#why timothee chalamet gotta do me like that

[juniebgroans]

so for like months i've been struggling with the why of why I get so personally frustrated and annoyed with all the people labels on tiktok/instagram/short video content. This isn't like gender and sexuality labels. No, I'm talking labels like "water girlie" and "clean girl" and "almond mom" and however many other "boy" and "girl"/"mom" and "dad" labels that have been created.

and I got so side tracked about the gender aspect of it. Because there is something to be said there, right? about having to label behavior and appearances and actions as belonging to an entire gender, which is both very bioessentialist and also very "this group is a monolith" blah blah blah

but then. but then. I saw a tweet about Dune, a movie/book that I have not read nor watched and have about -2% interest in doing so. But. the tweet was like "Dune is not about the dangers of men with savior complexes, it's actually about the dangers of boy moms". And while I have -2% interest in this story, it is currently the hyperfocus of my husband, whom I love dearly. So I know a thing or two about Dune. And there is a point to the tweet, i.e., one of the themes of the story is about the hidden political power of women in this sci fi society that is male dominated, and the problems that come with that set up to society, both in terms of men with messiah complexes and yes, women who enact their political desires by raising or aligning themselves with certain men with messiah complexes.

and then it hit me

the labels annoy me because they focus on the person and not the systemic issue. Right? Like Dune isn't about "boy moms" it's an examination of how women without the same agency as men might use certain aspects of their assumed gender roles (nurturing, motherhood, etc.) to achieve the agency they desire. So it's not about the person ("boy moms") it's about the society/system (science fiction world that reflects the extreme patriarchy and adherence to gender roles of the 60s, when the book was written).

All this to be said. Because I'm done talking about Dune because fuck Dune lol. Stop making up labels for people, when a label for the society issue/problem that they are engaging with almost certainly already exists. Take a different example - almond mom. It's focused entirely on the criticism of the mom, the person. But it's really just that you had a mom who was fatphobic and believed in whatever weird strain of diet culture most resonated with her and her deeply rooted insecurities that were ingrained in her that she then took out on other people, most likely her children, in a traumatizing way. Unfortunately that does mean that that "almond mom" becomes a real person with real issues that we can almost feel sorry for and sympathize with, even though, y'kno, fatphobia and diet culture are horrible and need to be demolished and don't blame your kid for all your imagined failures.

So all in all - these labels blame the person and not the system. Which both makes it easier for us to get caught up in hating people and furthering disconnection. And it obfuscates discussion about real world systemic violence being committed on a societal, national, international level - because we're too worried about Christine the Boy Mom, instead of the toxic masculinity and rape culture that she has encouraged her son to embrace.

[spideysbruh]

Thank You GQ

a/n- the lil ~ means a passage of time

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tchalamet GQ.

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tstan your shoots are always the best

GQ let's do it again some time mr. chalamet

y/n oh my

timmylaurie he's so cute omg

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y/n what's everyone asking for from santa?

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timmytimstan omg t liked

yourfriend what are you getting me for christmas 🤭

y/n literally no clue ❤️

tchalamet a vinyl record would be nice

y/n liked

y/n 🤔

timmytimstan omg t commented !

timmysgf who is she ??

tchalamet oh wow.

kylesballs not him simping for a random insta model publicly LMAOO

timotheeandall y/n is NOT an instagram model omggg 💀

@y/n tweeted: need. need so bad

@sinusandsocks replied- me too girl 💀💀

@lauriesarmpit replied- no way the first tweet I see of hers is ab timmy 😭😭💀💀

@tsgf replied- how do you know it's about him?

@ynsleftear replied- trust me, she's been like this for a while 💀💀 she stays shooting her shot!!

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y/n honeymoon fades

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sabrinacarpenter caption. i love you.

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ynstan BEAUTIFUL GIRL

tchalamet need.

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chalametgirl BYEEEE LMAOOOOO

tchalamet oh my.

rachelzegler absolutely gorgeous. when are we hanging out 🥺🥺

y/n im free next week <3 let me dm you w my schedule LMAOO we need to have a sleepover again I got so much to tell you

rachelzegler omg this is happening ill see you next week love

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tchalamet just posted a story!

@y/n tweeted: the average person was never meant to have this much lore.

@realchalamet liked and retweeted

@ynsblanket replied- oh god what happened girl

@ynandtimschild replied- you're literally dating timothee chalamet it's okay 😩😩🙏🏼

@y/n replied- exactly!!! life is crazy.

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@timoatreides replied- wait what💀����

@realchalamet tweeted: life IS crazy

@paulswhore replied- BROOOO !?!?!!!

@ynsgf replied- HELPP!?!?!!! at 2am is crazy

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y/n two years. you've dealt with every part of me and you're still here with me. I love you more than anything my silly boy. I'll always remember the GQ issue that finally gave me the courage to dm you 💀💀

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tchalamet ohhhh THATS why its framed in our place 🤔🤔

y/n but also cause im so proud of you 😍things can have two meanings 🫶

paulsdune TWO YEARS ?!?!!! it took yall forever to make it official huh

y/n you're telling me...

tchalamet thank god for GQ cause i was too scared to dm you myself 💀💀

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lauriesyn NO WAYYYY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YALLL

kyleshair literally my parents omg

timosbirthmark tbh it's good they waited a while to actually date, people be so quick to jump into relationships LMAOO

rachelzegler our double dates are some of my favorite memories

y/n same we gotta do it again

mariastory timothee and josh being friends omg

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tchalamet thank you once again GQ. i think i'm much more mature this time around. and thank you for getting me the love of my life with the 2020 issue, I am eternally grateful.

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y/n oh my 😍

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laurieslaurence YOU ATEEEE the lil part about y/n and how much she's helped shape you 🥺🥺🫶🫶

atreideskyle i ❤️ my boyfriend

zendaya OKAYYYYY

willyswonka he seems like such a good boyfriend to y/n

florencepugh so proud of you!!!

charliestimo the comparison to the 2020 and this one 🥺🥺 he's already grown so much 😭💔💔

ayoedebiri 🫶🫶

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tchalamet my love deserves a post of its own. when we're apart i count down the minutes until we can be together again. you make me the best possible version of myself and i thank you for it. you are the most beautiful person inside and out, and I'm so lucky to get to not only know you, but love you as well. i love you happy two years my pretty girl.

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timosatreid "MY PRETTY GIRL" GOD WHEN 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺

y/n you just had to outdo my caption huh.

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addisonraee yall are too cute pls stop

sabsyn THE HAND PLACEMENT IN THE SECOND PIC WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE. HAND. PLACEMENT.

ynschals imagine how many pics they have of each other on their phones that we'll never see... 😖

yourfriend no other guy could make her as happy as you, timmy!

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y/n idk if you know this but i love you

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[cannibalizedlove]

This may be a more headcanon ask? Idk it could be formed into a short or smthn but I was wondering on your opinion on how timothee chalamet would think if bff fem!reader asked him if he could help her get a girlfriend? Kind of like the first time she has come out to him since he didn't know she liked girls and what his honest reaction is and how he'd help her and if he accepts or not etc

my sexuality has been very questioning and I've been imagining some sort of story where my comfort person such as him would view it :)

This ask is so, so cute! I love this idea and I think platonic fics are so sweet! Hope you enjoy!

Wingman.

Information and warnings — Platonic! Timothée x Reader, Fem! Reader, coming out, short and sweet, goofy Timmy, small line of gay Timmy (because you know me), fluff to the max.

You were sitting around the table with Timothée and his cast mates of his upcoming film. The two of you had been friends since high school and he always brought you to group lunches.

Most would guess your eyes would be glued to the handsome movie star, but you found yourself ogling a pretty blonde woman across the diner table. She was effortlessly beautiful, her cheeks a pretty red when she would laugh.

When Timothée excused himself to indulge in his terrible habit of smoking cigarettes, you jumped up to join him. You were normally anxious, but Timothée noticed this spike in your uncomfortable fidgeting, he knew something was up.

The two of you stood outside, Timothée taking a drag of his cigarette and you nervously playing with your hair.

“Hey, what’s up, dickhead.” Your friend asked, only giving you the most affectionate of nicknames since childhood.

“It’s just like.. I don’t know. I gotta tell you something, but you promise not to freak?” You swallowed thickly, you were never nervous around him, so he definitely knew this was important to you.

Timothée put his cigarette out on the brick wall behind him and turned to give you his full attention. He was usually a goofy, sarcastic guy but whenever you were hurt or nervous; he would completely flip to a kind, understanding man.

“You know me, you can tell me anything.” He said with a smile, giving you a warm feeling of reassurance before cupping his hands together, giving you the floor for your big announcement.

“I think.. man. I think I like girls. Well I don’t think, I know I like girls.” You sputtered out, running a hand through your hair and gritting your teeth while waiting for his reaction.

Timothée was shocked, not in a bad way, but he was taken aback. He had always wondered about your stance on your sexuality, but never wanted to poke to prod. He also saw you giving eyes to his cast mate, but brushed it off as you finding her outfit pretty or something of that nature.

“Woah, were you like, scared to tell me? You know I’d never judge, you can tell me anything, man.” He smiled at you and grabbed your shoulder, gently shaking you in a friendly gesture.

“I was just worried that you wouldn’t look at me the same you know?” You explained, shaking your head while you smiled from his reaction.

You didn’t know why you were so worried, Timothée was a great guy, he’d never mess anything up for something silly like who you liked to get down with.

Now it was on to the next part, begging him to be your wingman. You knew you would never be able to land a date with a gorgeous actor without a bit of his charm.

“So.. the next part.. If you don’t mind,” You chuckled out with a smug expression, the nervousness instantly washing away when you were met with the friendship that began all those years ago.

“Jesus christ, what’s the next part..” Timothée faked an exhausted voice, giggling as he plucked another cigarette out of the package.

You smiled and softly pushed him away, “Do you think you can hook me up with your pretty, blonde cast mate?,” You rolled your eyes and stole a cigarette from him.

“Okay player!” He laughed heartily as he nodded his head while blowing smoke from his lips.

“You’re in luck, she’s always talking about how she wants a girlfriend to vacation with. I can hook you up.. for the right price.” Timothée turned on his heel, about to reach for the door.

“Price? What do you want, Timmy Tim?” You folded your arms, and looking at him with an unamused expression.

“You hook me up with that cute dude that works with you.” Timothée smirked, throwing his cigarette on the ground and putting it out with his foot. Opening the door to become the best wingman for you and get you a girlfriend.

[meetmyothersouls]

I’m your biggest fan & totally obsessed with the Halloween theme! Can I request 🔪Hotel of Horrors

You're so so kind! Thank you so much, never thought I'd have a fan :) This one's for you!

Hotel of Horrors

Warnings: creepy hotel, mentions of ghosts, curses and death, knives and lots of threatening

Timothee x first person reader

I'm pissed.

I slam my hand against the bell on a counter that no one sits behind. Not only is my room a mess, but it smells like a dead raccoons ass. I wish I was kidding, but it's pretty fucking bad.

"Hello?" I slam my palm once more on the bell, breaking it in the process. "Does anyone work in this shit hole?"

"I do," a shaky voice says as a body shoots up from behind the counter. He knocks over a vase behind him and barely saves it from shattering on the ground. He couldn't save the dying roses or the water from spilling out. "I do," he repeats.

His whole entrance startles me, and I step back a few inches. Did he not hear me torturing the bell sitting on his counter? And what the hell was he doing on the floor? A slew of other questions come to mind, but the timid man behind the counter starts talking again. He's tall, skinny and deathly pale. He reminds me a lot of a Tim Burton Claymation character. Dark circles surround his eyes rimmed in red and he licks his lips nervously. "S-so sorry, ma'am. I'm Tim Chalamet, a-a-and I run this establishment." His fist pounds on the counter and the action startles him even though he's the one who did it. "Wha-what can I do for you?"

"Well, you can start by chilling the hell out. You need a xanny or something? You're making me anxious as fuck, dude." Tim swallows hard as I speak. He looks around the lobby like a scared, tortured puppy, waiting to be attacked. By what? I'm not sure but he's gotta cut that shit out. "And second, have you or anyone else been in room 794? It's actually offensive."

"7-794?" Tim's shaky hands move to the keyboard of an old computer. He types what I assume to be my room number as his eyes bounce across the screen. "Oh," he says, his face draining of what color remained in it.

"Oh? What do you mean 'oh'?"

"N-nothing. Nothing. I'll gladly reimburse you and give you a new room for free. No one should be in room 394."

"And why is that?" I ask. He's peaked my curiosity.

Tim's hand shoots up and runs nervously through his hair, tousling it. He grabs a handful off it, but lets it go before he pulls any of it out. This dude is going through it. "Uhhh, died. Someone died in there. Multiple someone's actually."

"Multiple!?"

"Y-yes 34 to be exact. Rooms cursed. I'm so sorry."

I'm not sure if he's apologizing because of the mishap of me getting the room or the fact that there's a very grand possibility that I am now cursed myself.

Fuck.

"You're fuckin' kidding."

"No. No, sadly not." Tim shoots back down and pops back up with a new room key. 795. I can't help but roll my eyes. Like room 795 is any less cursed than its lovely neighbor 794. "Here's you're new k-key. Enjo-oy your stay." He drops the key on the counter and turns, making his way to a set of swinging doors, I assume lead to a break room of some sort. I've still got to get my stuff out of my old room, but at this point I'm too spooked to go by myself, but I'm writing a new book and need several of the things out of that room. Fuck, this place. I don't want to go alone. In my head I'm whining and stomping like a four year old. Tim has already disappeared behind the double swinging doors and I hear a TV flip on. I've got to convince Mr. Pantophobia to help me get my shit from the cursed room. I don't actually need help and I would usually never ask a man to help me lug my things around, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I pull my shirt down a little bit, exposing some cleavage.

"Tim? Hellooooo?" I knock on the wooden counter and he comes back out. Thank god. "Oh good you're still here. Okay, so...I'm probably going to need some help gathering my things." I see his pupils dilate as he assumes what I'm about to ask him. "Think you can help a girl out?"

His stutter gets worse as he reaches underneath the counter. He brings out a ring of keys and shakes vigorously. "S-s-s-s-sure. Yeah. Yeah sure." I know he doesn't want to, and he didn't even put up a fight when I asked. He didn't even look at my tits. We walk silently, to the elevator, and my curiosity gets the best of me.

"Sooo, you got any inside details on any of the 34 murders?"

Tim doesn't move his head but his eyes travel to the side until he's looking at me in what would seem like a painful manner.

"No."

Liar.

"Oh come on! You've own this place! You've got to know something about at least one of them!" I egg him on as he we arrive to the elevator. Tim uses a long bony finger to press the up arrow on the vintage elevator. It's definitely been upgraded since the hotel originally opened in the 50's, but they've kept the same old timey look to both the inside and the outside of the hotel. It would be really nice if the place wasn't so fucking creepy. Two sets of doors open and we step inside. They close slowly and Tim presses his finger against a round button with a number seven printed on it and we lurch upward.

"Th-this hotel has been in my family since it opened. We aren't sure wh-why it's plagued with misfortune, but we try not to dwell on it too much."

"Why not? History is history. It happened and it happened here, dude. You can't change that."

I'm actually shocked that this place doesn't get more business. I've not seen more than five people since I arrived here and that includes Tim. Usually haunted or cursed hotels bring in tons of business, especially when there's a possibility of catching a ghost on camera.

Tim is silent for a moment after my response, and it's probably because I'm fucking right and he doesn't want to admit it. But when he opens his mouth to speak, I'm not prepared for what comes out of his mouth or the chills that pepper my body.

"They don't like when we talk about what happened."

"Th-they who?" Great. Now I'm stuttering. The elevator dings and we come to a stop. Tim steps off and I trail behind him. He's giving me the creeps now and it doesn't help that the lights flicker as we walk through the hall of floor seven. "Tim, what does that even mean? 'They don't like when we talk about what happened.'"

We're in front of room 794 in no time, and I suddenly have the urge to just take my shit and leave all together. Tim's freaking me out and so is this creepy fucking hotel. I feel like there are eyes on me even though no one is here. Tim brings the ring of keys up to the knob and I notice he's less jittery, less nervous and for some reason that makes me more nervous. The fuck is going on? The key Tim separates from the rest is old, rusty and much longer than the others. It goes in with ease and twists only once until the door opens.

Suddenly this room is a whole hell of a lot more unwelcoming knowing it's cursed. Tim holds his hand out into the room as if to say after you and follows it up with a jerk of his head into the darkness. Why didn't I leave the lights on before I came downstairs to complain. I suddenly feel stupid that I requested his help to move my shit one door over.

"You know what? I think I got it from here. Thanks...for the escort."

"Nonsense," Tim replies, kicking the door shut behind him. "I'd be happy to help." He's no longer stuttering and his movements look confident and lethal.

I'm scared.

I'm shaking as I haphazardly throw my clothes back into my suitcase, not caring whether or not they're dirty or clean. I want to get out of this room and more importantly, away from Tim. Why'd he have to shut the door? The room seems stuffy now, and I'm sweating even though all I'm doing is throwing my shit back into my suitcase. I add my laptop and pocket my cell phone before I zip up my suitcase.

"Okay. Done. Let's go."

Tim has a half smirk on his face and one foot against the door behind him. He looks absolutely dangerous and I really, really miss it when he was afraid of his own shadow. "You want to know the real reason this room is cursed?" He asks, stutter long gone.

"N-no, I just want to get to my new room." I muster up the courage to walk toward him. He's skinny as fuck, I probably have more muscle than he does and can easily shove him aside, but when I come within a few inches of him, he stands up straight and towers over me.

Was he this tall before?

He's got a hand behind his back and when he pulls it out from behind him he reveals a knife. I mentally kick myself in the ass, knowing that's what he went behind those double doors for before we came up here. Damn it. He points the tip of the blade at me and I begin to walk backwards.

"I'll ask again, y/n. Do you want to know the real reason this room is cursed." He grits out the last word and pushes the blade into my stomach ever so slightly. I gasp at the contact, but play along. I have to play along if I want to get out of this.

"Y-yes. Yes I do. Tell me."

Tim pulls the knife away, but only so that the tip is no longer piercing the flesh of my abdomen. He cracks his neck and the sound of bones popping is overwhelming in this quiet room.

"Guess."

A tear slips from my left eye as my back hits the wall. No where else to go.

"I don't like guessing games, Tim. Just tell me."

"TOO FUCKING BAD," he screams, slicing into my jeans, making a clean cut into my thigh. It's deep enough to inflict pain but not deep enough to cause me to bleed out. He's got experience. "I do. Now, take a fucking guess or I'll push this knife so deep into your stomach, your organs will come with it on the way out."

A sob escapes my mouth and it takes me a minute to catch my breath.

I'm going to fucking die in here.

"You're taking to long, y/n." Tim raises his knife, the blade gleams in what little light shines from the heavily curtained window. "And I don't like to be kept waiting." He moves quickly, plunging it toward my stomach. I'm lucky enough to catch his wrist, and from sheer adrenaline alone, I'm able to hold him back and give him an answer.

"BECAUSE," I scream. "Because your family is batshit fucking crazy and you are the ones that kill here."

He smirks at me and I curse myself for even thinking that he looks the least bit attractive in this moment.

"Very good, y/n," Tim praises. "You know, I feel bad about this." The confusion must be evident on my face. He yanks his hand from my grip and uses the knife to scrape away the hair that's fallen into my face. "Don't be dumb. I mean the killing you part."

"Let me go then, you asshole." I'd love to knee him in the dick right now, but I don't. I want to leave this with as few stab wounds as possible.

"No. No, can't do that. Not when you know the family secret."

"Oh, geez. I won't tell anyone," I lie. He lets me go and I'm spilling my fucking guts.

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before. You're very pretty, y/n, but lying makes even the prettiest faces ugly."

I roll my eyes. This is taking too long. "Just kill me or let me go, you fucking psycho."

Tim taps the knife on his chin, contemplatively. "I don't think I'll do either."

My heart sinks as I think of the torture he has planned for me. This has taken a sick turn and I'm feeling more and more hopeless the longer this goes on. Why did I have to go downstairs and complain. Why? "Then what the fuck are you going to do?"

"Marry me."

"What?" He doesn't like the tone in my voice and by the look on his face, he's feeling a bit stabby. "I-I'm sorry. I'm confused."

"You seem to think you have an option in this. You marry me and you join me in carrying on my family business. I put a few kids in you so they take over. Or I kill you. Make a choice and do it quick. I'm missing my show."

A million thoughts cross my mind. The main one being the fact that he thinks I'll let him close enough to stick his dick in me and get me pregnant. The next one being that either way, I never get to leave this hotel of horrors.

"You're taking to LONG, y/n."

Tim raises his knife again and I have no choice but to join him.

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[netflixonyourcouch]

People are being willfully obtuse over this Letterboxd thing

All day I've been fighting rather combative/defensive people over what they claim is a miniscule, meaningless issue. And even though they perceive it to be a non-issue, they are fighting me as if I am personally insulting them or something.

That is, people using the Letterboxd review section to dump their witty one-liners about a movie instead of actually writing reviews.

Just so we're clear: I'm team "Let people use the site however they want!" and team "Let people enjoy things!!"

I mean, that doesn't mean I have to like that yall are treating the review section like it's the SNL writer's room. Letting people enjoy things isn't the same as agreeing with what they do or not having any type of grievance whatsoever.

And boy do I have grievances.

A random twitter user sums it up quite beautifully here:

Let me also be clear about a very important point here: Letterboxd users have overwhelmingly signaled that they are okay with this behavior. In fact, it has become the main vibe of the site. Insofar as Letterboxd continues to get traffic, it could care less about these joke reviews.

And at the end of the day, if I've gotta be okay with that, I've gotta be okay with it.

But that STILL doesn't mean I can't disagree with it in practice.

It's about the sanctity of a review section being for actual reviews. These type of "reviews" don't go into any detail about any of the film's qualities and are usually some silly reference to the actors in the film and a user's creepy/thirsty/parasocial comments toward them or some oversimplification of the film's plot done for comedic effect. Clearly, if that's going to be the vibe of the site, then it needs to be rebranded away from "Reviews" to "Comments" or "Shoutbox" or something. Because these are so far from being reviews it's not even funny (literally).

And I don't understand why there's absolutely no recourse for this: We should be able to sort and filter these kinds of reviews to avoid having to see them. I went through some suggestions on Reddit and people came out of the woodwork, calling me every name in the book except a child of God. And I was shocked. Why are people so vehemently against giving users the option to simply avoid such low effort reviews?

And then it hit me. People are just often so maliciously lackadaisical that it hurts sometimes. This very lax, laissez-faire attitude of "What? If you don't like it, just KEEP SCROLLING!! It's not hurting you!" is so reductive it actually hurts me, lol. Motherfuckers are running amok on this site, writing "Timothee Chalamet is zaddy" as their review and you seem to think the problem is with people not being able to scroll past it? Where's the damn quality control??? It's non-existent!

And then they said, "But it's just social media!!" Yes and no. It barely qualifies as social media! It's more of an indexing/cataloging/REVIEW type site, and it's SUPPOSED to be for film enthusiasts. Don't you want people to show just a little passion for the artform?

And then they said, "Well if you don't like it you can just block the people that write those reviews." Fam, what kind of option is that? I'd be here all day systematically blocking people. Instead of Letterboxd letting us sort and filter these reviews out, people really think the solution is just to either keep scrolling or block people.

I'm truly appalled at how people de-value our platforms and reduce them to nothing, and then attack anyone for wanting more. "Bro, it's not that serious bro, bro it's not that deep bro!" TO YOU!!!! It's not that deep to YOU!

That doesn't mean that has to be the default mode for everyone else.

[iloveyouimsorrry]

I have a few bear with mdr

Favourite Marauders ship/s?

Favourite Taylor Swift songs?

Rank all of Taylor's albums in order of your favourite?

Favourite One Direction Era?

And lastly: What are your Marauders Fan-casts if you had to make a movie? Sorry I had to add one more:

Opinions on the Harry Potter re-boot? And another:

What has been the highlight/s of your week so far?

yaya okay!!

1) my fav marauders era ship has gotta be wolfstar bc they were my original otp 😭😭😭

2) my tears ricochet, champagne problems, and king of my heart

3) folklore and evermore are tied at first place, then reputation, speak now, midnights, lover, debut, 1989, red, fearless (OMG THIS MADE ME SO SAD I FEEL SO BAD DEBUT IS SO FAR DOWN AND DEBUT IS THE BEST AND WHY IS FEARLESS LAST OMG 😭😭😭)

4) definitely 100% their frat boy eras it’s literally my fav era ever 🫶🫶🫶

5) okok so remus as andrew garfield, sirius as ben barnes, james as reiky de valk, reg as timothee chalamet, lily as annalise basso, marlene as beabadoobee, barty as maxence danet fauvel, dorcas as anok kon, mary as sofia bryant. and i have yet to find ones that i really like for evan and pandora 🙁 (also ik my remus and ben ones are basic and i do not care 😭😭😭)

6) just… no

7) hm probably seeing some friends i hadn’t seen in awhile!

thanks for sending all the questions this was fun!!

[reviewsclown]

Wonka 2023

No one was asking for a prequel to the original movie, but in this modern era we can only do reboots or remakes or sequels and prequels, so that's just how it'll be.

Notably, they immediately start off with Timothee Chalamet in the classic outfit from the first movie? purple ish coat, brown hat etc. You just think they'd have waited 'til the end of the movie and not, literally immediately right? Also it's a musical, in that Willy Wonka sings, and not the oompa loompas. They do songs way too often too, like 4 or 5 in the first 50 minutes, and they're all very similar sounding as well. For some reason magic is just real in this movie? Like Wonka's hat has infinite storage and he's got bottled sunglight he puts in chocolate. what the fuck is that about? Magic isn't real, and it was never real in the 1971 movie, why is it here now. The plot was alright, it doesn't have like major twists but why would you expect that, it's functional and works for the story intended/ Best part of this movie is easily the oompa loompas, I loved them, in the beginning Floofty I believe he's called? he does the weird little flute tune from the 2005 movie and I found it honestly very charming, and it's hard to mess up an oompa loompa song, they're always good. Though they looked a little bad, regular human head CGI'ed orange with green hair, on a CGI small body.

Also, none of the chocolates he makes are original? like original to this movie. He makes a chocolate that makes you float, similar to fizzy lifting drinks. and a chocolate with multiple different flavors that experience a meal over time, just like the dinner chewing gum. an eclair that makes your hair grow, like the candy from the 2005 movie. Near the end of the movie Wonka makes a comment about wishing a chocolate could last forever.

Final Review: that was almost kind solid? I gotta say I enjoyed the movie, it's nothing legendary but it's also not that bad either, though the other people watching with me didn't seem to agree. If you want to watch it or it sounds interesting to you, you should. But it's in no way a 'must see' movie.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

i need to be honest - i love the dune movie from the 80s idk why but the vibes are there but i've been putting off watching the dune movies and today i did watch the first one and i gotta say i didn't rly like it. the pacing is just weird and it just idk, maybe it's cause i really like the 80s movie and it has such a distinct tone to it that watching the new movies with their modern prestige lens felt a bit off.

i've read the books and honestly the new movies do fit a lot better with that narrative but idk, i just didn't enjoy it as much. maybe it's timothee chalamet exhaustion but i think it's cause as someone who grew up with a lot of 80s themed sci fi which was VERY campy and kinda dorky, seeing it lacking in the new movie felt a bit alienating to me as an audience member

[liinos]

tired of seeing people call timothee hot

[isimpoveryou]

timothee chalamet x reader

pronouns: she/her

fc: rosè/park chaeyoung

request are closed

☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎

yourinstagram ✔︎

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yourinstagram my first met gala with @ysl

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y/nfan27 so prettyyyy

y/nfan58 QUEEN

oliviarodrigo beauty queen!!!

yourinstagram 😘😘

timotheefan45 TIMMY JUST LIKED THIS

zendaya @tchalamet i see you

yourinstagram ✔︎

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yourinstagram pizza >> anything else

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y/nfan32 I AGREE I AGREE

timotheefan56 i mean i can see why timothee

tchalamet i can show the best pizza in nyc

yourinstagram dm me when, what, and where mr chalamet

tchalamet yes maam

y/nfan89 ^^damn...

timotheefans91 agree pizza will always be the superior

tchalamet ✔︎

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tchalamet as i promise

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timotheefan20 PLS DONT TELL ME-

y/nfan28 it is indeed

yourinstagram today was fun. we should do it again

tchalamet just text when you can

timotheefan58 WHAT THE FAWK

zendaya TIMOTHEE WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME

tchalamet i did.....

yourinstagram ✔︎

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yourinstagram my fav curly boy <3

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y/nfan26 WELP-

timotheefan31 i just had a heart attack-

zendaya @tchalamet i hate you

tchalamet why is it always me

yourinstagram @zendaya we can meet up sometimes, just dm me xx. @tchalamet your just really annoying

y/nfan57 @randomuser 100 bucks they will date

timotheefan89 THIS IS SO CUTE-

tchalamet ✔︎

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tchalamet mon amour

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timotheefan23 WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

y/nfan39 CHILL ITS 7 IN THE MORNING IN HERE

florencepugh finally had the guts to ask ey tim

yourinstagram *coughs* i was the one who asked him

timotheefan61 i think i just missed a few chapter

y/nfan99 no hate to lily and timothee ship fans. but you gotta accept the reality

[chal-latte]

Timmy and reader just broken up, and they run in together at the met.

A/N: I LOVE THIS AND THIS IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THIS FIC @chalametsimp I LOVE YOU!!

deuxmoi 

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deuxmoi spotted: seconds before y/n l/n teared down as ex-lover timothée chalamet hid her from the curious paparazzis, saying “give us some privacy, please.” its been a month after timothée left her for his ex lily rose-depp. but it looks like things haven’t been easy for the both of ‘em. they’d make a lovely met gala couple 😢

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fanpage30 i think the problem is rooted deeper than just him doing a pr stunt w his ex

fanpage30 i think the problem is rooted deeper than just him doing a pr stunt w his ex

fanpage29 i like lily more its obvious who he belongs to

↪️ fanpage11 you make zero sense he doesn’t belong to anyone you shithead just bc u like lily more doesn’t mean u can bring y/n down

fanpage39 my parents😢😢

fanpage43 first was devon.. now y/n.. love isnt real

fanpage86 pls get back together so i can live happily

fanpage33 nah if i were y/n i’d do the same he’s cruel for that 

fanpage28 that ‘pr stunt’ must be her last straw

y/i/n

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y/i/n it’s met gala monday, save your tears for another day

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fanpage90 girl u know whats right! we support you y/n ❤️❤️❤️

louisvuitton a star✨⭐️

nicolasghesquiere what a night❤️

fanpage18 y/n we love you :((

fanpage89 SAVE UR TEARS FOR ANOTHER DAY Y/N WE LOVE YOU

fanpage39 whys he still liking her pics

theweeknd true

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fanpage30 XO GATHER UP

fanpage22 abel boutta throw hands lol

juliafox fuck him and his crew

↪️ y/i/n louder queen!!!

fanpage99 EVEN JULIA AGREES

chloegmoretz no one can outshine you baby

↪️ y/i/n i love you :((( 

patmcgrathreal eternal beauty 💖👼

iliona not saying i love it when ur sad but ur so creative when ur sad

↪️ y/i/n gotta transfer that energy somewhere

fanpage38 DOES- WHAT?

fanpage42 IS Y/N WRITING A SONG? AGAIN?

fanpage58 oh yup this must be BAD

tchalamet

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fanpage51 heartbreaker🍅🍅🍅boooo 🍅🍅🍅

fanpage19 tim drunk off his ass after making y/n cry lol that so low of him

billieeilish :)

fanpage28 bILLLIE WHOS SIDE R U ON??

alexandermcqueen amazing as always✨

fanpage39 and he went to the after party.. of course

cartier 🖤

fanpage90 wtf did u say to y/n???

↪️ deuxmoi someone overheard them saying words like “i love you” “coming back” “second chance” “stunt” but we dont know who’s saying what

↪️ fanpage90 what the fuckkkkk..

mtv im a child of divorce

fanpage93 yall pls dont send him hate comments we actually dont know what went on yall assume too quick

fanpage31 i hope theyre coming back that pr stunt was bad asf

fanpage44 timothee i love you but im on y/n’s side now

fanpage37 tim u still have time to fix this we cant defend u no more babe

fanpage59 timmy look at me this isnt you tim

fanpage22 y/n went to the after party too but idk if she stayed for long

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fanpage48 what was on his mind when he agreed to do that shitty pr stunt 

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enews here we have it folks! y/n l/n (@y/i/n) making an appearance at the met gala after party accompanied by chloe grace moretz (@chloegmoretz). it is claimed that she “just want to make rounds then go home.” other sources said she swung by to “get wasted” and “forget about tonight.” but she did went home with her ex-boyfriend timothée chalamet (@tchalamet), so what was that about?

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fanpage83 i say we get out of their hair and let them solve this privately

fanpage91 theyre just getting started, theyre young and this kind of drama will come along

fanpage29 theyre not a drama lover we know that  but once they make a drama its so big we’re gonna talk about it nonstop

fanpage48 i want a friend like grace:(

fanpage84 y/n did like his recent post tho

fanpage47 WE STILL HAVE HOPE

fanpage54 i wish i can hug her i love her sm i wanna comfort her

fanpage44 i hope theyre doing okay

fanpage93 im sure it was just a misunderstanding, timmy wont do such thing

fanpage77 glad chloe was present for her

fanpage89 they’ll get back together again im sure 

[alyswritings]

Oscars

Got this idea given the Oscars and I just wanted to write some Z and Holland!sister

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Since Zendaya is attending the Oscars this year and Tom couldn't go, plus all his brothers being busy, the couple discussed Zendaya taking Y/N. Tom had expressed that his younger sister always wanted to go to some kind of award show, having not been able to go to many for Tom due to school or her own stuff going on.

Y/N doesn't completely mind award shows, although she does get a bit nervous on the carpet sometimes, not super fond of all the attention and flashing cameras -- at least for long periods of time.

When Zendaya asked Y/N if she'd want to go, the 18 year old was ecstatic. She happily agreed to go, giving Zendaya a tight hug for the invite and Tom a tight hug for suggesting the idea.

The two got all glammed up for the event, Y/N feeling absolutely gorgeous in her dress, plus all the compliments from Zendaya and the older girl's friends helping boost the Holland's confidence.

They get to the event, being led to where they need to be.

"Do you wanna take pictures or do you just wanna go inside?" Zendaya asks.

"I can handle a few pictures." Y/N nods, smiling.

"Okay." Zendaya smiles, wrapping her arm around the brunette's shoulders.

The two run into Andrew Garfield, the two Marvel actors taking a selfie with some fans before including Y/N in a second selfie. They took more pictures with him and talked for a bit, catching up, not having seen him since they were filming the movie.

Zendaya posed on the carpet, solo pictures being taken for a bit before she brought Y/N in. The two posed together, switching between different cameras every few moments.

Soon enough, the pictures were over and the two were able to start making their way inside. Zendaya saw Timothee Chalamet and hyped him up from far away. Y/N and Timothee shared a small wave before the two girls went inside.

Throughout the show, Y/N laughed at most of the jokes and applauded whoever won in their category. During commercial breaks, she and Zendaya would talk or talk to other people there, Zendaya introducing her and Timothee to each other. The two got along, quickly finding similar interests and talking about those and their lives.

Y/N and Zendaya are sitting and watching as Chris Rock is on stage, cracking some jokes before he presents a category.

"Jada, I love you. G.I. Jane 2, can't wait to see it, all right?" Chris says. He gets mixed reactions from the audience before he continues to talk, but stops.

Y/N watches as Will Smith walks up on stage and up to Chris, slapping him across the face. Y/N's jaw drops in shock, looking over to Zendaya who has a similar reaction.

Y/N chokes on a laugh, not certain if she should even be laughing. Though, she does tend to laugh even when she knows she shouldn't. She doesn't know why she seems to laugh in any mood she's in with whatever is happening -- rather she be happy, mad, sad, uncomfortable, or nervous -- she always seems to laugh through those emotions.

"Will Smith just smacked the shit out of me." Chris says.

Will yells twice at Chris to keep his name's out of his mouth, an awkwardly dead silence following.

"What do we do? I don't think laughing is correct." Y/N whispers quietly.

"It's your defense mechanism, I understand." Zendaya whispers back. "We'll just move on."

"I gotta tell everybody in the sibling group chat." Y/N says, taking her phone out, going to her texts to talk to her brothers about what just happened.

Later, when Will accepted the award for best actor and during his speech, he apologized, his speech soon ending. The rest of the show went well, nothing else like that happening.

Y/N and Zendaya enjoyed the rest of the time before going to the after party. Y/N enjoyed her time at the after party, staying attached to Zendaya some of the night, but did venture off and talked to other people. She met some of the other Marvel actors including Sebastian Stan and Hailee Steinfeld and also met the Euphoria actors who were there. Plus, she was able to meet other celebrities that she likes and she also managed to talk to Timothee and Andrew some more.

By the end of the night, Zendaya and Y/N got back to the actress' house.

"You have fun?" Zendaya asks the younger girl.

"Yeah. Thanks for bringing me." Y/N smiles.

"Of course." Zendaya smiles. "And don't tell Tom, but you and Tessa are my favorite Hollands." She says making the two laugh.

[simpurnatural]

“This is Mine” - T. Chalamet

[series masterlist ] || [teaser] || [chapter 1] || [chapter II]

Warning ⚠️: Swearing, 

Pairing(s): CEO!Timothee Chalamet x Assistant!Reader

Any writing errors? Point them out! Love some helpful feedback! <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! WORKING ON (1) REQUEST <3

THE INTERVIEW

“I’m so happy for you sweetie!” your mom beamed through the phone.

“This is everything I’ve ever wanted!” You squealed, look out the living room window that revealed NYC in all its glory.

“Good luck with the interview, kiddo!” your dad wished from out of frame.

“Thanks guys. I miss you,” you pouted, the homesick feeling setting in.

“Don’t worry Y/n, we’ll be visiting you for Christmas!” she reminded, “That’s in two months,” she adds as you checked your calender.

“Right, I gotta go get ready” You say before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

…

“Twenty-One fifty,” the driver announced, extending his hand towards you.

“Right,” you nodded as you began rummaging through your purse. “Here,” you said with a sorry grin, handing him nineteen dollars and the rest in change.

He groaned, counting the coins before nodding for you to get out. Muttering thanks, you shut the car door and entered through the revolving doors of…

Chalamet & Co. Founded and currently ran by Timothee Chalamet, who came up with nothing in his name. His sob story was that his mother and father went to America for the American Dream. People say he’s a nice guy who does charity work on the side but others say he’s a snobby hand-me-down brat. 

Which side you were going to meet? Not so sure.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of the enormous the lobby by itself was. Huge portraits adorned the walls. Almost every object sported the company logo.

“Hello, I’m here for the interview.” You say to the receptionist, who according to their pin went by they/them.

“For what position?” They asked.

“Assistant,” You responded confidently, they finally looked up and eyed your blouse.

“Love that color on you..?”

“Y/n L/n,” you introduced, offering your hand.

“Craig,” they smiled, “But you already knew that,” they laughed, pointing at their tag.

“Well Y/n,” Craig hummed, writing down something. “Good luck,” they say.

“Thank you!” you grinned before heading to the elevators.

As the doors opened, you were the first to step in. A handful of other people followed, pushing you to the back.

“Floor?” Someone asked, everyone began chiming in.

“Forty-eight please,” you said, making heads turn before turning to each other and whispering.

“You sure?” A voice with a thick accent beside you questioned.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I got an interview for the assistant position,” you explain, earning a nod.

“I’m Will,” he introduced, looking into your eyes with his dreamy greens.

“Y/n,” you replied, as people began to leave the elevator as they got to their floor.

“Why’d you come here to work right under that tosser’s nose?” he chuckled, others laughed a little with him.

“Well, let’s just say I bombed my other interviews so this was my plan C,” you shrugged. “Do you not like him?” you asked.

“Why would we? He’s the type of guy to make you come in even when you’re on leave.” A lady said, looking to you with a disgruntled look on her face. “I was eight months pregnant.”

You let out an audible gasp as others began letting you in on their encounters with Timothee. All were horrible and not a single good word about him came out of their mouths.

“This is my floor,” Will said as the doors opened on the thirty-second floor with highlighted word Finance. “Good luck!”

Then you found yourself alone in the lift, no second guessing your decision. But before you could fully wrap your around the thought of leaving, the doors opened again.

You stepped out, and saw a desk where a well-dressed woman sat. Approaching her, she cleared her throat and pushed her glasses up.

“You must be Ms. L/n,” she says, pressing a button, “She’s here,” she announces then a deep voice replied.

“Send her in.”

You gulped as a large office door swung open and woman ran out sobbing. Followed by a man dressed to kill with perfectly styled hair who seemed to not give a damn about it.

Timothee Chalamet

“Ms. Y/n,” Mr. Chalamet says with a straight face, “Let’s get this over with,” he says, walking back through the doors with you trailing after him.

He plopped down behind his large desk and you couldn’t help but look at the self-portrait right behind him. Self-centered much?

“I didn’t say you could have a seat,” he says when you approached the chair, seemingly pissed off for no obvious reason.

“Right-“

“And don’t speak when not prompted to,” he groans, “Work etiquette is so simple,” he whined, running a hand down his face.

You stood their awkwardly and felt embarrassed for not knowing something that seemed almost like common knowledge.

Mr. Chalamet skimmed through something that seemed to be a copy of your resume. He muttered something to himself, fiddling with his hair.

He then looked up to you and said, “Have you done interviews anywhere else in the city?”.

“I’ve done two.”

“And did they offer to hire you?” He asks

“No.”

“Obviously,” he says a bit quieter. “What makes you think you’re a good fit for my company?”

“I went to college to pursue a career in business and literature. I’ve always had an appreciation for both since high school.”

“And where exactly did you attend college?” he asks.

“Community college,”

“Underachiever,” he mumbles as he wrote something down. “What are you trying to receive if you do get the job?” Mr. Chalamet asks.

“Experience.”

“And what’ll you do if you don’t get the job?” he questions.

“Look for another opportunity or job opening.”

“What do you believe would make Chalamet and Company better? It could be anything, I don’t care.” He shrugs, looking to you.

You were silently fuming at how much of a dick he is. You didn’t even want the job anymore. Taking a deep breath and clenching your fists, you responded with

“Well to start, I’d take down all your self absorbed paintings and pictures. Then hang up art worth actually gawking at. I mean, you already have your name printed on everything else in the building. I’m surprised you don’t have it tattooed to on your forehead,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“And what could I do with all those brilliant pieces?” He asks, referring to his self-proclaimed art.

“Send them to other snobby rich people,” you reply right as Mr. Chalamet stood up, buttoning his suit jacket.

“Snobby rich people,” He mocked, “You don’t understand the sweat and tears it takes for us to be rich and snobby.”

“I understand what it means to work hard.” You defended as he went to open the office door.

“Not hard enough. If you did then you’d already be rich because all you are is snobby,” he huffs, as you made your way to it.

He caught grasp of your arm and studied the fury in your eyes, making him chuckle at how easy it was to get under your skin. But then he uttered the words that made your heart drop-

“You’re hired.”

...

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[retvenkos]

within these lines | t.l.

Little Women - Theodore “Laurie” Laurence x Reader, fluff requested by @mywinterbucky​ - sorry for the wait!

tw: none

word count: 1.6k

prompt: “you still have that?”

A/N: sorry timothee chalamet fans, but the gif is of christian bale’s laurie because sometimes you gotta switch it up, y’know? after all, variety is the spice of life.

Summary: The world had come in between Laurie and (Y/n) five years ago, but neither time nor distance could keep them apart for long.

There’s something elusively romantic about the teenage years. Despite any tragedy that reaches the hearts of the young, there is something infinite in youth that takes such melancholy and spins it into something beautiful beyond recognition.

It was in their teenage years that (Y/n) was torn from Laurie’s embrace - two friends on the cusp of being something more. A “perhaps” that ended in ellipses, each dot like the thousands of miles that separated them. All through their childhood, they had been together, and up until the moment (Y/n) was whisked away to England, they had constantly been at each other’s side. To have known someone so fully and to lose them so completely was a tragedy that often left the soul barren. But they were teenagers at the time, standing at the precipice of adulthood, and their minds preserved a beauty that existed in their youth - something unique and not likely to happen again; gold-spun.

When (Y/n) was plucked out of Laurie’s pocket and ripped from his heart, there wasn’t much else to do than wander. Laurie passed the days on his own and when he wasn’t lost amongst the memories of his youth, he was writing letters to (Y/n) when he ought to have been studying and fashioning poetry when he should have been sleeping. There is something elusively romantic about writing to someone you don’t have the address for - something that lies in the yearning of one’s being and the void that is left behind.

As the years wore on, Laurie grew out of those rose-colored teenage years, but his heart still beat to the rhythm of a sonnet. Across the ocean, (Y/n) was much the same. Although less of a poet, (Y/n) was a dreamer, and when they closed their eyes, they were there in the gardens of their youth, with a boy they had once thought of loving at their side.

It was a muddy, April day when Laurie felt a particular kind of ache settle in his heart. (Y/n) had told him, once, when they were hiding in the study of his grandfather’s house rather than practicing the piano, that muddy, grey mornings were their favorite. He had laughed at them back then, even after (Y/n) insisted that grey mornings had a comforting sort of calm about them - something that made sense to Laurie, despite it all. (Y/n) had insisted on the beauty of drab mornings, and when he told them that loving dull skies was like loving the taste of over-boiled tea, (Y/n) told him that they loved that, too. “After all,” they had said, “that’s how you make it when your grandfather is away, and there’s no one here but us.”

“But it’s not any good.”

“To me it is.” At their statement, Laurie made a face, and (Y/n) laughed like a spring breeze. “As is anything that is made with love.”

Laurie’s cheeks bloomed with a soft red at the mention of something so sacred as love, and he hid his flustered feelings by fiddling with the papers on the study desk. On a few pages, Laurie saw his own messy scrawl, and on a couple of others, he saw (Y/n)’s curled handwriting.

“Why don’t you make a list, then?” Laurie searched for a blank piece of parchment and set one down in front of (Y/n), giving them a quill and inkpot. “Make a list of everything you can think of that’s made with love.”

“Why?” And the curiosity in (Y/n)’s voice was gentle.

“So that I may make a list of my own, and we can learn to love the list of the other.”

(Y/n) smiled.

That had been many years ago, but Laurie could still remember the soft, subdued smile that (Y/n) had given him that day - an expression of contented awe. He had associated that look with muddy, April days a long time ago, and there was something particularly melancholic about a memory so beautiful and so full of love.

And a long time after, Laurie was still in the study, now in his early twenties. Sitting in a newly upholstered seat, he pulled out of a small tin box a stack of old papers filled with curled handwriting. At the bottom of the stack lay the list from so long ago, well-loved and well revised, with additions like “poorly done sketches from the neighbor children,” and “broken seashells from the beach,” written in minuscule letters.

Laurie was reading number twenty-six (“the singing of birds on Sunday mornings”) when a voice spoke from the stillness.

“You still have that?”

Transcending time and distance, Laurie would have known that voice anywhere.

“(Y/n)?”

Laurie's old friend, leaning against the door of the study, giggled from delight, and not a moment later, Laurie had them wrapped in a hug, his years of loneliness only tightening his grip - warm, enveloping, and ferocious, like he would do anything to never lose them again.

“Laurie, you’re going to crush me!”

“Wasn’t that on your list, though?” Laurie pulled away, holding (Y/n) at arm's length, looking into eyes he hadn’t seen in years - bright and strong; beautiful beyond belief. “Number thirty-one: ‘hugs you think will crack your spine.’”

(Y/n) hummed fondly. “And if I remember correctly, your number thirty-one was hiding in the closet during parties, whispering stories by candlelight.”

“You remember?”

“Of course, I do,” (Y/n) said earnestly, their brow creasing slightly, as though they were surprised at his question. “I have it right… here.” (Y/n) reached into the inside pocket of their coat, pulling out an old and fading envelope. They gingerly pulled out a piece of old parchment, reading the first sentence on the page. "Number one: 'the too-small gloves that you made me.' You really should have written my name - had anyone else  found the list, they would have been terribly confused."

“You still have it.”

(Y/n) smiled, and the expression was there - that contented sort of awe that never failed to make Laurie feel seen and, perhaps most of all, loved. For a moment, the two just stood there, within arm's length, holding onto each other and marveling at all the other had become. There was something elusively romantic about the moment; something heavenly that had been captured in every poem Laurie had ever written and every dream (Y/n) had ever fathomed.

“I missed you, Laurie.” And those four whispered words held a fragile sort of intimacy that could be shattered with a voice much louder than a sigh.

“And I missed you more than you could ever know.”

(Y/n)’s breath hitched.

Laurie stepped away suddenly as though a spell broke. He turned his back to (Y/n), his cheeks already starting to flare, and scanning the study for another chair - something for (Y/n) to sit in, close to him, at last.

“Ah, here.” Laurie pulled a chair closer to the study desk. “You can sit there and tell me all about your adventures in England. Would you like any tea?”

He turned to face (Y/n) once again, and they had a mischievous smile on their face. “Over-boiled, I’m guessing?”

Laurie chuckled, looking downward to hide the embarrassment that crept up onto his cheeks. “I think you’ll find I’m much improved. I’ve had five years of practice since you were last here.”

“Five years,” (Y/n) mused, walking over to their seat and sitting gently. “It’s funny, it feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve been in Massachusetts, but it’s only been five years.”

“Five years is a long time,” Laurie supplied. “A lot can change.”

“But a lot can stay the same. Or, at least I hope.”

The two friends looked at each other. For a moment, it felt like the world slowed around them, and they were nothing more than the teenagers they had been five years prior when they were writing silly lists of things that were made with love.

“Well,” (Y/n) started, “I suppose I have stories I could tell, but I want to know about you."

"Well, I want to know about you!"

(Y/n) scoffed and shook their head, an expression that was beautiful, akin to the breaking of a new day.

"Well, this town has been like it's always been." Laurie relented, relaxing in his chair. “The March sisters have been less willing to spend time with me lately, since my mood has gone sour. but you’ll be glad to know that I have plans for getting back in their good graces, soon.”

(Y/n) leaned forward, putting their elbows on the desk and steepling their fingers, as though whatever they were talking about was of great importance. On instinct, Laurie leaned in as well, two conspirators in an empty house. "Well, now we're getting somewhere, Mr. Laurence."

Laurie stifled a chuckle, (Y/n) clearly struggling to do the same. "Indeed we are, (Y/n) (L/n)."

They both broke, and laughter filled the room, the sound echoing through the floorboards, unearthing the past where they had done just the same when they were years younger, but much the same.

Laurie sighed. "How is it that after five years of being apart, nothing has changed?"

"Well, I know you, Teddy, nothing can change that." (Y/n) smiled, gentle but full. Laurie felt a tugging on his heart - something almost painful if it weren't for the care in (Y/n)'s eyes, wrapping him in the most comforting sincerity - a gravity more divine than existing. "Even when we were far from each other, I had your list and my memories; you were the most full thing I ever had."

"I didn't know if you'd remember."

"I always remembered you."

Laurie breathed.

“Well,” (Y/n) began, something in their voice a little unsure, endearing Laurie already, “Now that we know we both remembered and kept the list of the other, I have to ask: did you learn to love my list?”

“I did.”

(Y/n) seemed pleased. “Even muddy, April mornings?”

Laurie chuckled, the feeling warm and pleasant in his chest - like a thunderstorm in June. “They were the first I learned to cherish.”

They smiled at each other once more.

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[meetmyothersouls]

I love your work sm 💕 could you write something where the reader and Timmy are exs and meet again at a friends wedding and reconcile/hookup?

Oooh this reminds me of an episode of a show that was on the other day and it was really sweet. And thank you so much <3

Old Flame

Warnings: fluffy fluff

Your plane was late and your luggage either stolen or left at the airport where you boarded your connecting flight to New York; either way it was just your luck. You were invited to a wedding; you weren't sure why. You hadn't spoken to your best friend, Pauline in years, but when the silky baby blue and white invitation arrived in your mailbox you couldn't say no. Of course, attending this wedding, also meant you'd be in the same room with Timothee Chalamet, your high school sweetheart, your first kiss, your first love, your first...well everything.

You had just enough time, and money, to run to a store you used to buy all of your dance dresses and prom dresses at. The prices had gone up since you were a teenager, but you were able to snag a pretty maroon number, tight around the waist and flowy in the skirts. It had an open back and a cute little bow that tied around your neck. The shoes you wore in would have to do, and you praised yourself for choosing to wear a nude pair of flats.

A taxi took you to the venue, The Carlyle Hotel. You let out a small laugh as you were let out in front of it. This venue had Pauline written all over it: old, elegant, classy, it looked as if it were fit to hold a party hosted by Jay Gatsby himself. You rushed inside and grabbed a seat in the back just as the ceremony started. To say it was beautiful was an understatement. Pauline was gorgeous, her wedding had a ball gown silhouette with layers and layers of white lace made up the skirt that continued up her torso in a corset style top, sleeveless and divine.

The rest of the ceremony was as beautiful as Pauline's dress and just as it ended you felt a finger tap on your shoulder. You jumped and turned around to take in the sight of a man you hadn't seen in 10 years. He still took your breath away and as your name came out of his mouth, you shuddered.

"Timothee. Hi."

"Don't think I didn't see you sneak in 3 minutes before the wedding started," he laughed, "always running late." He shook his head in mock disappointment.

"Hey, you always called it 'fashionably late', remember? And it wasn't my fault this time, my plane was late, and my luggage got left behind, so I had to buy a new dress and everything." Your face felt hot. He looked like prince, and as happy as you were to see him, you were sad at the memories that you had with him, the secrets the two of you held.

"Well, you look...just as beautiful as you always have, y/n, if not more." he took your hand in his and placed a tender kiss to it. A prince, that was, indeed, what he was. You risked a quick glance at his fingers, no ring. He wasn't married at least.

"Care for a drink?" he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, yeah sure." Your hand remained in his as you stood, only dropping it when Pauline tackled you to the floor.

"Y/N!!! YOU CAME!!!" She was beaming, positively glowing.

"You think I'd miss your wedding? We've only talked about this since we were 9 years old." You heard Timothee laugh behind you, likely recalling the many nights you spent the night at the Chalamet residence. Timothee always tried to sneak in and hang out with you, even after Pauline fell asleep.

"Yeah, except you wanted to marry Leonardo Dicaprio, and I wanted to marry-"

"Orlando Bloom!" The two of you said in unison, laughing.

"God, I've missed you so much. Oh hey, I gotta go dance with my dad, but please stick around for a while?"

You smiled and nodded as Pauline ran off, joining her dad on the dance floor. Timothee bumped your shoulder, "Care to dance with an old flame?"

Letting out a laugh, you rolled your eyes. You gripped his hand a little tighter, expecting to join the rest of the attendees on the dance floor. Timothee pulled you the opposite direction, leading the two of you out the back door and into a small Victorian style gazebo. It was white with a gray shingled roof, ivy trailed up the fencing.

"Shouldn't we dance with the rest of them?" You asked, still marveling at the architecture and beauty that surrounded you.

"I don't want to dance; I want to talk." Timothee's hand was now sweaty in yours, but he didn't let go.

Your heart beat hard, and you were sweaty in your dress. You expected to see him, you expected to talk to him, but you didn't expect to be alone with him. You hadn't seen him or talked to him in ten years, but being around him felt the familiar, especially as he stared at you with those eyes whose color you could never quite place.

"Talk about what?" You swallowed hard as he sat on the bench that lined the inside of the gazebo. He looked up at you, still standing and still holding his hand.

"I didn't think you'd come," he admitted, "I kept looking around and I was nervous. I almost gave up, but then I heard the door open and your tiny footsteps" he paused to laugh and shook his head again, "I was probably one of the worst groomsmen, because at that point I didn't pay one bit of attention to the wedding. I can't even tell you what my sister's vows were or what her dress looked like. I only saw you."

You stood there, gawking at him, and you were quite sure your mouth hung open slightly as he continued speaking, "I've missed you every day for ten years."

"Timothee, I..."

"I'm sorry I know this is a lot and at this point I'm practically a stranger to you," he stood, now taking your other hand in his, "but...forgive me for saying this...I've never stopped loving you."

You stared at him, your eyes bouncing between both of his. You weren't sure if you remembered how to blink or breathe. A sound came out of your mouth, a failed attempt to speak. He was breathing heavily and bounced nervously on the balls of his feet.

Squeezing your hands lightly, he let out a nervous laugh, "Hah, uhm, here let me help you. Now's the time where you say something like 'Timothee, I missed you and I've thought about you every day', you know something like that."

You let out something between a breathy laugh and sigh. This was all happening so fast that the only thing that came out of your mouth was, "care to dance with an old flame?"

Timothee's eyes scanned your face as he offered you a small smile, you couldn't place his emotions. Was he trying to get back together with you? You had to go back to California in three days, surely, he wasn't trying to rekindle anything. When you left, you broke his heart, you knew that for a fact. You promised you'd write him, call him every day, but you didn't. It was too hard, and you felt horrible about it, but it was for the best. You would have held him back, which simply wouldn't do; you knew he was capable of so much.

He pulled you into his arms, swaying with you as your head rested on his chest. Just as it was getting dark, a series of string lights came on, illuminating the gazebo. You both looked up and laughed, it was very romantic, like something out of a Nicholas Sparks novel. Your faces came back down in unison, noses brushing against one another's, your lips so close you could smell his minty breath.

"I have missed you, Timothee. Everyday," you admitted, whispering the words. He swayed with you slowly, looking at you the same way he looked at you when you danced with him on your prom night. "I'm sorry that I-"

He cut you off when his hands moved from your waist up to your cheeks, "Shh," he whispered. He wanted to kiss you, you could tell by the way he licked his lips and sighed, restraining himself. "You don't have to explain anything, I know you had your reasons, and if you want me to know them, I'll listen, but right now, I want to focus on this. On us. On the fact that I would be willing to do anything to have another chance with you. Maybe I shouldn't have acted so fast, but I don't know how long you'll be here. I couldn't let you leave without trying this again. I'm not 17 anymore. I can go anywhere you need me to. Where do you live? California? I can move there. You travel a lot? I'll go with you. Fuck, I'll fly the plane. Y/n, I'll do anything to have another shot at this. With you. I-"

His lips felt like home as you cut him off. Like a missing piece of a puzzle, you'd been trying to put together for ten years. It was fast, sure, but it was right. Timothee's hands moved from your cheeks to the back of your head and the small of your back. You reluctantly pulled your face from his, desperate for air. He placed three more small kisses to your lips but held you close to him.

"Please tell me you aren't seeing anyone?" He asked, suddenly realizing it could be a very real possibility.

"I'm not, I don't really date that much," you admitted.

"Why not?"

You looked into his eyes, "because I've spent the last ten years still in love with you."

He shook his head, half in disbelief, half in an attempt to hide the tears that you saw in his eyes. You weren't sure what this meant, but you were sure that you'd navigate it with him, your old flame.

Tags: @imnotoverlyobsessive @dayafied @soulofendlessbook @fashphotolife @chicchanelcigs @scentedkittenperfection @weasleytwinscumslut @mxciscastleintheair @timotheeisthelomll @marvelmaniac2000 @lovelyrocker @divine-1 @louievr @love-poems-only @starberry-cake @inlovewithphantasy @karinabeers

[crispychannie]

“Bestfriend”

Bang Chan x Fem Reader

Genre : smut, NSFW, little fluff (?)

Warnings : vaginal play, slight masturbation (m), receiving(f) mention of ‘kitten’

Summary : Bestfriends to lovers. That’s all you need to know

Word count : 3.5k

Note : Never will I ever be able to write and imagine without giving minimal details and plot for context

2:45 pm

Chan heaved a sigh as he quickly stood beside the curtains, afraid that you must’ve seen him looking at you from his window. He peeped at the now-empty window sill and drew the curtains close. With sunlight finding it’s way through the curtains, the room was still lit. Making his way back to his bed, he discarded the last piece of clothing which covered his privates. Turning to his laptop, he resumed the slide show while bringing his hand to his hard member.

He looked at the pictures, the curves on the body, how the bikini bottom (hehe) was held by nothing but thin strings around the waist, the top, which gave a perfect shape to the breasts. The picture on his laptop changed, it was now a picture in the pool. He held the girl close to him, her hands on his shoulders, they were having fun in the pool. He groaned as his pace grew faster, reminiscing about how turned on he was that day. How he could see her nippels erect with all the water contact to her bare skin.

He shut his eyes close, releasing himself to the thought of her, to the thought of you. He turned his face towards the laptop and enabled the sleep mode. Pulling a few tissues from the box on his side table, he cleaned himself up and walked towards his bathroom. As he walked out of the bathroom, he saw balls of crumbled paper at the foot of his bed which was close to the open window. He walked towards the window and pushed the curtains apart, only to find you in the act of throwing them across.

“I’m coming over” you said from the opposite window in a hand sign language. You grabbed the branch of the tree which ended right near your window and pulled yourself towards the tree, making your way towards Chan’s window.

“Hellloooo sun....” you trailed off as you jumped in from his window sill and saw him in his boxers, at broad daylight.

“Shinneee.... were you sleeping? At this hour?” You asked him.

“I was... hot” he panicked.

“It’s snowing out there” You shook your head in disbelief.

“Were you busy?” You asked as you plopped down on his bed, making yourself comfortable.

“No, I was just chilling.”

“Great then, let’s watch a movie.” You said as you stretched your arm to reach for his laptop.

“Nooo!” He screamed as he shut the screen, acknowledging the fact that you knew the password. “We can’t watch a movie.”

“Why?” You whined.

“I have to work on a project.”

“Oh, then I’ll help you.” You offered.

“Orrr are you hiding something?” You said with a pause and as you lips formed into a smirk. Teasing Chan was your favourite past time.

“Why would I hide anything from you?” He stammered, flustered.

“Then give me your laptop.”

“I- I was... I was looking at pictures of Kim.” He said, defeated.

“You were looking at pictures of your ex... in your boxers?” You raised your eyebrow. You quickly caught up to what he might have been doing. “Okay okay okay okay cool cool cool cool cool.”

He bit the inside of his cheek and looked away. At least he doesn’t know it’s you.

“What did you even see in her? I mean, I’m hotter, any given day.” You mumbled as you rolled your eyes, thinking he didn’t hear you.

“There’s no lie in that” he said to himself as he heard your remark.

“What brings you here though? Finally got some time away from your boyfriend?” He asked.

“Ah.. Dave... yeaaahhh, I broke up with him.” You said as you sat up. His face turned serious and he sat beside you.

“You broke up with doggy Dave? Why? Did he bite too hard?” He joked, earning a glare from you.

“First, he never bit me, if he would’ve I probably wouldn’t have mind it. Second, he was cheating on me. And GUESS who it was?” You turned your face towards him.

“Who?” He tilted his head to the side.

“Kim Hye. They both have had a thing since 5 months.” You said as you held up your fingers in disgust. Chan was shocked, he knew Kim cheated on him. But since 5 months?

“How did you find out?” He asked.

“I found out about Dave from a few people, and then I dug in a little bit more to find out about this outstanding piece of information.” You answered as you pressed your lips together.

Hearing so, he embraced you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and shut your eyes close to keep yourself from crying. Chan was always there to make you feel better, to comfort you in your lows. He was there for you from the time your first tooth fell, to your first heartbreak. He was always there. Every time either of you felt like everything was crashing around you, you’d cuddle. Cuddles made everything better.

“Do you want to cuddle?” His voice echoed through his chest. You nodded as you sniffled your nose, tears brimming your eyes.

He pulled you in his arms as you both laid down, pulling the covers over you both. It wasn’t long till you both drifted to sleep.

6:15 pm

Your eyes fluttered open to a dark room, with a pair of arms around you and a chest pressed against your back. You picked your phone from beside the pillow to see the time. Wow, this was a long nap, given the fact that you hadn’t slept in a few days. Bawling your eyes out every night.

Placing your phone back to where it was, you stretched your body. Upon which you felt something brush against your bottom, making you freeze. Is it that you’ve never noticed it before? Or was he just having a wet dream? You turned around to face Chan. Although it was dark, your eyes had adjusted to the lack of light in the room.

You brushed your thumb over his cheek. His skin was soft and as smooth as silk. Only if he wasn’t your bestfriend... things would’ve been so much different., you wouldn’t have to pretend that your heart didn’t flutter every time he held you close, you wouldn’t have to hide your burning cheeks every time he called you a new nickname. At this point, you’ve lost track of all the nicknames he gave. Only if...

Your thoughts were broken as he shuffled under the sheets, making you withdraw your hand quickly and placing it to your chest, looking at him oh-so-innocently as if the thought of him wrecking you never crossed your mind.

He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

“You’re staring.” He stated as he turned his body around to switch the lights on.

“Hello stalker.” He smiled at you. “Did you sleep well?” You nodded and pretended to stretch your body as he smiled at you.

His eyes practically popped out of his head as he felt a stinging pain in his private, making him create a distance between you and him.

“So umm, will you be leaving now?” He asked he sat up, not removing the covers from his hips.

“Alreadyyyy? We just woke up. We gotta eat and watch a movie and then eat ice cream late at night.” You listed as you sat up and yawned.

Was he trying to make you leave? Chan never asked you when you’d be leaving. He knew he can’t have you around at this moment. Given he dreamt about you. About how he would hover over you and ruin you while you dug your nails in his back as you made the prettiest faces. The thought of running his fingertips over you itself turned him on and he couldn’t control it. He let out a loud sigh and got up.

“Pick a movie.” He said as he passed you his laptop.

With a wide grin, you typed in his password and pressed enter. You were a bit surprised when you saw what was already on his screen. You kept quiet, he was busy dressing up and you didn’t want the laptop to be snatched away from you again. You saw pictures of yourself, some candids you didn’t even know he had taken, memories of you both together, pictures you only sent to him (nothing inappropriate ofc, a little tight clothing a little skin show that’s all). You pressed back to find any folder with his ex in it. None. And then it hit you, he wasn’t looking at his ex, he was looking at you.

Upon realising, you slowly look up to him, he was pulling down his shirt with his back towards you. A million thoughts rushed, should you make a move? He was basically jerking off to you, right? Maybe you should. You chose a romantic movie, something which would set him off, or anything closer.

“Have you seen ‘Call Me By Your Name’?” You asked. He shook his head as to say ‘no’

“I haven’t either. I heard it’s good, and it’s Timothee Chalamet” you pouted as you tried to make your lie as believable as it could. You saw the movie the day it was released, being a huge TC enthusiast.

“You’re really obsessed with him, aren’t you?” He laughed at you which made you smile in response.

“I’ll get some snacks.” He left the room while you searched and readied the movie.

*time skip to movie*

Exactly one hour into the movie and the tension had started to build up between you and him, creating a physical distance between you both. He had a pillow in his lap on which he rested the bowl of popcorn. And so it appeared ; The scene you’ve been waiting for, to make a move, cause you knew Chan would be too shy to do so. As the guy on the screen untied the girl’s bikini top and started kissing her tummy till he went down, you paused the movie and looked at him, he turned his head towards you as to ask “what happened?”

Deep down you were nervous, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable but might as well take the risk, right?

You took the bowl of popcorn from his hands and placed it on the ground, his eyes never leaving your face because of all the confusing thoughts running in his head. You moved the pillow from his lap, panic striking over his face as he was trying to hide his hard clothed member which was now out in the open. You licked your lips as you locked eyes with him and straddled him, with both your legs on either sides.

Chan didn’t utter a word, although his heart felt like it would explode any moment now. He had dreamt of this scenario in every possible way, and it was finally coming true, why would he withhold himself?

“What- what are you doing?” He stammered, trying to phrase the sentence correctly. His brain had began to short circuit already.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and took his hands and placed them around your waist. He eased up a little and pulled you closer. Your foreheads touching. He still could not believe this, but the smell of your berry flavoured shampoo and vanilla perfume kept reminding him that it’s real. You both gulped hard while your nose picking up the scent of his exquisite yet heavenly cologne.

Everything seemed to freeze the moment your lips touched. He cupped your face and ran his thumb over your cheek. As if to feel your skin and make sure it was really YOU and that he wasn’t dreaming all of this. You could only focus on how soft his lips were and how perfectly they were in sync with yours.

Nothing meant more to him than this moment. The way he had his arm around your waist, how he was already addicted to your lips. It was the warmth and comfort he got. And he was falling harder, craving your scent and feeling you so close to him. But his stupid, STUPID lungs had to find air, he was forced to separate from the kiss and sat there cupping your face with both hands. He kissed your cheek, and then the other, and then your chin, and nose and forehead, and lastly, a peck on your lips, and parted with a smile.

“I wanna ruin our friendship, Chan. I don’t know how to say this, cause you’re really my dearest friend” you breathe out, receiving another peck on your lips in response.

“How long have you waited to do this?” You asked.

“Long enough,” he answered.

“Can I confess?” He asked. You responded with a hum as to say yes.

“I dated Kim to make you jealous... but instead.... you invited us on double dates.” He let out a chuckle.

“She knew I wasn’t into her as much, but she still wanted to date me, I said “suit yourself”. I wasn’t surprised when she cheated on me Y/N, I knew she would. But I didn’t know she would drag HIM into this. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not the reason for my breakup, don’t apologise.” You eyes furrowed.

“Partially, I am. But... I’m pretty sure I can make you feel better than he ever did.” A smirk appeared on his lips as he looked into your eyes. Slowly leaning in, he pressed his lips onto yours, kissing with more fervour than he did before. You ran your fingers slowly through his brown locks while your other hand rested on his broad shoulder, as he gently laid you down on the mattress.

“Can I?” He asked for permission.

“Yes” you nodded. Truth be told, he was scared. He was scared he’d mess up and that everything would rush downhill from there, and he had been dreading that thought. You’ve always been his favourite girl, his partner in crime, and a single mistake would be enough to ruin everything.

He pushed your legs apart and positioned himself over you, resting on his elbows, so that not much of his weight was on you and ran his tongue over your lips. He then intertwined his hand with yours and held it above your head. As he continued sucking and biting on your lower lip, a hand underneath your top, and it went higher and higher and came to a halt at your chest, gently pressing your breast. You gasped a little as he did and he took the chance to slide his tongue in, twirling your tongue with the tip of his.

He dragged his lips to the soft skin of your neck and gently nipped your ear lobe, sipping on the soft flesh, as he wrapped your legs around his waist. Marking you all along your neck and collarbone, he slowly moved his hips towards your core and thrusted forward, grinding on you. All of these light touches and neck kisses heightened your senses and you grew a burning desire to feel him inside.

“Chan...” you breathe out. He took it as his cue and dragged your shirt up with his teeth and left it at your chest, while holding you by your waist. Leaving little pecks and marks all over your stomach, he teased your belly button with his tongue which made your breath shaky. The urge to have him touch you in other places grew.

“Stop.... teasing... me.” You tried to say.

“I don’t want to rush anything kitten. We’ve got lots of time.” He said as he kissed your neck while his one hand lifted your back and the other pulled your shirt off your head. Your chest rising and falling heavily. He kissed your lips as he unhooked your bra and threw it into another dimension. His lips and hand then found their way to your breasts. While he tweaked and palmed your breast, his mouth sucked and bit the other one. Your hands instinctively weaved his hair and pushed his head closer to you. He wanted to paint you with his lips like you were his personal canvas. Earning whimpers and low moans from you. He was enjoying this, taking every second into consideration and feeling each and every inch of your body under his lips. He could feel your impatience underneath him.

Chan kissed his way till your waist and pulled your leggings off completely, leaving you in nothing but your panties. He looked at you from down there. How your eyes were closed already and lips slightly parted. His tongue left strokes on your clothed core, creating a wet patch. He moved the panties to the side and pressed his tongue on your slit, causing you to take a deep breath. He then pressed his lips and sucked on you slit, while his tongue twirled with the nub.

“Chan....” you whined, making him smirk. He took your panties off with his teeth and got back to paying attention on your wet core. Kissing you all over, except where you want him to be. You tugged his hair as a warning. How had it come to this? Didn’t you have the upper hand at the start of this situation? When did things turn 360?

His lips left you which made you groan.

“Have a little patience kitten.” He said as he took his shirt off and kissed your jaw. He sat between your legs and extended his arm towards you.

“Get up.” You looked at him, confused. Yet, you gave him your hand and he pulled you up. Leaving soft kisses on your lips, he sat behind you, and made you rest yourself on his bare chest. He placed his hands on your thigh, signalling you to spread your legs. Kissing your neck, he massaged your breasts and slowly moved one hand down to your core, playing with the tip of your core with his thumb. You slipped out a moan with all the stimulation. Chan kept leaving tiny kisses over your shoulder and behind your ear. He slowly slid his middle finger inside, causing you to moan a little louder. Drawing figure eights on your clit, he slid in another, making you arch your back. Your moans became more lewd as he slowly picked up the pace.

Your hand trying to grip on to something as the knot in your stomach tightened, you gripped the sheets to the point where your knuckles turned while, and your other hand on Chan’s neck, who was still behind you. Fingering you at an inhuman speed, you came closer to your release.

“Are you close baby?” Chan whispered in your ear.

“Yes, so close.” You moaned out. He swiftly laid you down and placed himself in front of your core. As he kept fingering you, he licked you up and down, your hand gripping his hair in response. Your moans grew louder as you reached your high.

“Chan... I’m-“ you tried to speak in between lewd moans.

“Let it out baby, let it out.” He said. It was as if you were waiting for his permission to release. Tears brimmed your eyes and you felt like your legs would give out. He sucked as if he was being treated with his favourite juice. “You were perfect.” He said as he slowly removed his fingers, causing you to whimper because of the hollow feeling. He moved up to your mouth and ran his thumb over your lower lip, which made you open your mouth. Looking into your eyes, he put his two fingers in your mouth, which you sucked obediently, twirling your tongue around them, cleaning your juices off. Chan bit his lip.

“You see how sweet you taste? How can you look so innocent while you do this?” He asked as he removed his fingers and placed soft kisses on your lips and neck. He laid down beside you. You moved yourself to position yourself over him, ready to give him some pleasure.

“No princess.” He said as he pushed you back on his bed, turning you towards him.

“We can do that later. I only wanted to make you feel good.” He said as he wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your shoulder.

“But-“ you got cut off by Chan kissing you. He broke the kiss and smiled.

“I’m happy.” He said and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much Y/N.” and pulled you close.

“I love you too, Channie.” You said as you wrapped yourself around him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, come on.” He said and took you by your hand to his washroom. After cleaning up, he gave you his hoodie, he always wanted you wear his hoodies. While you were putting his hoodie on, you heard him chuckle. You pulled your head through and looked at him as to ask ‘what’s up?’

Pulling you close, he kissed your temple. “We didn’t start this the correct way, but.. would you do the honour of being my girlfriend?” He chuckled.

“I don’t know Chan.” You pressed your lips together, making it look like you were considering his proposal. “Maybe if you took me out on a date, I would.” You looked at him and smiled. He left a tiny peck on your lips.

“I would love to. Wanna have breakfast with me? Then we’ll go someplace, where it’s only you and me.” He said as he laced his fingers with yours.

“Sounds amazing.” You said, resting your foreheads together.