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Like my suit would even stay on the whole party anyway 🤭😅
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It’s pool time❤️
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𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓱 2
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Poop Girl pt. 9
RPF
Warnings: Pining, Flirting, Language, Drinking, Pining
Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader
Pairings: Timothee x Reader
Word Count: 1379
She looked in the mirror, going over her reflection again. She’d changed several times already, trying to decide what to wear. He said nice casual but his nice casual and her nice casual could be two different times of nice casual.
Deciding on a simple black cocktail dress that fell at her knees, she matched it with a set of black shoes and was set. Timothee showed up at her apartment at exactly 8pm just as he said he would. “Well, damn!” She smirked seeing his dark blue button down and black slacks. “You clean up good.”
“Not so bad yourself.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She said, taking a breath. “So, where are we going?”
Timothee opens the door to his car with a smirk. “Let’s just say I did my research.” He tells her as he shuts the door, going around, climbing into his side of the car.
“Research?” She asks. “What kind of research?”
“You’ll see.” He winks.
They make playful small talk as they drive across the city and come to a stop in front of a warehouse. She looks over at Timothee with a raised brow skeptical of what was going on. He puts that car in park and says nothing. He goes over to her side of the car and opens the door, holding out a hand. She places her hand in his and is led to the door.
He opens the door with a key and pushes the door open. “After you.” He holds out an arm.
She walks in and sees the warehouse is actually an art studio. The walls are adorned with dozens of paintings. Easels had paintings sitting on them, the whole room was colorful and bright. Lights were strung all over the beams creating a beautiful cozy, romantic atmosphere. In the corner was a table set for two.
“I know what you’re thinking.” Timothee told her as he walked in, placing a hand on her waist. “What happened to not being fancy and subtle?” He guided her to the table and pulled out a chair. “First off, I don’t do subtle.” He pushed her seat in and took a seat himself. “I show my feelings in big ways.” He tells her, pulling his napkin out and placing it on his lap. “Also, it’s not fancy and I only spent money on the food.” He smirks. “This is my friend's place. An afternoon of elbow work and this is what we get.” He opened the dish in the middle of the table and revealed steaming chicken alfredo. The bread was soft and salted just right. The entire meal was heavenly.
“Tim, is this Olive Garden?” She asks with a hand over her mouth.
“I told you I did my research.” He nodded. “I asked Sal like a million questions.” He admitted.
“Meaning you ambushed my uncle for infor for a date.”
“If you want to belittle my efforts, yes.” He poured her a glass of wine. “But, yes. I played 20 questions with Sal to get this right.” She sipped her wine looking over at him. “I learned Olive Garden is your favorite restaurant. You love art and used to paint. Your favorite wine is chardonnay. You have a cat named Scooter and you found him in a dumpster the night you moved to LA.”
“Well, Mr. Chalamet, I will admit, I’m impressed. You did your homework.”
“You’re a fun subject to study.” The look in his eye is mischievous, yet sweet.
“Oh am I?” She sipped her wine. “I always thought I was quite boring.”
“I don’t think you're boring at all.” He sips from his own glass. “You ever thought about going back to painting?”
“I played with the idea, but never settled back down long enough to really get back into it. I’ve always been busy working to keep myself afloat.”
“I’d love to see some of your work.” He tells her.
“Maybe.”
He looks behind himself at the studio lightly lit and then back to her. “Want to dance?”
“Dance?” She placed her wine glass down. “You know how to dance?”
“A little.” His smirk was like a school boy and it made her heart flutter. He stood, holding his hand out to her.
She took his hand and he led her to the middle of the studio. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he pulled her close, taking her hand in his. Her hand rests on his shoulder, looking him in the eye. They gently begin to sway to the music, Timothee trying very hard not to smile from ear to ear.
“What are you grinning at?” She asked with a smile.
“I’m thinking for our next date, maybe a basketball game.”
“Next date?” She raised her brow. “Feeling sure of yourself, aren’t we?”
“Your smile and that look in your eyes tells me all I need to know.”
“Oh?”
Timothee gives a gentle nod. “Yes.” He clears his throat gently. “So, tell me,” He looks down into her eyes. “You rather LA or New York?”
“In general?” She giggles.
“Yes.” He gives a chuckle. “You’ve lived in both. What do you think?”
“I like L.A. It’s slower paced and more relaxed than New York. Everyone isn’t on top of one another.”
“But?” He raises a brow, knowing there was a but coming.
“I do miss the city. The easiness of it all being right there. The sounds and the people.” She watches Timothee nod as he looks at her while she talks. “You actually listen.”
“Of course I’m listening.” He smirks at her. “Why wouldn’t I be listening?”
Gently shaking her head she glanced away. “Most guys just pretend to listen while they plot their next move.”
“I’m not most.” He lifts his hand and tilts her chin up. “I could listen to you all night.” His thumb caressed her cheek.
“What’s the catch with you?”
Timothee smirks. “I’m touchy.” He leaned in, touching his lips to hers.
He held the kiss till he needed breath. He pulled away long enough to catch a breath and press his lips back to hers. Unlike before she let him explore her mouth with his tongue. She could feel how needy he was to taste her. She was just as eager as he was and her reserve to hold back was letting up. She let herself melt into him as his hands held her firm against his body. His grip was firm yet gentle on her back. Her hands slid up his neck, her fingers tangling into his hair.
Her back touched the wall, unaware that she was being backed up till she touched the wall. She gave a giggle into Timothee’s mouth.
He pulled away with a smile and looked her in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She pulled him back to her mouth.
He pulled her from the wall as their tongues danced together as they moved across the room. Hands grabbing and lips gliding over skin. They hit a shelf and pulled apart with a gasp as cold paint spilled onto them.
Timothee had bright yellow paint dripping from his nice shirt and hair. She looked at her dress, the vibrant blue completely ruining her dress. “I am so sorry!” Timothee looked over at her, her hands covering her mouth. “I’ll get you something to clean up with!” As he walked past her a sound left her and he turned back. “Did you just snort?” She let out the most adorable laugh Timothee had ever heard as she balled over in a fit of laughter. “Are you laughing?”
“Yes!” She laughed out. “You have paint in your ear.” She reaches, grabbing a towel from the shelf.
“Your dress just got ruined and you're laughing?” He asked as she wiped his ear.
She took a deep breath, standing in front of him. “Shut up and kiss me, Mr. Chalamet.” She told him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Timothee got an earful from his friend for making a mess in the studio, but he didn’t mind. It was worth the slow kisses that lead to a heated make out session on the now ruined black leather couch.
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Do you see this going the tamara/pool girl route? Or even tess? Thw chef girl for harry in 2017?
Tamara was just Louis doing his thing and disrupting a narrative that he and Briana were an item. Pool girl was really only there so they could announce the Elounor break up and make him look like a laddy lad who’d already moved on. I very much think Tess pulled out of that situation herself when fans started leaving 1-star reviews on her cookbook and harassing her. This girl? Eh… I expect her to stay around. But we’ll see.
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Viserys and his pool girl is so hot !!!!!!
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IT REALLY IS!
she sneaks into his room; completely naked as Aemma sleeps on the other side of Viserys. He hardly realises anything until she guides his hardening cock inside her.
Her smirk tugs on her lips as she leans closer; their noses brushing together. She clamps down on him as he grabs at her.
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Don’t forget to vote on my last post 😘 really want to give you guys the content you want to see 😑
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Vicky Hughes
A sugar-loving, alternately gloomy and cheerful pool lifeguard, or.... A pool machete girl :O
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She said you are her little pogchamp 😳😳
#inhoso#inhoso art#inhoso_art#pogchamp#2d art#pointy ears#pool girl#pool table#pool gloves#black choker#wink#pog#hoso
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Pool Girl pt. 2
RPF
Warnings: None
Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader
Pairings: None
Word Count: 1,465
Part Two: The Real Mr. Chalamet
Timothee was laying back poolside, he’d been there all afternoon. He had a book in hand, reading when he heard the creak of his back gate. He looked up and saw Y/N, hair pulled back in a messy bun, white tank top over a bikini top and gray shorts. A smirk was automatic on his lips. She had a clipboard in her hands as she closed the gate behind her. She smiled when she saw him.
She walked over to Timothee and he grinned up at her. “Watchya reading, kid?” She asked him, coming to a stop in front of his lounger.
“Chronicles, Bob Dylan.”
“You’re one of those indie kids that like old folk music and foreign movies by directors no one has ever heard of, aren’t ya?” She asked as she dipped a vile into the pool water and put a few drops of another liquid into it.
“I’m a research for a role type.” He stood walking over to her.
“Role? Is that your hobby?”
“Something like that.” He knelt beside her. “I got all the stuff you said.”
“No, you didn’t.” She answered, not looking at him. “This is still off.”
“Well they didn’t have the exact type of whatever that is, so I got something close.”
“Show me.”
He walked her to the pool shed and pulled out a back. “This stuff.”
“Ah,” She shook her head, taking the bag. “See, this is more expensive but not as much chlorine in it. Sometimes you don’t get what you pay for.” She hands him back the bag. “I’ll go to the pool place on the other side of the city and get you the good stuff.” She writes on the clipboard. “Here is the invoice for the last two weeks. Be sure to give it to your parents.” She signs the bottom and hands it to him.
“Y/N.” He says as he reads the invoice. “The number here is yours or the company?”
“The company.” She shakes her head with a giggle, writing on the clipboard in her hand still. “Tell your parents I’ll be back next week-”
“You’ll be back next week?”
“Yeah, Sal is still out of town.” She flipped the papers and looked back up at Timothee. “Who cleans this pool in between visits?”
“I do.”
“Make sure you get the corners. You can get buildup there and once it gets thick enough it can erode. Let me know when is a good day to come by and I’ll give it a good cleaning.”
He raised his brow. “Like you get into the pool?’
“Yeah.” She said, looking at him with an odd look. “How else do you expect me to clean the leaves at the bottom?”
“Oh, yeah, my pool vacuum is busted.”
“Seriously?!” She places her hands on her hips. “Well, that explains a lot!”
“Sorry! I didn’t think it would make that big of a difference!” He raises his shoulders. “I usually just pass the net over the top when I come out here.”
“Don’t your parents check this stuff?”
“Parents aren’t around much.” He told her with a smirk. “But,” He holds up a finger. “I can get the payment now.��
“Oh really?!” She raises her brows. “You mean your parents are actually home?”
“Follow me.” He tells her as he starts towards the house.
Y/N follows him through the yard and into the house. As she walks through the French doors that lead through the living room she looks around. She lets out a whistle. “Damn, this is a nice place!” The house had hardwood floors and expensive tile. Fresh white carpets and huge paintings hung from the walls. The cold air hit her like a welcome hug as she walked through the house, feeling refreshed from the heat. “God, it feels good in here!” She exclaimed. “Your parents' electric bill must be sky high in this heat.”
“Electric bill isn’t too bad.” He grins, looking back at her. “Want a cold water?”
“I won’t say no.” She smiled at him.
Timothee grabs her an icy bottle from a cooler and hands it to her. “Here you go. The heat is brutal this summer.”
“Thank you!” She opens it and practically downs it.”It is killer on the road in this all day.” She tells him, taking a break from drinking.
“At least you can dress comfortably.” Timothee says, stopping at the counter. “Some companies make their workers wear these ugly polo shirts and khakis.” He makes a grimace.
“I know!” She places her bottle down. “I’d die!”
“I’m pretty sure clients don’t mind that you wear what you do.” He raises a brow and smirks.
“Smooth, kid.” She rolls her eyes. “So, what do your parents do to afford such a snazzy place?” She looks around a little as she drinks. “Brokers or something?”
“They are in the movie industry.” He says slyly.
“Figures.” She looks over to Timothee and he gives a chuckle. “Producers or something like that?”
“Something like that.” He tells her with a grin. He pulls out a check book from a drawer and begins writing.
“Whoa! What are you doing?” She holds out a hand, stopping him. “Are you forging your dad’s name on a check?! I can’t accept that! Are you insane?!”
“Well It’s a good thing I am not forging anything.” He tells her, sliding the check across the counter then placing his driver’s license next to it. Y/N picks up the check and reads his name across the top and looks at his license. No “junior” or “the second” written behind his name. “And no, I’m not named after my dad. His name is Marc.” He adds as if reading her mind.
“Wait,” She looks up at him with the check and license in each hand. “So, this is your house?”
He gives a sly little smile as he nods. “Yes.”
“You own this-” She motions around. “All of this?”
“That’s how ownership works.” His grin grows.
“I’m sorry, how old are you?!” She asks, with a look of confusion.
“I’m 27.” He laughs.
“I- okay,” She gives a double take. “Don’t take this the wrong way but you look like fourteen.”
“When I don’t shave, I can pass for 16.” He says jokingly.
“I-I-” She places the license and check down on the counter. She ran a hand over her face. “My uncle is gonna kill me.” She mumbled then looked up at Timothee, putting an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry I was such a smart ass. I didn’t know you really were the owner. I thought-”
“That I was a spoiled little rich brat?” Timothee lets out a laugh. “It’s fine.” He takes a step closer, grabbing his license and putting it back in his wallet. “I thought it was cute.”
“I- you what?” Shaking her head, she looked back at him.
“You being all defensive. It was cute.” He gave a shrug. “And you didn’t take any crap from me. Even though you thought I was a rich brat. I liked that. You didn’t let me walk all over you just because I have money. Most people try to kiss my ass.”
“I’m glad my being bitchy gave such a good impression.” She paused then looked back at him. “Why’d you make me believe you lived with your parents at first?”
“Again, I thought you were cute. And Sal told me he would be sending his 24 year old niece to take over for a bit.”
“I see. Tit for tat.”
“Exactly. I was also caught off guard because you’re so pretty. And for a hot minute I thought you may have broken into my yard.” He confessed.
“Are you-” She gave a surprised expression, “Are you trying to flirt with me?”.
“I am giving a pretty girl a compliment.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “If that pretty girl should happen to want to give me her number, I wouldn’t say no.”
Y/N chuckled. “Okay, I’m going to head out on this one.” She grabbed the check from the counter. “You are a little too-”
“Forward? Ballsy? Up front?” Timothee offers as he follows her to the back door.
“I was gonna say full of yourself and a little smug.” She turned back around to him. “I’ll be back with your chlorine in a day or two.”
“I’ll be here, Y/N.” He smiles at her.
“Goodbye, Mr. Chalamet.” She says sarcastically as she walks out the door.
Timothee watches her walking through his yard and gathering her things. He smiles again as she looks back at the house. “I accept your challenge, Y/N.” He says to himself before walking away from the back door.
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SO-YOU-WANT-TO-PLAY-A-GAME?
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The sarong is around 1,000 years old and yet still is the most elegant wear for the beach!☀️
🏖🎀🏝
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