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houseofchalamet · 1 year

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Imagine: Being in a Secret Relationship With Timmy

You'd both agreed that you wanted to keep your relationship a secret for at least the first few months after you started dating. You wanted the privacy to be able to build a stable relationship without feeling like you're under a microscope and the whole world inserting their opinions.

But fans quickly began speculating, and after seeing just how many people were concered with your relationship status, you decided to keep it going for as long as you could. It was funny as hell, and you both loved trolling everyone.

Neither of you ever explicity confirmed or denied dating rumors.

He told his parents and sister that you guys were dating first, and then Zendaya (but only bc she's the only person who knows him well enough to pull the answer out of him) but other than that, you both only tell people you know you can 100% trust.

You both also say "we're friends" a lot because... you are.

Friends who just happen to be dating😏

"We're friends" becomes a meme.

While you're careful not to kiss in front of the paparazzi, you will occasionally hug or hold hands. But Timmy is a naturally touchy person with all his friends, so this doesn't necessarily mean anything.

Fans overanalyze EVERYTHING. Every touch, every look, every word. Funnily enough, the very thing you were trying to avoid when you first started dating is the thing that entertains you both now.

Occasionally, you'll post cheeky Instagram stories of you and Timmy doing debatably intimate things (his hand on your thigh as he drives or hugging at the airport) and the fans go FERAL.

Whenever you post photos of each other, Zendaya or Florence will always play along and comment something like, "Friend goals!!!🔥"

A literal WAR starts on Twitter. #TheyreFriends is trending. Your fans are in the trenches; the battle is bloody. You and Timothee are cuddling in bed, laughing at the whole thing. You still think it's crazy that people are so invested.

As time goes on, it gets more and more difficult to keep the charade up, and you both start getting restless. You want to be able to kiss in public or be able to go on romantic vacations without having to worry about who will see.

You both brainstorm cheeky ways to end it; the grand finale.

Across the world, your fans get an Instagram notification.

"(Y/N) has just posted!"

It's a series of wedding photos. The caption: "Upgraded to BEST friend😎"

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tttchalamettt · 2 months

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Pretty Boy

Summary: Reader makes Timmy use his words to ask for what he wants. Content Warnings: Smut (p in v), sub!Timmy/dom!reader, extremely short. Word count: 460

A tiny whine escaped his throat as I kissed around the sweet spot on his neck. I was being particularly wicked tonight, avoiding all the spots I knew he needed me most.

“Please…” he whimpered.

“Please what?” I purred, flicking my tongue over the sensitive spot on his neck.

“Please,” he tried again. He didn’t like to beg. Thought it made him sound less masculine. I, however, loved hearing his little whimpers and pleas; the cute little noises he made when he needed me so much that he just couldn’t contain it anymore.

“Tell me what you want,” I coaxed, my hands roaming his chest.

“Want youuu,” he whined, his hands running down the curves of my body and finally resting on my hips.

“I’m right here, baby,” I replied innocently, gently biting the spot between his neck and his shoulder and then soothing it with my tongue. He squirmed beneath me, uncomfortably needy.

“Please, (Y/N).”

“I can’t read your mind,” I said. One of my hands drifted up into his beautiful curls. I tugged a little; he always loved that. “I’ll be happy to give you whatever you want. You just have to tell me, baby.”

He let out another frustrated whimper. I could feel his hardness against me. He bit his bottom lip as if it were the only thing holding the words in. I brushed a rogue curl off his forehead, taking his face in my hands and looking deeply into his eyes.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“I want you to ride me!” he finally burst. “Want you to ride me and call me your pretty boy and let me cum inside you. Please, (Y/N)!”

I smiled, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

I pulled his cock out from his boxers and descended on him in an instant, more than happy to give him exactly what he wanted. His head dropped back onto the pillow and he let out a sigh of relief. I set a slow pace, leaning over him. He let out another little moan.

His hands gripped my hips as I began to move faster. I could tell he was trying not to buck up into me and fuck me himself; he wanted me to do it.

“Does that feel good, pretty boy?” I asked.

“So fucking good,” he replied, another moan escaping his lips. “Fuck,” he groaned as I clenched around him. “Gonna cum, (Y/N).”

“Cum inside me,” I whispered in his ear. I felt him explode, the feeling of his hot cum pushing me over the edge.

“Thank you,” he whimpered, his eyes glazed over in post-orgasmic bliss.

I smirked, running my fingers through his hair again. “Any time, pretty boy.”

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bluetimeombre · 2 months

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⭒❃.✮:▹Call it what you want to, part 4!

[finally!! Here’s part 4, sorry it took so long to get up, I’ve been working on many other things that I want to share. Hope you like this one, the next part will be the final FINAL]

liked by... tchalamet, florencepugh, zendaya, tomblyth, tayrussell & others

yourusername: happy birthday tchalamet!! one of these days you'll bring back lil timmy tim. see you soon!!

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user: 'see you soon?!' they're happening!

user: yourusername being the biggest timmy tim fan is the best thing ever

user: i love them

tchalamet: thank you daisy, my daisy

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tchalamet: can't wait to see you

user: ur honour, they're in live

user: HE CALLS HER MY DAISY LIKE THEIR CHARACTERS IN WONKA IM DECEACED

user: hate to be tom rn

user: catch up, they're not together

user: they're not!?

user: happy birthday timmy

user: she's so sweet, urg love her

user: parents

user: i LOVED WONKA

user: isn't timmy in new york and she's been seen alone in london? does that mean they're going to each other

user: we are being fed

user: i swear he was just with kylie

user: they're so cute, you can tell timothee is so in love with her

⭒❃.✮:▹

timothee chalamet is texting ... you

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tchalamet posted on his story…

Caption, 28!

liked by … tomblyth, joshandresrivera, tchalamet, zendaya & others

yourusername: nyc, treat me kindly xoxo

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user: cute!!!!

user: dying rn

user: they’re together for the new year!!! r u kidding me!!!

user: looks like we know what timmy has planned for new years

user: PLS THEYRE so cute

user: no hate to my parents or I’ll kill you

user: mom, I’m going back to dads house

tomblyth: is that my shirt?

yourusername: u mean the shirt you LITERALLY gave me, stfu

user: not together my ass!!!!

user: tomblyth and yourusername all the way

user: she went to new york for his birthday and for new years, she’s in love with him

user: tchalamet and yourusername >>>

user: her and tom are so cute but as friends

user: her and timmy are literal goals

⭒❃.✮:▹

user: GUYS!!! LOOK AT THEM AHH, tchalamet and yourusername at his apartment in New York! They’re so IN LOVE

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user: WHAT

user: what about Tom :(((((

user: she basically just lied in her vanity fair to make herself not look like a whore

user: slut

user: awwww I love them

user: she’s leading tom on

user: she was literally making out with tom like two months ago

user: how could she do this?

user: timmy needs to leave her

user: save timmy!

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tomblyth: if you don’t have anything nice to say about one of my favourite FRIENDS then kindly shut the fuck up

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year

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ok ok so lee seeing the reader around town one day & starts following her. He ends up saving her from another eater? Thank you, I need more lee content!

Been thinking about this all day and I've finally got enough to write it! I hope you enjoy!

First Time for Everything

A Bones & All inspired fanfic

Warnings: stealing money, being attacked, cannibalism (relax it's a bones and all inspired fic), blood, gore, not proofread

July 1989

You’d never stolen anything before. Not even when your friends would go into a Walmart and shoved nail polish and thongs into their purses. They always called you a goody-two-shoes or a scaredy-cat. You wonder what they’d think now as you carry a K-mart bag full of cash from the register you were working at not even 30 minutes ago.

Of course, being newly homeless generated a whole new incentive to steal the money. And even though it was so out of the norm for you, it was so easy. You waited until your line was clear, pulled open a bag, popped the till and calmly grabbed every stack of bills in the register, pocketing what wouldn’t fit. Then, you flipped off your register light and walked out. It wasn’t until you made it to the parking lot that you began to run. And now, the adrenaline high you are coming down from is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. They’ll never suspect you. Not with you being the golden employee that you are. Were. You can’t go back there now.

It’s getting dark, that along with the pointy tips of crumpled up money poking your thigh from the inside of your pockets snaps you out of your thoughts. This morning, you were worried about where you’d stay. It wasn’t the first time you got kicked out of a hotel room, and it probably won’t be the last, but at least now you can afford a new room for the night. If you can find one.

It's hot, one of the hottest nights so far this July. You pull off the thick K-mart polo and throw it into woods, leaving you in your black cami and a pair of khakis. A chorus of cicadas singing from the trees in that line the street almost drowns out the sound of a flirty whistle from behind you. You walk a little faster, not daring to turn your head.

"Hey, little lady," a man's gravelly voice calls out. "Why don't you keep the show going and take the rest off." The man laughs, but it's cut short by a painful sounding cough.

You pick up speed, your Converse slapping the pavement as you quickly turn into an alley, hoping to lose him by your abrupt change in direction, but a thick hand grabs your wrist.

"Let me go!" You yell, attempting to yank your wrist from his sweaty grip.

The man seems to enjoy the struggle, he tightens his fingers around your wrist as he pushes you into a warm brick wall. A tall streetlamp shines an eerie orange light into the alley, barely illuminating the man's features. He's got dark hair, stringy with sweat and grease. One of his eyes is missing and the other is open wide. He looks hungry. Ravenous. And the laugh that rumbles in his throat is truly sinister.

"Keep goin', darlin'. I love a good fight."

Then his tongue is on your neck, tasting your skin. You sob and gag as you inhale the scent of his breath. Sour with alcohol and something metallic.

"Come on, honey. Don't fight me, I just wanna taste-"

"Hey!" A new man's voice yells. "Hey, get off her!"

The man's grip on your wrist loosens enough for you to pull away from him. You take your chance and make a run for it. You dropped your bag of money when Man Number One shoved you against the wall, but you can't risk turning back around. You just have to make it ou-

You're stopped short by a hand in your hair, pulling your head back, bending you almost in half. You scream as Man Number One drags you. He's pulling you by your hair, your heels dig into the ground in front of you, desperately attempting to gain some traction. Your only view is upside down and distorted through the tears building up in your eyes. But, in the dim orange light you see the other man. He's peeling himself off of the ground and his nose is dripping blood onto a forest green crop top. His jeans are shredded, exposing a large amount of his legs, you're not sure if it's because he just fell or if the jeans are just naturally like that or why you're even wondering about the nature of his jeans. He's got a brick in his hand that he's attempting to hide, but even upside down you can see it. You see him look down at you and for some reason he winks. Then you realize, Man Number One can't see him.

Crop Top walks creeps up onto Man Number Two, like a lion stalking his prey. Then, without warning, he slams the brick into the side of his skull with a wet crunch. Instantly, you're dropped to the ground and as much as the landing hurt, the relief feels twice as good. Your scalp throbs and you're sure you're missing a chunk of hair. A set of light footsteps run toward you, and immediate dread sets in again, but it's Crop Top. He grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder. You're not sure if you should be scared or relieved as he places you behind a dark green dumpster.

Crop Top kneels down, looking over his shoulder once to make sure Man Number One is still down.

"Is he-"

"Not yet. Stay here. Don't move until I come get you," Crop Top says. He drops a plastic bag next to you. The money. You're immediately shocked he didn't take it for himself. That's what most people would do. His knees pop a little as he stands back up. He starts to walk off but stops. "And don't watch."

Don't watch? Isn't that like an automatic invitation to watch? You think to yourself. You lean your head back on the brick and close your eyes. You could run right now. You could take your money and get a room for the night and leave this odd encounter right here in this alley, but you don't. Instead, you poke your head out, peeking from the side of the dumpster.

Immediately you wish you hadn't. Crop Top somehow dragged Man Number One and sat him up against the brick wall, maybe 15 feet from where you're sitting. How he did it, you're not sure. Crop Top probably weights 120 pounds soaking wet, but he's managed to maneuver him just right so that he can...

You pop your head back behind the dumpster, unsure of what you just saw. There's no way...

You poke your head out, peeking again. There's a squelching sound, followed by a spatter of blood coming from Man Number One's neck as Crop Top bites into it.

Okay, yeah. He's definitely eating him. This should definitely be a sign to run, right? But you aren't moving. Everything in you is screaming to run. Run the fuck away because this dude is going to eat you next. But you don't. You sit there alternating from watching and hiding. It's like one of those car accidents you can't help but watch, hoping you'll see a dead body, or some fucked up shit like that. You shouldn't want to look, but you do.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you hear footsteps approaching. You sit up straighter against the brick. His stops in front of you. His white high tops covered in blood and gore. Why would he pick white shoes to wear if he's going around munching on dudes.

"You looked, didn't you?" Crop Top asks.

"I uh..." you risk a look at his face. It's covered in blood. His upper lip, his mouth and his chin are coated in it. You swallow hard. "What are you?"

Crop Top crouches down again, eye level with you. "A person like you," he smiles. "Name's Lee." He holds out a bloody hand. You look down at it then back at him. "Oh," Lee says, wiping his hand off on his shirt, then offers it again. Still just as bloody as before.

"Are you gonna eat me too?" The question falls out of your mouth, you can't stop it. Word vomit.

Lee scrunches up his face, pursing his lips as he tilts his head to the side, contemplating your question. "Mmmm, probably not. Unless you've done something really shitty..." Lee eyes your bag of money with an arched eyebrow and you shift a little.

"My name's Y/N."

"You work at K-mart, Y/N?"

"No," you answer too quickly.

"I've seen you there. A lot."

"I don't work there anymore," you say. "You've been watching me?"

"Every day for like two weeks or some shit," Lee says, like it's no big deal. Though up against eating a whole human, it's probably not. "That your first-time stealing from money from your job?"

You open your mouth, the urge to defend yourself creeping up your throat, but you cut it short. You just watched this man eat someone.

"It's my first time," you admit.

"No shit? Well, Y/N, there's a first time for everything." At this point you notice the grey grocery bag he's carrying. It's full and tied up, dripping slightly with thick red liquid. "Bones and shit," Lee says, and tosses the bag into the dumpster. It lands with a heavy, wet thud. "You got anywhere to be tonight, y/n?"

"Not really, no."

"Not really?"

"I'm homeless," you admit.

"Perfect, let's go."

This time Lee grabs your hand and pulls you up. You grab your bag of money and walk with him looking behind you every so often to make sure no one is following.

"Where are we going?" You ask.

"For a ride," Lee says smiling as he jangles a pair of car keys in front of your face. "Nabbed these off of fuck face back there before he tried to eat you."

"He tried to-"

"Oh, he was going to eat you real good. You're lucky I've been following you."

"How-"

"Shh save your questions, I'll answer all of them when we find his car."

"We're gonna steal his car too?" You ask. The amount of crime you've been involved in today is beginning to overwhelm you.

"You've never stolen a car?"

You shake your head.

Lee smiles. "I think we're gonna have a lot of first times, Y/N."

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ginnysgraffiti · 5 days

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unprotected sex, body parts, dirty thoughts, pregnancy.

& WILLY WONKA x yn.

how would willy be during his first time with you?

- willy is definitely shy and reserved the first time. it will take him months to even kiss you, but when he does he's really unstoppable. after the first time, it takes him even longer to get intimate with you again.

- he can become extremely needy during the process, and with needy...i mean NEEDY. almost in a very childish way, if we consider that he's impressively incompetent and inexperienced in that field.

- once he does it, he is shy about it, asking if it's okay if he can kiss you deeper or grab your waist or simple gestures. he always needs to have your permission.

- he slowly gains confidence the longer you two are together and the more you are imitate. he would pull you away and just whisper how much he wants you. sometimes, even dirty things, but you never understood if he had a special chocolate to let him gather enough confidence for that.

- he's a desperate sort of lover and can never get enough of you. always kissing your shoulder. he likes to leave marks in places only he can see.

- he's obsessed with leaving hickeys on you.

- extremely overprotective. shortly, your personal teddy bear.

- starts meowing and doing his :] face when you mess with his curls.

- he can be extremely dirty minded, but he'll never admit it.

- if you pull his air while he's doing it there will be no return, seriously.

- loves to be the bottom one, he gets so turned on if you stay on top.

- loves to be submissive.

- always asks if you're ok with what he's doing or if anything hurts.

- he's a fast learner. given that he doesn't know how to start, he willingly accepts all your advice, and knows how to follow them to the letter.

- his tongue always does all the work.

- he would leave small notes on your desk to ask you for your usual bed appointment, he can't just bring himself to ask it out loud.

- loves your breasts, for real. his face lives between them.

- loves to smell the sheets after you two had done it, he just loves that smell.

- his moans are the sexiest thing ever. EVER.

- after the first time he would be needing more and more, craving for psychical contact so much that he could do it anytime, anywhere.

- he would use sweet nicknames, tongue twisters or rhymes to sweeten you even more.

- your body's best worshipper.

- he would keep his eyes closed most of the time, diving into the moment with his lips parted.

- extremely sensitive, he would get sore the following morning.

- cuddles after the act, it's a ritual.

- if your body hurts he would massage it carefully or give you a special chocolate treat.

- right after, he would be scared to death that you could get pregnant. have mercy, he just doesn't know how it works.

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valsarchives · 1 year

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Should I make stuff like this and post them here?

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renova-writes · 1 year

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regulus arctucus black

"Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy” -F. Scott Fitzgerald

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could writing something where y/n and timothée are sleeping together and she starts talking because she's having a wet dream with him so he listens to her and makes fun and is dom idkw only if you want thanks🧚🏼‍♀️

your body laid flat on the bed on your stomach, one leg over timothee's as your arm draped over his stomach. timothee laid on his back, arm over his eyes with his hand on top of yours. there was a slight breeze from your fan that circled the room, your cat leaving the room to drink some water and sleep on the couch.

you whimpered and started to stir, moving back to your side and laying on your back. you mumble something and timothee moved his arm from his eyes, and peeked them open when he heard you speak. he watched as your body moved, his hand rubbing up and down your side as he watched your face turn, thinking you were having a nightmare.

"fuck me, please" is what made his sleepy eyes shoot right open. he rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, getting a clear image of his beautiful fiance next to him. you wore a tank top that showed off your hard nipples, and just your underwear that timothee could see was soaked thanks to the moonlight.

"more, timmy, fuck yes" your fist gripped the sheets and he covered his smirk, running his fingers up and down your stomach. your body reacted to his touch and he smiled with victory, fingers pressing down under the hem of your underwear.

you wake with a small gasp, timothee not removing his hands. "good dream?" he teased and you felt your cheeks get warm.

"you heard.. you heard me sleep talking?"

"i think you were sleep fucking, baby" he smirked and kissed your jaw, down your neck and your fingers grip his hair. "'more, timmy, fuck me please'" he mocked your voice and you hit his shoulder. "what did you want more of?"

"you" you whimper and he shakes his head, pushing his fingers farther down.

"you've got to be a little more specific, baby. i'm right here"

"your fingers! i want you to fuck me with your fingers" you sigh and kiss him deeply, rolling your hips up into his fingers.

"was that so hard?" he smirked and pushed two fingers inside of you, making you gasp and grab his wrist. you pull your lips in between your teeth, moving your hips up into his hand. “so needy, baby. tell me, what was happening in your dream?” timothee’s hand stops moving and you whimper, trying to move his hand but he stayed still. “tell me, and i’ll keep touching you” he whispered in your ear and bit your earlobe.

“it-it was our wedding night. you.. you were underneath..” timothee’s middle finger slowly started circling your clit, his eyes hooded as he watched your lip quiver.

“dreaming of our wedding day already, hm? i just asked you to be my wife 2 days ago” you smile and turn your head, kissing him deeply, straddling his waist. his hands gripped your ass, smacking it a few times and your hips grind down into him. “what was i doing under your dress, huh?” timothee sat up and wrapped his hand around your neck, his thumb rubbing over your jaw and lip.

“you.. you pushed my dress up and ate me out underneath my wedding dress” your hips grind against his hard on and timothee smiles, flipping you onto your back and pulling off your underwear.

“well why don’t i practice for the big day?” timothee spread your legs and let out a satisfied breath as his fingers rubbed up and down your soaked pussy. you gripped his hair and pulled his face forward, his mouth latching onto you. his tongue lapped your clit, middle finger fucking you slowly.

“fuck, timmy, more!” you beg and he slid his ring finger into you as well, moving his fingers faster as he watched your thighs trembling more and more. your panting got heavier, and timothee curled his fingers, and that’s exactly what you needed. timothee’s thumb rubbed your clit and you suffocated him with your thighs, riding out your high with timothee’s slow clit rubs.

you released the grip on his head and timothee sat up, your eyes falling to his hard on, and you were practically drooling. your fingers quickly pulled down his underwear and spitting on it, grabbing his hips and pulling him into you. “so needy for my cock, baby” timothee kicked off his underwear and you put timothee’s cock in you, the both of you letting out a moan.

timothee thrusted his hips against yours, looking down at you. “you are so gorgeous, baby. so fucking pretty. you take my dick so good baby” his words made your stomach flutter, his hands bringing your hips up so your shoulders were still on the bed.

the new position had your fingernails poking holes into the sheets and tearing them as his dick his your spot over and over. “faster, don’t stop, fuck!” timothee granted your demand, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as his hips slapped into yours. your eyes rolled so hard to the back of your head and you pushed timothee off with your feet, body twitching furiously as your vision was blurred with black and stars.

“baby..” you regained your breath and held a hand over your mouth as you look at timothee. “yn, look what you did..” your eyes scanned his body, watching as he drips from you squirting all over him. your face turned red and you hid behind your hands, rolling on your stomach. “oh no, there’s nothing to be ashamed of” timothee laid on top of you, sliding his cock into you slowly.

“oh my..” you gasp and timothee moved your hair out of your face, kissing your cheek as he moved his hips. “fill me up, timmy. put your cum in me”

“fuck baby, oh my god” he whimpered in your ear, wrapping an arm around your neck and your cheek resting on his forearm. timothee let out a whimper and bit your jaw, pressing his hips deep into yours as he filled you with his seed. he kissed your face and shoulders, pulling away from you and kissing your back, massaging your hips. “let’s go shower, beautiful”

timothee helped you up and turned the water on the perfect temperature for you, the both of you stepping into the shower. timothee smoothed his hands over your hair and then his. you put some of his shampoo in your hands, scrubbing it into his curls. he left out a sigh and closed his eyes, rubbing his thumbs over your ribs.

you then shampooed yourself, timothee laughing as he takes over and turns you into george washington. “what, you don’t want to bang george washington?”

“please never say bang again” he cringed and you laughed, rinsing out your shampoo. “ahh! baby please get out of the way, there’s shampoo in my eyes” you laughed and held onto the bar as you were pushed to the side. timothee viciously rubbed his face and hair free of shampoo. “im so sorry, but i thought i was dying”

you both finished your shower routine and got out, drying off and getting into new pajamas. you in underwear and timothee’s shirt, and timothee in just his underwear. you snuggled into timothee’s arms after you change the sheets, his fingers playing with your hair as you both fall asleep to the sound of your fan.

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whatthesigma69 · 19 days

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Someone help

Ive been in the mood to write like every day for the past two weeks but I've had like- no ideas and I don't know who to write Abt😭 I'd gladly take some suggestions

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timothee-mybeloved · 2 years

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Meet me in the afterglow

In which an argument with Timothée makes you realize that you can’t live without each other

Warnings: angst, fighting, reader being hated by fans, hurt/comfort, totally inspired by Afterglow by miss Taylor Swift, happy ending, I’m in love with timothee chalamet. There is a fic i read once that was the primary inspiration for this but i have no idea what it was called or who it was by… (bold italics are flashbacks)

Paring: Timothée Chalamet x reader

You had blown things out of proportion and now you had no idea where your relationship laid. Were you broken up? Did you lose the man you loved with your entire being?

Your heart couldn’t accept it. He wasn’t around for you to have a conversation with him about it.

You were a mess.

Truth be told…so was he.

He couldn’t stay but it wasn’t because he didn’t want you anymore, quite the opposite actually. He left because he loved you. It scared him too much to think about.

He couldn’t handle seeing how much it all consumed you. The paparazzi, the fans, the hate.

All of it had gotten in your head, millions of thoughts rushing around

“Am I not good enough?” “What if he leaves me for someone better?” “How do I keep going?”

He sympathized with you, felt pity for you and a little bit of him felt what you were going through but he knew he could never fully comprehend how you felt everyday simply for loving him.

“You know I wouldn’t mind it if you came with me.” He said “I love coming back from work to find you waiting for me.”

“They’ll probably think I’m too clingy.” God knows what happened the last time you had gone with him while shooting a movie. You had dealt with an excessive amount of hate.

People calling you names, saying that you couldn’t leave him alone for one second. It all hurt but you couldn’t talk about it so you wouldn’t burden him. He’s already had to deal with so much.

“Who cares what they think?” He raised his voice “Are you seriously going to let some stupid comments get in the way of our relationship?” He asked rhetorically.

He was right but you couldn’t help feeling this way and you had bottled up so much, you were starting to feel angry.

“Why can’t you just fucking look at it the same way I do?! I have had to go through so much shit so i can be with you, the least you could fucking do is actually be there for me when I need you!” You finally snapped.

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing all this time? I’ve done everything I can to make you happy and it still doesn’t work.”

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.” You say it under your breath but the sigh he lets out lets you know that he heard you.

“For fuck’s sake…” it’s his turn to be angry. “What do you want me to do then? You want me to go on every form of media and tell them to stop saying shit on the internet because my girlfriend can’t stop letting stuff get into her head?”

“I never said that.”

“Well what the hell do you want me to do?!” You had never seen him this angry before and if you didn’t know him, you would think this anger was directed towards you.

“Just go, Tim. I really can’t talk about this right now.” You sigh.

“No, I’m not gonna leave without you, I’m not letting a bunch of mindless idiots on the internet ruin what we have!”

“Tim-“

“You don’t have a say in this so get up and come with me.”

“Timmy-“

“Just stop! you already have your bags packed so let’s go.”

Silence.

“Please…” He begged you.

“I’m sorry…” He was starting to get impatient.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Was the last thing he said before picking up his bag and slamming your shared apartment’s door.

And that’s when you truly lost it, finally bursting into tears after feeling all these emotions bubbling up throughout the past week.

You didn’t mean to make him sad but he also had to look at things from your perspective.

Now here you were, a few days after the argument, picking up the bags that you hadn’t unpacked ever since.

You grabbed your passport and headed out the door, making sure to lock it before making your way to the elevator.

It was going to be a long flight and you knew it but you would do anything to be with him again.

Finally arriving to your destination, a driver had been waiting for you to take you to the hotel he was staying at.

Your heart was racing and your palms were starting to sweat. You knew he wouldn’t be back until a few hours but you still couldn’t calm your nerves.

What if he didn’t want to see you? That’s ridiculous, he would be happy to fix things and start over…right? The only thing you could do was hold onto what little hope you had left and pray for the best.

—

You sat on the bed and awaited his arrival, having slightly calmed down after walking into the room and catching his scent in the air.

Minutes felt like centuries passing by and you almost got up and tried to leave like you had never been here until you heard shuffling from behind the door.

It was dark and he wouldn’t be able to notice you were there at first glance and so you waited patiently until he had turned on the lights.

He was shocked, dropping the coffee cup he was holding.

“Shit!” He flinched as the liquid spilled on the carpet and his shoes.

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you I-“ You got up quickly, making your way over to him and he just stared at you as if trying to figure out if he was too tired and imagining all of this or if you were actually in front of him right now.

He probably sensed your confusion because he cupped your cheeks, a part of him expecting you to fade away in the process.

But you didn’t, he was holding you.

You were real.

“Fuck it feels like forever ago when i last saw you.” He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in.

He pulls you in for a kiss and it’s the first time in what felt like an excruciatingly long week that you genuinely feel true relief.

You feel complete.

“God I missed you so much.” He sighs into your lips “I missed you too.” Your hands moved to wrap around the back of his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Tim.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He says while caressing your cheek.

“No no i have to, I was so in my head that I didn’t even think about what this was doing to you.”

“I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve talked to you more, it’s my fault.” Timothée tells you.

“None of this is your fault, okay? Just please don’t ever leave me again. Those past few days have been hell without you.”

“I’m never going to leave you, wherever you go, I go.” He whispers, pulling you close so that your foreheads touch.

“I’ll follow you wherever you go, sweet girl.”

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skyebounded · 2 years

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can u make timothée smut with cockwarming😁😁

Penny For Your Thoughts

Masterlist

premise: Timothée has been busy with work that he barely has time for you..

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cockwarming (my favourite btw) smut, swearing.

Word Count: 960

A/N: Hello Lovelies 💙 Hey babe, sorry this took me so damn long, but here you go! I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for the request!!!

Anything, you would settle for anything right now. Timothée had been sitting on the couch for the past few hours, trying to get a feel for the new script that he was determined to memorize as soon as possible, which to him meant no time for a break and no time for you. From sun up to sun down he had been working, day after day.

You were entering week two, and all you had gotten from him was a few kisses here and there and if you were lucky maybe a fuck once or twice, but nothing lasting. You needed him. You knew he didn’t mean anything by it, he wasn’t purposefully trying to avoid you or leave you absolutely starving for his touch, it was simply just him trying to be good at his job and you respected that, but all you wanted was a little attention.

You didn’t need much, just something more than a few kisses every now and then. you wanted to be close to him, touch him, feel his hands on you, even if it was only for a few minutes, just something to hold you over until you could get him away from the pages, and to do something more fulfilling.

Eyeing him from the archway, you watch as he highlights the script in his hand, re-reading the line over and over again. His eyes fall closed in what you can only assume is frustration, and that was your cue. You make your way over to him, taking long strides. Moving the papers away from his face, you quickly straddle him before he can object. His eyes dart open at the sudden feeling of you atop him.

“Mon amour?” he exhales with a soft smile.

You were waiting for him to tell you that he didn’t have time, or that he was too busy, or any other excuse for that matter, but he doesn't, not yet at least.

“Darling, I miss you. I swear it feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.” you groan.

His eyes hold an apologetic gleam to them, as he studies your face. You could see the stress and the need for sleep hanging over him like a dark cloud. Your hands, firmly placed on his chest, begin to roam, making your way to his tensed shoulders, slowly massaging them. You lean in, placing a kiss along his neck, moving up it slowly listening to the low groans that he makes.

“I’m sorry my love, I just-I have to-” he starts.

You put your finger over his lips silencing his excuse. You pull back to look at him, as you think over what you need to say.

“I just want to feel you, we don’t have to-” you pause, searching his expression. His brow raises as he considers what you’re saying. “Baby, please…” you plead.

You go back to kissing his neck, sweetening the deal just a little. You meant what you said, you didn’t need to fuck, you just needed to feel him, touch him, have him touch you. You could tell he wanted the same, you could feel the evidence growing beneath you, his cock aching. You slowly grind your hips against him, feeling him grow harder by the second, savoring the low groan that grows in the back of his throat as it goes straight to your core.

“fuck..okay,,” was all he could manage to say.

His hand slips down to your cunt, grinning at you when he feels nothing but your wetness.

“What have you been doing that involves no panties, my dear?” he coos. Leaning into you, Timmy kisses the soft skin of your collar, his free hand sliding up the thin fabric of your shirt, his thumb brushing over your hardening nipple.

“Waiting for you,” you moan, as he sucks a welt into your neck. He lets go of the script in his hand for the moment, using it to grab your ass, kneading it in his palm.

“Hmm, so you got impatient I see,” his lips trail down your chest, even more, tending to your sweet spots. “Well let's see what we can do about it,” You begin to fiddle with the waistband of his pants, and he lifts his hips just enough to get them down, letting his cock spring free.

You lean up on your knees, letting out a sharp gasp when you feel his tip graze through your wet folds, your grip on his shoulder tightening. He gawks at you as you lower yourself onto his length, signing in tandem as he bottoms out inside you. His head leans back against the couch as he lets out a groan, as your walls clench around him, soaking in the delicious stretch of him.

You throw your arms around his neck. wrapping the hair at the nape of his neck around your pretty little fingers. You begging to kiss up his neck slowly, reaching his ear,

“You can go back to work now..” you smile innocently, your breath heavy.

He chuckles, knowing damn well that he wasn’t going to be able to focus on work when he was buried so deep in your needy cunt. Not when your plump lips ever so delicately kiss at his neck. He needed you just as badly as you needed him, if not more. He could try to go back to work, practice his lines for an hour more, but when you start moving your hip, like the little minx you are, he knows he's lost.

You knew you had gotten him, when his hands find your hips, slowly helping you to grind against him. Despite him seeming cool and collected you could feel just how untrue that was. You had won.

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houseofchalamet · 1 year

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Very Busy

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x f!Reader. Summary: Desperate reader rides Timmy’s thigh while he’s working. Warnings: Smut, Dom!Timmy, thigh riding, language, teasing, begging. Word count: 635 A/N: Idk this one is mild as far as smut goes but pop off ig.

“Hi, Timmy,” you said, trying to keep your voice as innocent as possible.

“Hello, love,” he hummed. He didn’t look up from his desk, but he sounded pleasantly surprised. Usually, you never bothered him while he was working.

But today, you just couldn't help it.

Today, you needed him.

You crossed the room until you were right next to him, leaning against his desk. “Do you want to hang out with me?”

Finally, he looked up at you. Glanced down at the skirt he knew you had allowed to ride up on purpose. His unamused eyes met yours again before flicking back to the script he’d been analyzing for the past few hours. He could read you like a book; he knew what you wanted.

“Come here,” was all he said. You smirked, knowing exactly how he wanted you. You straddled his right leg, facing him. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder. You began rocking your hips against him.

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes, but you were already frustrated. You weren’t even close yet, and he wasn’t paying any attention to you at all. You stopped moving and huffed out a breath.

“Need you,” you murmured into his neck.

“Keep going.” That was all the attention you were afforded. His eyes remained focused on scanning the papers in front of him, highlighting all of his lines and occasionally writing notes in the margins.

“But Timmy…” you whined, pulling back. You sat upright as your hand drifted down to his cock. You were not surprised to find it rock solid beneath his pants. “Can’t you just take a teeny tiny break? Please?”

You knew begging was fruitless; Timothée was nothing if not devoted to his job. Still, you figured you’d try to sway him.

He smirked the tiniest bit; the only indication of your failure to persuade him. Your jaw clenched.

“I’m very busy, mon amour,” he replied. His tone was even, giving no indication that you were affecting him whatsoever. Perhaps that was the part that infuriated you the most. “I need to finish this. But if you’d rather wait until later-”

“No! No…” You pouted. “I can’t wait until later.”

His smirk deepend wickedly. “Then. Keep. Going.”

You huffed again as you returned your arms to their place around his neck and rested your head back down on his shoulder. Your skirt had ridden all the way up to your waist, the moisture that had already gathered between your legs now being contained by only a thin strip of underwear. You hoped you wouldn’t make a mess on his pants. Last time you did that, he wouldn’t let you cum for a week.

You began moving your hips again, the friction relieving some of your tension, but not enough.

“I don’t hear you, dear.”

You released the whimper you hadn’t realized was stuck in the back of your throat.

“Much better.”

You moaned into his neck again, a little louder this time. He loved hearing you express your pleasure.

You moved faster, really trying to focus this time. Your breathing quickened, your moans becoming more frequent. Timmy lazily dragged a hand up your spine and you gasped. Even the most basic of touches from him could make your toes curl.

Your heart (and hips) raced as you felt your orgasm building. “Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Go ahead, love,” he said gently; affectionately. It was enough to push you over the edge.

You dug your nails into his back and moaned as your orgasm crashed through you. Your entire body trembled. You could still feel him rubbing your back lovingly, his touch sending tingles up and down your spine.

“Good girl,” he murmured as the aftershocks subsided.

You whimpered again, placing a light kiss on his neck.

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timchalamet-devoted · 1 year

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I wanna be yours...

A/N: The last few posts have all been fluff, so I thought I'd post something more angsty. I'd also recommend listening to the song " I wanna be yours " by the Arctic Monkeys while reading, as this imagine was inspired by it.

Pairing: (fem)actress!reader x Timothée

Summary: During one of her many red carpets, the reader spots Timothée amongst the crowds, and can't help but wonder if he'll ever be hers.

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So there you stood. It was exhilarating, to say the least. Screams uprose the minute your silver heels hit the red fabric, turning every head and every pair of eyes to you. However many times you did this was insignificant; you knew it would not be in your ability to fully comprehend where you were, nor the love and adoration you received from millions of people who called themselves fans. Your fans. How could any one human being be so cared for? You were no one special if truth be told, just a young girl who was willing to fight the battle of death to change life into the one she believed she was destined for. Deserved. A girl who hurt, not only those around her but herself without mercy to be great. So many laughed her off, and mocked her, but so did she, often drowning in her own criticism, hate and tears. Did that all matter now? Certainly not. Despite the pain, she did it. All these people before you, with admiration and jealousy in their eyes? They were here for you, to see you. And although primarily you were of no importance, you felt like a star, or a million dollar gem, standing, head high as they all screamed your name. The smile that was etched onto your face was undeniable, as you strode elegantly along the carpet, blinded by harsh flashes of white light that cornered and circled you, accompanied by the faces of strangers all shoving microphones in hopes of an answer from you to one of their questions that you heard oh-so-many times before. You had dreamed from the age of eleven to be recognised for your talent, and now you certainly were. You had dreamed of this. And you were absolutely loving it, absorbing every aspect and tiny detail until it made your head spin. As you walked, you were constantly attempted to be ushered here and there, but you simply smiled politely at each who did so and continued with a clear purpose.

You paused accoasionally turning this way and that, satisfying photographers with poses, smiles and waves to the fans. A shimmering Ralph Lauren dress draped over your body, incisions revealing snippets of skin, and paired with Valentino heels and Burberry accessories. It was understandably so that you felt as though you were soaring.

A little while later, you had eventually reached the interviewers, grinning as you recognised a handful. One greeted you, firstly commenting on your 'stunning' attire, and then proceeding to ask a series of questions. As expected, the majority were in relation to the evening or your character, so nothing too demanding. Time ran short on events as this, so the interviewer made sure he skimmed over the simpler questions to reach those that you would answer with more in-depth consideration. It was exactly during one of these questions that your eyes latched onto him, for the first time this evening.

You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours...

He had really outdone himself this time, somehow matching your idea of sequens while also bringing his usual bright and bold. He took your breath away, and slowly your concentration began to slip. Relunctantly, you trained your eyes back to the interviewer, finally delivering your rather impressive answer, however yor mind was someplace else.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

This evening was long anticipated, but your stomach dropped each time you thought of him, standing right next to you. It was beyond question that it was not because you disliked him. No not at all.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

You looked at him, desire and adoration seen in your own eyes this time.

Just wanna be yours...

You could feel the surface glistening over, as you admired Timothée, whom you for so long craved to merely be in the same room as. And yet here you were, his co-actor for ten months, still with a shattered heart. Tragically, his eyes left the camera lenses and landed on your own instead. Your heart skipped a beat, as you searched his distant orbs for a sign, only one thought running through your head as the deafening noise surrounding you was silenced and the world slowed. Will you ever be mine? Because

I wanna be yours...

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lilmaymayy · 11 hours

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ya girls sick so any sick fic recs would be amaze😍😍😍

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #timothee chalamet #coriolanus snow x reader #peter parker x reader #luke castellan x you #the hunger games #timothée chalamet #corionalus snow #timothee chalamet x reader #peter parker #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #idk if im experiencing smt yn gotta feel it too

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bluetimeombre · 2 months

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YOU REMIND ME SO MUCH OF ME???? SWIFTIE? JACOB ELORDI? TOM BLYTH? TIMOTHEE CHALAMET???

So what I’m hearing is we’re besties??!?!??

#swifties #timothee x you #tom blyth x yn #like do you want to be my best friend?#besties

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ginnysgraffiti · 4 days

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dirty thoughts, riding, touching part, needy

y/n, partner half asleep.

&. KING HAL (HENRY V) x yn.

you were his fabric doll, as he started to call you after the official marriage.

softness, kindness, a giving nature and wisdom; that's how he described you.

hal spends hours worshipping and absorbing every tiny detail about you, and if you only ask, he could go on and on.

he usually gets lost in your fair wavy hair, doe eyes, blushed porcelain cheeks and delicate little hands.

"all your grace is in your vagueness, my queen. your soft voice, your manner languid, your features blurred and dreamy." his shooting words waking you up the morning after the marriage.

and then he gets lost again in your features, measuring the distance from one freckle to the other, the softness of your lower lip, more evident than the upper one, before primitively undressing you and making the bed creak until small hours.

his place was between your legs, no doubt.

and anyone who dared to lay eyes on you would meet the guillotine the following morning, at the bell's heavy ringing, and you knew it.

but the sticky words of his, sweet like honey, they only dripped down the walls of the royal halls, during boring and long meals, where you represented a public image and inspiration source.

yes, because with you, you and you only, in private, hal was the most alive animal you had ever seen.

and you missed all this.

you missed the taste of his tongue, the heat of his thighs, his overly expert hands and his hungry gaze.

he made you feel so loved, beyond every limit.

now, however, the peace pacts and bloody wars were consuming him to the core, badly scratching his armor, crumbling his tolerance.

you could rarely see hal during the day, and even when you hoped to enjoy his company in the late evening, he was usually too tired or busy checking the artillery.

you felt neglected, even though you knew very well that it wasn't his fault at all.

but now the gazes of the other nobles became more focused on your skin, and the caresses he used to give you left an empty space under the covers.

[...]

one evening, when the flame crackled particularly on the medieval torch on the wall, your steps drew their way towards your room.

the latter creaked slightly, and hal's sleeping figure gave you such a view.

he was shirtless, as always, lying belly up, lost in a deep and calm breath.

you approached the mattress, making sure to not make any noise. you quickly got changed in your pajamas and sat next to him.

something about his position and his presence was awakening something brutal and hot inside your knotted stomach.

you could feel your stomach juices flaring up.

fuck, you needed him.

the sin was now rising to the neurons of your brain, consuming you alive.

you didn't know if he would forgive you, no, but you knew that that was all you had to do.

such dirty thoughts for a queen.

[...]

you found yourself straddling him with only your underwear, you had taken off almost everything. you molded yourself to his pelvis and the hardness you felt between his thighs took your breath away.

you stopped breathing. your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks burning.

you felt his erection quiver under the thin layer of your panties and with an inhibition that was unknown to you and an incessant need to attenuate the devastating heat that you felt between your thighs, you rubbed yourself against him, moving your pelvis dangerously.

faster, faster.

faster.

faster until you could feel yourself soaked.

you could feel his hips bones the more you moved, and your mouth was wide open.

you looked at him hypnotized in his most regal sleep. his perfect face teasing you slowly, in such a perverse way that made you even wetter.

you panted.

the breathing heavy and wet.

no longer able to bear the powerful pulsations between your legs you moved even faster but slowing down every now and then, when small grunts came out of his soft lips.

without even realizing it you were already entertaining yourself, rubbing your fingers against the fabric of your own underwear.

dirty moans fill your ears.

you didn't know what you were doing, but you knew you had never felt better.

"are you going to cum on me so soon?" asked a husky voice in your ear, panting.

fuck.

you couldn't look up, you couldn't allow yourself to sink into your wet perversity like this.

you could barely nod.

an ashamed queen ashamed of her own actions.

how disgusting.

hal grabbed your hips and with one move made you turn your back, letting out a small cry of surprise that you knew would excite him even more. your smells mix with the spicy ones of the room, the bodies merge. this position made everything more intimate and awkward.

"how naive to think i was really asleep..."

you worshipped him, as if you had a god in your hands, while he slammed you onto the mattress with incredible force.

now you found yourself with your cheek against the pillow and your pelvis raised to the height of his cock. with one hand he grasps your buttock, he places the other on the back of your neck to keep you still. you felt dizzy and hot.

he moaned like a caged animal.

you knew he was just holding back and that if you could turn around you would see a murderous look.

the one look you needed to know when he wanted to push himself into you.

he needed.

instantly.

he squeezed your buttocks vehemently and your eyes widened when he gave you a resounding slap on your buttock which made you let out a very powerful scream and which, to your enormous surprise, made you terribly more excited. you felt him lean over you, his massive chest pressed against your thin back. he loomed over your body, brought his mouth close to your ear and, in a husky, sensual voice, murmured, "fuck, i didn't know my queen could have such a twisted mind within these walls."

"i-...i can explain...your majesty...forgive m-"

he pulled your hair to make your back arch and the loudest moan left your wet lips.

your legs trembled in the middle due to your own sound.

how pathetic.

that's just how you were when you needed hal.

"there's no need, just let me fill you up with my cum until my queen is completely satisfied beyond any physical limit. and call me hal, only hal." a soft wet kiss delivered on your shoulder.

"forget your queen duties tomorrow."

the last famous words you fucking craved for so long.

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