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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES PT. 3

cover by @softhecreator 💗

PT. 1, PT. 2

WARNINGS: anxiety, pining, mention of trauma, brief nudity.

if anyone could help me w a mood board for this i’d appreciate it (:

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I finally checked out and lugged our groceries to my awaiting taxi, and yes, I could’ve walked but the soreness in my back and neck along with the weight and number of bags was enough to make me cave.

I put the groceries in the trunk, bringing the last couple of bags with me in the back and buckled in. I make sure to greet my driver.

“Hello.” I say sweetly.

“Hello, ready?” He was an older man and kind of reminded me of my grandfather. I nod and we went off.

After a ten minute drive, we pulled up to the front of the complex. I slipped the two bags over one arm and unbuckle myself to retrieve the rest.

“Do you need any help?” He looks at me in the rear view. I ponder for a second.

He seemed sweet enough and didn’t give off that creepy old-man-preying vibe.

I decide to play it safe.

“I’m okay, but thank you so much.” I give a smile, made sure to tip and he sends a nod at me as I closed the trunk.

The man coming out of the front door was gracious enough to hold it open. My journey to the elevator with both arms full, precariously nudging one bag across the floor with my foot, was almost comical. I knew Tim wasn’t home so I didn’t bother texting to ask for help.

Somehow, I managed to get all our groceries to the front door with minimal damage, though the bread could have looked better and the chip bag could have been less squished between the two juices, but at least the eggs were perfectly intact.

I pull my keys out and fumble with the lock for a second before the door is pulled open, to my surprise, by Timotheé.

“Oh, you’re..home?” My hand is still positioned to put the key in the door.

“It’s grocery day,” He says as if it’s obvious, a small frown on his face as he picks up the bags on the floor, “I always come home early for grocery day.” He walks in and sets the bags on the counter.

I take off my shoes and move to the kitchen to unpack the load I dragged up on my own.

Of course he would be home.

His elbow was so close to mine that if I leaned more to the right they would be touching, his hip nearly touching my own. The thought of physical contact made me heat up from my neck to the roots of my hair.

Anxiety washes over me again, I became hyper aware of just how close we were, just how much I could feel the heat of his skin on mine, and just how much I wanted to kiss him right now.

I can hear how fast my heart is beating and how little air I can breathe in. I feel that overwhelming panic that if I did kiss him I would ruin everything for us, the realization that these are in fact one-sided feelings, and I would make it so extremely awkward to act on them.

So I rake my mind for an excuse to leave, “Hey, do you mind if i go shower? It was a really long day and—“

“No, no go ahead, I got this.” He grins at me and bumps his hip into mine.

“Thank you.” I smile.

I finally breathe as I round the corner from the kitchen. I place two fingers on my neck to check my pulse. Just being out of sight was enough to calm my nerves to a point. I take a couple of deep breaths before walking to the bathroom door.

“But hurry up before I starve to death.” He calls from the kitchen, “Or burn the house down, whichever comes first.”

I grinned to myself and shut myself in.

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I let the mirror fog a little before stepping into the nearly scalding shower, letting the water drench my head and will my emotions to circle down the drain along with any other dirt and grime covering me.

I could live in a shower. The only place where nothing matters.

If I wanted to, I could forget my entire life under a shower head. Forget how my mom left me to take care of myself growing up, forget how my dad died, forget every shitty thing that has happened to me so far.

But those are thoughts for another time, because right now I feel and think nothing. I wash my body, exfoliate, shave my legs, and wash my hair, wash my face.

Showers are therapeutic.

I turn the tap off, pat myself dry, and continue with my routine until I’m fully lotioned and moisturized. I wrap the towel around myself, it was a little small thanks to a laundry mishap, and step out only to run smack into Timotheé. The impact makes me jump back, which results in me letting go of one side of the towel in surprise, ultimately revealing a glimpse of my left tit.

Why me?

I scramble to regain control of the corner, “Woah,” He steps back and looks toward the ceiling, my hair leaving a wet spot on his shirt, “You’re wet- t-that didn’t sound-,”

“I’m so sorry-“ I started, my eyes wide and cheeks burning so badly I could start a fire.

“No! I’m sorry, sorry I- I was gonna ask if you um add water, um-“ He chokes on his words, he laughs awkwardly and his eyes flicker down to my damp form.

“They’re very nice.” He smirks.

“You- I’m just- goodbye Timotheé- bye.” I stutter. I rush into my room and close the door cutting him off.

I lean my head against the door and shut my eyes tight, “Oh my fucking god.” I whisper-scream.

I take a deep breath and pull on an oversized t-shirt and shorts. I brushed my hair out and set off to making my way out of my room. I grip the handle and pause.

It didn’t happen, just act like it didn’t happen. He definitely didn’t see your tit. Normal, act normal.

Finally gaining the balls, I open the door and trod to the kitchen only slightly awkwardly. He’s bent over the pot, staring confused into the sauce now bubbling.

“Sauce trouble?” I step beside him and peer in.

“Is it supposed to be this watery?” He looks at me. I look at him then back at the pot.

Somehow, he managed to make the jar of sauce soupy. It looks more like V8 than any type of sauce, or even a soup. If anyone could fuck spaghetti up it would be Timotheé.

“Not at all.” I look back up at him with a grin.

Very intellectual indeed.

We both look back into the pot, watching the tomato water boil. At least it still smells good.

“So…pizza?” I speak up.

“Yes. A thousand times yes. Thank fuck, I thought you were gonna make us eat this.” He picks up the ladle and drops it back in, splattering the liquid over the edge of the pot. We both jump back.

“How the hell did you even manage to-“

“Please,” He gives me a serious look, “Don’t ask.”

I laugh and pull my phone out, “Yes, hi, I need two pizzas for delivery please.” I give Tim a pointed look and roll my eyes.

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rsworldxx · 1 year

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Timothee Chalamet IS the female gaze

#direct quote from my roommate #timothee chalamet #female gaze #the female gaze #regulus black #mauraders

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post-modern-prometheus · 1 year

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my favorite activity at parties or house shows is flirting with guys until they realize i’m not gonna have sex with them

#literally watched it in real time w this timothee chalamet lookin ass design major #i also get free drinks from them too (w my roommate hovering ofc she looks out for me)#(my other friend likes to be like ‘hey whered ur boy toy go’ even tho he gets manhandled by his girls. pushed against walls and into dirt)

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natti-ice · 5 days

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Would You Have Me?- Sirius Black.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is the only person in Sirius’ life he truly cares about, he wouldn’t mind if it was only them

Warnings: modern high school au!, written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.6k words)

Author's note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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The final bell rang, it was Friday hundreds of students poured out of the school doors ready for the weekend. Y/N was among the swarm of kids, headed toward her bus. Thankful it was the weekend, this week had been a lot on her. Off in the distance, she could hear her name over the loud voices. Looking around shielding her eyes from the sun, she could see a tall boy headed her way.

It was Sirius

"There you are," he said when he reached her, throwing his arm around her shoulder "Where are you off to?" he asked

"My bus" she pointed to the big yellow vehicle

"C'mon, I'll take you home" he offered

"Really?" she asked

"Yeah, you can tell me all about your day"

They walked to the student parking lot, Sirius drove a black '89 Dodge charger. It was a little squeaky, but he loves that car.

He opens the passenger door for Y/N, closing it once she was in. Sirius Drove the long way to her house so they could talk longer.

"How was your day, dear?" he asks pulling out of the campus

"It was fine, I'm glad the week is over. Everything has been a lot lately"

It was their junior year, everyone is starting to worry about their futures. Their career, college, exams, everything stressful.

"I know what you mean, it feels like we have to know everything about the future before it happens" he replies

They continue their conversation all the way to Y/N's house. They've always been able to tell each other everything without feeling judged. Nowadays, it feels like you have to make sure everything is perfect because the whole world is watching, waiting for you to fall.

He was her safe place, and she was his.

Sirius pulls up in front of her house, parking the car.

"Thanks for the ride, Sirius" she says opening the car door

"Of course, love. Hey, do you wanna hang out tomorrow?" he asks

"Yeah, sure I'll ask my parents. I'll text you" she answers

"Great, I'll see you soon then" He smiles

"Bye" she says closing the door.

He waits for her to go inside before driving off like he does every time. He sees her almost every day, but he still gets excited when they hang out. It's like a new experience every time, even when they've done it one hundred times before.

When he got home, he waited anxiously for her text. Her parents have never said no before, but it still made him a little nervous. He's made sure over the years that her parents liked him, he didn't want them to think he was just some guy who was only hanging out with their daughter to get in her pants.

He started his homework that probably won't get finished till Monday morning, checking his phone every few minutes.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, she texted him

parents said it's cool What did you have in mind?

Movie? Wonka is still showing. Stay at my place after?

Timothee Chalamet? HELL YEAH! Definitely down for a sleepover

Great! I'll pick u up at 4

See you then! <3

He was happy that she could come, he liked being able to get out of the house and escape with her. Everyone has family issues, his family was distant from each other. It was almost like they were roommates, not a family. His parents didn't care if he was gone or if he had someone over.

His brother stayed in his room most of the day when he got home from school. Their bond was limited to short interactions in the dining room on special occasions.

Y/N was his real family, she was always there for him whenever he needed her. At school, many people claimed to be his friend, they'd say hey in the hallway or talk about some game that happened the night before. None of them would actually have a real meaningful conversation with him.

He didn't get why he was so popular, he was sociable and easy on the eyes sure, but nobody knew the real him. It seemed like they had all made a false version of him in their heads. A mysterious ladies' man who could have anyone he wanted.

That wasn't true at all, he wasn't a mystery at all. He was very open once you got to know him, only Y/N had ever made the effort to do so. The whole 'ladies' man' thing was really funny to him. He'd never had a serious girlfriend, a few dates here and there but nothing real.

Many of those girls thought that him and Y/N had a thing going on so they would stop talking to him completely. At first he didn't know why they would think that, he thought their friendship seemed very platonic. Then he realized some of the things they would do seemed a little too friendly.

That didn't stop him. If he was honest, he didn't care about those girls at school. If there was only one girl in the world and he had to pick her. It would be Y/N. Always Y/N.

Saturday came around, Sirius waited all day for 4 o'clock. He didn't like to be late, he pulled up in front of her house a few minutes early so he could greet her parents.

Turning off his car, walking up to the front door. He rings the doorbell that has a little camera on it. A few seconds later, her mother opens the door

"Sirius, how are you, dear?" she asks bringing him in for a hug

'I'm great, Mrs. L/N. How's everything?"

"Everything's fine, Y/N should be ready by now." she told the boy "Y/N, Sirius is here!" she yelled up the stairs

She came down the stairs, a small bag in her hand.

"Sorry, had to make sure I had everything, are you ready?" she asks Sirius

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Mrs. L/N"

He and Y/N get in his car, driving to the local movie theater.

That movie was almost 3 hours long, but that's okay. They didn't mind sitting in a dark room together in silence. It was much later, the sun was starting to set when they headed towards Sirius' house.

His parent's car wasn't in the driveway thankfully, awkward hellos are never fun. They realize they're starving and order take out.

Once it finally arrives, he takes her up to his room. Passing by Regulus' room, she could hear gunfire from some video game.

"Don't mind him, it's like he's married to the game. Hardly comes out the room" Sirius explains opening his bedroom door.

It was relatively clean, only because he knew she was coming over. His walls were lined with movie posters from the 80s and now, some of his favorite vinyls, and photo booth pictures of him and Y/N from various locations.

He made sure his space represented him. The real him.

They spend the next couple of hours eating and watching random videos on youtube until they got bored of it. Putting on Evermore on as background music as they talked.

Both of them are sitting on the floor, Sirius leaning against the wall, Y/N against his bed

They jumped from topic to topic as the night progressed, getting into the more personal topics. A few weeks ago, Y/N started talking to a boy named Kevin. She seemed to have liked him until she stopped talking about him.

Sirius had been curious about that for a while, he thought it was a good time to ask

"Whatever happened to that Kevin guy? I thought you two were getting serious" he asks

"Oh him? That's long gone" she shrugged, "He said he just didn't feel anything for me" she explained, she didn't show it but she was a little hurt by the boy's words.

"Oh my god, he sucks. Anyone would be more than lucky to have you" He was mad that anyone would treat her like this. "Fuck that guy"

"It's alright, I didn't need him in my life" she wanted to get the topic off her "What about you? Anyone new in your life?"

"Nah" he smiles "I don't want anyone new, honestly"

"What do you mean?" she asks

"I'm happy just having you in my life, sometimes I wish it could always just be you and me" he says in a low voice

"That would be great, honestly. Just us against the world" she agrees

"Y/N?" his voice barely above a whisper, fidgeting with a ring on his hand

"Yeah?"

He swallowed before replying, "I think I'm in love with you"

"What?" she laughed nervously, he got up and sat next to her

"When I think of my future, having a family and owning a house, you're there right next to me. I've tried to convince myself that it's only because there isn't anyone else in my life" He pauses searching her face for any sort of bad emotion "I know now, it's because I don't want anyone else in my life but you"

Y/N's brain was all over the place, trying to figure out what to say. Sirius has been her rock for so long, she had a small crush on him. She didn't think he would ever reciprocate it

"I don't know what to say" she admits

"That's alright, you don't have to say anything. If you're willing, maybe we could see if this goes anywhere?"

She reaches down grabbing his hand, lacing her fingers with his. "I think we can make it work" she smiles "After all, we're still getting married at 30 right?" she laughed

"Right Right. A pact is a pact, dear" he smiles

She gives him a small kiss on the cheek, slowly pulling away. Their faces were dangerously close together, warm breath fanning against their skin. Y/N closes the distance. Their lips perfectly fitting each other, just like they were made for each other.

Sirius pulled away, not wanting things to get carried away. Y/N rest her head on his shoulder

"So, what color should our invitations be?"

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heythrrdelilah · 2 months

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Summary: New York City life gets a little lonely until you have too many choices

Pairings: timothee chalamet x F!reader, Austin Bütlér x F!reader

Warnings: honestly expect pure filth. Mmf but the males are straight and don't interact

Word count: 2,925

Authors note: it's been a while and this may or may not be loosely based on a random detailed dream I had the night before last also please know I'm not usually a smut writer and it's been ages so bare with me please

The dim lit bar was roaring with voices as the rush hour for bars came. You regretted letting your friend talk you into coming out. You would much rather be sitting on your couch with a fantasy novel and a cup of lavender tea, but your best friend and roommate was persistent. “See! Lavender vodka cocktails! I told you you could still get lavender tea!” She pulled you by your wrist to the bar. This was one of the many popular bars in New York so you had to squeeze between shoulders to even reach the counter. “You know it's not the same thing, right? It's important for me to know that you know that,” you questioned your friend with a brow raised, she threw her hair over one shoulder and rolled her eyes. Instead of responding she just ordered a lavender vodka lemonade for you and a planters punch for herself.

“Just don't leave me tonight. I didn't feel like coming but if you leave me alone this is the last time,” you sternly state as you wait for your drinks. After people had their orders in, the crowd around the bar became smaller and people were now gathered around tables and leather couches. The bar theme was modern chic. Crystal dim lighting, black leather couches around marble tables. You and your roommate definitely could not afford to drink here, especially on a regular basis, but she insisted that the only way to find a decent man was in high end bars. Not that you were looking.

“It will be fun! Go find a table, I'll wait for the drinks,” she instructed, clearly scouting the crowd. You pushed off of your elbows and looked around for an empty table. It was no surprise when every table and couch were full. You found an empty spot on a wall and leaned up against it.

“This should cheer you up, I got that guy to pay for our drinks,” meg, your roommate and best friend, handed you your glass and nodded towards a blonde man in an army green jacket who was staring in their direction. He had a nice smile and tilted his glass to Meg with a wink. It was painfully obvious that you were going to be left alone at some point tonight. “go for it,” you sighed. She shook her head, her red hair swaying with every turn, “he can wait for it. I need to let the anticipation build. For now, let's talk about your day, drink up and dance.” There wasn't much to dance to as today's rap hits played low level. “my day is never as interesting as yours. I just work at an unknown radio station. You're the celebrity photographer,” you say with a bit of laughter.

“You're just getting your start. Besides I'm just the photographer for BuzzFeed. it's my start too. But okay,” she began talking about the shoot she had just done for the cast of the Dune series. Meg was good about making the biggest celebrities sound like just a group of co-workers. The Dune cast had some of the biggest names in Hollywood but here she was talking about how Batista couldn't stay serious the entire shoot.

You moved on to her plans next week to shoot a rom com cast on Monday when a group walked into the bar and heads were turning from every direction. “meg, isn't thats the Dune cast,” you pointed out the obvious. You tried to keep your composure as Timothee chalamet was your biggest celebrity crush and he was walking in the doors. People brought out there phones and snapped a few pictures with it being a high class bar in New York City, it wasn't a huge deal.

Meg smiled wide and waved at the group. They spotted her and waved back as they began walking towards us. “what up?” Timothee shouted playfully as he hugged Meg. “If we had known you were coming to the same bar when you said you were going out later, we could have just left the office together!” Zendaya laughed giving Meg a one armed hug. Meg pointed to me, “this one needed a Friday night out so I had to stop home anyways.”

Florence smiled, “I needed to change anyways. That was probably one of the most fun shoots I've had for an interview though. Can we buy you girls drinks?” Florence looked to you and put her hand gently on your shoulder, “I'm so sorry, I'm Florence what's your name?” You told the group your name and Zendaya was laughing wrapping her arm around Florence, “yeah Flo she was standing herebthe whole time and we didn't even ask her name. No wonder people think celebrities are rude as hell. I'm Z this is Timothee and Austin.” You waved smiling, “it's nice to meet you all. I promise I'm not the loser I just sounded like I just prefer staying home.” They all nodded. Florence laughed, “I feel that heavily. Alright let's get some drinks at the bar and come back. the waiters here are too busy.”

While the cast walked off to get their drinks, a Waitress brought us two drinks we didn't order, the same ones we had as a first round. “they're from that gentlemen. Don't worry I prepared them and came right back this way,” she winked, obviously referring to how awful the world was. Meg blushed, her blue eyes wandering over to the blonde man from earlier. He was looking adoringly at her, blushing, he smiled and took a drink of his.

The group came back with their assortment of drinks in hand. After a few short minutes of sharing fun memories of the photoshoot earlier, Meg took a step back from your now formed circle, “you have no idea how much I want to stay and chat but I've been working on that,” she motioned to the blonde man, “for the past hour and I think it's time I stop his longing and say hi. You guys are amazing. Glad you're here to keep my bestie entertained, if you want of course okay bye!” She rambled, took a deep breath, and smoothly turned around with a look of curiosity.

“Shes good,” Florence complimented with a smile of approval and admiration. “so, where are you from?” Timothee immediately asked after taking a shit of his dark and smokey. His green eyes were fixed on yours, seemingly genuinely interested as one of his brows was up. You told him, and without hesitation asked another question, “what brings you to the city?” You didn't want to tell him the entire story about how you are a 24 year old divorcee so you just said work. “I wouldnt think someone who looks like you would be doing radio. A face like yours deserves to be seen,” Austin suddenly chimed in, saying the first words he's said all night. You blushed. Anyone would at those words spoken with his deep raspy voice.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from showing your blushing. You took a sip of your drink. “Oh come on Austin you started off too strong,” Timothee chuckled. You didn't know what was happening. Zendaya and Florence burst out with laughter before wrapping one arm around each other, “too much testosterone. (Y/n) we will be over here people watching if you find this,” Zendaya used her hand to motion the guys, “disturbing.” Then they walked away. Both guys took a step forward, causing your to take a step back, placing your back against the wall. They were standing in front of you just a ruler length away.

You felt nervous. A tingling sensation overcame your stomach among other places. “do you guys have a bet or something?” You didn't want to fall for it if it was some joke. They were two of the biggest celebrities at this time and they were seemingly coming onto you. Both with girlfriends. “yeah, a bet of who could bring home the most beautiful woman in the room,” Austin stated, looking into your eyes intensely. The bar suddenly felt like a heater was turned up. You held your composure. “You both have girlfriends if the news sources are correct,” you retorted. They shook their heads, “PR” they said simultaneously. They could be lying. It was almost as if they read your mind, contracts between manages about it. Weird they just have it ready but they most likely had to do it often.

You played it cool and finished your drink without saying a word, or tasting it as you chugged it. “I'm going to grab another drink, go check on Meg and go home. You two can decide who is coming with me,” you would never have had the confidence to say the last part without liquid courage. Good thing you were at a bar. You walked between them as if they were saloon doors and tried your best not to look back. You saw Zendaya and Florence applauding and nodding with approval. Zendaya even pumped her fist mouthing “hell yeah.”

You leaned both of your elbows against the bar and flagged down the bartender. You ordered a long island iced tea with a lemon and a lavender garnish. You were going to need all the confidence you could muster up. However you could.

You told the bartender you would be back for it after freshening up. You walked swiftly to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You regretted not going for a bit of a glam look but your “clean girl aesthetic” makeup would have to do. You looked to the other woman in the mirror who was fixing her mascara. Your expression must have been easy to read because she smiled big saying, “girl I got you!” The raven haired woman who looked at least 5 inches taller than you, reached into her clutch and pulled out a mini contour kit. “I saw you talking to the cast of Dune? Do you know them?” She questioned. You shook your head, “my best friend, practically sister does.” The woman brushed some highlight powder lightly across your cheeks,” Just enough to make some features pop, you don't want to change too much because it will look like you changed for them since they've already seen you.” she closed the kit, “good luck you are my hero.” She fixed my sweater so that it drapes over one shoulder, taking my academia look up a notch since my flowy long skirt couldn't be helped.

You weren't in the bathroom long because your drink was just being made when you got back to the counter. You took your drink and looked for Meg. Thankfully she was still there, giggling and caressing the mans bicep. She definitely wasn't coming home alone tonight. You walked over and dipped your drink, “I didn't want to interrupt but I'm headed home will you be okay?” You waited for the code word in case of danger, it never came. “I think we might stay out a bit. This is Taron. Taron this is, (y/n). Please stay out with us! You might meet someone!” She was glowing. Whatever this guy was saying to her was the cause of said glow. You smirked, shaking your head, “who said I'm going home alone?” Megs brows raised and she nodded, “okay go ahead.” She hugged you then whispered, “proud of you.” You took a breath and walked back to the guys. They were chuckling but stopped and went back to having swagger or as the kids would call it these days “rizz” which you learned meant charisma.

“Did you decide?” You lifted a brow, finishing your drink. They looked at each other and nodded as if they had some agreement. Austin took a step forward and leaned over to whisper in your ear, his low tone making a shiver to down your spine, “we actually couldn't decide.” Timothee stepped forward, Austin not moving, and leaned over to whisper in your other ear, “so let us both have you. Tonight. Then you will decide which one of us can take you to a dinner tomorrow night.” The last sentence was a demand and it sent your body into a frenzy but you kept your composure. You didn't say anything, you took a step back, put your glass on the counter and kept walking towards the door. You turned around before you got out of ear shot as they were both shrugging off disbelief they were rejected. But they weren't.

“Well? You boys coming or do I have to take care of myself after that?” They both perked up immediately and were practically tripping over their own feet as they said their goodbyes to Z and Flo.

You all stumbled out of the bar. Someone must have alerted the paparazzi and some fans, probably via deuxmoi, because there were cameras flashing outside the bar and you all stopped every few steps for them to take selfies with some fans. Austin finally said to the fans, “sorry guys, we are trying to catch up with an old friend tonight but we will be around tomorrow if we didn't manage to get to you.” we walked swiftly into the nearby metro station, “we are going to our hotel right?” Timmy asked as they managed to keep their heads down going down the steps. “no,” you shook your head, “you don't need to impress me with your 5 star hotels. It's already happening. My place is two blocks away.” They shrugged and followed you to your apartment, keeping their heads down as much as possible.

You reached your two bedroom small apartment quickly and kicked your boots off at the door. They followed suit. “your room, gorgeous?” Austin pointed to the door that had stickers of book titles all over the door. You nod once as he grabs your wrist and leads you slowly to your door timothee following you both and locking your bedroom door behind himself.

Timmy didn't hesitate to move your hair away from your neck and trail kisses down your neck and to your shoulder that was exposed on the one side. Austin gripped your face with his hand gently and kissed you passionately with just the right amount of tongue. Timmys hands went under your sweater, lifting it from your body, breaking your kiss with Austin briefly. When Austin's lips returned to yours his hand was gripping your hair now, you were getting weak in the knees.

Timothee used one ringed finger to trace the outline of your torso and gripped your breasts from under your bra before releasing them using his other hand. Timmy reached his head around you to place a breast in his mouth and push Austin away in one motion. He got down on his knees before you and slowly pulled your skirt and thong off in one go. “Bed. Now,” Austin demanded. He pulled his shirt off and Timmy followed suit. You lay on the bed, your ass aligned with the edge and Austin quickly found his way between them, trailing soft, ticklish kisses down your thighs in a teasing manner. Timmy began unbuttoning his own pants as Austin worked his tongue around your clit. You arched your back and moaned in pleasure with your hand gripping Austin's hair. Timothee got on the bed and kissed you passionately.

“Suck it for me?” Timmy smiled, his bedroom eyes arousing you. You nod and Austin grabs your hips, flips you around and has you in doggy style. He still works his tongue as you place Timothee into your mouth. Timothee groans and Austin inserts himself into you, slowly, teasingly for the first few thrusts. Then hard, causing you to scream in pleasure then slow again.

The two take turns on you, sometimes just watching you with the other but neither interacting with each other minus a few compliments and “damn bro she's loving this” comments. Two men so comfortable with their own sexuality made them even more attractive to you.

When you finished, you realized an hour and a half had passed. Austin lay on your bed staring at the ceiling repeating “wow” and “incredible” timothee pulling his boxers back on. Austin looked like he needed a breath so naturally, “timothee?” You beconed as you stood at your bathroom door naked, “shower with me?” he ripped his shorts off and joined you.

“Decided who you wanted to go to dinner with?” Timmy smirks the next morning, assuming he was the clear winner in his own head. You hadn't decided yet. They both slept on the floor. “leave your numbers on that notebook and I'll call one of you later,” you instructed. The both wrote their numbers down and you all walked out to your kitchen. Meg was sitting there drinking her coffee, which caused you to turn bright red. The guys were blushing too. “‘morning,” timothee blushed and waved to meg. She looked surprisingly well rested and didn't have the blonde with her.

“It was nice seeing you again,” Austin spoke to meg, his cheeks bright red as you moved towards the door. They put their shoes on and you let them out. “you'll actually call right?” Timothee asked with a nervous smile. “I guess you'll see,” you stated before closing the door and joining meg at the counter. “im seeing Taron for a proper date tonight but you…you have some explaining to do,” she stated while pouring your coffee.

#timmy tim #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet imagine #austin butler #austin butler one shot #timothee x y/n #timothee x reader #austin butler x reader #dune part two

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 1 year

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Valentine on the Town

Anon request:

Valentine’s day first date. I know it’s cheesy but I love it so much.

Wordcount: 2.4 K+

Description: It’s Valentine’s day and your roommate won’t let you stay home, instead she has a double date planned, but the date turns out better than you think and probably the best Valentine’s day ever.

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Fluff, smut.

“Look I told you Pauline, I am not in the mood for Valentine’s day?” You whined to your roommate as she opened your closet pulling out clothes and examining them for a moment before tossing them on the floor, and looking for something else.

“Pauline listen to me,” you tossing a pillow at her back. You really wanted to spend all of Valentine's day in your bed watching your favorite rom-coms and drinking wine until you thought you were in the movie.

“I am listening and I am choosing to ignore you. We are going out tonight. We have dates.” she reminded you.

“I should have taken the roommate that didn’t speak French or English and had a pet goat,” you groaned, turning over and burying your face in another pillow.

“You would not have half as much fun as you did with me,” she said. And without even looking at her, you could tell she was smirking at her.

“The goat looked like a lot of fun,” you mumbled. You loved Pauline, you really did, when you decided to move to France you were lucky to meet her. She was your best friend, the Ying to your Yang, but sometimes you really wanted to wring her neck.

“Oh this skirt is the cutest, you can wear my jumper,’ she said happily, slapping your bottom. “Up up and put this on.”

“Paul really,” you said, turning over.

“You said you wanted me to set you up with someone, remember?”

“That was 2 years ago and you set me up with three guys and two girls and things didn’t work out.”

“You and Serria were together for 6 months, and were a cute couple,” She pointed out.

“She cheated on me.”

“And I throw my drink at her and dropped her as a friend.”

“I know and I love you for it,” you said, sitting up and hugging her.

“So take a change this time. Trust me it will be worth it.”

“Fine.”

20 minutes later you were on the Metro and were glaring over at your best friend, who grinned smugly at you, chewing her gum. “You look hot,” she mouthed.

Smirking slightly you blew her a kiss. “You look hot too,” you said.

When the train stopped, Pauline grabbed your arm linking them together and pulling you off the bus. “We are meeting them at the bar and having a few drinks, you will have a good time so stop pouting,” she said.

“I’m not pouting,” you said, as you walked to the bar. “Tell me about this person.”

“Umm I don’t actually know them,” she confused.

You paused, staring at her as if she was insane. “You don’t know them?”

“Well, my brother set it up?”

Timothee Chalamet was gorgeous. He was Paul’s younger brother, your age and to say you didn’t think about him a lot would be an understatement. You’ve met him dozens of times during your friendship, he even kissed you on New Year’s, but you didn’t have his number and he lived in America most of the time.

“Why did you let Tim set me up on a date?”

“Well I told him I was looking for someone for you and the plans and he asked to come, make it a group thing and he said he had the perfect person to set you up with.”

“And you didn’t tell me why?”

“I don’t know. I know you have a thing with Tim?”

“A thing?”

“Yeah you clam up when I mention him and I was unsure but I saw a photo from New Year’s and I.. shit, this is so horrible,” she said, worriedly. “This is such a shitty thing I should have told you. Hey, we can go back to the house, get food and watch all the rom-coms you want.”

You chuckled, pulling her into a hug. “I didn’t realize I was being weird about him, but really I’m fine with seeing him. It was a stupid New Year’s kiss nothing more, let’s go to the bar. I should be asking you if you are okay with going on a date with your brother. He might be making out with a girl.”

Her nose crinkled. “I did not think of that. God, I am going to need a lot to drink.” She laughed pulling you alone to the bar.

The moment you walked in your eyes found Timmy. He was leaning against the bar, talking to Pauline’s date. He was grinning widely as he listened intensely to whatever was being said before he threw his head back and laughed.

The music was loud and you couldn’t hear him, but the joy on his face, the way his eyes crinkled, the way he tilted his head back had your breath catching in your throat. You knew you were attracted to him, but you didn’t know you had feelings for him, but the way your heart speed up, the way your hands clammed up you couldn’t deny it.

Luckily, it seemed that Pauline didn’t notice and quickly pulled you over to them. “Timmy, look how nice you look,” she teased pinching his cheek.

Timmy’s cheeks dushed pink slapping her hands away from his face. He turned to you, smiling shyly. “Hey Y/n, you look amazing.”

“Thanks. And ignore your sister you look great. Fantastic actually,” you said, taking a seat next to him. “So I’ve heard you are in charge of my date for the night?” you commented after ordering a drink, Paul and her date were already moving to a table.

His cheek lit up again. He ran his hands through his hair before chuckling nervously. “Umm, yeah about that. I hope you aren’t upset but I’m umm. I’m-” he stopped looking away.

You bit your lip to keep the grin off your face. “Are you my date?” You guessed.

“Yeah,” he nervously said, his voice a few octaves higher than normal. He quickly cleared his throat and grab his drink. “I hope you aren’t disappointed,” he said.

Smiling you grabbed your drink, moving closer to him. “I would have been disappointed if it was anyone else.”

He turned to you with wide eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you since New Year’s, but I didn’t want to ask Paul for your number encase you didn’t feel the same and I didn’t want to put her in an awkward place.”

“Yes yes same, I didn’t want to ask her and make things awkward for us all, but I’ve been mad for you for a while now,” he confessed.

“Well, just know that the feeling is mutual,” you said, walking to the table.

Pauline looked up when you joined. “So where is your date? Did Timmy fuck up?” She asked, giving her brother a glare.

“Well he didn’t set me up with any of his friends, he lied,” you said, Pauline reached over to grab her brother but you kept talking. “He is my date,” he finished.

She gasped looking between the two of you. “Is this what Ross felt? My best friend and my brother, my brother and my best friend,” she waxed cupping both of your faces dramatically.

You laughed, pushing her hand away. “So you aren’t like upset or anything?”

“Why would I be? I always wanted to set you both up, but either one of you would be in a relationship or Timmy was jetting off to America. You two are perfect for each other.”

Smiling you glanced at Timmy, who was already looking at you. “Let’s just see how the first date goes,” you teased.

“We need more drinks though if you two are going to be giving each other eyes all night long,” she said, getting up to order more drinks.

“Champagne is the perfect thing to drink, get some glasses and a bottle we can make a tower and see how can drink the most. Loser pays?’ You suggest.

“Good idea,” Paul said as she walked away.

“Oh I love the way your mind works, but you know I can drink you under the table,” Timmy smirked.

“You are insane, I can hold my alcohol better than you,” you laughed.

“Want to have a side bet?” He teased.

“Always?”

“Whoever gives up first has to do a dare later.”

“Oh, what’s the dare?”

“It’s a blank dare. Still up for it?”

“You are on, Timmy.”

Two hours later you sat outside a café with a chocolate heart-shaped cupcake. You and Timmy lost Pauline and her date 45 minutes ago between going from dinner to another club. You weren’t sure how you got to the café, but you the cupcake was amazing.

Timmy sat across from you, staring down at his own cupcake. “It’s beautiful. How can we eat them?” he whispered.

Giggling you ran your finger through his icing. “Oops” You teased as he gasped looking from you to his ruined cupcake.

“I don’t think that relationship will work out,” He said shaking his head.

“Really?” You said, slowly licking the icing off your finger staring him down the whole time.

Timmy’s mouth flew open as he watched you. His pants tightened and he felt his breath catch. You grinned pulling your finger out of your mouth making sure to make a loud popping sound. “Too bad I was really having a good time,” you said after a moment of silence.

“What?” he asked still a bit dazed.

“You said this relationship won’t work, remember?” You teased.

“I take it back. I take it back,” he said.

“Hmm really?”

“Yeah,” he said whispering once more.

“Eat your cupcake, Timmy,” you grinned switching with him and taking a bite, moaning at the taste. “Fuck this is good,”

Timmy was still staring at you. He was breathing harder and his thoughts about cupcakes were long gone.

“Timmy cupcake,” you teased.

“Oh yeah,” he said finally looking away, eating his cupcake. He was thankful it was too dark for you to see how flushed he was.

“So I won what should I dare you to do?” You asked once you finished. Your fingers were locked together as you both walked down the street.

“Something we will both enjoy. I drank a lot and now I lost, be gentle with me,” He pouted, dropping a kiss to your shoulder.

You shivered which didn’t go unnoticed by him. “Oh, you like that?” He teased, doing it again.

“Timmy,” you whimpered, pulling him into a nearby alleyway. You pushed him against the wall, tangling your fingers in his hair and kissing him.

Timmy’s hands grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You could feel how hard he was and you reached down and grabbed his cock. His hips jerked into your hands.

“Should I dare you to fuck me on the side of the building? Or maybe dare you to let me stroke you until you come in your pants?” you said against his lips.

He whined, thrusting into your hand. “Either one is good,” he moaned.

“I’ll save my dare. I’m sure you will be okay with that right?”

He nodded, flipping you both around until you were the one pressed against the wall, his hand sneaking under your skirt, rubbing your damp underwear. “So wet for me,” he mumbled into your shoulder, pressing kissing up and down.

Goosebumps spread across your body. All the control you had was gone but you were more than happy to let him take control. Grabbing the back of your thighs, he gripped them tightly, “Jump,” He ordered.

Without missing a beat you jumped, wrapping your arm around his waist. He pushed your underwear to the side, thrusting two fingers inside of you quickly and roughly

Gasping you rode his fingers, throwing your head back. “Timmy fuck. I knew your long fingers would feel so good inside of me.”

Smirking, he curled his fingers adding a third, shoving them harder inside of you. “You’ve thought about my fingers, thought about my cock too?” He asked.

“Yeah. Thought about your cock for years. Wanted you to fuck me on New Year’s. Wanted your cock stretching me.”

“Fuck. I wanted to fuck you too, wanted to bend you over your balcony and fuck you for all the Paris to hear you.”

You moaned arching your back and cumming. Timmy’s mouth descended onto yours swallowing your moans just as a couple walked passed the alleyway.

Your eyes closed as you rode his fingers through your orgasm. Once you calmed down and only whimpered softly, Timmy’s lips moved to your ear.

“If you want me to fuck you, you need to be quiet. Don’t make me gag you,” he chuckled, biting the shell of your ear.

You tugged his curls, kissing along his jaw. “I thought you wanted all of Paris to hear me.”

“I do, but I don’t want to get arrested,” he chuckled. Pulling his cock out of his pants, slapping his cock against your clit a few times, rubbing it against your soaking and quivering hole.

“Don’t tease me. Just fuck me, Timmy. I want your cock, dripping for it,” you begged.

“Fuck begging without me even telling you. Gonna be the death of me,” He said, plunging his cock balls down inside of you.

You grabbed his hand and covered your mouth as cried out. “Has no one ever fucked you like this, baby?” He chuckled at your reaction, pulling all the way out before thrusting back in, setting up a quick and brutal pace.

His hand never left your mouth as he fucked you. You tightened your legs around him, pulling him closer and deeper. Your back rubbed horribly against the wall, but the pain only fueled your pleasure.

Your core tightened around him and he groaned. Timmy’s thrust turned irregular as he grew closer to his release. His hand moved to your neck, squeezing lightly as he came burying his cum deep inside of you.

Your thighs shook as you came right after him, pressing your lips to his, kissing him roughly and passionately. His hips never stopped rutting into you until you were begging him to stop. He kissed you sweetly before slowly pulling out.

He helped fix your clothes before tucking his cock back into his pants. He let you down gently on the ground, kissing your neck. “Sorry, I squeezed a bit too tight,” he apologized.

“It’s fine, really. I didn’t mind. It was really hot,” you chuckled. He grinned, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“For Valentine's day, this is probably the best one,” he said as you walked out of the alley.

“Well, let’s go back to your apartment and make it even better.”

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fastwinggossip · 8 months

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Movie:"From the Bottom of the Sea"

Written By Monique Juarez Lox Fitzgerald Taitague

Starring Timothee Chalamet

Patrick Dempsey

Supermodel Monique Desiree Taitague

When a young man goes scuba diving he finds a vintage necklace that changes his life forever.After tragedy hits, He decides to move away.After looking in the newspaper for room mates, He meets two people who change his life forever and they later become his roommates. After Several years later, he loses his vintage necklace and realize that his roommates were ghosts.

#Movies #votedsexiestwomanalivemoniquedesireetaitague #Timothee Chalamet #PatrickDempsey #[email protected]#[email protected]#Spotify

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shellxrls · 2 months

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my roommate says timothee chalamet looks like a toe 😭😭😭

LMFAO CRYING SHES VALID FOR THAT.

#he’s unintentionally funny as fuck but otherwise i don’t like him based off of just everything!#asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;anon #;chatting

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hollywoodfamerp · 7 months

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Hotel Adlon Kempinski

In the heart of Berlin, facing the Brandenburg Gate and only a few steps from the government district, you will find the legendary five-star luxury Hotel Adlon Kempinski Berlin. A total of 385 elegant rooms and suites, 3 top-tier restaurants, including Lorenz Adlon Esszimmer, which has been awarded with 2 Michelin stars, and a spacious spa meet the highest demands of every guest!

Under the cut is the roommates list. Couples have been roomed together and everyone else was randomized by a generator. If you have been roomed with another fc that you play, please message us politely and we will fix it asap! Roommates are subject to change due to unfollows, follows, activity check etc. so please like this post to keep up to date on any changes.

UPDATED 9/27 @ 7:20 PM EST

Demi Bennett (Rhea Ripley) - Ashley Fliehr (Charlotte Flair)

Fergal Devitt - Renee Young

Hwang Hyunjin - Bang Chan

Sarah Paulson - Jessica Lange

Lee Know (Minho) - Lee Felix

Park Jinyoung - Lim Jaebeom

Awsten Knight - Miley Cyrus

Kim Jisoo - Christian Yu

Choi Minho - Kim Ahyoung (Yura)

Tyler Hoechlin - Maura Higgins

Maika Monroe - Dylan O'Brien

Kim Mingyu - Sana Minatozaki

Zoey Deutch - Geoff Wigington

Kelsea Ballerini - Joe Keery

Shay Mitchell - Andy Biersack

Zendaya - Timothee Chalamet

Vanessa Hudgens - Austin Butler

Dua Lipa - Maya Hawke

Yoo Siah (Yooa) - Kim Minjeong (Winter)

Xiao Dejun (Xiaojun) - Yoo Jimin (Karina)

Min Yoongi - Kim Namjoon

Kim Hongjoong - Diamanté Quiava Valentin Harper (Saweetie)

Julianna Margulies - Cate Blanchett

Jung Yoonoh (Jaehyun) - Lee Taeyong

Jackson Wang - Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten)

Sebastian Stan - Margot Robbie

Colby Lopez (Seth Rollins) - Rebecca Quin (Becky Lynch)

Pamela Martinez (Bayley) - Mercedes Justine Varnado (Sasha Banks)

Lucas Wong - Kim Jungwoo

Lee Taemin - Kim Jongin

Tom Holland - Natalia Dyer

Akanishi Jin - Lee Sunmi

Mark Lee - Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Zoë Kravitz - Lili Reinhart

Beyoncé Knowles - Gong Yoo

Lupita Nyong'o -Tessa Thompson

Sarah Drew - Brett Tucker

Gareth Southgate - Kendall Jenner

Choi Soobin - Sofia Carson

Ryan Gosling - Cha Eunwoo

Jensen Ackles - Jonathan Good (Jon Moxley)

Hwang Yeji - Camila Morrone

Park Seonghwa - Romee Strijd

Lee Jeno - Louis Tomlinson

Jung Wooyoung - Mazz Murray

Byun Baekhyun - Harry Kane

Choi San - Taylor Zakhar Perez

Olivia Rodrigo - Elizabeth Olsen

Hailey Baldwin - Megan Jovon Ruth Pete (Megan Thee Stallion)

Florence Pugh - Carrie Underwood

Selena Gomez - Anya Taylor-Joy

Liam Hemsworth - Kang Seulgi

Adelaine Kane - Chace Crawford

Jang Gyuri - Molly-Mae Hague

Jessica Chastain - Ross Lynch

Sydney Sweeney - Park Seoham

Park Jihyo - Sam Claflin

Ben Feldman - America Ferrera

Taylor Momsen - Blake Lively

Bill Skarsgard - Jacob Elordi

Nicholas Galitzine - Mason Mount

Sabrina Carpenter - Jenna Ortega

Niall Horan - Ariana Grande

Kim Taehyung - Wong Kunhang (Hendery)

Samantha Gibb - Leati Joseph Anoa'i (Roman Reigns)

Joey King - Joshua Wong

Lauren Jauregui - Min Yoongi

Taylor Swift - Naomi Scott

Lucy Hale - Emma Mackey

Jeon Jungkook - David Corenswet

Otto Wood - Madelyn Cline

Halle Bailey - Brittany Baker (Britt Baker)

Cillian Murphy - Chris Evans

Chris Hemsworth - Na Jaemin

Lily James – Glen Powell

Olivia Culpo - Danny Amendola

Bruno Mars - Gigi Hadid

Josephine Skriver - Aaron Taylor Johnson

Harry Styles - Sofia Carson

Nick Jonas - Jennie Kim

#hollywoodfameevent #hfrpfashionshow

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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roommate tim?

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

cover by @softhecreator 💗

WARNINGS: platonic relationship, fluff, pining?, roommate!timothee, fem!reader, use of alcohol, not proof read /:

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Moving to New York was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It wasn’t the fast pace of city life or the fact that everything was brand new that had me worried, it was the cost to live there. I could deal with the other things.

Even with the money I’d set aside from every paycheck, freshman year to now, wasn’t enough to last me more than two months. I had looked at many, many, many, apartments before deciding to look for a roommate. It was a last resort.

I took a trip up East from my Midwest home and met a plethora of future roommates, but only one in particular sat right with me.

Timothée Chalamet.

The way his name rollled off my tongue was nearly enough to send me back home packing, I just had a feeling, you know?

None the less I had to be smarter than that, yet as he sat across from me in the coffee shop, I found myself entranced by the life story he couldn’t help but spew my way. It was like he had word vomit, I’d barely gotten a word in myself and it was a wonder he didn’t question me.

He was the most sweet and nervous of the bunch of candidates. Normally those things would be a red flag where I’m from, but the way he made me laugh, along with how he carried himself, and the genuine care how I found my way around here, let me know I’d met my match.

So I waited until he had talked himself hoarse and returned the favor. I told him I was fulfilling a dream of my younger self, my family and I were from a small town, how I had never been in a city this big, but I could feel the creative energy run through me when I took in the scenery, or walked down the sidewalk, I told him how I felt I finally belonged.

Him being a native, accepted that statement rather quickly and supported it. He sat back in his chair with a smirk.

“I’ve been looking for a roommate for months and, it may sound strange, but you’re the only person I can see myself co-existing with.” He said with a true smile on his face.

I let myself smile before answering, “I’ve met with a few people today and you know what? I think you might have read my mind.”

And that was endgame. A week and a half later we were moved into our place.

There was string of time, months, where we spent every second together. Going furniture shopping, finding our favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner spots, we went grocery shopping together, he even went as far as walking me up and down the streets near and far just so I’d be familiar with the area.

But just as fast came a time where he wasn’t home much at all and our schedules became complete opposites.

He had dropped out of NYU when he finally got his big break and the night he got the e-mail we celebrated with shitty champagne and take out. As for me, I had landed an internship on top of small indie roles that paid the bills.

“When are you leaving?” I place more noodles on my plate.

“What’s today?” He asks, mouth half full.

“Wednesday.”

“Thursday, Friday, Saturday..” He lifts a finger for each day.

“You can’t be serious right now-“

“Next Friday.” He holds nine fingers up toward me.

“You leave next week and had to count the days on your hands..out loud?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Look I have a lot going on up here,” He taps his temple with his finger, “Don’t judge.” And sends a smirk my way.

“I’m not judging! It’s kind of refreshing that you didn’t pull out your planner.” My smirk turns to a smile, “You nearly have your whole life written in there, down to each hour.”

“How do you know it’s down to the hour? Have you been reading it?” He asks quizzically, his face deathly serious.

I pause from taking a bite and stare at him with a confused face, “Please tell me you’re joking.”

After a moments pause he bursts out laughing, “No shit I’m joking, I’m not that fucking weird,” He takes a bite of a dumpling, “It’s planned by the week, day, and THEN the hour.” He grins.

Now it was my turn to laugh, “Have you ever considered therapy?”

After loading our dishes, and the dishwasher flooding with bubbles (due to the fact he put Dawn where the Cascade was supposed to go), and both of us throwing said bubbles at one another, we cleaned up and sat down on the couch to watch our show.

I laid down and was nearly asleep, feeling the after effects of our champagne, on my end of the couch. I watched him take another swig from the bottle before closing my eyes.

I could feel his face hovering over mine, “Y/N?” He tried to whisper.

“Yes Timothée.” I keep my eyes closed.

“I’m gonna miss you when I leave,” I feel the couch dip behind me, his head stuffed in the back of my neck, “I miss you already.” His voice is sleepy and rough.

I feel my cheeks heat at his words, such innocent words but in this moment they felt different. Maybe I’m drunk.

“I’m gonna miss you too Tim.” I glance back to find him softly snoring softly behind me, peacefully burrowed uncomfortably beside me.

I really look at him for the first time. Of course he’s been beautiful, but right now he looks angelic, so serene as he sleeps. I face forward again and let the heaviness of sleep take over me.

That night I dreamt of myself in his arms for the first time.

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ARC Review of Late Bloomer by Mazey Eddings

Rating: 4/5 Heat Level: 3.75/5 Publication Date: April 16th

Premise:

A sapphic opposites-attract romance; Opal gets conned into buying a flower farm with her lottery winnings, only to find out it's already owned by Pepper. The farm is failing and the two women decide the best way to save it is entering a national flower show competition.

My review:

This was the sapphic cottage-core romance of my dreams! Opal wins the lottery and in an effort to distance herself from her mooch-y fake friends, she escapes by buying the Thistle and Bloom. Enter Pepper, grumpy flower farmer and actual(?) owner, and the two of them quickly come to the agreement that they'll live together as roommates while they sort out the situation and enter a flower sculpture competition for the prize money.

I loved the idea of both Opal and Pepper finding refuge in the Thistle and Bloom at different points in their life. Both have been hurt in the past and the farm is their safe space as well as the source of inspiration for their art (the way the author describes growing flowers absolutely sounds like an art form; not to mention Opal's shoe-painting business), which is why it's all the more important that they save it from bankruptcy. However, things get further complicated when they begin a no-strings, no-feelings sexual relationship when obviously, there are some very real feelings growing between them.

I really like the way Mazey Eddings wrote both Opal and Pepper's characters; they come across as somewhat messy zillennials (complete with doctoring their own hair to fit their mood)— and they are! Opal and Pepper are 24 and 26 respectively. I saw some reviews call them immature but as someone around their age, I completely sympathize with the way they're both just trying to get by financially while navigating a new relationship. Like, there is a third act break-up that some might see as an overreaction, but I think it fits the pattern of their prior relationships, and the way they react makes sense. What I could have done with less of is the amount of zillenial pop culture references— from 3 different Taylor Swift references to Phoebe Bridgers and Timothee Chalamet. I feel like constant pop culture references tend to date a book.

This book has queer rep and neurodivergent rep; Opal is bisexual and Pepper identifies as queer, and both women are on the spectrum. I appreciate how Mazey Eddings also wrote in multiple queer side characters, as well as how she portrayed neurodiversity— everything from Opal's autism and ADHD causing her use alcohol as an unhealthy coping mechanism to Pepper's sensory sensitivities that cause her to dislike large crowds.

The sex:

I was pleasantly surprised by the sex scenes in this book! They're pretty damn hot and varied, super emotional as time goes on, and I loved the dynamic— Opal is the more assertive one in bed, which leads to some solid dirty talk on her part (it's also in contrast to how she is out of bed because she tends to waffle over a lot of decision making), while Pepper is a little more rough and uncertain but she also has this stern edge. And of course there's greenhouse sex because what even is the point otherwise.

Overall:

I had so much fun reading this book— it had so many laugh-out-loud moments while at the same time Opal and Pepper were such intensely sympathetic characters, perhaps even more so because they were not above messing up (also can we talk about the epilogue?? What Opal did for Pepper is literally the most romantic thing a person can do in this economy). I would recommend this book to anyone looking for an emotionally satisfying romcom that also brings the heat.

Thank you to St. Martin's Press and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my review.

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youranemicvampire · 1 year

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SLOCG Season 2 thoughts and opinions with Spoilers

First of all, I just wanna say that all 4 of them are very funny, lovable and precious. <3

As much as i love this show, it’s hard for me to recommend it to others without sounding weird.

They need more episodes! I’m ok with like 30 mins per ep coz it feels like a sitcom-ish, but waiting a year for 10 episodes??? TORTURE. They need at least 20 since the eps are short.

Aside from my main lesbian girl Leighton, Kimberly is my favorite until she did that thing in the finale.

Pauline Chalamet is an underrated actress! She’s amazing even before i found out she’s Timothee’s sister. It means, she’s great on her own. Comedic timing = 10/10

So Leighton is a rich, math genius lesbian like she really won the lottery. Also, how can she be so good at math when she’s gay???? That’s unfair.

GRACIE DZIENNY!!!!!! If you’re a First kill fan, you would understand the happiness when she first appeared on SLOCG. WLW crossover!

Why you keep pairing Whitney with mediocre white men???? I’m so tired. Also, please give her a stronger storyline and make her bi, thanks. I don’t know if i’m in the position to say this, but i feel like the writers are being too safe and scared (?) about Whitney’s arc.

Canaan is the only man i can tolerate for Whitney, but they didn’t have that much chemistry, they just look good together.

LeighTum is sooooo hot. I know them looking and acting alike is so funny, but they are hot.

I’m so happy that there’s no problem with Leighton’s coming out to her friends and family. I know it’s a reality for most to receive a bad reaction, but i’m glad the writers didn’t go that way coz we are tired. We deserve to see a happy lesbian on screen.

Sorry, but i have to defend Bela with the cheating issue. Eric is not an amazing man like Bela said. He f*cking stole the opportunity when we all know that it’s 100x harder for a brown woman to be in that industry. He has connections w/c he revealed during the argument, but he still did that. Bela cheating on him was nothing compared to what he did.

Leightum x Leighcia issue: First of all, I love them both so i really don’t know where to side, but i feel like Alicia is getting hate too much? They all said horrible things including Leighton, but Alicia is the only one who’s getting massive hate and that’s unfair. I don’t think Leightum’s breakup was forced at all. What Tatum said was a big deal and them being a twincest ship was an obvious metaphor on Leighton’s old habits. I thought we only like “mean girls” for fun, but some are starting to glorify rude behavior.

Let’s move on to the real enemy w/c is Kimberly x Canaan coz WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUk. Ok i mean we cannot choose who we love, but BOTH OF THEM didn’t think it through. Lila was right, Kimberly shouldn’t have acted on it. Or at least for a while? She didn’t even wait for a longer time and talk to Whitney about it. Same with Canaaan. Whitney asked her to give her a chance to talk and explain, but she blew it. I was rooting for you Kimberly! We were all rooting for you! How dare you???!

So with these last episodes, we would wait a year to know what will happen to the dynamics of the 4 girls now that Bela is transferring and Whitney wanted to move to the Kappa house. Faaaaaaaak. Leighton is the only who has a real happy ending. Their friendship is my favorite part of the show so i hope things will get better for Season 3. Also, i know it's unrealistic for roommates to have a perfect relationship, but i just don't like that it will be ruined for a man. :\

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aurorabayrpg · 11 months

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On Friday night Ocean Crest Apartments caught fire, having started in a vacant apartment on the 10th floor. What was originally thought to have been an accident though was quickly discovered to be an act of arson.

Ten minutes after the fire in Ocean Crest began, town hall was raided and set on fire from within. Aurora Bay's mayor, Raymond Ellis, was found tied to a chair. He was rushed to the Emergency Medical Center but due to his severe burns and smoke inhalation, he did not survive.

It is evident that there were multiple people involved in this, though no one has been found guilty at this time.

Detective Diego Martinez is leading the investigation, so there is no doubt in anyone's mind that there will be an end to this soon.

Sadly, though, not everyone made it out of the Ocean Crest. The apartment fire took the lives of three residents from extensive burn injuries and smoke inhalation, and the town hall's fire took the lives of two.

While Ocean Crest is still standing, there is quite a lot of damage done to the interior. The fire damaged most of the top floors rather than those below, but those who live in Ocean Crest must find places to stay during renovations, which will take approximately one month. Thankfully since school is out for the summer, the shelters will stay in place in the gymnasiums in our Elementary and High School, and the Seascape Hotel will offer discounted rates for those affected by the fire. Just like we did during the storm our town saw a few months ago, we will take care of our residents to the absolute best of our ability.

Ocean Crest Deaths:

Darren Winters (NPC)

Tina Delores (NPC)

Adrian Hollyn (NPC)

Town Hall Deaths:

Mayor Raymond Ellis (NPC)

Secretary Karen Michaels (NPC)

Those injured:

Celeste Zhao (Natasha Liu Bordizzo) - smoke inhalation

Connor Rose (Andrew Garfield) - smoke inhalation, burn on his arm

Dallas Jones (Mason Gooding) - smoke inhalation

Jude Bordelon (Charlie Hunnam) - smoke inhalation, burns on arm and chest

Lucas Donovan (Tom Holland) - smoke inhalation, burn on his arm.

Wes Evans (Timothee Chalamet) - Smoke inhalation, burn on his arm.

Suspects:

Blake Dixon (Hailee Steinfeld)

Darcy Anthony (Zendaya Coleman)

Evie Watson (Maya Hawke)

Imani Lihn (Karrueche Tran)

Jackson Ellis (Alex Fitzalan)

Jameson Cassidy (Joseph Quinn)

Ulysses Flynn (Jacob Elordi)

Head Detective on the case:

Diego Martinez (Oscar Isaac)

Firefighters that helped:

Cristian Valdes (Pedro Pascal)

Dallas Jones (Mason Gooding)

Raleigh Reese (Sophia Bush)

A statement from our Head Detective will be given within the next few days.

OOC Info below the cut:

While it is now known that the Mayor was stealing money from the town, the fact that the fires are linked to that is still speculation at this time.

People will have heard about masked figures that were spotted fleeing the scenes of both crimes that night, so there will definitely be talk of that.

The suspects are listed above, so feel free to have characters completely believe they are guilty or totally innocent. (but of course, none of the suspects above are guilty, as the culprits are both NPCs, but it just adds to the drama!)

What people will start to realize is that the descriptions of the masked figures seen leaving the scenes will not match the descriptions of any of the names listed above, so with that, along with other evidence that will come out slowly, the suspects above will be ruled out.

We've asked the mun of Diego Martinez if they would like to write a statement for him to share, so that will be posted along with more information about the event as the mystery starts to unfold!

If you have police officers or firefighters who would like to make statements, please message the main and we can plot it out!

As stated above, those who are living in Ocean Crest will need to find places to stay until renovations are done. Feel free to plot out temporary-roommates or anything like that! anyone without a person to stay with can stay in either of the school gyms, or can rent out a room at the hotel or b&b

So! The mystery has yet to be sovled! We wanted to give time for characters to speculate about what is going on and who is behind it! We love the IC drama and there's just so much that can happen with this!

Admin notes will come out every few days with more information on what has happened and what's going on. We'll also keep our muns who have characters heavily involved in the case in the loop!

As always, after the first three open starters are posted, please reply to at least two before posting your own!

You may continue threads from the event, but please tag them aurorabay.fire

#aurorabay.adminnote #aurorabay.fire #aurorabay.event

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