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all-my-love-for-harry · 2 years

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my happy little pill ✿ | timothée chalamet

my masterlist | warnings: developing dependence to medication, going through withdrawal.

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Mavis has struggled with anxiety pretty much her whole life. For as long as she could remember she's had trouble to execute simple tasks with ease. Like going to the mall on her own or driving a car.

Therapy helped a lot to work on her confidence but four or so years ago her anxiety got so bad they decided to prescribe her some medication to help with her anxiety attacks. Making the decision of starting to take the pills was a big deal to her, and she felt lucky she had Timothée on her corner.

The first two years went by smoothly, taking the medication only when needed. If she was honest she kind of liked the feeling of temporary numbness it brought her every time she popped a pill in her mouth. After so many years of thinking too much it was nice to not feel anything.

The pills also helped her with the terrible insomnia she's had for years. She started noticing how good she'd sleep when she took it, and soon she became dependent on them, taking it even when she wasn't feeling anxious or having an attack, doubling the dose hoping it would make it feel even better.

Timothée began to notice how her medication started to run out sooner than expected, how she stopped taking the pills with him in the same room because she didn't want him to see how many she was taking. He didn't want to make Mavis uncomfortable by asking her but he was starting to really worry about his girlfriend.

"Timmy," Mavis calls out as she enters their shared bedroom. "I'm going out for a bit, I shouldn't take long."

Before she could exit the room, Timothée poked his head out of the master bathroom. "Where are you going?"

"I have to uh- pick up some things at the pharmacy." She forgot to lie and immediately cringed at the way his eyebrows furrowed.

"The pharmacy? Are you feeling sick?"

She figured she couldn't lie now so she told the truth. "I ran out of my pills." She mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear. But of course he did.

"What do you mean you ran out?" With slight panic in his voice he pushed past her, making his way to the cabinet they kept the medications in and searched for her anxiety medication. When Mavis caught up with him he was already holding the empty bottle in his hands, examining it carefully. "These were supposed to last until - chérie," his tone changed to a softer one once he realized. "How many pills have you been taking?"

She lowered her gaze. "Just the amount prescribed."

"Mavis." Timothée's tone was dead serious. He never used her full name, always opting for sweet pet names. That's how she knew he was not playing around. "Have you been feeling anxious lately?"

"The pills help." She mumbled. "I take three before going to sleep every night." Mavis hated lying to her boyfriend, and seeing the worry in his eyes made her feel guilty. "They make me feel good, Timmy. I need them." Her voice cracked and her eyes filled with tears making Timothée to drop the medication bottle and pull her into a hug.

"My sweet girl, I know you do. But you can't crank up your dose like that." He pulled away to swipe the tears off her face with his thumbs. "It's making you more damage than good. You're not yourself, I've noticed."

"But I'm better." She tried to argue. "They make my brain numb, I like that. They also make me sleep better, you know how much I've struggled with that. Please just let me go get them, I will only take the amount prescribed, I promise."

"I don't believe you." He shook his head. "I think we should make an appointment and revisit the idea of the pills."

This made her panic. "No! You do not understand. I...I can’t sleep, I can’t eat without those p-pills...t-they’ve helped me a-and I-I can’t-- I can't s-top taking them."

More tears began to fall and he took this a sign delicately pick her up and place her on the sofa. He kneeled in front of her and began to massage her arms. "Mavis, honey, I need you to breathe, okay? Can you do that for me?"

He started taking deep breaths, in and out, until she started mimicking them to help her calm down. They stayed silent for a while, Mavis taking a hold of Timothée's hand and squeezing it now and then, him doing the same to help keeping her grounded and as a reminder he was still there.

"You're right." She finally spoke. "I should probably stop taking them for a while. I'm just... Timmy, I'm scared of feeling the way I did before."

His eyes softened. "I'm right here, chérie. It won't be easy at the beginning but we'll figure it out, okay?"

He was right. It wasn't easy. The first night was the toughest, her insomnia making a comeback when she didn't take the pills before getting ready for bed. But as he promised, Timothée stayed awake with her as she laid on his chest, stocking her hair gently as she played with the plain silver chain that rested on his naked chest.

He hummed a soft, calming melody to help her relax. That night they didn't sleep at all, watching in silence how the sun raised and the sky cleared from the windows of their bedroom.

They repeated the same routine the next night, Timothée trying some white noises on the speakers because he read that helped people with insomnia to sleep. He carefully crafted a playlist, filtering all the sounds he knew she wouldn't like. The sound of rain made her anxious and the ocean terrified her.

"I feel bad you're not getting any sleep because of me." She said the third night she was getting ready for bed.

"In sickness and in health, baby."

"We're not married." She said as she got into bed, assuming her position on her boyfriend's chest.

"Mmm, we could be." He replied softly before placing a kiss on her temple.

Withdrawal was the worst experience of her entire life. Her hands were shaking more than ever, her knee was bouncing so hard the person next to her was able to feel it. She wanted those pills, she needed those pills. It would be so much easier to just go back to not feel anything rather than feeling every emotion amplified, but she continued to push through.

The first two weeks were a living hell for her, constantly thinking she wouldn't make it, and when she was about to give up and just run to the pharmacy for a new bottle of pills, she'd catch Timothée making her a cup of tea every night, buying expensive silk covers because he read those made you sleep better, fluffing her pillow and lighting a candle with her favorite essence. He was going up and beyond to make sure she felt safe and comfortable.

"I love you so much, Mav. You're so brave, so strong. I can't believe you're mine. I'm gonna make sure you always feel safe."

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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i need good girl 3 immediately 😭 i’m so invested

GOOD GIRL PT. 3

PT. 1, PT. 2

ask and you shall receive my love 😌

WARNINGS: graphic smut, degradation if you squint, fluff, unprotected sex (use a fucking condom!!), soft dom!timothee

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"We can have fun here, right?"

The sentence nearly jumps out of my throat. We stare at each other again, his lips barely part. My pulse races a thousand miles an hour.

We've already been together, why am I nervous?

Why is he taking so long to respond?

Fuck, I should've just went to the party-

"Seems there's a lot of fun to be had here," He finally speaks. "between you and me, I didn't want to go to that party." His eyes flicker down to my lips and back up to my eyes.

"Why waste the time?" I take my bottom lip into my mouth.

Another beat of silence comes between our words before I reach over to grab the back of his neck, crashing my lips on his.

We both sigh into the kiss, which is neither rushed nor sloppy, it's passionate and hungry. He pulls me over to straddle his lap, bringing his hands to caress my face, his thumbs sit at my temples.

"You have..no..fucking idea," He says between kisses before pulling away and holding my face inches away from his own, "How long I've waited to have you again." He nearly growls before connecting his lips with mine again.

I moan into the now desperate kiss, sucking lightly on his bottom lip, gently letting my teeth graze it on the way out.

"Don't ever make me wait that long," I pull away, "Ever again." I kiss down the side of his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple, and repeating with the opposite side.

His hands roam my clothed body. He grips my ass before palming my breasts gently. I try to repress a whine before grabbing at the bottom of his shirt to remove it. He lifts his arms up allowing me to take it off. He reconnects our lips as I feel down his chest. He slides his hands under my shirt resting at my waist, silently asking permission. I take my shirt off, leaving my upper-half bare. I thank the heavens above I decided against a bra tonight.

He kisses a line from my neck, to my collars, to the middle of my chest, finally, sucking the supple flesh of my left breast while his right hand travels up my torso to roll my right nipple between his fingers.

"Tim," I catch myself not wanting to give him that power, taking my bottom lip hard between my teeth. He looks up through his lashes at me before pulling away. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, going back up the same trail with kisses.

"Let me hear you." He stares wantonly, "Let me what how good I make you feel." He brings his mouth back to my neck, sucking bruises on both sides.

"Fuck, why does it — Oh fuck — Why do you make me feel so good?" I finally moan out, grinding my hips down into his own, finally feeling the thing I had been missing so desperately.

"Y'make such pretty sounds for me." He leans back, drinking me in, "So fucking beautiful." He runs his thumbs over my hips.

I get up off his lap, dragging him to my bedroom, nearly throwing him on the bed and following him down.

I straddle his waist and unbutton his jeans, pulling them off with his help, taking in his impossibly hard dick, before undoing my own. He flips me onto my back and pulls mine clean off in one jerk, eliciting a moan from me.

I could feel the cold air of the room through my panties from the wetness.

"Aww poor baby," He hovers over me feeling the damp patch, "So needy, you want my cock that bad?" He teases.

"Please, please." I whine, attempting to kiss him again. He pulls back.

"Beg me more." He brings a hand up to grip my neck lightly, pinning me back while my hips desperately thrust upwards for contact.

"P-Please fuck me, need it s'bad." I slur.

He places a chaste kiss on my lips before ridding both of us of our remaining modesty. He runs a finger through my sopping folds, grazing my clit in the most delicious way. I can't help the moan that escapes my throat. He repeats the action, but this time dipping a finger into my already clenching opening, curling his finger up into me.

"Feels," I drawl out a breathy moan, 'Feels so good Timothée." I grip his bicep.

"Fuck, say my name again baby." He sucks another mark onto my chest.

"Tim- Timothée, need you." I cry out, feeling an uncontrollable lust for him inside me.

"Yeah?" He pulls his fingers out, lining himself up, "I'm here, you'll have me." He slowly pushes into me, stretching me out in the most delicious way.

All I can manage is a choked moan when I feel him part me, "O-Oh shit." I glide my nails down his back when he bottoms out, hitting my most sensitive spot.

"Fuck you're so tight." He whispers, pulling back out to the tip and slamming back in, moaning out as he does.

"It's t-too much, can't take i-it." I stutter, digging my nails deeper into his lower back. He sets a steady pace, repeating that same motion over and over.

My moans get stuck in my throat as he hit just the right spot repeatedly, I can hear my own wetness as he slides in and out. The knot in my stomach starts to form as he speeds up his thrusts.

"Such a good girl. Look how good you take me." He smooths the hair from my face, breathing hard, offering the occasional growl when my pussy tightens around his length.

He lifts my leg up over his shoulder, offering a deeper thrust. I nearly scream his name as I feel that coil tighten.

"Gonna cum, I'm gonna — Fuck — I'm gonna cum." It comes out as more of a desperate squeal than I hoped. He continues to pound into me, gradually gaining more speed.

"Let go," I close my eyes as I feel the pressure build, "Look at me, say my name, let me see you." He holds my head in place but keeps his pace.

I stare into his eyes as I come undone, "Timothee, oh my god," My eyes roll back, "Don't stop." I repeat, my hole throbbing and squeezing him as the string snaps within me. I was so dazed I didn't realize the wetness leaking from within me onto the sheets.

"Oh fuuuck." He moans and burrows his face in my neck, his length twitches as his thrusts get sloppier, "I'm gonna cum, fuck." He bites the side of my neck once more while he fills me with his warmth.

He pumps into me once, twice, three times, making his seed spill out from the edges of me and down the two sides of my lips.

He stills inside me, our heavy breaths the only audible sound in the room. He eventually pulls out. He uses his shirt to clean us both up before laying beside my nearly lifeless body.

He pulls me into his chest and draws light circles into my back as his heartbeat lulls me to into a daze.

"Next time, we're going on a real date." He softly kisses my temple. "And you will not escape it." He chuckles.

"It's a deal." I smile into his chest.

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 8 months

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l o o k | a t | m e

Y/n and Tim are sharing a very intimate moment, and he wants nothing more than for her to look at him. Let's be honest, who doesn't want to look at him?!

Warnings and such: ummm yeahhhh....absolutely smutty...soft smut, but still smut! 18+ no minors. Some swearing and mentions of spit...definitely not proofread! let me know if I missed something?

A/N: I have a lot of smut written in general and I like it better than the soft stuff, but i like soft stuff! Not sure how I feel about this one so lmk!

ALSO: lmk what other tags i should add to these posts!

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"Look at me."

His voice was gentle but demanding, the echo of his words like a lifeline to drag me back to reality, out of this incoherent but beautiful headspace.

Look at me

Like a soft echo, something to focus on. His voice.

My back arched and hips rolled. I felt like I was on fire, and I was loving every moment of it. As I tried with any strand of willpower I had left to open my eyes, the vision of Timothée came into focus. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful, but this was a different kind of beautiful.

"Look at me," He repeated, smiling softly down at me.

With pleasure.

A few moments passed, or maybe a few hours, before my eyes grew heavy again, vision blurred as I fought against rolling my eyes back with pleasure.

I gasped loudly, a string of groans following instantly as he bent over me, his hips burrowing into mine as he thrusted deeper into me. My legs wrapped tightly around his lower back, hands clawing desperately at him. I thought, for a moment, I would die if I lost the feeling. He dropped to his elbows, caging me below him and began trailing sloppy kisses across my neck and chest, interrupted only by feverish pants and profanities which presented themselves as deep groans through gritted teeth.

"T-Tim," I gasped again, feeling his hips roll in an effort to get impossibly further inside me. My nails dug into his back before reaching for his shoulders.

I was desperate. I could feel it coursing through my body. Close wasn't close enough.

Sweat dampened curls bounced in front of my eyes and tickled my nose when he took a moment to look down at where our bodies met. That was one of his favorite sights in the world. My hand reached higher, tugging the hair at the top of his head- I needed his eyes on me. I needed him to watch me come undone beneath him. He obliged.

One hand snakes it's way under my shoulder, pulling me down to meet his thrusts. There was no way of possibly being any closer, but everything was worth a try. My hips rolled up again, head back and my shut tightly. I opened my mouth, desperate to scream out the tingling sensation that rumbled in my stomach, but nothing came out. My breath quickened and I managed a moan, but nothing near what I was feeling on the inside.

"Look...at me," Tim repeated, panting between thrusts. His arm left my shoulder, finger trailing lightly down my stomach until he reached the bundle of nerves I had between us. I didn't need to open my eyes to see the smirk on his face, but my eyes opened quickly at the warm feeling of fluid that wasn't my own landing just above where I needed him to touch me. I looked down and watched as he spit drooled again, thumb collecting it and pressing harshly against me.

I was done.

I screamed, legs shaking around him as my orgasm washed over me. He continued to fuck me through it, wave after wave of pleasure consuming my body. It was almost too much. Almost.

"Fuck!" He grunted loudly, fingers digging into my hips as he chased his own release.

The room was silent, aside from the two of us desperately trying to catch our breaths. There was no more moaning, groaning or echoing of skin against skin. I whimpered as he pulled out of me, the empty feeling consuming all of my thoughts. I hated it. Tim ran a finger up my slit, collecting whatever juices spilled out on the tip of his finger.

"Open,"

I did as I was told, the salty taste in my throat sent a new wave of excitement through my. I fought, again, to open my eyes, to take in the sight of him- sweaty and restless and fucked. Though heavy eyelids I watched him stand, pull on a pair of long forgotten boxers and run his hands though his hair. He smiled when he caught sight of me staring.

"Pretty baby," He whispered, climbing back in bed and straddled my still shaking hips. "you alright?"

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not sure if I could remember how to talk.

He smiled and bent over me, feather light kisses trailing across my face, down my neck and across my collarbones. His hair, once again, ticking my nose. I ran my fingers gently up and down his back, soothing the raised lines and crescent shaped bumps I had left against his skin. They'd be gone my morning, almost entirely anyway, but for the rest of the night, each touch was reminder and heated my body with excitement and anticipation.

"Come on," his voice echoed in my ears again as he spoke, climbing off of me again. "Let's get cleaned up."

I didn't move. I couldn't. I wanted more.

"Y/n," He cooed again. "Look at me..."

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babyflorencee · 4 months

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Stop taking your hands out of mine

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

'Boys don't cry' by The Cure played silently from the beat-up speaker that was sitting on top of my desk. I was sitting down on my bed with my boyfriend Timothée, who was laying down in between my legs, holding up the book 'The Body' by Stephen King as we read it together. One of his hands was flipping through the pages while the other was enlaced with mine. Timothée and I started dating a little more than four months ago, and ever since we made it official, he has been at my house almost every day. And quite frankly, I'm almost positive that he's at my house more than his own. But I honestly didn't care. I enjoyed his company more than anything.

One word everyone uses to describe our relationship is 'perfect'. We rarely fought and when we did, it was always a petty argument like, 'which cookie is best.' Everyone who has seen us together, all say we are "a match made from heaven," which makes me happy knowing people liked me and Timothée together.

We read a few more pages until I heard Timothée sigh rather loudly, as he closed the book and flipping over so that his face was nuzzling into my neck. I took my hand out of his, brushing some loose strands of his long brown hair out of his eyes. He let out a whinny groan, taking my hand back into his.

After a few minutes, he started to close his eyes, pressing little kisses all over my neck and jaw, making butterflies erupt in my stomach. I let out a yawn, looking down at Timothée. Seeing him peacefully sleeping started to make me tired. I took my hand out of his for the second time, now closing my eyes. I was almost asleep when I felt him jab his index finger into my side, waking me up. I opened my eyes, seeing Timothée with a very unhappy, almost annoyed expression. "Stop taking your hand out of mine," he said with a pouting face. He rolled his eyes, taking my hand back in his, except this time he held it tight.

"Sorry," I whispered, closing my eyes once again.

After a while of silence, I assumed he was sleeping until he spoke up. "I love you," he said, but because his head was buried in the crook of my neck, it came out muffled.

"I love you too," I said, with a smile plastered on my face before wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me, and resting one of my hands on the top of his head, lightly holding his face close to my chest.

"Night babe," I whispered, repeatedly kissing his hair, as he just quietly hums.

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anxiouswriter0 · 25 days

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The Voice | Paul Atreides

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Paul and Chani, along with Lady Jessica, were camping in the vast desert of Arrakis, surrounded by golden dunes and the eternal silence that characterizes that arid and desolate world. In the afternoon, as the three of them were in the tent, they were suddenly startled by joyful shouts and laughter echoing in the distance.

Alerted by the noise, they stepped out of the tent and found several Fremen, desert natives, waving their arms in the air with expressions of happiness directed towards a figure standing not far away. Among them stood a young woman unfamiliar to Paul and Lady Jessica, but not to Chani.

Chani, with a smile on her face, joined in the joy of the Fremen, while Paul and Lady Jessica watched with confusion. They didn't understand what was happening, but they could still feel the joy radiating from the group.

When she finally reached the group, the Fremen surrounded her with joy and warm hugs, while that person received those gestures with affection. Paul observed how Chani wrapped her arms around that person, not wanting to let go. Paul understood how that person had somehow managed to connect with the very essence of the desert and its people.

—you must be exhausted from the journey. why don't you rest?— Chani suggested, catching the attention of Paul and Jessica.

—Yeah, maybe a little rest sounds good —she replied, following chani.

As they approached the tent, Paul and Jessica called out to them, grabbing both their attention.

—I'm sorry, the excitement of the moment almost made me forget —chani smiled, while the girl also smiled. —(y/n), these are lady jessica and paul atreides —chani introduced them, —they are one of us.

from his position, paul watched (y/n) attentively as she removed her cloak, revealing sparkling eyes and a serene presence that took his breath away. her (h/c) hair gently waving in the desert breeze.

—It's an honor to meet you, (y/n), —Lady Jessica speak.

—A pleasure to meet you —Paul said.

(y/n) responded with a respectful nod.

—The honor and pleasure are all mine, Lady Jessica, —she said, looking at the named person and then moving her look to the young man, —Paul.

Paul, surprised, looked up at her in disbelief. Lately, he had been dreaming of a similar voice calling out his name.

a voice that was now in front of him.

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↳ Note: Hey, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction... sooo... I have several unfinished drafts. Maybe with this one, I'll make a sequel... Maybe... I don't know ↳ p.s: this was something quick that came out of my head, while I was watching the new Dune movie

#fem reader #x reader #x y/n #dune x reader #dune part two #dune 2 #dune #one shot #dune fic #dune fanfiction #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet fanfiction

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chalamet-chalamet · 1 year

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Dune Part One: The Photography

📸 by Chiabella James (IG credit to duneinfo)

#timothee chalamet #beautiful shot #dune #dune 2021 #dune part one #Chiabella James #timothée chalamet

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words-4u · 1 year

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calvins or nothing

pairing: ben chilwell x model!reader; timothée chalamet x reader (platonic)

warning: slight smut at the end (blink and you'll miss it)

wc: 1.6k

a/n: anyone who knows me knows how i feel about timothée so thank you to @halaxxx, i had so much fun writing this and getting to incorporate my two fav things!

being a model isn’t as glitzy and glamorous as people think it is. It’s a cutthroat industry but for whatever reason, you were lucky enough to have landed in an agency that you loved and book shoots that were exciting.

today was one of those days.

you were handpicked to shoot with timothée chalamet for his upcoming ‘calvins or nothing’ campaign. you were a huge fan of films so you’ve seen most of his work and loved them. you were told to keep a tight lip on the shoot because of timothée’s high profile so all you could tell ben chilwell, aka your boyfriend of 9 months, was that you were doing an underwear shoot. you might have left out the part that you’d be photographed with another man but there was no point in telling him since you couldn’t even tell him who it was.

at least that’s how you were trying to rationalize it in your head. truth is you didn’t want him to be worried about something he shouldn’t be. this comes with the job and sometimes it isn’t the ideal situation but it has been and always will be strictly professional.

you walked on set wearing your cover-up, just a simple bathrobe, before making your way to timothée who stood by himself scrolling through his phone. there was no way you were gonna spend the next hour with this guy being basically naked and not introduce yourself. he was already topless and in his jeans with his calvin briefs showing.

“sorry to bother,” you began. “my name is y/n. i just wanted to introduce myself before we started the shoot.”

his green eyes flicked up from his phone and in one motion he locked it, shoved it in his back pocket and stuck out his hand. “yes, hi! i’m timothée but you can call me timmy if you want.”

you shook his hand and smiled. “it’s nice to finally meet you! i love your films, especially your latest one, bones and all? it was phenomenal.”

he began shaking his head, his loose curls moving freely. “enough enough,” he nervously chuckled.

“no, i mean it! me and my boyfriend were sobbing at the end of it. you ever seen a professional footballer cry at a film? it’s the funniest thing,” you laugh. yes, you had to make sure you subtly dropped the b-word in case the frenchman had any funny ideas.

“oh that’s sick! not the crying part but the boyfriend being a football player. what club does he play for?”

“chelsea,” you answered with a proud smile.

“you’re lying!” timothée eyes widened. “dude, that’s my team! who is it?!”

you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. “It’s ben chilwell.”

“ah, what a guy!”

“i know!” you sighed with content. “hey! you should totally come to a game whenever you’re back in the city. ben would love you!”

“i think i’d have a fangirl moment,” he whispered jokingly.

it was then that the photographer announced that she was ready and turned on loud pop music. you took off your robe and handed it to an assistant behind the camera. the only clothing item you adorned was a white calvin klein underwear. this shoot was probably the most revealing one you’ve ever done but breaking the ice with timothée earlier took the edge off a little.

you and timothée stood against a grey backdrop and the photographer started firing off instructions.

“closer together please!”

“yes! timothée, put your arm around y/n!”

“y/n, press yourself against him!”

you moved closer and put your boobs against timothée’s bare chest with only your nipple pasties creating a thin barrier.

you snaked your arms around his torso and arched your back the tiniest bit. “you can put your hand on my lower back,” you whispered.

“oh, okay,” he moved his hand to your lower back with his fingers slightly grazing the top of your ass.

“OH YEAH, THAT’S THE MONEY SHOT!” the photographer yelled out which caused you and timothée to break out with laughter.

five outfit changes and hundreds of poses later, you were finally done for the day. you thanked the crew and made sure to grab timothée’s number because he seemed like a genuine guy and you were serious about the invite to a chelsea match.

with photoshoots, unless it’s in a magazine or a runway, you never know when the pictures drop so there wasn’t much time to prepare your boyfriend. to be fair there is never a good time for a man to see pictures of his girlfriend wrapped around another man while topless.

a couple months later, ben was getting ready for training when he felt his phone vibrate. he was getting a couple of twitter notifications so he opened the bird app. one tweet he was tagged in read: @BenChilwell ur gf is sooo hot wtf

ben smiled because he already knew that but the smile quickly faded as he pressed on the tweet and saw what they were referring to.

ben had forgotten how to breathe for a second. he couldn’t believe his eyes. here you were practically naked hugging timothée chalamet, one of the hottest stars in hollywood and one of your favourite actors.

he sat down before the empty locker room started to spin. when was this? why would you keep this from him? did you like being pressed up against timothée like that? did you enjoy it more than you did hugging him?

then rage hit him as he noticed timothée’s hand placement. how dare he placed his hand on your ass like that? didn’t he know that you had a boyfriend?

ben knew he was spiralling but he couldn’t help himself. this was probably the worst time to have seen this (it would have been better if he didn’t at all be honest) right before a full day of training.

he took a few deep breaths collecting himself before tying up his sneakers and heading to the gym.

you didn't get many off days but when you did, you spent it at home in sweatpants and one of ben’s shirts. your day would have been better if you and ben never left the bed but duty called, the man had training. before he left, ben had made you a cup of tea just the way you liked it and gave you many sloppy kisses so you were content and completely oblivious to the fact that the calvin klein twitter account had put up your photos with timothée and the internet was eating it up.

you had a productive day cleaning the house, getting work done and reading nearly a hundred pages of your book.

it was nearing 6 p.m. so you made your way to the kitchen, put on some post malone and got to work on dinner you and ben. it was about half an hour later and you were dancing to one of your favourite songs, candy paint, before the music stopped abruptly.

“wh—oh hi bennny,” you turned around and saw your boyfriend leaning against the kitchen entrance holding your phone.

“i was listening to that, you know?” you shuffled over to him and took your phone out of his hand to resume the song but when you went in to kiss his cheek, he backed away.

considering he still hadn’t made fun of your dancing and now avoided the kiss, you had a strong feeling that something was off. “babe, what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know you tell me… or better yet i’ll ask timothée, you know, your new mate,” ben’s voice was filled with quiet rage.

“so the calvin klein campaign is out,” you stated.

“yes, it's out. for the whole world to see. and you’re fucking naked!” he was starting to raise his voice which he never did with you.

“okay, we can discuss this like level headed adults or not at all because i won’t stand for you yelling at me,” you replied. you loved ben with your entire heart but there are some things you wouldn’t accept. “so do you want to talk about it?”

ben rubbed a tired hand over his face and nodded.

“okay, then let’s take this to the couch,” you suggested. you made sure you turned everything off in the kitchen before going to him.

you took a quick breath before you began. “ben my love, i am a model. this is my job. everything and everyone was professional to a t.”

“okay, cool. it’s your job, i get that and i support it, you know i do,"

you nodded because it was true. ben was your biggest fan and supported from the day you two began dating. he catually slid into your dms to tell you you looked great walking down a runway almost a year ago.

"what i can’t support is my girlfriend pressing her naked body on a man she told me was attractive not too long ago,”

“first of all, timmy is a friend—"

“timmy, yeah? you’re on a nickname basis with him?”

“let me finish… second of all, you are right,” you come clean. “i made a mistake not telling you that day because i didn’t want this, for us to argue over something so meaningless. i know now that i was only delaying the inevitable and i am sorry but timothée was nice and respectful and understood my boundaries,”

“boundaries? what boundaries? his hand was on your arse,” he scoffed.

“it was on my lower back,” you corrected him but leaned inro his ear to say, “because my ass is reserved only for you,”

in a swift motion, ben had managed to pull you into his lap which made you laugh. you ran a hand through his dryish hair. “my ass, my heart. it’s all yours, ben james chilwell,”

he smiled for the first time that day. a relief washed over him hearing those sweat words but ben wanted to make a point. he trailed his fingers up your legs.

“so you’re absolutely not interested in timothée?” he questioned.

“how could i be when i have you?”

“good answer. tell me one more thing,” he said as his fingers made it to the top of your thighs and cupped your heat over your sweatpants. “what about this? who does this belong to?”

you let out a slight moan. “you...only you,”

“that’s what I thought,” he smirked before he captured your lips with a searing kiss. you kissed back with equal force while grinding on his hand.

within a matter of moments, what you two were arguing about was forgotten because all you really wanted to do was be wrapped up in each other.

hope you enjoyed x

p.s. pls look at this ben chilwell edit i found last night WITH A TIMOTHÉE INTRO?! it couldn't be more fitting lmao

#one shot #football one shot #football imagine #ben chilwell #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell imagine #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x reader #bc21 #ben chilwell one shot

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meetmyothersouls · 8 months

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Halloween Special

🎃 Hello Everyone 👻

Welcome to my second annual Halloween Special! So happy to be bringing this back for my followers this year! Last year it was a big hit and I’m even more excited this year since I’ll have two people to write for! For the rest of September and all of October I will be writing imagines for Jonah Hauer-King and Timothee Chalamet that are all horror, spooky, and fall themed! With this, I am able to combine two things that I am passionate about: writing & horror!

Here’s how it works:

I will pin this post and below will be a list of prompts and a brief description of what I can do with each prompt. I will have a selection for JHK and TC. Most of these will be stand alone works but if there’s is a part two wanted I will gladly write one! Of corked if you want to send in your own spooky request feel free to do so!

Here we go!

Jonah Hauer-King

🎃 Pumpkin Patch/Corn Maze - Reader and Jonah have a cute fall date in this setting.

👻 Detective Work - Reader is a detective investigating a gruesome murder with her new partner Jonah.

🎃 The Through Hike - A series I planned but haven’t stared yet. It involves mountains and zombies. I’ll leave it at that 🤭

👻 Room Service - Reader is a house keeper at a hotel when a man keeps calling her into his room with a strange request.

🎃 I’m Scared - Reader is camping for the first time with Jonah.

👻 Who You Gonna Call? - Reader is a famous ghost hunter and brings her boyfriend Jonah on one of her expeditions.

🎃 Surprise Me! - I’ll create an original spooky story just for you!

👻 Pick Your Poison - Give me your own ideas and I’ll turn it into a story!

Timothee Chalamet

🎃 Please Continue - I’ll continue any prompt from last years Halloween Special (located in Masterlist Vol. 2)

👻 Cruise of Nightmares - Reader and Timothee go on a cruise but after a storm things seem…off.

🎃 One of us is Lying - A golden age murder mystery. Someone in the house has killed the maid and no one’s leaving until we find out who.

👻 Skinwalker - Something seems weird about Timothee’s new friend.

🎃 You’re not Scared, Are You? - Reader takes Timothee to a haunted house.

👻 I’ve Got a Secret - Reader and Timothee are newly dating and reader is definitely hiding something.

🎃 Surprise Me! - I’ll created a story just for you!

👻 - Pick Your Poison - Give me your own ideas and I’ll turn it into a story!

I’ll change the prompts up in October or if we’ve gone through all of them before then!

For now, I’ll link Masterlist Vol. 3 here so you can all access it still.

Jonah tags: @danielabetancourth @luna2034 @wandamaximoffbae @twinkledinkleg-blog @justagirlwholovedtoread @nonsensical-nonsence @paramorelvrr @thedonswife13 @miniemonie2001 1 @jonahhauer-kingg

Timothee tags: @dayafied @soulofendlessbook @fashphotolife @scentedkittenperfection @weasleytwinscumslut @timotheel0ver @mxciscastleintheair @marvelmaniac2000 @lovelyrocker @divine-1 @love-poems-only @starberry-cake @inlovewithphantasy @alexagirlie @misswestfall @softhecreator @livresjaunes @timmymyluv @inannamoon @harrys-thick-thighs @s-we-e-t-t-ea @timolaurence @its-schmackin-dude @justagirlwhoneedshelp @kteezy997 @sufferingstarlight @xoxoloverb @tropicalrozmajzl @iloveneilperry @syirnge @patronsaintofthetwinks @roseboysareprettier @onlyenoughiamweird

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Pairings: Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Summary: Timothée has been stressed out, you have the perfect plan to help him de-stress.

Warnings: smuttttt, strip tease, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 2.9k+

Authors Note: thank you for bearing with me, I’m sorry about my terrible schedule. I hope this is what you wanted lovely! If it’s not, I can re-write it for you later ! This request was so naughty I loved it. This won’t be proofread until I wake up tomorrow, any errors will be fixed then. I apologize. Love yall, goodnight.

You took a deep breath, standing in front of your bathroom door. He was on the other side of the door, you were sure. He was ready for whatever you had came up with. Timothée had been so stressed out lately, you vowed to help him de-stress. He had no idea what you could’ve meant, until he heard your instructions. You had asked him, voice laced with honey, to sit on a chair and wait for you. You had spent the next ten minutes hyping yourself up and getting dressed in a brand new agent provocateur set. The lace accentuated everything you wanted it to and nothing you didn’t. The finishing touch was one of his silk dress shirts that matched with everything else you had on, except for the gold necklace that he had gifted you that dripped down your neck. You looked ravishing, it was definitely going to be hard for him to keep his hands off of you. That became even more obvious once you opened the door, shoulder resting against the frame delicately. His eyes grew twice their size as he gazed at you from his place against a chair. He desperately wanted to get up and embrace you, kiss you all over, get on his knees. But he couldn’t. He was metaphorically glued to his seat.

“Wow,” he breathed, becoming visibly frustrated. His hand ran through his curly hair, eyes never leaving you. “I’ll never be able to look at that shirt the same way ever again.” He flashed the signature Chalamet smirk and you knew you would do anything that he asked.

“You gonna get hard every time you see it now? Will you picture me?” You sauntered over to him, slowly. Just slow enough to pull a groan from his pretty lips. He wanted to protest, but he didn’t. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, nearly sinking deeper as he anticipated you just being closer to him. Close enough to touch.

“God, yes.” He muttered, looking at you like he had never seen someone so marvelous in his entire life. To his surprise, you sank into your rightful place on his lap. Your hands were immediately making purchase on his chest, feeling everywhere they could, fingers dipping against the smooth shirt that hugged his frame. That wouldn’t do, your hands got to work, slipping it off of him, before you could even think about it. You admired the way he looked with his arms in the air. “I wish I could tie you up,” you tutted “but that seems unfair.”

“Another time?” Timothée questioned, you couldn’t sense a joking manor in his tone. So you took a mental note of that, humming in response, your fingertips glazing down the underside of his arms before he returned them to his sides. The feeling of his smooth, warm flesh made you want to worship him, worship the ground that he walked on. You held back the feelings, fearing that might be too much of an ego boost for your boy. Worshipping him in silence seemed like a comfortable and lovely thing to do right in this moment, however. That couldn’t hurt. Could it?

You crawled out from his lap, making sure to brush yourself against his growing erection as you did so. His hips buckled upwards involuntarily and he held back a whimper as he watched you sink to your knees. He couldn’t believe his eyes or his racing heart as you ignored his very obvious problem. You relaxed, sitting on your knees as you lifted his left leg. You pressed soft kisses to his ankle before you set off to give him a trail of kisses up his calf. Goosebumps rose in the absence of your lips. Timothée’s hands attempted to make home in your hair but you gently pushed his hands away. A silent plea to behave himself, and he did. His hands returned to gripping the arms of the chair. He relaxed into your kisses as you returned the favor with his other leg, planting kisses so sweetly, tears threatened to prick in his eyes. When you sat up from your position he really wanted to cry. You placed your hands on his spread knees and turned with your back facing him. You swiveled your hips downward to brush against him and he whined. Loudly.

“No,” you scolded, a tenderness only shared by lovers seeded in your voice “Until I tell you, you can only touch yourself.”

“Fuck,” Timothée huffed, hips desperately itching to inch forward into your inviting heat. “Why are you doing this to me? You look too good for me to not be touching you.” His tone was playful but the facade faded when you glanced back at him, pressing your hips deeper against his lap, wetness growing between your legs at the feeling of his arousal.

He couldn’t believe the words that came from you next, he couldn’t believe such filthy ideas could come from such an angel. “Hm, you’ll get your turn. But for now, just enjoy the show.” With that, you peeled yourself from his lap and took a couple steps away from where he sat. Timothée gazed at you, anticipation forming in his gut.

You started to sway your hips for him and ran your hands up your body, taking special attention to your chest, pinching harshly against the exposed skin. You gasped at the feeling and your eyes darted to him. His mouth hung open slightly, looking like he was entranced by what was unfolding in front of him. Your hands travelled back down your body, down to your hips and thighs. You felt only a little nervous having him watch you like this. Not too nervous to dip a hand over your panties and run your middle finger over your clothed slit. “So good for me.”

You hooked a delicate finger under the hem of your panties, scrunching the silk upwards, it ground against your clit and you mewled quietly at the sensation. You tugged on it a couple of times teasingly, the fabric riding up farther with each movement. Timothée watched intently as the fabric bunched together around your heat, outlining it lewdly.

Your pupils blew impossibly large as you caught a glimpse of him shifting around in his seat to push his flame printed shorts down his milky thighs, instantly grasping his cock in his hand. Timothée spit into his freehand and you swore your knees might buckle any second at the sight of it.

You continued on, swaying your hips for him. He hissed quietly, eyes starting to feel glossy as you let go of the taut fabric and it snapped against your flesh with a beautiful sound. “Off,” he whined “Need to see it.” His hips rutted against his hand as he finally started to stroke himself, needy for you already.

You wanted to obey him but you fought the urge, suddenly ignoring the expensive panties that sat on your hips. You turned your attention to his shirt that hung from one of your shoulders. You pulled it all the way around yourself, completely covering yourself for only a moment before you were sliding it down your arms. You turned around for him as it started to completely slip off and he could finally get a good view of your ass. When it fell to the floor in a pool of silken waves around your feet, you bent over for him, skimming a finger over your leg as you did so. You couldn’t see his face, but you could hear how much he was enjoying himself. Timothée was babbling your name over and over as if he was praying to you. You felt your cheeks heat up at the sound of it. So saccharine. The both of you had a sweet tooth. You caught hold of the article and when you stood again, you tossed it over his way.

You unclipped your bra and he grumbled when he couldn’t see your chest as you freed yourself from the garment. When you turned to face him, your hands were covering your tits, kneading gently. “Oh fuck.” Timothée keened “Look at you, baby.”

Your hands movements became more aggressive and your left nipple peaked in between your fingers so you took the opportunity to pinchit harshly. Your back arched slightly and his own movements sped up, tongue coming out to glide against his lower lip. “So good, baby.” Timothée purred and you moved your hands away from your chest, running one finger down your stomach to dip into your panties. “So pretty.”

You huffed quietly in frustration and drug your fingertip along your soaked slit and you shivered tenderly. You finally slipped off the one thing he wanted off the most. He was obsessed with your pussy. He thought about it all the time. How pretty it is, how cathartic it feels to be inside of it, how it constricts around his long fingers when he would just barely brush along your sweet spot. Timothée knew exactly where it was and when to use it. He loved to brag about it. “Play with yourself for me. Please.” Since when did he start giving the instructions around here? It was an inviting request, so you needed to indulge him. Or maybe indulge yourself.

The silken fabric bunched at your knees and he watched as you started to rub two fingertips against your clit in slow motions. “Yeah, honey.” Timothée cooed. “Show me that pretty pussy, please.” Your heart thumped wildly in your chest, threatening to burst out of your chest.

“Oh Timo!” You whimpered, lust obvious in your voice. It was high pitched and needy. “Je t'aime!”

“Je t'aime aussi!” He grinned and raised an eyebrow at you, secretly loving how needy you were for him even though you were the one who was supposed to be in charge tonight. “Sur ton dos** You know how to show me.”

You didn’t reply, you just nodded and clambered to your knees before you lowered your back to the floor. You managed to prop yourself up and look up at him from where you lay. Your gaze’ catch as you finally display yourself for him, legs spreading slowly. Timothée’s jaw goes slack and he moans quietly, nodding his head for you to continue. A wave of unnecessary bashfulness washes over you and you’re covering your heat but he can still see the streaks of slick that coat your thighs. “This performance isn’t going to last very long.” Asserted the raven haired boy. You knew he was right. You finally give in to exactly it was that he wanted. Shaky fingers reached at either one of your lips and you were spreading them apart. Your eyes flittered away from from his and went to focus on anywhere else. He groaned and you felt your walls tighten around air, where his fingers or his cock should have been.

“So amazing, mon amour. Now show me how you do it.” Everything felt so raw and primal. Your guided a finger to your clit and returned to rubbing small circles against the wet nerve endings. Your hips rutted up against the touch, subconsciously still focused on giving him a show. Your focus glued to his thumbs as they rubbed over his swollen tip. You so badly wanted to touch it.

The sound of your middle finger pressing past your tight entrance and into your warm heat and pulling it out the first couple of times could have sent Timothée to heaven. His eyelids became heavy and he groaned loudly, hips thrusting upwards into his fist. His sounds only made you wetter and neither of you thought you could handle it any longer.

You pulled the sloppy finger out and rubbed it against your folds, head dipping back. A long, drawn out mewl is pulled from your lips followed by a whine of “Timothéeee.” This is what makes him stop playing along. The sound of you playing with yourself with curses of his name was one thing. The sight of your glistening finger and your needy expression? That didn’t help at all.

“Can’t anymore!” Timothée chokes. “I need to fuck you, please.” Even when he’s desperate, he’s still polite. Heat rises to your cheeks again before you can even notice him leaping from his chair and crawling over your shaking form. He looks at you for approval and when you giggle and roll your eyes at him, as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world, he knows he’s got it. He’s ducking his head down to dip above your shoulder and he’s pressing big, wet kisses to your neck. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, his hips rut forward against you, the skin of his cock rubbing against your clit. You gasp quietly, over and over, pushing your hips up to meet his.

He pulls away from you, despite your grumbling and is suddenly grasping your ankles and pulling them up, pushing them away from his body. You look up at him, wide eyed. Timothée sports a mischievous grin as he rubs the tip of his cock against your glistening folds. His hands never leave your ankles; leaving you at an almost sixty degree angle. He wanted to say something about how good you looked, nearly bent in half for him but he decided to save that for later. For now, he needed to sheath himself inside of you. He needed to feel your warm walls move and throb around him. He knew you’d be throbbing for him already. His mouth salivated at the thought.

“Oh, fuck!” You whined, you wanted to smack at his chest, in jest of course. He finally started to push in, just the tip of him laid inside of you. “Timothée, please.”

“Timothée, what, baby?” He cooed, enjoying this power way too much for your liking.

“Oh, c’mon!” Your voice was more of a whimper than anything and you desperately oscillated your hips, urging him on. “More!”

“Greedy, honey. You want some more?” You nodded quickly at his question and you gripped at his shoulder, trying to pull him in closer. “You’re so hungry for my cock.”

“So hungry for it, fuck me. Please.” You begged him now, tears threatening to spill. The need for him twisted in your stomach and you needed him to fix it.

“Like this?” He finally completely sheathed himself inside of you as extra punctuation for his sentence, his pelvic bone hitting yours.

You resisted the urge to cry out shamelessly and loudly. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction just yet. You pressed your hips forward, to try and get more of him inside of you, even if it wasn’t possible because of how far he was already inside of you. Sometimes you’d catch him staring at the image of the outline of his cock poking out of your stomach. He was obsessed with it. Obsessed with filling you up. So full with him that you could see it from the outside. He shivered at the thought and began to thrust forward, gripping at your ankles tighter. The scene was vulgar as he took you on the floor, ankles high in the air as he slammed his cock into you without mercy.

“Feels so good, Timothée!” This time you do cry out and he can tell you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself. It makes his chest fill with pride and even though he can feel his orgasm approaching, he doesn’t relent, snapping his hips forward quickly. His hand goes to wrap around your throat and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as he does so. He pressed his fingers at the sides gently.

Before you can even process this, his hand leaves your neck and dips down to where he’s dragging his cock in and out of your sopping heat. Timothée presses his thumb to the top of your clit, rolling it gently, the pad of his thumb dampening as he does so.

He can’t do anything else, until he feels your walls clench around him without warning and your back is arching off of the hardwood floor with another cry of his name. He swears he’ll never get sick of hearing that.

“Oh fuck, darling.” He grunted, “that felt so good. You feel so fucking good.” The praise made another knot form quickly in your stomach. You quickly reached up to grip his bicep and you rutted your hips against his.

Soon enough, he pressed his thumb down and on one particularly delicious swipe of his cock against your sweet spot you were coming completely done around him. You wailed out, a chorus of “fuck” and “Timothée!” seemed to be the only words in your vocabulary. You cried them out over and over, legs shaking. At this point, he could hardly keep your legs up. So he let go and you ankles fell to his shoulders. He pushed your thighs up and spread them, burying his face into your neck. His thrusts started to become slow and sloppy, just like his kisses were in that moment.

He pushed forward, slotting against your pelvic bone, thrusting three more times before he stilled, cumming inside of you in one motion. When he was finished, he gasped out for air, arms wrapping around your midsection. You were both catching up your breathing when he spoke words of gratitude that send a shiver down your spine “Thanks for helping me unwind, angel.”

#timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet smut #timothee chalamet fanfic #timothee chalamet one shot #timothée chalamet imagine #timothèe chalamet smut

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http-alexademie · 2 years

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🎰…..thanks for 642 followers <3333

also i watched the teaser for “the idol” with lily rose and the weekend so this is inspired it a bit…

y/i/n

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y/i/n The sleaziest love story in all of Hollywood ❤️, #THEIDOL coming soon.

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y/nfan000 the first time we hear from u in months and we find out u have a new show coming out?😭

y/nfan226 ok, y/f/n and the freaking weekend…to die for

abelfan3 ikr a duo i never saw coming

y/nfan567 omg is that Jennie Ruby Lane???

y/i/nfan69 well,well,well y/n… very hot

theweekend 🔥

y/nfan222 this show looks like it’s abt to become my new personality

timfan52 i am so in love with you

randomfan2 if it’s a HBO show y’all already know it’s about to be good

y/nfan27 body goals

y/i/nfan62 no cus this is legendary

timmyfan09 mommy…

y/i/n.updates

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y/i/n.updates y/f/n and Timothèe Chalamet both seen taking pictures with fans yesterday near Rodeo Drive!!

y/nfan224 icons

timfan111 wish that was me😞

timmyfan5 of to cali we go ✈️

y/nfan56 we are being fed

timfan68 wow they are so fineee

y/nfan17 wait were they together?

y/i/n.updates pretty sure

timmyfan693 i’m still recovering from the pain of how timothèe deleted all his posts 😓🙏

y/i/nfan09 this duo🙌

timfan62 omg tim just posted to his story 😫

tchalamet added to their story!

y/i/n

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y/i/n 🐰🎰🐇

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y/nfan09 this is very random.,.

y/nfan26 let’s just be greatfull of how active she is atm 🙏

randomfan2 loving that second pic,hit me up

timfan36 i hope u brought that magazine

y/i/n ofc i did, got to support my man

y/nfan53 her mannnnn🤭

y/i/nfan69 i think we just got conformation of y/n and timmy being together

timfan4 no

y/nfan111 my dream is to smoke with u

tchalamet are u stalking me???

y/i/n not any more than u stalk me ;)

y/i/nfan222 first ur new show is coming soon now this…idk how to live anymore

y/nfan27 hottest due idc

y/nfan06 ur my definition of comfort 😓

timfan63 i just swallowed my phone whole

y/nfan53 i have a spiritual connection to this post

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all-my-love-for-harry · 2 years

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[ requests are open ]

these stories + more stories can be found on my wattpad

series;

Lover. [coming soon]

one shots;

my happy little pill. [ oc ]

social media au;

around the world.

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timchalamet-devoted · 1 year

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One in a million

This one's lovely and short. ( pure fluff )

Summary: You and Timmy spontaneously go star-gazing together

Pairing: fem reader x Timothée

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Your heels in your hands, your bare feet sunk into the soft bedding of grass, slightly wet from the drizzle a few hours prior.

Your yellow summer dress bilowed behind you as you raced hand in hand to the top of the hill, stumbling over your own legs.

Due to the several drinks you had, you had to admit you were both rather tipsy, heads spinning and wild laughs escaping your mouths.

When you made it to the top, Timmy tackled you the ground, earning a yelp from you, and rolled you over onto your back so that you were facing the midnight sky. He then lowered himself next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side.

Looks like you were lucky: there wasn't a cloud in sight, and you could clearly see the millions if stars that peppered the dark sky.

You layed there in silence, your pants slowing down, into calmer breaths. You were always fond of stars, mesmerised by their gentle beauty and intricate patterns. You felt as though you could stare at them for days one end and never get bored. And it was even better with Timmy by your side. You were completely at ease.

You felt his gaze on you, and turned your head to your side, meeting his green eyes. They were soft and filled with love. He smiled at you kindly, before reaching over to grab your hand and raising it along with his into the air. He gently guided yours, tracing imaginary lines in the night sky with your extended finger, naming the constellations he knew.

" You know, there are millions of stars in tis universe, and yet not one shines as bright as you."

His voice spoke quietly into the night, rippling the silence around you.

You tore your eyes away from the glowing orbs once more, and buried your face into the crook of his neck sighing contently at the warmth and safety it provided. Your heart swelled with adoration and joy.

"Mon amour, you are one in a million"

#timothee #timothee chalamet #timothée #timothee fluff #timothee imagine #timothee x reader #timothee x y/n #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet fluff #timothee one-shot

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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hiii this is my first request ever and I was wondering if you could do a timmy angst fic! I identify as female so maybe something where he neglects reader pls

BROKEN BOUNDARIES

this ask definitely tapped into my subconscious, writing this felt super super personal.

NOT PROOF READ AT ALLL.

WARNINGS: angst, toxic!Timothée, toxic!Reader, foul language, ANNGSTTTT.

let me know if I missed anything.

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He was away for work again.

He’s away for work and for the first week he called me non-stop, texted me between cuts, until he wasn’t. I simply chalked it up to the fact his scenes were getting more intense, there would be more takes, not as much free time.

It’s been a week since he last called me, now there’s only two days before he comes home.

Of course he texted me a few times letting me know what he was doing on set and how much he missed me, but days since I had heard his voice. It killed me to miss my boy so much.

And then came the pictures.

The day he was coming home I found out he indeed had time to call me. Instead the days, almost weeks before his arrival, he was pent up on yachts, going to clubs, even a very lengthy outing with his co-stars the night prior to his flight. It wasn’t that I had an issue with him having fun, it wasn’t about cheating, not about a type of envy having the bonding experiences you should with your co-workers as an actor.

It’s completely about the fact he intentionally didn’t call for seven days and I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, what I feel is strictly pain.

I throw my phone down on the bed and collapse on the surface just the same.

I love him with my entire being and I know he does too, or I thought? Does he in this moment? I feel almost betrayed, I feel forgotten, put off.

This is not the first, second, or third time something like this has happened— Honestly, I’d lost count during the years of us being together. It was a fact of principle and that I had made a point to tell him the last time, that it hurts, it hurts deeply to be so disregarded.

I could cry, but that wouldn’t get me anywhere, right? I could blow his phone up with how hurtful it is, but that would also be a dead end.

I rake my mind for solutions. I laid there for what felt like hours before picking up my phone.

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‘Hey!’ My friend answers.

“Hey, are you busy this weekend?” I ask.

‘No not at all, why what’s up?’

“I’m- I was wondering if I could come up there for a day or two, I need a girls weekend.” I sigh.

‘You know you’re always welcome here. Why are you even asking? Are you okay?’ She questions.

I let a tear slip and steady my voice, “No, yeah I just need a couple days for me. I’ve been in the house for nearly two months.” I try and manage a chuckle.

‘Will you be here tonight? I thought Tim was..coming back today?’ She prods cautiously.

“He is but I-,” I close my eyes and will myself to be calm, “I’ll explain when I get there okay?” I nearly whisper, two more tears fall from my eyes. There was a pause.

‘Let me know when you leave, okay? I love you.’

“I love you too.” I end the call, getting to my feet and start packing my bag.

It wasn’t long before I had everything I needed for the weekend, I sit the duffle bag on the bed before showering and changing into a clean comfortable outfit. I check the time.

‘7:32 PM’

I could be there in two hours if I leave now I thought to myself.

I rip some notebook paper from an old journal and write Timothée a note explaining where I am, who I’m with, and that my phone won’t be on.

Petty? Probably. But it feels good.

I make my way down the steps and move to open the front door only to have it opened for me.

“My love!” He embraces me, I use my free hand to wrap around him, I indulge the feeling remembering how his warmth feel, how he smells, before pulling away.

“I missed you, missed you so much.” He beams as he kisses my head, standing before me with a wide smile until he saw my bag. I curse myself mentally.

“Where are you going?” He questions, I step aside and he steps into the loft setting his bags down.

I remain silent for a minute, taking him in. He didn’t look the least bit fatigued by the 14-hour flight, by being away for such a period, he looked well rested even. Meanwhile I could feel the bags under my eyes, the knot in my throat prevents me from saying anything immediately, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“I um-“ I press my temples with my free hand, “I’m gonna go to The Hamptons, to Rae’s, for the weekend. I just need some time to myself-“ I finally get out.

His face falters and I can feel the tension thicken like being drowned by waves, “Baby, I just got back, please just stay til the morning ?” He cuts in before caressing my face with a grin like nothing was wrong.

This tension is one-sided.

I look up into his eyes feeling myself tear up, “No. No I can’t.” I say quietly, pulling in a sharp breath, “Timothée you— I cant keep getting put off. I can’t keep getting treated as second when you’re away you-“ Hot tears fall down my cheeks, i drop the bag, he lets me go, “I told you how shitty it feels, multiple times, you keep doing it. Why?” My voice breaks as the tears continue to fall.

“W-What do you mean? How shitty what feels?” His voice raises slightly, his face scrunched looking at me.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about.” I let out a soft chuckle, tears continuously streaming down my face, “You act like you do nothing wrong regardless of how many times I bring it up-“

“I didn’t do shit-“ Hee cuts in.

“No Timotheé! You did the ONE fucking thing you always do! You’ve had a whole week to talk to me, seven days! I’ve gotten a mere text for half those if that, I saw the pictures-” I choke on the word, his jaw clenches, “Pictures of what!” He moves closer as he yells, “What did I do-“ I cut him off.

“You’ve been fucking off for nearly two weeks, not caring how it would make me feel, you’re girlfriend,” I’m sobbing now, “Remember me?” I take in a heavy breath.

“I haven’t been fucking off? I do care how you feel I just-“

“It takes seconds to call and let me hear your voice,” I run my hands roughly through my hair, “Seconds that you couldn’t fucking spare out of a week plus!”

“Baby please-‘ He moves to grab my hands.

“No, you don’t get to charm your way out of this,” I wipe my face, “Not this time.” I push past him and grab my bag heading towards the door, I feel resistance.

His hand tightens around the back straps of my bag, “Please don’t, please, I’m,” He pulls me closer to him, caressing my face with his hands, “I’m sorry, please,e Ii’m sorry-“

Tears pool in our eyes as we stare at one another, “Please don’t leave-“ He closes his eyes and sets his forehead on me, his tears falling against my cheek as my own mix with them.

I take a shaky breath, “You keep breaking the boundaries I’ve set,” I sniffle, “I’m tired of being disappointed,” I look up, meeting is teary eyes, “By your empty promises.”

I pull away from his embrace and gather my things, walking to the door, “There’s a note for you upstairs.” I call back not looking at him.

“I love you.” He chokes.

I glance over my shoulder at him, opening the door and throwing my things in the back of my car, starting my drive to The Hamptons.

I see the half mark sign and feel an overwhelming sadness, hot tears testing my eyes. I blink them back.

Love is kind, love is patient.

Love does not dishonor.

Love does not fail.

“You’re okay. It’s gonna be fine.” I repeat to myself.

Love always perseveres.

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Worries and apologies

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

I slammed the passenger door of my fiancé's car shut as I stormed inside mine and Timothée’s house, not caring enough to wait for him to get out of the car. I walked into our bedroom, crawling into bed, and pulling the blanket up to my neck, my back facing the door.

I sat there taking in everything that had happened earlier that day, growing more upset as I replayed Timothée screaming at me in front of our family and friends over and over again in my head.

Timothée and I had planned on going to dinner with our close friends and family as a way of spending our 3 year anniversary, but it didn't go as any of us expected. We ended up getting into an argument before we could even leave the restaurant.

I laid in the dark as tears started to form in my eyes as I tried to sink further into the mattress, wishing that I could just disappear.

I eventually decided that I was going to stay at a hotel for a few days, since I figured Timothée wouldn't want to see me. I grabbed the telephone that was on the side table, dialing a hotel's number as I waited for them to pick up. Once they did, they informed me that there would be an available spot in an hour. They said that they just needed to get it cleaned and that they would call back when it was ready. So I made a reservation before I got up from my bed, walking into my closet, grabbing my pajamas and a couple of outfits before stuffing them into a small bag. I went back into bed, waiting for the phone to ring, when I heard the bedroom door opening and then slamming shut. I jumped a little at the noise as I pulled the blanket up more, hoping that he wouldn't try to talk to me. However, my hopefulness soon disappeared as I felt the bed dip.

I pulled the blanket further up my body, as I tried to pretend that he wasn't there. Which worked up until I felt his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him until my back hit his chest, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. I sat there, not moving, waiting for him to talk. It didn't take long before I heard him speaking in a calming tone, slightly whispering. He almost never spoke that way with me unless he knew I was unhappy with him. He thinks that if he lowers his volume, it will make up for raising his voice at me, but it doesn't.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for earlier. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you. It won't happen again, I promise." He said, pressing a kiss on my neck with every word he spoke.

I knew that what he was telling me was the truth, but I couldn't help but feel like it wasn't. So I stayed put. I felt him holding onto me tighter as I started to feel bad. I was about to roll over when I heard the phone starting to ring, "hello, who is this?" I heard Timothée say, as I closed my eyes, hoping that it wasn't the hotel.

"Oh uh no I would like to cancel that reservation." He said in a serious tone.

I looked up seeing him with an unreadable look on his face, soon enough he put the phone down as he turned to the side to face me, "You were going to leave?" He asked me, moving a strand of hair away from my eyes.

I didn't know what to say. How could I tell the man I am about to marry that I was thinking of leaving him for a few days? So I just nodded my head.

"Please don't ever leave me, I'm so sorry." Timothée said, his voice breaking, before engulfing me into a tight hug.

"I won't, I’m sorry, I forgive you," I whispered in his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with the tips of his hair.

"Promise?" He asked, keeping his head into my neck, not wanting to look at me.

"I promise," I said, pressing a kiss on the top of his head as I pulled his body closer to mine, my heart melting when he wrapped his arms around me.

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i don't care | Laurie Laurence

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Inside one of the rooms of the march residence lay the feverish body of one of the sisters, to be specific, (y/n) March.

the girl might have contracted an illness due to the strain she had been under in recent days. for a moment, her sisters and mother were terrified that perhaps (y/n) had contracted scarlet fever, but luckily that wasn't the case. although she was taken care of by everyone, (y/n) didn't agree with being looked after. it's not that she was stubborn (or maybe she was), she just didn't want her sisters to stop attending to their activities to take care of her.

lying on the bed with both arms behind her head, resting on the pillow, and with a thick blanket covering her from the waist down.

trying to rest for the umpteenth time. but this time (y/n) managed to close her eyes completely.

but suddenly, soft knocks sounded behind the door. (y/n) reluctantly turned her head towards the door. as no one entered or even asked, she rolled her eyes, closed them again, but... the knocks sounded again.

—Jo, if it's you, don't worry, I'm fine, okay? —(y/n) spoke hoarsely.

no one responded.

—Jo? —(y/n) asked without even looking, as she didn't even have her eyes open due to the exhaustion she was feeling.

the sound of the door being opened, along with the echo of boots resonating on the wooden floorboards, filled the room. the small "creak" of the door closing gently was all that could be heard, as if the person entering the room wanted to make as little noise as possible, but the sound of their boots on the wood gave them away. (y/n), who still had her eyes closed, could hear every step, softly echoing in the room, approaching. Until at one moment, they stopped, and (y/n) felt the weight of someone sitting down beside her bed.

opening her eyes slightly and trying to visualize who it was, although at first everything seemed blurry, (y/n) gradually began to recognize the facial features of that person.

—Laurie? —she asked, astonished, as the person smiled gently.

—What are you doing here? —she asked, confused, but with a noticeable discreet smile.

—Jo told me you were in bed, so since everyone had their turn to visit you, I felt like now it was my turn to do so, —Laurie joked, eliciting a small smile from (y/n).

—But putting that aside, how are you feeling? —he asked, changing the subject.

—Do you really want to know? —(y/n) asked, as Laurie nodded in response.

—Terribly indebted to them, —(y/n) blurted out, making Laurie laugh. —You should have seen them coming in and out of the room. I couldn't sleep with the sound of their shoes echoing on the floor, the door opening and closing, and please don't make me remember the sound of their desperate voices. for a moment, I felt like I was dying, —(h/c) laughed, while feeling Laurie rub her hand over the arm that was extended behind (y/n)'s head..

—But amidst all the chaos you're telling me, I see that you're doing well, —he said, rested her hand on the other end of the bed, beside the girl's body.

—Tell my sisters, —said (y/n), placing her arm over her eyes.

at that moment, a small silence filled the room, but oddly enough, it wasn't uncomfortable as some might have expected.

however, that silence and atmosphere were interrupted when (y/n) felt fingers glide over her cheek, the thumb tracing her cheekbone delicately. this caught (y/n)'s attention, causing her to remove her arm from her eyes.

—What are you doing?— she asked

—I'm looking at you, —Laurie joked.

—How silly, —(y/n) murmured, although she regretted it a bit when she noticed Laurie's sudden serious expression, with his head pointing towards the ground. With some effort, she managed to sit up at least, placing her hand on Laurie's shoulder to get his attention. —I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...—

—Don't worry, —Laurie interrupted, —it's not that —he murmured softly at the end.

—Then what is it? —(y/n) asked, confused.

with that, Laurie let out a long sigh that (y/n) could hear. she watched as he turned his gaze towards her. suddenly, Laurie shifted on the bed and slowly extended his hands, taking (y/n)'s hands in his. this gesture made (y/n) nervous due to Laurie's sudden actions.

—(y/n)...— he began, but the realization dawned on (y/n) about what Laurie might say.

—Laurie, no... don't do it, —interrupted with a disappointed voice, pulling her hands away from his.

—What? Why? —Laurie murmured, trying to take (y/n)'s hands again, but she kept them out of his reach.

—Because I know you love Jo, —(y/n) affirmed, noticing Laurie's surprised expression. —I know, —she murmured at the end.

(y/n) turned her gaze away, avoiding Laurie's eyes, while all he did was take the girl's hand again.

—Please, (y/n), please listen —Laurie murmured as he gently caressed her hand. —You're right, I love Jo... but the love I feel for you is different, —he affirmed with determination. With his other hand, he gently held (y/n)'s chin, turning it so their gazes met.

laurie noticed how tiny tears streamed down (y/n)'s cheek. tenderly, he slid his thumb over her eyes, wiping away every trace of sadness he found.

—I mean it, —he murmured. —Why don't you believe me?—

(y/n) shook her head.

—I don't know, —she said between sobs.

—then let me show you. Let me show you that I'm serious, —he murmured, moving closer to she, their faces just inches apart.

laurie, being so close, could feel the warmth emanating from her. he could have joked that perhaps was embarrassed by the moment, but he chose to remain silent, not wanting to ruin the moment.

laurie tenderly held (y/n)'s face in his hands and began to kiss her gently. he started on her cheek, then moved up to her temple and placed another kiss, moving on to her forehead and then to the other cheek. as he did so, he noticed (y/n) starting to giggle. emboldened by the joy of the moment, laurie ventured to give her a sudden kiss on the tip of her nose, eliciting even more laughter and a warm feeling in his heart.

however, at one point, laurie stopped, fixing his gaze on a place he hadn't kissed yet.

(y/n) noticed and warned him.

—If you get sick, Laurie, I'm not going to take care of you —she said, staying just inches away from him.

laurie could only smile as he let his lips meet hers. In that moment, it didn't matter if he couldn't get up tomorrow. All that mattered to him in that moment was what they were sharing.

they both pulled away in search of air, although they kept their foreheads together. In that small space between them, the rapid beating of their hearts resonate like a shared echo of intense emotions.

—i don't care —murmured laurie.

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↳ Note: I made this little one-shot a long time ago and I never could finish it, I always had it as a draft. Also, I saw that the theme of the 'little women' had already gone out of style. So, I didn't want to upload it.now i want to cry ↳ p.s: I just noticed that this has a lot of (y/n) and a lot of Laurie. :D I'll try to improve and not to put so much (y/n).

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