them. 

“It’s lit?” He asks. 

“Yeah. I listen to it when I want to get lit.”

He laughs and presses the shuttle button. 

Goosebumps by Travis Scotts comes up and he begins to dance. He looks like a goddamn dork so you laugh. He looks at you and smiles, continuing to dance. In a few seconds you end up joining him. You both look like idiots but you love it so much so you don’t care. 

Hours later, the two of you are still sitting down on the steps, talking about everything and anything that comes to mind. It’s refreshing and you’ve never felt so comfortable with another being before. You wish you could spend all your nights this way, but you know you’re probably being crazy and that after this night, Timothee Chalamet would go back up to the sky and you’ll remain down here, admiring him from below.

Except that doesn’t happen. 

When the clock strikes 2 am and people start leaving the party, he gets up and dusts off his pants. You do the same. 

“Guess the party’s over then.” He says as he walks down the steps.

“Yep. Can’t say I mind missing it though.”

He smiles shyly at you and you end up blushing. He notices. 

“Yeah, I can’t say I mind either.”

You two stand quiet for a moment before he speaks:

“I know this is probably weird but, you wanna go to IHOP?”

You smile at him and nod. 

“Lead the way.”

[rorybergstrom]

   hello, it’s swamp witch nora again…. hitting u with a longhaired n musical softboi who loves karl marx and hates children dying in cobalt mines to make smart phones. as is tradition, here’s the pinterest board, have a peruse x

GENDERQUEER / DEMI-BOY — ever hear people say RORY BERGSTRÖM looks a lot like TIMOTHEE CHALAMET? I think HE / THEY is about 23, so it doesn’t really work. The MUSIC TECHNOLOGY major is a JUNIOR that is from PECKHAM, SOUTH LONDON. They can be +ECCENTRIC, but they can also be -DOGMATIC. I think ROBERG might be SHEEP. They are living in MANON. ( nora. 23. gmt. she/her. )

aesthetics.

bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and djing into the blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars, marxist literature in stacks against your bedroom walls, a burner phone twice-shattered and a stash of replacement sim cards.

half-swedish, half-british. the swedish is on his mother’s side. he’s bilingual but thinks in english. only really speaks swedish around his mother. only child, and kinda put a lot of pressure on himself to be the Perfect Kid when he was young, but his parents are honestly, quite decent? and just want him to have a nice life, they don’t care if he isn’t successful or rich or anything, they’re honestly rather solid. (wow imagine having Nice Parents, a first for all my characters, im literally this meme)

grew up in peckham, a suburb of london. growing up, his mum was a model / actress / waitress who later retrained as a speech therapist and his dad worked in her majesty’s service at buckingham palace. his dad wasn’t allowed to tell his family what his job entailed but rory suspects it’s probably very boring and just involves a lot of…. logistics n security.

was bullied a lot at school. [cole sprouse voice] he didn’t fIT iN AND HE DIDN’T wANT TO fIT iN. unironically wore a trenchcoat to school every day of his life. spent most of his lunchtimes in the library because it was his Safe Space. as a result he knows…. loads of useless information because 30% of his school years were spent reading anthologies on space and the vikings etc. would be good on a game show. obsessively recorded every episode of university challenge as a child.

middle-class and lowkey quite wealthy but rarely talks about money, one of those well-off people who still wears really old shitty shoes and only spends money if they absolutely have to

virgin who can’t drive

into star wars, not into the big bang theory. feminist. can’t watch horror movies

favourite film is where the wild things are. also loves the florida project. thinks kids are the sweetest thing and can’t wait to be a dad to some

has been musical for as long as they can remember. first picked up guitar because he thought it would make this girl esther who he was in love with like him, but he just ended up falling in love with music instead.

formulated several different bands as a kid but ultimately had to give it up cos he was quite controlling and got fixated on making a certain sound so it wasn’t really fun for the others. got into electronic music because it was something he could do basically on his own and keep tweaking until he got it perfect

always drumming their fingers or strumming invisible guitar strings. tends to avoid parties bc he has quite has specific tastes when it comes to music and doesn’t like listening to r&b for eight hours while people throw up into plastic cups.

a techno connoisseur. has been making electronic music since he was about twelve.

after his parents divorce, when he was fourteen, rory & his mother moved to run-down suburban neighbourhood, pittsfield, massachussets.

big into photography. he mostly uses a canon 35mm camera, but occasionally uses disposable ones when he wants that more rustic feel.

moving to the states, their photography became more focused on suburban neighborhoods and are often quite dark and cinematic (think gregory crewsden). here are some shots of pittsfield i really like which rory has on his wall [1] [2] [3]

falls in love 12 times a day. never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. gets sweaty when someone cute looks at him. flirting?? what?? would prefer to idealise them from a distance

gender??? hm. doesn’t really know where they fit yet, sometimes he feels like a guy and sometimes they doesn’t feel like anything at all. isn’t really bothered, cos they think it’s a social construct anyway. uses he/they pronouns interchangeably, but feels like ‘he’ is more fitting. won’t necessarily pull anyone up on it cos he knows having an identity that’s constantly…. in flux.. can be annoying for others … and doesn’t want to be a burden EVEN THO it isn’t at all?? rory internalises guilt

everything is socially constructed. mirrors let you move through time. the whole thing’s a metaphor. he thinks he’s got free will but really he’s trapped in a maze. in a system. all he can do is consume. people think it’s a happy game. it’s not a happy game — it’s a fucking nightmare world, and the worst thing is, it’s real and we live in it

has ocd. tries to let it affect his life as little as possible, but obviously it’s incredibly hard to control a compulsive disorder. was teased for it at school when other kids started to notice. he was obsessed with the number five, would wash his hands five times, count stairs i groups of five, he could only use the corridors in one direction and always had to keep his hands busy. it manifests itself in hyper-fixations (trains when he was a child – specifically steam engines – then later he became obsessed with space and the patterns of constellations, and now he’s obsessed with synthesizers) and repetitive behaviours like counting stairs. doesn’t really affect his social life at all, he can jst get a bit locked-on n hyper-focused sometimes.

has insomnia. barely ever sleeps. finds it hard to switch off from work / writing / gaming / whatever’s preoccupying him in that moment. he’s always awake at 5am and quite often sleeps in through classes but still gets really good grades because he’s very good at his course. rarely attends classes. prefers to work independently. doesn’t really trust his tutors are intelligent enough to be teaching him, and is particularly suspcious of the gifford tutors. a music snob tbh

secretly a small-scale drug dealer, only does weed n some party pills. rollerskates around campus dealing cos they dnt have a car

long haired, aesthetic is like… timmy in lady bird n beautiful boy

aesthetics: bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and drumming into blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, watching vine compilations until your eyes turn square, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars

likes: techno, the webpage cats on synthesizers in space, allen ginsberg, vintage gramophones,  floating points, lcd soundsystem, marijuana, soft dogs that let you pet them, late-night strolls talking about the universe, independent films, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, constellations, photography, late night jazz, vintage game boys and girls who could rip his still-beating heart out of his chest and use it as an ashtray. dislikes:  weddings, funerals, formality, button-up shirts that people actually button-up, bananas, hot coffee, social media, people who watch and play sports, rap music – especially of the misogynistic variety, indie wankers in wire-framed glasses that play ed sheeran songs at open mic nights.

plot ! with ! me ! i’d say all the usual “exes fwb hookups spiel” but rory… has never hooked up with anyone… i feel like a deer in the headlights of love……. so give me

study buddies,

people who are also into techno and are music snobs about it,

people who love all kinds of music,

people who are in bands that maybe rory’s recorded and produced stuff for,

people he actually jams with (he plays bass and synth),

unrequited crushes!!

someone they met at a knitting club in freshman year and have remained friends with despite no longer going to it

people rory knows from open mic nights and gigs

library girlfriends / boyfriends that he stares at longingly while paging through leatherbound volumes

gamers !!! social recluses !!! hermits !!

people he deals weed to on his rollerskates (why r all my characters obsessed with rollerskates)

skaters. rory is really shit at skateboarding. like really shit. help the smol