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crispyimagines17 · 3 years

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“Maria Bonita” - [ Timothée Chalamet | One Shot ]

Summary: We invite you to take a glimpse to the Chalamet’s house. A teenage parents who would do anything to protect, love and take care of their little one despite all the eyes of society.

Written by: Crispy Imagines.

Soundtrack: main theme

Notes: A promise is a promise ppl, after two years of waiting Maria Bonita is finally here. First of all I want to thank every single person who was asking for this masterpiece, I hope i don’t let you down. Feedback is always welcome and nothing, enjoy it cause y’all deserve it. Also, we attach several audios to make you feel part of the story, so contrast them just as a background sound.

Tags: @miss2001babe ; @lg-vangogh ; @expectodonuts ;

[1]

The creaking of the bed came to a halt as your two-year-old Maddox weigh crashes down the mattress; his tiny feet pressed on daddy’s back, sending a burst of chills down Timothée’s spine. Maddox hands traveled to mommy’s cheeks, pitching or stretching them as he let out a chuckle.

“Mommy?” he whines, kissing your cheeks softly “Mommy” he repeats, nuzzling his face on yours.

“What’s up champ?” Timothée speaks, his groggy voice echoing the room as he stretches his body.

“Daddy!” the little one leaves you and jumps all the way to Timothée.

“Good morning.”

“morning.” Maddox repeats.

You opened your eyes, and the first picture your eyes capture was little Maddox hugging tightly his daddy with a Woody on his right hand. When he saw you, you could see his eyes glowing and leaving daddy’s side just so he can be with you. Immediately you open your arms, letting his tiny weigh crash on yours as he looks at you with pure happiness.

“Hi mommy”

“Hi momma.” You hear Timothée’s voice as you rolled your eyes. He slowly approaches to you two, snugging and earning laughs from both of you. “How’s my family?”

“We’re fine. You need to get Maddox a shower bef-…”

“Noo…” the little kid as soon as he heard shower leaves the bed in such a hurry, leaving his favorite toy in bed. Both of you laughed.

“I’ll make some breakfast and I want you ready by the time I’ll call you.”

“Yes momma.” Timothée gets up from bed and before leaving the room he approaches to give you a tiny peck, then a kiss and later a passionate kiss; grabbing towels from the drawer.

“Come here little man, before I’ll catch you.” You could hear Maddox giggles all over the apartment and timmy’s footsteps running around.

…

“Come on bub, we’re late for school. Just put some damn clothes.” Timothée’s voice came out as desperation as Maddox was running in circles butt naked. He tried everything, baby shark song, let Woody shower with him and even doing some funny voices, but none of them work. He sighs, face palming as he listens to the little one singing “You’ve got a friend in me”.

“Love.” He speaks. “Can you help me with Maddox?”

“Sure, just watch the scramble eggs.” He sighs in relief, and lifting himself from the wet floor walking carefully. When he clashes glazes with his son, he mumbles him

“You’re going to get in big trouble, mommy is coming.” Maddox smile fades and the fear got in his eyes, so he quickly runs to his bedroom bringing the first piece of clothing he found.

…

“Dammit.” You whispered as you tried to adjust the child seat. Timothée was right behind you, holding Maddox; both of them watching you getting pissed.

“Let me try, love. Here, hold Maddox.” You sigh, extending your arms as little Maddox lunges towards you. You lay your head against his, as you rock yourself back and forth. “we’re ready.”

Today was going to be a long day due to your shift, leaving early sounds nice, but also means going to the grocery store, doing laundry, cleaning the house, teaching Maddox, do some paperwork. Although timothée helps you in every way he can there’s still more job to do, like you’re working nonstop all the year. As you drive towards Maddox daycare Timothées hands were on your thing, resting peacefully as he slowly reads some scripts.

“Shit” he mumbles, you looked at him with an arched eyebrow. He realizes his mistake and quickly covers his mouth and watches Maddox, who’s been gazing at the window without a clue of what happened. Timothée let out a sigh as he slowly began to read his duties when the little one laugh.

“Shet” Maddox said giggling as he smashes his toys. Both of you close your eyes in regret, he will now say the word to nonstop and the ladies from the daycare will complain, like always.

“Oh no.” you let out “Maddox, honey.”

“Wa mommy?”

“Remember when we said that kids shouldn’t say big words?” he nods. “You need to stop saying that, it’s rude and people will not like it.”

“Shet.” He repeats giggling.

“Love, say something to your child” you said looking at Timothée.

“Me? Why?”

“Cause you said the big word.” You insist.

“Why I’m always the bad guy…” he whispers as he take a breath. “Bub, what do we talk…”

“shet shet shet shet!” Maddox said out loud causing both parents to sigh.

“Well, we tried” Timothee said as you parked at the daycare.

[2]

Picking up Maddox from daycare was the heavy stuff of the day, receiving each and every day complaints from the teachers about his hyperactivity, molesting other kids or yelling in story time. Today was not the exception, despite the look of irritation from the teacher you were calm and hugging a tired Maddox rocking back and forth.

“Maddox is… a special kid. His behavior today concerned the other teachers due to the fact that the child said the word shit many times. That cause the other kids to follow him and my job here is to ask you, Is everything okay with your… boyfriend and you?” you arched your eyebrows surprised.

“Y-yeah, we’re fine, Maddox is like a sponge absorbs everything, including the bad stuff.” You chuckle nervously. She shakes her head.

“Kids at your age don’t know how to raise a child, it surprises me that you’re still together and with Maddox temper…” you were in shocked, does she tell you that? And in front of your kid? Oh, you’re so mad you’ve couldn’t hold your tongue.

“Believe me that my kid is surrounded by love and emotional stability lady, you have no right to judge me or my husband. We’ve been swallowing some bullshit since I was pregnant, but I will not tolerate to insult me in front of my kid. So, fuck yourself and your stupid business.” You raised your middle finger and walk towards the exit without looking back.

After you put Maddox in his chair, he looked at you in a lovely way, touching both of your cheeks and smiling.

“Love you mommy.” Your eyes watered as you kiss him on his forehead.

“Love you too.”

…

Going to the grocery store was Maddox favorite thing; the thrill of daddy pushing the car so fast; when mommy buys his favorite cereal and the music that always calms him. So when you said your next destination a chorus of happiness filled the entire car.

“Okay, we’re supposed to get the basic. Love, get a car and I’ll see you on the aisle 2.” You grab Maddox hand but he didn’t walk. “What happened?”

“Daddy.” He points with his little finger towards Timothée direction.

“Daddy will come soon. Come on, let’s go.” But Maddox stayed, making his little body heavier so you couldn’t walk.

“Daddy.” He repeats.

“Love he will come back, let’s go.” You tried once more, but he let himself fall on the floor, starting a tantrum that led all the eyes of the store on you two. You smiled awkwardly picking up Maddox as you tried your best to avoid the judge of the people’s eyes, walking down the first hall as you let him down with tearful eyes.

“Maddox, honey, you need to listen to me.” You cup his cheeks in an attempt to catch his attention. After he saw you his concern became evident.

“wa hapen?”

“Here you are, I thought you said aisle 2.” After he saw your eyes, his smile faded and he kneels with you two. “What’s wrong, baby?” you shake your head.

“Nothing, I just-“ you immediately tried to recover yourself and got up wiping your eyes. “We need to hurry up, we still have to make dinner.” You grab the car. “Love, please take Maddox with you.”

And so were you grabbing everything you need and both of your boys were trying hard to cheer you up by singing or listening to Timothee saying stuff like “Mom looks pretty today, isn’t she?” “We’ll make dinner so you can take a rest”

You were in line ready to pay and behind you there was a nice lady pampering Maddox. Timothee smile to her.

“Taking care of the little brother, huh.” She said waving at him. “what a handsome man.” You both look at each other without saying anything. It was normal that many people believed one of you was babysitting a younger sibling or a cousin so you didn’t bother to correct the lady.

“Mommy sleep.” Maddox said, looking at you with tired eyes. Your eyes immediately watch the lady who was quite skeptical. “Mommy.”

“Oh” she only said. Your eyes travel to her, you’ve could see her disappointment on her face, it was something you’ve got used to it. You tried to recover yourself, this was too much for one day and it hasn’t ended yet.

“Love, can you pay? I’ll have to take some air.” Timothee’s eyes were concerned.

“Sure love, here, take the keys. Maddox will stay with me.” You grab the keys and exit the store as soon as you can, fighting hard to keep the tears from falling.

When you get into your car you let yourself go, tears streaming down your face and allowing yourself to feel this way.

The migraine you’ve been dealing with was in its best moment, due to Maddox screams and the tv in all the volume it has. Timothee was in the bedroom with a script; he left you with all the toys, crayons and food on the floor. You sigh, frustrated and just when you were calming yourself you saw Maddox torn one of Timothee’s scripts and laughing. Timothee was behind him with a red face, taking him the pieces of paper to look directly at you.

“Seriously? Are you not watching this kid?” after those words your blood began to boil, throwing him the nearest object.

“Are you fucking serious? I fucking make dinner because you “innocently” forgot, I’m doing laundry so you can go to your fucking auditions clean; I’m washing dishes cause you’re so busy reading your stupid scripts and you can’t watch Maddox. And you’re implicating that it’s my fault that I don’t watch our kid? Unbelievable.” You said furious. “I don’t fucking have a break, I work my 8hr shift, pick up Maddox; do all the chores; helping Maddox with his homework; shower him, giving him dinner; make us dinner; shower myself if I have time; and checking some paperwork. You’re… You’re just auditioning, promising that one day we’ll be in a mansion and lived happily ever after, you do not do anything unless I asked you for.” He was shocked, avoiding all eye contact with you.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” You sigh, leaving the kitchen, taking one of your coats and leaving the apartment.

…

You could hear Timothee’s footsteps behind you, but you just keep on walking, breathing deeply so you can’t say something you regret.

“Wait, love.” He tried to grab you softly by the arm.

“So now I’m your love, huh?” you rolled your eyes, stopping yourself to look him in the eye.

“You’ve always been my love. Sorry for behaving like an asshole. You were right, I’m a completely shitty father. I leave you with all the heavy duty while I focus on a stupid dream.” You could see the sadness of his face, eyes beginning to water. Immediately you cupped his cheeks and touched your forehead with his, staying in silence for a couple of seconds.

“You know I’m the biggest supporter of your dream.” You said in a whisper. “But you have to be a responsible father and husband. We are a team; we’re supposed to help each other in every way we can. I’m not asking to give up on what you are passionate about.” you sweetly pressed your lips against his.

“I love you.” He said, with eyes pure of love that your stomach curled up.

“I love you too, handsome.” You stayed hug for a while, while you feel like there was something missing. It was Maddox!

“Oh my god… where’s the kid?” you lift the head to catch his eyes.

“I left it with Maddie, I think we should pick him up before she calls us.” You nod.

An so where you, walking back home holding hands having the warm sensation that everything from now on will be just fine.

[Soundrack] [3]

The sound of nature calms both of your boys, you suggest to travel to the nearest park to set up some wood fire. And now you are carrying Maddox tired body, the little one is closing his eyes so often, and it will not take too long for him to sleep; since he’s got his thump already in his mouth. Timothée was watching the stars, with a sad tone on his face he said:

“Sometimes I forget that I’m a dad. When they invite at some restaurant for brief seconds I forget that I’m someone’s dad, that I change diapers or fed him. And that feels weird, not good weird, like something is missing. I’ll never going to regret being a father at my age, I will have a long way to watch him grow and become anything he wants; and somehow that makes me happy.”

“I don’t regret either. I feel that this kid connects us in beautiful ways; we are his mentors to teach him the good and bad. I think we’re more than ready to take the challenge.”

“I love you. And I’m so happy I chose you to be the mother of my child, even if that means by accident.” You couldn´t help but laugh.

“I love you too. Come on, let’s go to our house.”

“At least let us heard one more song before we go.” Timothee got up shaking the dirt from his pants, he went to the car and shuffle a couple of songs before he found out the one. “This one will work. Let me get Maddox on the car.”

After he let the baby he slowly approaches to you, touching his forehead with yours, rocking back and forth as Maria Bonita was playing on the back.

“Even if this song is made for a Maria. In this park, at midnight with the stars and moon as witnesses you’re my Maria Bonita. The one I will always be in love, beyond my body and soul. I’m all yours baby. Just say the word and we will go to the nearest chapel.” You smile.

“Yes.” You whispered on his lips

“Promised me that you don’t lie just because you feel idolized.” You kissed him. “I love you Mrs. Chalamet. Let the world know I Love this woman.” You shake your head, chuckling, the song ended and to seal the promise he kissed you passionately taking from his coat a jewelry box; knealing.

“Will you marry me?”

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polkadotkat · 7 years

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I’m an INTJ Woman and I’m not cold

To those who don’t like verbosity, I apologize, but I make good points, so please read on.

I keep reading all these articles about INTJs and how cold and calculating they are. How they’re distant and private people. How they take a long time to open up to you...This pisses me off and I’m going to tumbl all over that nonsense. First of all, I was raised by ENTPs. My family is full of NTs, and NPs in general. This made my J stand out like CRAZY. And it made me feel a lot of feelings as a teenager because NO ONE would hear me out (and by that I mean, listen to what I had to say and agree that my logic was irrefutable). They’d all tell me I was flying off the handle (and let’s be honest, y’all, any J is apt to fly off the handle when injustice slaps them in the face AND they’re hopped up on puberty hormones for a few acne-studded years). This was incredibly frustrating, but it did make me very aware of how my emotions would manifest themselves around issues of injustice and leadership. I became highly skilled in examining my emotions and sharing my thoughts and feelings in a detailed manner to help me argue my points on both rational and emotional levels. I learned to look for and ask for compassion so that people would listen to me long enough to see my side before shutting me down right away. I had to do this because a lot of people would just stop listening when I reacted to injustice in a passionate way. They didn’t like my passion or interest in leadership (often because I am a woman), so I had to show them my ability to empathize in order to be seen as a nurturing leader (the only type of leader women were allowed to be in an evangelical environment, for instance). And in many ways I am a great leader - I am great at showing people how to improve, giving them feedback on overarching patterns in their behavior, and recognizing systemic issues that affect all people involved in a process/system - but I had to learn how to do this in a tactful way for anyone to be able to give me leadership opportunities. I had to show that I could train new people well without expecting too much too fast for people to trust me to take on that kind of a role. There was a lot expected of me that wouldn’t have been expected of a man who was trying to do the same sort of thing.

And guys, it wasn’t that freakin’ hard to do. I just practiced talking out my thoughts and feelings to the people I trusted. I had a good inner circle, my whole life, because I needed people to talk to when I encountered obstacles that prevented me from taking on the leadership roles that I wanted. I also asked these friends to keep my ego in check, and they do. They tell me when I’m expecting too much of myself, when I’m beating myself up for not being good enough, and when I’m acting mightier or holier than thou. It’s good to have people you can trust to do that. And sometimes I react poorly to their feedback in the moment because I’m hurt, but I always say thank you and apologize soon after--I’m always immediately regretful of being mean about the feedback too, but sometimes my wounded ego takes a few days to heal before I apologize. I’m sick of reading INTJ profiles that act like INTJs are incapable of this. That’s BS. If I can do it, you can too, so stop your bellyaching, INTJs. If you want help, contact me. Or ask your favorite INP, they’ll give you a lowdown on how you hurt people and ask you questions until you figure your sh&t out.

I feel I’ve always been an open book with people, because I really have nothing to hide. I don’t like hypocrites, and I want people to call me out when I am one. If I expect people to be forthright about their issues with me, I’m going to be the same. If I have a problem, I’ll tell you and I am really not afraid of conflict. If we’re friends, I’ll share first about most aspects of my life. I know myself well, I reflect a lot, and I ask good questions that get both parties thinking and reflecting. I’m not at all a cold person. I’m blunt, but not cold. I’m serious, but I’m not cold. Nothing about me comes off as cold. Why does every INTJ profile say COLD!?!? I’ll get in a conflict with you and stay in it until we are both satisfied with the resolution - does that make me cold? I think it makes me stubborn as an ass, but not cold. Sure there are things I might be shy to open up about (they’re what most people keep private, like sex or money), but I push myself to share in those areas with a trustworthy person because I know that others will probably benefit from my story of pain/suffering/challenges/overcoming and I recognize that the shyness is mostly rooted in social norms and not logic/reason anyway. But you all, I really don’t see my story showing up in other INTJ stories. And maybe it’s because I’ve tried to be more of a servant in order to become a leader and avoid some of the pushback that comes with just jumping right in, but I still feel like these other INTJ profiles, even other women INTJ profiles, leave out some of the skills and traits I’ve worked really hard to develop in order to adapt in the 21st century world. Maybe it’s being a millenial, who grew up within a very differently gendered society than the Gen Xers or baby boomers? But I’m definitely curious if other INTJ women (especially millenials) have felt similarly (please let me know!)

One reason I think I developed my F side so much was because in my most formative pre-teen and teenage years I was communicating mostly via instant messenger. For my Ni Te Fi functions, this was the perfect form of communication. I could intuit and feel alone, but think out loud with another person. I could turn my feelings into thoughts to share them and instantly read and interpret how others understood me. I was really comfortable interacting, because it was through a text medium and that was second nature to me. I was (and am) a very fast typer, and an even faster thinker. I could almost keep up with my thinking. And when I got bored, there were plenty of other interesting people or websites to interact with. Drama was always a few steps removed because I’d be able to walk away/sign off/block. It was great. But the people to whom I was loyal, of course, walked me through how to be a better friend. I was always drawn to NFPs (and a few NFJs, though they were hard for me to identify at age 12) who would teach me about being compassionate and get me to understand my hurtful behaviors. Sometimes it was them overreacting, and sometimes it was me not listening, but I worked hard to settle our scuffles because I loved them. Over time, I think I managed to adapt an E like personality for internet relationships - I’m dynamic and funny and good at keeping in touch over email or messengers. I also feel like I managed to adapt my F to be a bit more of an empathetic and listening person. I also learned to love stories and center people’s voices and stories through everything. Being a sociology major in college helped immensely with this. Listening to the Moth podcast helped too. This trait has made me especially in tune to the idea that systems exist to serve people, and the moment a system stops serving people are starts serving itself, we need to work as swiftly as possible to change it. A wise INTJ will recognize that the way to investigate whether or not a system is in such a pickle is to actually listen to people’s stories about the system. Being a (Spanish) literature (and Sociology) major really helped me understand this as well. I recognized that bureaucracy and inefficiency were most easily recognized by listening to people’s stories about their interactions with systems. If an INTJ is so absorbed with making systems more efficient that she doesn’t listen to the stories of others about how they’ve been wronged by the system as it is, she won’t be a very effective leader, and she’ll fail to make any long-term changes that people actually buy into. It seems pretty obvious to me, since systems exist for people, that people need to buy into how the system will change in order for it to change, AND that systems need to benefit people (and not themselves) otherwise they’re ineffective/inefficient. OK? Great. Obviously there is a lot more to a person’s personality than just what the MBTI can tell you. Your gifts, skills, and adaptations are all developed and shaped by your experiences throughout your life, your relationships, and the environments in which you find yourself (where you’re most comfortable and least comfortable). For me, I was lucky enough to adapt feeling skills and masquerade as an I/ENFJ (who strangely never makes [big] decisions based on feelings). I’m definitely a passionate and strong personality, with enormous leadership potential and will rail against bad leaders until I’m blue in the face. This doesn’t make me a whole ton of friends. I’m easily frustrated by injustice, stupidity, unquestioning obedience, and inefficiency, which annoys the hell out of those around me when I actually express such feelings, because I can’t let go of how wrong things are. I also can’t stop examining and analyzing what could be better, and people who don’t see why these things matter to me can be easily hurt by it. But overall, I think I’m a lot wiser, a lot gentler, and a lot more feeling and willing to feel (I cry at least every three weeks, which is a TON for an INTJ, and I have no idea if it’s often for INTJ women, but I’d bet so) than the average INTJ, and certainly than the average INTJ depicted on most personality websites or even in articles written about INTJs by INTJs. So, tell me. Is anyone else out there like me?

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