#Timothée Chalamet imagines

[babyflorencee]

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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Imagines:

Neymar Jr

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take care

here

not at all

your idiot

series:

fight for us: 1 2 3

cora (daughter reader )

Jude Bellingham

so what are we doing now?

princess

our future

Timothée Chalamet

baby bump

us against the world

Kylian Mbappé

your biggest fan

love you just how you are

support

living the dream

pregnant

proposal

sad

released

the drunk girl

all alone or maybe not

the lawyer

you and me forever and ever 2

late at night with you

boss 2

crazy in love with you

pretty woman

Richarlison

never hurt her

my savior

Cristiano Ronaldo

sick

headcanon:

kylian mbappé dating a female rapper

kylian mbappé becoming a father

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[tbyfandoms]

Academy Attraction | Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Pairing: timothée chalamet x actress!reader

Word Count: 8.7k

Summary: it’s the oscar’s and once timothée and y/n spot each other on the red carpet, their attraction to each other is visibly undeniable, leading to a night full of awards in more ways than one

Warnings: swearing, brief 'spice' towards the end

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: ok I just wanna start by saying yes I realize the oscar’s was literal months ago LMAO, I swear I started writing this a day after it happened, I’ve just been struggling through it. I kept thinking about him at the ceremony and daydreaming about walking the red carpet with him, so I figured I might as well make it into a fic and spin it into something more. it honestly didn’t turn out how I hoped, I kinda hate it but it's whatever!

also just a quick little psa: I couldn’t find a dress that I really liked for the fic that fit my vision and was high-end, so sorry there’s no visual besides my description! I liked a lot of Dior’s ball gowns so I just chose them as the designer for the night as well. I hope you enjoy and lmk what you think! :)

Your heart is beating so rapidly against your rib cage, you’re sure the sound of it is loud enough for your assistant to hear; even amidst the chaos surrounding you two.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been an actress or how many of these events you go to, you will never not be nervous. When you’re acting it’s easy to embody someone else, to pretend you’re someone you’re not. But when it comes to events like this, like the Oscar’s, there’s really no pretending. Everything you say, do, and wear is solely you. There’s not very many places to hide or take a breath when you’re constantly surrounded by cameras and people anticipating your every move.

A hand reaches out and grasps your arm lightly. You jump a little at the sudden contact, having been stuck in your head, and your assistant, Lilah, gives you a sympathetic smile.

“You’re up next, Y/N. Do you need a moment? I can tell the next group they can go ahead of you if you’d like?” She says. Your heart swells a little at her words. This happens almost every time you have an event and yet she still handles it with care and patience. You’re so grateful to have her on your team and most importantly as a friend.

“No, that’s okay. Thank you, though. This always happens but I always make it out on the other side. I’ll be okay.” You give Lilah a firm nod, but it’s more to assure yourself than it is her.

“That’s right. Seriously, you’ve worked so hard to be where you’re at right now in your career. I mean look at you, you’re at the Oscar’s! And in one of the most drop dead gorgeous gowns I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You deserve this, so go out there and enjoy it! I’ll be right behind you.” She reaches out and gives your hand a squeeze which you gladly return, also giving her a smile.

You face forward and take a breath before stepping onto the red carpet. Lights immediately start flashing before you, but you do your best to react accordingly and enjoy it as much as possible. Your assistant is right, you’ve worked so hard these past few years and you won’t let some event jitters deter you from enjoying everything that comes with being a successful actress. Well, almost everything.

“Y/N! Over here, Y/N!” One of the photographers call from somewhere on your left, so you move your body a bit so they can get some shots of you. You smile and make sure to stand up straight as you take the time to look in every direction.

Even though it can be severely overwhelming, red carpets aren’t all that bad once you get the hang of it and just let yourself have some fun.

Placing one hand on your hip, you use the other to spread out your dress a bit. It’s incredible and has to be one of your favorites you’ve ever gotten the honor to wear. It’s a black ball gown with off the shoulder sleeves and is covered in jewels in perfect places that shine at just the right angle. It’s made of silk and tulle and other fabrics that somehow are still soft to the touch. It hugs your chest and curves in all the right spots, leaving you feeling confident and beautiful. This dress is everything you’ve dreamed of and more and is absolutely perfect for the occasion.

“Y/N, to your right! You look stunning!” Another photographer calls out and you can’t help the small giggle that passes your lips as you turn to the right. After you think you’ve given the photographer enough time to take some photos, you start to move towards the middle of the carpet.

“Look right here in the middle, Y/N! How about a kiss for the camera?” You hear someone yell and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. That’s paparazzi for you, always barking orders and wanting more than just a smile. At least it’s an innocent request, or so you hope.

“Sure, but only if you say please,” you tease. Why not have a little fun with it?

“Awh, c’mon, please?” The photographer yells back and you can hear the joking way he’s begging in his voice.

You just shake your head and laugh before deciding to give him what he wants. Bringing your hand up to your lips, you kiss your fingertips before laying out your hand and blowing the kiss towards the dozens of cameras before you.

There’s some cheers that echo around the crowd and more compliments get thrown at you as the flashes and clicks of cameras continue to surround you.

*****

At the end of the carpet, Timothée Chalamet stands with his assistant, Callie, as he prepares to take part in numerous interviews before heading into the theater.

The night had been going fantastic so far. Timothée was getting to catch up with so many of his fellow costars from Dune and other peers as he made his way through the event. He had missed stuff like this and is so happy to be here.

As Timothée tries to decide where to head next, he hears his assistant call his name. He turns and notices she’s discreetly pointing towards someone on the carpet.

“Look, Y/N is here!” She exclaims. Timothée’s eyes immediately dart back to the red carpet, the place he was just taking pictures not long ago, and finds you instantly.

“God, she’s gorgeous,” he whispers as he takes in your figure.

There you are, dressed in black, wearing a dress that matches his own outfit quite well. You’re currently blowing a kiss to the cameras and Timothée can’t help but grin at the sight.

He watches as you laugh and continue to smile for the cameras. He’s known you long enough to know you must be nervous, but no one would ever be able to tell by the way you’re holding yourself so graciously.

Callie leans in close to Timothée’s ear so no one can see or hear what she’s saying. “You should go over there! I’m telling you, T, she’s just as head over heels for you as you are for her. I know how much you care for her and it’s obvious how much she cares for you too. You two lovebirds need to just get together already!”

The brunette boy can feel the heat on his cheeks instantly and he prays it’s not noticeable. It’s true what his assistant is saying, Timothée has been in love with you for almost as long as he’s known you and he cares for you deeply. He’s just never done anything about it because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same and risk losing the wonderful friendship you have. He finds it hard to believe you feel the same way, though. He’s never noticed any hints that you might reciprocate his feelings, but then again he never was good at noticing things like that…

“You really think so? I mean is it that obvious?” He asks.

“Yes and yes. Just trust me on this, and if nothing else at least you’ll have a good time with one of your dear friends. Now go!” Callie laughs before lightly pushing Timothée forward. The guy is one hell of an actor, but give him the signal to go after a girl and he crumbles. You gotta love him though.

Timothée takes several steps forward and he watches as you begin to turn, ready to make your way down the rest of the carpet. As if sensing his presence, your head tilts up and your eyes immediately lock with his.

*****

“Timothée!” You cry out, somehow still surprised to see him even though you knew he’d be here somewhere.

Grabbing the front of your dress, you hurry as best you can to meet up with him. Timothée meets you more than halfway so the both of you stop at the last section of the carpet.

As soon as you meet, the curly haired boy is engulfing you in his arms and hugging you tightly. You hug him back and smile at his warm embrace and captivating scent that instantly fills the air around you. You’re not sure what cologne he’s wearing, but you swear you would bathe in it that’s how good it smells.

The two of you part and Timothée takes your hands in his, spreading them out between you both and giving you a once over. The way his eyes darken as they rake up and down your body causes a warm sensation to start to pool in your belly, and you suddenly feel flustered.

“You look incredible, Ms. Y/L/N,” he says before giving you a smile.

“I could say the same about you, Mr. Chalamet,” you reply. In a swift motion you take in Timothée and all his glory. Of course he looks stunning, per usual. The thing that sticks out most to you is his lack of a shirt. He’s never quite worn something like this before, but god do you hope he continues to do it.

His milky skin contrasts perfectly with his dark clothing and silver jewelry. His jacket and pants cover enough of him, but also leave little to the imagination as you take in the toned dips on his stomach. It takes everything in you not to stand there with your mouth hanging open.

Some yelling is heard and at once you’re brought back to reality and the fact you’re standing on the red carpet still. You look back towards the photographers and notice how they all swarm to the side you and Timothée are at. It’s as if everyone wants a picture of the two of you together.

“Mind if I join you on your last stretch of the carpet?”

“Not at all.”

The both of you turn towards the cameras and a slight chill runs up your spine as you feel Timothée’s hand lay gently on your back. Not too low and not too high, always the gentleman.

You wrap your right arm around Timothée’s waist but are left questioning where to put your left hand. You’d typically place it against his chest, always posing like that with him, but you’re unsure if his lack of a shirt would cause him to feel uncomfortable at the touch.

Deciding to go for it anyways, you hesitantly reach up and let your fingers graze across his soft skin.

“Is this okay?” You question, ready to take your hand back the minute he shows any sign of discomfort.

“It’s perfect,” he replies, looking down at you and giving you a slight nod of approval, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

Unbeknownst to you, Timothée is more than okay with the situation at hand. Although the two of you always pose like this together, this time it is very different. This time there’s hardly any fabric separating the warmth of your fingertips against the skin of Timothée’s chest. Heat radiates through his body and all he wants to do is find out how your hands would feel against the rest of him.

Timothée quickly rids his mind of any further thoughts.

The flashing lights and sounds of shutter clicks seem to multiply as you and Timothée pose together. Photographers’ voices grow louder as each one cries out for the two of you to look in their direction. It always gets a little bit more hectic when you pose with a fellow actor or actress, especially with Timothée, but this time it seems more intense.

Over the past few years both you and Timothée have gained more success and recognition. You’ve become icons in the film world and are seen as rising stars who are sure to leave a mark on the industry for many years to come. You’re fan favorites and are currently the “it” people in Hollywood. It’s been a lot to take on but it’s all either of you has dreamed about. It’s wonderful but can sure be pretty scary, especially in situations like this.

Your pulse starts to quicken once more and Timothée can feel the way you stiffen under his touch at the sudden intensity. Trying his best to calm you and to let you know you’re okay, he lightly presses his thumb into your back and rubs tiny circles against it.

Feeling Timothée rub circles in your back allows you to feel more at ease and let your body relax into his touch. He always knows just what to do in every situation. It’s one of the many reasons you love him so much.

The thought scares you, but it’s true. You’re not quite sure when your feelings for him changed, but a part of you believes you’ve felt this way since the day you met him. You’re constantly being told Timothée feels the same about you, but he’s never done anything to show that’s true. You could always make the first move but you’re too afraid your intel has been wrong and all it’ll do is mess up your friendship.

At the end of the day you’d rather have Timothée as a friend than not have him in your life at all, so your romantic feelings stay where they are; hidden away.

A short time passes so you turn to look back at your assistant, knowing it’s probably time to move along. These things always go pretty fast to keep everything in order.

Lilah nods her head at you, a tell tale sign you’re good to go, and then gives you a quick wink that leaves you feeling flushed. She knows how much you love Timothée and you just know she’s gonna tease you about this later.

“Shall we, mon chéri?” Timothée says as you turn back to him. You watch as his eyes flicker down and you follow his gaze to see he has his hand stretched out before you, offering it for you to hold. You do your best not to melt right here on the red carpet.

“We shall,” you grin, before accepting Timothée’s hand and allowing him to lead you away from the heard of photographers.

As the both of you step out onto the rest of the carpet, the area with countless reporters ready to interview you, you can’t help but to bask in the moment.

Although suffering from nerves just a short time ago, currently you feel at ease. You know it has everything to do with Timothée by your side. His hand is warm and soft against your own and his presence is helping the hectic atmosphere feel calm. No matter what happens tonight you know you’re going to have a wonderful time spending it with him, if that’s what he wishes to do as well.

Timothée begins to lead you over to a small group of interviewers, but before you get far you take a quick glance at Lilah. You notice she’s met up with Timothée’s assistant and it’s clear they’re up to something with the way they keep giggling and looking over at you and Timothée.

They’ve known each other for as long as you and Timothée have been friends, and something tells you they each know a lot more than they let on to you and your brunette companion. You find yourself desperately wanting to know what’s going on, but your attention is taken away from them and brought to the girl in front of you.

“Hi! My name’s Emily, it’s so nice to meet you both!” The girl is in a red dress and has long dark hair. She has a microphone with a TikTok logo on it and you immediately recognize her as the girl who does those mock celebrity videos.

“Hey! Nice to meet you too, I love your videos!” you tell her, and Emily’s smile instantly broadens.

“Oh wow, thank you so much!”

“Yeah, of course!” you return her smile and can tell how genuine she seems. This whole thing must be very exciting and full circle for her.

“Well you both look incredible so I have to ask; Who are you wearing?” Emily holds out her microphone and you let go of Timothée’s hand, knowing how animated he is when he speaks.

Timothée goes to start talking but then takes a second to look over at you.

“You or me first?” He asks with a smile and you just shake your head in return, knowing how pumped he is to be here and to be doing interviews like this.

“Go ahead, it’s all yours,” you laugh and Timothée chuckles before turning back towards Emily.

“A Louis Vuitton moment,” he answers while pulling on his jacket a little. Emily’s partner makes a comment about Timothée’s lack of a shirt and how he tried to do it too and it ends in the four of you laughing. Emily brings the microphone back towards you and you step forward a little to answer her.

“I’m wearing Dior and I absolutely love it,” you grasp a part of the dress and bring it out a little, admiring the way it flows and lays so effortlessly. “I’m so grateful to be wearing it tonight.”

“You look so stunning in it. And it looks like you and Timothée are even matching a bit!” Emily points out the similarities in yours and Timothée’s outfits and once again you find yourself admiring the man beside you.

“We are, aren’t we!” Timothée replies as he looks over your dress once more. He can’t get over how gorgeous you look. “She truly looks so beautiful.”

The two interviewers “awh” at Timothée’s remark and you feel your heart flutter in response. He’s so beyond sweet.

You thank Timothée and the interview continues. Emily and her partner go back and forth with questions about yours and Timothée’s recent projects, especially the ones nominated for awards tonight. Both of your films are up for technical awards, so neither you nor Timothée will be walking home with a personal trophy, but you’re both rooting for your respective films to win in their categories.

A few jokes are cracked here and there and you all appear to be enjoying each other’s presence. It’s a nice change from the typical grilling questions interviewers ask, such as info on your love life and other private information. You’re grateful for interviewers like these and constantly wish there was more like them.

“So besides the films you starred in, are there any others you’re rooting for tonight?”

“Honestly there’s so many wonderful nominees! All of the films that have come out this past year have been incredible. Some of my favorites that are nominated have to be Encanto, West Side story, and then Dune of course!” You glance over at Timothée and give him a small smile. “But truly every film nominated deserves to win and I can’t wait to see what happens. I’m sure it’ll be a great night.”

Emily nods her head and then moves the mic over to Timothée.

“I’m gonna have to agree with, Y/N. There’s so many great nominees, it’s hard to pick a few. Anyone who wins honestly deserves it, and wins or not for Dune I’m happy to be here. It’s the Oscar’s, it’s great!”

“And we’re so happy to have you both as well! Thank you guys so much for taking the time to chat with us, it’s been so good to talk with you! Will you be spending the rest of the evening together or did you just happen to run into each other?” Emily looks questioningly between you and Timothée and you find yourself unsure of what to say. You did technically just run into each other, but you are kind of hoping to spend the rest of the night with Timothée as well.

Before you get the chance to make up your mind about what to say, Timothée takes initiative and begins to answer Emily’s question.

“We did just happen to run into each other, but if Y/N doesn’t mind, I’d love to spend the evening with her.” Timothée looks over at you fondly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and you feel the butterflies return to your stomach instantly.

“I don’t mind at all. It’d be an honor to spend the evening with you,” you reply and you watch as Timothée’s coy smile turns into a full on grin.

“Wonderful! I hope you guys have a great rest of your night and thank you again!” Emily smiles at the both of you before reaching out to shake your hand.

“No problem! And thank you, you guys as well!” You smile, taking her hand for a moment and then taking her co-host’s as well. Timothée says his goodbyes and gives his gratitude and then the two of you are off.

The further you step into the event the more excitement that surrounds you. Fellow actors and actresses are scattered around the carpet, fans line the barricades surrounding the area, and interviewers are stationed all around to get the next best story.

You’re immediately drawn to the fans, always ready to greet them and interact with them. It’s the least you can do considering they’re a big part of the reason you’re here today. You wholeheartedly believe you’d be nowhere without them.

“I’m gonna go say hi to some of the fans before going for another interview, meet back up in a bit?” You say to Timothée as you go to start making your way to the barricades.

“Yeah, definitely! I’m gonna head further down, but I’ll come find you.” Timothée gives you a slight wave before making his way further down the carpet, seeming to catch up with fans who were unable to get any closer.

Light squeals of excitement fill your ears as you reach the large group of fans in front of you. Somehow your smile gets even bigger as you get closer, their happiness consuming you in the best way possible.

“Hey, everyone!” A chorus of “hi”s and “hello”s are heard before the requests for pictures and hugs take over. You happily oblige to pretty much all of them, while also not wanting to take up too much time. The ceremony would be starting soon.

As you reach the final people of the group before you, one of the girls steps forward and begins to speak. “Y/N, I just have to ask. Are you and Timothée dating?”

The question takes you by surprise, especially as other fans start chiming in with their interest as well.

“No, we’re just great friends,” you answer. The fans appear to look a little disappointed, and some even confused.

“That’s unfortunate. You guys are so cute together!” The same fan says and some of the people around her nod their heads in agreement.

“You guys really think so?” You chuckle a bit at their antics, intrigued with why they believe that.

“Yeah!” Another fan calls out and he shakes his head in disbelief. “I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you? That man is so in love, I swear! Y/N, you have to see this video of Timothée when he saw you arrived. And don’t even get me started on the pictures from the carpet!” There’s some giggles throughout the crowd and lots of terms of agreement.

Wait, what? What are they talking about? You think as you start to see a couple of the fans begin to scroll through their phones. One of the fans is about to hand their phone to you when suddenly loud shrieks break out amongst the crowd, and a hand is placed on your back.

Looking up, you notice Timothée has made his way back to you. His green eyes sparkling as he looks into your own.

“Hey, Callie said we should go do some quick interviews and head inside, they’re already about to start apparently.”

“Oh, okay,” you reply. You didn’t realize how long it had already been since you got here, you definitely need to hurry so you don’t miss anything.

Looking back towards the fan who was about to hand you their phone, you give them a small smile and a knowing look. It’s not like you can look at the video and photos now, not with Timothée literally right next to you.

“Just go on twitter when you get a chance,” They lean in a little closer so Timothée won’t hear, he’s started taking pictures with the fans anyways so you figure it’s alright. “You guys are trending! It’s adorable and it’s clear he cares a lot for you. I hope it works out for the two of you!”

A small smile forms on your face at the sweet words. You tell the fan “thank you” before saying your goodbyes. Timothée blows some kisses at the fans and they go nuts for it, he laughs before turning around and once again taking your hand in his. You could definitely get used to this feeling.

As if it’s a race against the clock, you and Timothée go through the rest of your interviews rapidly. A majority of the questions are ones you’ve answered countless times already, but it’s all worth repeating as many times as needed due to the honor it is to be here tonight.

Making your way through the crowd and into the theater, you marvel at everything from people’s outfits to the architecture and decor around you. It’s so ravishing, and that starstruck feeling you get every time you come to these events consumes you wholly.

Reaching your assigned seats, you smile as Timothée holds onto you as you settle into your chair and fix your dress so it’s spread evenly around you. He waits until you’re settled before taking his own seat and reveling in his surroundings.

“God, I’ll never get used to being at these things. I used to watch them on tv as a kid and to think I’m being invited to them now is insane!” Timothée sighs as he leans back into his chair.

“I couldn’t agree more, every time I get an invite it’s like the first time all over again. It’s so surreal.”

The brunette turns towards you and his eyes immediately fill with a look of fondness. He watches as you scan the room and inspect every person and detail, trying to soak up everything. It’s so obvious how grateful and proud you are to be here, to see how much your hard work has payed off.

Timothée loves the fact that no matter what happens, no matter how much more famous you get, you never stop being grateful and appreciative of where you are today. Your humbleness and strive to always stay grounded is so inspiring to him and he finds you’re both alike in that aspect. Having someone with the same values as him is something he cherishes in an industry where people can become so clouded by the fame. He’s grateful to have you as someone to turn to, to talk to, and to be close to. Timothée truly doesn’t know where he’d be without you.

Adjusting in your seat, you turn and notice the way Timothée is staring at you.

“What?” You can’t help but to giggle, feeling slightly nervous and giddy over his gaze.

“Nothing, I just missed you is all.”

Your heart swells at his words and you fight the urge to jump up and engulf him in a hug. Timothée never fails to make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world to him every single time you’re together.

“I missed you too, Tim,” you reply softly. The two of you continue look at each other, a feeling you can’t quite describe lingering in the air between you. You notice Timothée’s brows furrow as if he’s contemplating something. He goes to speak but suddenly the lights are flickering, a sign the show is about to begin.

Timothée faces forward towards the stage, but you’d give anything to have just a few more moments with him, to find out what it is he was going to say.

*****

The night goes on as expected, with a few surprises of course. Both yours and Timothée’s films each won at least one award in their technical categories, and you couldn’t be happier. Everyone involved in each film worked so hard and you both feel very lucky to have been a part of such major pictures.

About midway through the show Timothée is called up in a bit involving eligible bachelors in Hollywood. Whilst Timothée is up there playing along, he can’t help but to wish he wasn’t.

As he stands on that stage, he can’t keep his eyes off you. The actor can’t help but to think of his feelings for you, think of the time he’s wasted by not taking his shot. Although he doesn’t mind being involved in corny jokes, he doesn’t want to be known as the single kid. Timothée wants to be your boyfriend, he wants to be the one by your side in everything, he wants to be the man you deserve and so much more.

When he takes his seat again, Timothée feels like he has a fire lit under him. He wants to get up right here and now and tell you exactly how he feels, but he can’t, not during the middle of one of the biggest nights in television.

Throughout the rest of the show, you steal glances at your longtime friend and can’t help but to notice his sudden change in demeanor. You hadn’t been able to speak much as the show was happening, but he certainly looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here right now.

Racking your mind over everything that has happened so far tonight, you try to pinpoint why Timothée would suddenly seem so uncomfortable. Was it something you did? Did the single joke offend him? Does it have something to do with what he was going to say before the show started?

As if you hadn’t experienced enough anxiety tonight, now your thoughts are racing over what’s going on with your curly-haired friend.

Trying to concentrate on the ceremony happening before you, you do your best to push thoughts of Timothée out of your mind. It comes easier than expected as an incredibly unexpected event takes place. As jokes begin to fly, so do hands and you watch in bewilderment as people around you begin to whisper and staff begin to hastily try to diffuse the situation.

For Timothée, it’s as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. He’s so concentrated on confessing his love to you whilst also trying to conserve your friendship, that it doesn’t even phase him. He doesn’t know how in the world he’s going to be able to do this, or if you’ll even feel the same, but he’d be dumb not to let you know how he really feels after all this time.

Looking over, you try and see if you can get Timothée’s reaction to everything, but he still looks like he’s trying to get out of here as soon as possible. This isn’t like him and is definitely different than the man you caught up with back on the red carpet. Something’s up, you’re just not sure what.

*****

After what seems like a hundred more announcements and acceptance speeches, the show finally comes to an end. During commercial breaks you tried your best to try and talk to Timothée, but either one of your colleagues would come and strike up a conversation with you, or you’d chicken out for fear of what he might say.

At this point, the night is definitely taking a turn and you’re not so sure it’s for the better.

People start filing out of the auditorium and before you even get the chance to start standing up, the lanky man next to you darts up from his chair and immediately turns towards you.

“Hey, let’s go somewhere private, I want to talk to you about something.” The way your stomach drops at Timothée’s words is a feeling you’ve never felt before. The tone of his voice and eagerness in his demeanor is extremely unsettling and to say you’re slightly terrified of what’s to come is an understatement.

“Yeah, sure, okay,” you reply weakly. The way the two of you went from being close and sentimental earlier, to whatever it is you are now is insanely shocking. As Timothée leads you through the sea of people, you continue to rack your brain to find anything that might’ve caused this. Everything was fine up until the show started. Sure he said he missed you but that’s what friends do when they haven’t seen each other in a while.

Nothing is adding up and nothing makes sense. You just wanted an evening with one of your best friends and it’s turned into a night of chaos and confusion.

Suddenly you’re snapped out of your thoughts as a hand grabs onto your wrist and you start to be lightly dragged down a hallway and into a small alcove. You look up and watch as Timothée scans the area before settling himself in front of you. There’s not many people over here, so the fact he’s secluded you both in this hidden area is slightly alarming.

“I don’t really know how to say this and I’m scared it’s going to ruin our friendship but I’m gonna say it anyway because it’s been on my mind and I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.” Running a hand through his hair, Timothée takes a breath before continuing. “I love you, Y/N. And not in the way a friend loves a friend. Not in the way we say it to each other all the time. I am in love with you and I have been for a long time if I’m being honest. There’s no one else in the world who makes me feel as happy and understood as you do, and I’d give anything to be the one you fall asleep and wake up to every day. You’re my absolute best friend and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’m tired of hiding the way I feel or being scared of what’s going to happen. To tell the truth I’m terrified right now but it’s worth it for you. No matter what you say or do when I finally stop rambling I want you to know I’ll always be here for you and I’ll always love you, Y/N.”

To say you’re speechless would be an understatement. Here you are thinking something horrible is happening between you two, only to find out the man you’re in love with feels the exact same way you do.

“Timothée…” You don’t even know where to begin, how to express that you feel completely and utterly the same about him. Your silence and shocked expression must send the wrong message because Timothée immediately starts to look timid and his eyes are anywhere but on your own.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that and put you on the spot. We just got out of an award ceremony and I know everyone’s emotions are out of whack right now and-“ He continues to ramble and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips at the sight of him. The sound stops Tim’s rambling and a smile he can’t help forms on his face due to the sound.

“Timothée, I love you too.” The boy’s eyes go wide and you smile before continuing, “And not in the way a friend loves a friend.” You chuckle and Timothée’s cheeks heat up slightly at your teasing.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Just like you I have for a long time. I was scared to tell you or to make a move because I didn’t wanna lose you or make things awkward between us. I should’ve listened to Lilah when she told me she knew you felt the same about me.” You lightly shake your head, to think you could’ve probably been with Timothée by now if you just would’ve trusted your assistant.

“Wait, Lilah said that? Callie told me you felt the same about me too, I just figured she was always wrong.” The two of you sigh and lightly roll your eyes. Guess you were right about Lilah and Callie both knowing more than they lead on, they were so scheming.

“We’re so bad at this aren’t we?” You ask and Timothée nods his head and shrugs.

“We definitely are.” You and Timothée both start laughing and a sudden weight seems to lift itself off both of your guys’ shoulders. To know the one you love with your whole heart feels the same sure is a good feeling.

A silence settles over the both of you. The noise of fellow actors and actresses bustling out of the theater and onto the streets of Los Angeles becoming mere background noise.

You watch at Timothée’s eyes scan your face. It’s as if he’s taking in every detail, never wanting to forget a single thing about you.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Timothée whispers and the sound sends a chill throughout your body.

“Then kiss me,” you reply in a hushed tone. The green eyes in front of you darken to emerald, and your back presses flat against the wall behind you as Timothée steps forward, enclosing you in the alcove you’re hidden in.

Reaching a hand up to cup your face, Timothée wastes no time in connecting his lips with yours. You know it’s cliché but you swear the feeling sends sparks throughout your body instantly.

A hunger that has been trapped for way too long consumes both you and the brunette. You grasp the front of Timothée’s jacket and bring him even closer to you somehow, your bodies flush against each other.

Timothée nibbles lightly at your bottom lip and the feeling drives you crazy. His other hand is on your waist, and even through the layers of fabric in your dress you can feel the heat radiating from his hand into your hip.

“Let’s go back to my hotel.” The actor’s voice is rich with lust and the sound has your head spinning. There’s nothing more you’d rather do but…

“What about the after party? We have to go to that outfit change and-“

“Fuck the after party,” You meet Timothée’s gaze and the heat in your belly immediately intensifies. “Right now all I want is you.”

Heart beating a million times faster, you nod your head and don’t even think twice before following Timothée out of the alcove and outside to try and get to the car. The temperature has gone down slightly since you were outside earlier, but it does nothing to calm your burning skin, still tingling from the feeling of the man on you mere seconds ago.

There’s still a lot of people outside the venue; attendees waiting on their rides, fans trying to get a last glimpse at their favorite movie stars, and paparazzi wanting even more pictures than they got earlier.

You look around and somehow spot Lilah in the crowd. Thinking back to when you were getting ready, you remember her saying she’d wait for you after the Oscars, not wanting you to be alone after everything. Little did she know the plans you’d end up having.

Glancing at Timothée, you take note of the fact he’s still on the phone. His tone is rushed, yet polite. You can tell he’s itching to get out of here as much as you are. Timothée himself doesn’t even know how he’s still making any sense on the phone, his only thoughts being of you and wanting to take off your dress as quick as possible.

“Lilah!” You call out. Luckily your assistant is somehow able to hear you over the bustle of everything. She spots you and makes her way towards you.

“Hey! How’d everything go?” Her eyes flick towards Timothée and you see the small smirk that plays on her lips.

“You mean the Oscar’s or with Timothée?” You tease and Lilah blushes.

“Both?”

“Incredible!” You squeal. It takes everything in you not to jump up and down thinking about what’s happened between you and Timothée in the span of the last ten minutes.

“Yes! I knew it!” Lilah lets nothing hold her back as she claps her hands and does a little shake.

“I see that now! Timothée and I were so clueless. We had no idea you and Callie were conspiring to try and get us together. We could’ve been a couple ages ago if we just would’ve put two and two together.”

“Hey we did our best, we figured you guys would’ve figured it out on your own. Apparently not as quick as we originally thought, though.” Lilah laughs and you do the same. “At least it all worked out. I only assume so anyways considering the way Timothée hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you came over here, and the fact it looks like he’s gonna jump your bones any second.”

“Lilah!” You gasp, feeling heat rush to your face.

“What! I’m just saying,” she winks. “I guess I don’t even have to ask if you’re coming to the after party? Seems you’ll be busy…”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m leaving!” You turn away from your assistant as she starts to crack up.

“Text me later, love you!” Lilah says in a sing song voice.

Shaking your head, you can’t help the smile that forms on your face. Calling over your shoulder you say, “I will, love you too!”

Making your way back to Timothée, you see exactly what Lilah was talking about. His eyes bore into you heavily and are filled with a look you’ve only ever dreamed he’d give you. Your knees nearly buckle as his hand comes up to your lower back and grips you firmly, turning you towards a car pulling up to the sidewalk.

There’s still a decent sized crowd surrounding you, so when you feel Timothée flush against your back and leaning in, you stiffen, heart pounding in your chest.

“I can’t wait to see what’s under that dress,” he whispers against your ear and your head nearly lulls backwards, goosebumps spreading across your body immediately.

The driver gets out of the car and opens the back door for you and Timothée. The brunette leaves your side, not giving you the option to reply. You follow him and he lets you into the car first before climbing in after you. The driver shuts the door and thus begins what feels like the longest car ride of your life.

*****

Even though it was silent the entire drive to Timothée’s hotel, you still feel as if you had a whole conversation. Timothée’s actions spoke much louder than any words he could’ve said. The looks he gave you, the slight touches when the car would jerk a certain way, the spread of his legs, and the twitches in his jaw. You practically jumped out of the car the moment it stopped in front of the hotel, wanting to get to his room as fast as possible.

Fans meet you at the entrance of the hotel, you do your best to keep your composure and not let on to anything. Thankfully, security rushes you inside, not wanting a frenzy to break out.

Once inside, you stop and suddenly realize you have no idea where to go. You’re staying at a different hotel than Timothée, you don’t even have a clue what floor he’s on.

Turning around to check with Timothée, you nearly smack into him as he appears right behind you. You basically feel the rumbling in his chest as he chuckles.

“This way, mon chéri.” Timothée’s hand is back on your lower back and the feeling of his hand combined with the sound of his nickname for you leaves you feeling dizzy. At this point, this man is going to make you pass out.

The ride in the elevator up to Timothée’s floor is just as silent as the car ride was. The only sound filling the space is that of your heavy breathing. When the elevator dings and the doors open, you feel butterflies fill your stomach. Excitement and nerves coursing your body at the idea of what’s going to happen once you reach the hotel room.

Sure being with Timothée intimately has crossed your mind before, but you never thought it’d actually happen. There's little time for your thoughts to spiral, as you've already reached your destination. Timothée opens the door and you're immediately rushed inside, the boy's hands circling your waist and then pushing you up against the door.

The brunette's lips connect with yours and you’re instantly intoxicated by his close proximity, scent, and feeling of his lips on yours. Your hands intertwine in his hair, pulling at the curls you've daydreamed about running your hands through for ages.

Timothée trails his hands up your back and begins to tug on the zipper of your dress. Your back arches as he slowly brings the zipper down, exposing your goosebump covered skin.

As soon as your dress is completely unzipped, you reach down and push on the flaps of Timothée's jacket, running your hands over his bare shoulders as the sleeves fall down his arms.

Stepping back, you let the Dior gown fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Breathing deeply, Timothée takes all of you in, mesmerized by every inch of your body.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, stepping forward and placing one hand lightly on your waist and the other on your cheek. You can't help but flush and begin to feel shy. His green eyes are piercing and it's as if he can see every imperfection, every insecurity. You trust him with every fiber of your being, yet you can't help the feeling, and you know he can tell. "Hey it's okay, it's just me. You don't have to hide from me."

Meeting his gaze, you can feel the sincerity in his words, can feel the genuine love in every touch as Timothée's hands trail your skin. "I love you," you breathe out.

"I love you, too." Timothée rushes forward and takes your lips between his again. Your bodies are flush against each other, closer than ever as skin meets skin. You can feel the coolness of the silver necklace around Timothée's neck as it falls in-between your breasts, but you don't mind one bit.

Timothée turns the both of you, guiding you backwards towards the large bed in the hotel room. His lips leave yours as he starts to kiss across your jaw and down your neck.

Your breathing becomes more rapid, your senses filled with nothing but Timothée and the feeling of his lips on your skin. You run your hands down the brunette's back, bringing them around to his lower abdomen and tracing the dips you couldn't stop staring at earlier.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Timothée says breathlessly.

"The feeling is mutual." You drop back onto the bed and Timothée wastes no time in following you, hovering over your exposed body. His fingers trace down your sides, stopping once they've reached the waistband of your underwear. Sliding them down your legs, he tosses them to the side before leaning down and hovering over you once more. You reach up and pull on his necklace, bringing him in close to you for a kiss.

You grasp Timothée's hair in your fingers again and let your hands follow his movements as his head begins to travel down your body. Timothée kisses as many parts of you that he can. He nips and sucks on your skin as he goes lower and lower until...

oh.

*****

The room is relatively quiet, only the sound of Timothée in the shower filling the large space. You had already taken one and are now comfortably wrapped up in the bedsheets as you wait for him to join you. Your muscles ache and you can already see small bruises forming around your body, but you couldn't care less. You wouldn't trade tonight for anything.

As you listen to the running water and small hums of different songs coming from Timothée, you reach over and grab your phone, remembering something from earlier.

Opening Twitter, you click the magnifying glass icon, eager to check the trending page. Countless other things occurred tonight, so you're sure even if you and Timothée were trending earlier in the evening, you wouldn't be now.

Scrolling down the page, you're surprised to see the two of you are still one of the top trends. Excitement and wonder fills you, you're eager to see if all those things the fans said earlier are true. Surely you would've noticed if Timothée was showing any signs of interest on the carpet, right?

Clicking on the tag, your phone is instantly flooded with thousands of tweets showcasing different pictures and videos of the two of you on the carpet. Clicking one of the top videos, you notice it's of Timothée and Callie. They seems to be saying something to each other before the camera moves and you pop up on the screen. It goes back to Timothée and you do your best to make out the words he's saying.

It looks as if he says, "God, she's gorgeous," and suddenly your stomach is full of those butterflies again. You watch as Timothée starts to walk towards you on the carpet, but then the video ends. You scroll through the replies and see a bunch of fans' comments, uttering their interpretations of what Tim said. Majority say the same as what you thought and it makes your heart swell to know Timothée's love and adoration is so evident. You can't believe you never realized it before.

Scrolling a little more you come across another video, this time of the two of you on the carpet together. You click it and watch as you turn to look back at Lilah. You study Timothée's movements and take in how his eyes shine as he looks at you, the way his smile gets a little bit deeper. You're not even looking at him in that moment but he still looks at you as if you were.

You watch as Timothée sticks out his hand for you and grin at the way your hand looks in his; perfect. Maybe it's all in your head, but it seems the fans weren't kidding earlier. Timothée really does wear his heart on his sleeve. You couldn't ask for anyone better, nor would you want to.

Timothée comes out of the bathroom and you take him in as he towel dries his hair. His jewelry is long gone, leaving him bare with nothing but a towel on. His skin glistens with the leftover water from the shower, and even being in such a simple state, Timothée is still the most beautiful guy you've ever seen.

It doesn't take long for Timothée to notice you staring. He smiles at you and quirks an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just, God, you're gorgeous," you smile. You're not sure if Timothée even knows you're copying his own statement about you, but it doesn't matter because you quickly find yourself wrapped in his arms, feeling his laughter shake in his chest as he gets shy over your words.

Lightly sighing, you take in this perfect moment, wanting to stay in it forever. Tonight was a whirlwind, it was full of glitz and glamour, gossip and drama, but most importantly it was full of love.

It may have taken longer than it should have for you and Timothée to get together, but you have each other now and that's all that really matters.

And to think it's all because of some academy attraction.

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Met gala Timothée or Timothée at premiere where he needs to be away from notfamous!reader and they ft at night. Then one day he post on his social media about it?

okay so i kinda put a twist on this, but i hope it’s still enjoyable nonetheless as a social media fic💐

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Timothée Chalamet x Notfamous!Reader

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watching from home :) so excited for tim 😌

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he’s got that post gala glow in milan ;)

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[notjohnlegere]

Hello!!!!

So sorry about my absence. The life of an adult is always a wild one, so I haven’t had much time to indulge in writing.

I’m back with a little something for you! I wasn’t able to form it into a full story, but hopefully it quenches your Timmy thirst a little. Enjoy! 💖

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Over You

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Over You

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

timmy confesses his feelings to his journal after he is rejected by the reader. angst.

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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I don’t see you as anything more than a friend. You’re like family to me.

It’d been almost 6 months since she uttered those words to me. She was so sweet about it, letting me down gently and ignoring the way my face fell. We moved on like nothing happened. We continued being friends, hanging out, spending hours texting. Nothing changed and that’s the most awful thing I’m grateful for.

My feelings for her came slowly, but my realization of them hit me hard. I felt like one of those men you see on cartoons, getting crushed by the weight of a piano coming from god-knows-where in the sky. I woke up one day, an average day with nothing special around the edges, and knew I loved her.

I wrestled with the idea for months. Surely I was just hurt. I had gone through breakups, I had spent so much time alone—clearly this was just my way of seeking something stable. I wanted to be with the only one that truly cared for me and had my back. I couldn’t shake it, though. For some reason I had fallen hard, without my own permission, and it was eating away at my flesh.

I rationalized the idea for weeks on end. There’s no way she doesn’t love me back, I had thought. The things she does with me aren’t just friend things. I thought about all the things she’d ever said to me. The way she would compliment me, or reassure me, or hold me when I’m low. She loved me and there was no doubt about it. This is what I had been waiting for my whole life.

I got obsessive. Every man that spoke to her, every woman that wanted to be her friend, everyone that appreciated her that wasn’t me lit a flame of jealousy that would roar to life and turn into a forest fire. I was constantly snooping. Asking questions without asking them directly, hoping she’d give me details. Wishing she would just tell me that they didn’t matter, all she needed was me.

After the turmoil, the nervousness, the stuttering (I never stutter), I finally decided it was time to tell her. I had written so many letters to her that no one would ever read. I needed to let her know, I needed her to tell me that she wanted me too. I needed her to let me know that she and I had been unhappy for so long because we were overlooking each other.

So I told her. I texted her with shaky fingers and got so nervous I turned my phone off. I was sweating. I felt like I would hurl. I paced around my room for a while before turning my phone back on, and there it was: a notification from her.

That certainly came out of left field.

My heart dropped. She didn’t agree with me. She didn’t tell me that she’d been waiting on me to come to the realization. She told me exactly what I didn’t want to hear.

Is there any chance that you might like me in the future?

No, sorry.

And that was that. I began trying to get over her. I threw myself into the arms of another, and another, and another. I got a few new jobs. I busied myself with other friends. I started spending more time alone, comforting myself because no one else would do it for me.

I finally got over her.

Six months later, here I am. Lying in my room, high as a kite, staring at the ceiling, music booming from my stereo system so loudly I can’t hear the lyrics anymore. It’s dark, it’s raining outside, and my mind is on her. My heart still thumps every time I get a text from her. My chest still aches when she tells me she’s interested in some other guy that’s better than me.

This is what being over her feels like. It’s wanting to kiss her but knowing I can’t. It’s almost reaching for her hand but stopping myself. It’s her being gone with friends, but I’m wishing she’d be on the phone with me instead, ignoring whoever else is there. Being over her is not an act of no longer feeling. It’s not closing my heart off so she can never bother it again. It’s not avoiding looking at her so I don’t have to see those shining eyes again. It’s loving her just as much as I did on day one, but letting her be who she wants with whoever she chooses.

If this is true love, which I wholeheartedly believe it is because I have never felt such a thing as strong, I have to let her be happy. And if she is unhappy with me, that’s not what she deserves. So I will sit back, aching heart and all, and smile. Next to her, miles away from her, after her first date with a coworker, on her wedding day to another, during the birth of her child with a man that isn’t me. Because I would rather sacrifice myself and face this pain for the rest of my life, as long as she has the world, because that I cannot give her.

Although, perhaps if she comes to me… tomorrow, next month, next year, in a decade, or two, or three—if she comes to me and has decided that the world is in fact not what she wants, but she wants my world instead.

Well, who am I to refuse her?

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ao3 is johnlegere, find my fics there too. requests are open, send one in my ask box. hope you enjoyed :)!

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[all-my-love-for-harry]

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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[writingchalamet]

I'm happy for you... Reconciliation

Christmas morning had come, and there you were alone in your apartment, still dawned in the same sparkly dress as the night before, you hadn't moved from your spot on the sofa and hadn't slept a wink. You finally mustered up the courage to move around 6am to turn on the christmas lights on the tree so you were no longer sat in complete darkness. You couldn't quite pull your head around what had happened earlier and the words just spun around your brain like a carousel, "I still love you" you almost didn't believe him. You even broke your social media blackout to check. And there it was, his instagram posts had been deleted, no recollection of her, no record, as if it never happened.

You finally move from the sofa and shuffle through the house, barely lifting your feet from the ground, you enter your once shared bedroom and stare at a box under the bed, bending down to reach for it, once it's in your hands you remove the lid and a tear slips down your face in an instant. You see Timmy's face staring back at you, with his beautiful gleamy eyed gaze you loved so much. You had managed to throw away everything, apart from the photos. The photos held so many wonderful memories, and you hadn't looked at them since you had shut them away in this box, almost forgetting about them.

Your phone buzzes next to you making you jump, you sigh wiping your tears dry, answering the phone. "Hey mum, merry christmas... Yeah I'm okay, thank you for the present's... tell everyone I said I love you, and I'll come home and see you all soon okay... No I'm alone right now, but It's okay I'll see my friends later or something, I'll be fine, It's actually, uh, its nice... No I haven't eaten yet it's 8am here you guys are 5 hours ahead remember, right mum I've got to go, but I love you and I'll see you real soon okay, love you buy" You sigh hanging up the phone and dropping it onto the bed. There is an abrupt knock on the front door.

Confused you don't open and stay in the bedroom, until the person knocks again only this time louder. You are confused as to how they got into the building and to be honest a little scared.

"Coming" you open the door with the chain on, just in case, only to find Timothée stood the other side, head hanging slightly, also wearing last nights clothes. "Hey" he gives you the slightest smile he can muster, scared of what you'll do next. Your hand automatically moves to the chain to open the door properly. You nod your head towards him, gesturing him in the house. "Sorry for just dropping in like this, but..." You stare at him blankly for an answer but he continues to look at the ground.

"it's not Christmas unless it's with you, I know I messed up, but I can't waste another minute being without you" The breath is stollen from the air and you forget to breathe for a moment. You nod to him and walk through the apartment, into the living room, where you had decorated for the festivities. You weren't gonna lie to yourself, you had never been happier to see that face in your life, especially after all the pent up emotion from last night. You sit on the sofa and takes a seat right beside you, this is the closest you had ben to one another in almost an entire year. "You didn't sleep either I guess?" You pointed towards his clothes, he laughed awkwardly and nodded his head yes.

"How did you get into the building? who let you in, I mean?"-

"I never left, I sat on the stairs of the stairwell just sort of thinking, I still can't quite put into words what I need to say though" You stare at him in disbelief. That stairwell is freezing, especially in winter, there is hardly any light and the stairs are pure concrete, you can't imagine how uncomfortable he must have been. "You mean to tell me that you sat out there all night" he nods "I just wanted to the chance to speak with you one more time-

Your impulses took over, the build up of not touching him or having him near for months had finally gotten to you, in an instant you smashed yourself into him, your lips on his, arms encased around his neck and fingers through his curls. His delayed response you hoped was due to shock, but eventually his arms wrapped themselves in their natural place around your waist, where he pulls you closer so your legs are across his lap. You pull back for a breath and stare into his eyes, the swirls of green, flecks of yellow and blue, something you had truly missed staring in and looking at the different hues of his eyes. You stroke your hand across his soft cheek and into his curls again, just sitting there basking in him.

The pair of you showered, the stickiness and smell of last nights party and wallowing was finally starting to take it's toll. While you got dressed into a comfy jumper dress and tights, Timmy was about to put on his dirty clothes from last night when you stop him, taking them from his hands. "Let me wash those for you, I think I still have some of your clothes in the wardrobe, let me go check." Timothée couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face, but then it quickly fell, knowing she had stayed so faithful, hopeful this entire time.

You returned with a pair of joggers and jumper of his, handing them over with a smile. "I kept a couple things, just in case... you know" He just smiled in return and left a kiss on your cheek. "Are you going back to your mums, or do you have plans?"

"Trying to get rid of me so soon, well I was kinda hoping I could spend the day with you... If you would want that?" a small smile crept itself onto your face, you lightly put one of your hands on top of his, still holding his pile of clothes, and brushed your fingers against his knuckles. "I would like that very much".

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The pair took a walk around New York City, the weather was bleak for a Christmas day, snow drops fell from the sky, the streets were glistening and glimmering from the fairy lights hanging on each building. The pavements shining from the reflections of the light. The people walking the streets today weren't the usual rude New Yorkers, they were jolly, and enjoying the festivities.

The two of you walked hand in hand, or glove in glove, it almost felt as if no time had past at all, as if nothing had happened. You glance towards Timothée and smile, his eyes filled with so much joy and wonder as he basks in the sights around him, you'd forgotten how much he loved Christmas. He catches you staring and sniggers "what?" he stares at you with a cheeky grin.

"nothing, I just love you" your proclamation of love makes him stop in his path. he turns to you, slipping his glove patted hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in close for a kiss, you meet in the middle hands around his waist, lips touching softly, you could feel the passion through his lips, he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, "I love you, Y/N. I love you, please be mine again?"

You raise your eyebrows at him the excitement filling your entire body. “Hmmm, and what if I say no?” You tilt your head. He pulls you closer if that’s even possible. “There’s just simply no other option than yes” you lean in and press your lips to his once more, nodding your head in the process, you give him a squeeze around the waist, and pull away.

You hadn’t felt this happy or content in months, just walking the streets of New York with Timmy, hand in hand holding each other close. You were finally happy, and you could tell he was happy too. With soft smiles and shared kisses as you continue your walk in the snow, you finally feel at peace.

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''Is it obvious?'' Timothée Chalamet

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[lixzey]

forever yours.

one two

Timothée Chalamet, cheating on Kylie Jenner? The Wonka actor was spotted kissing an unknown woman in Los Angeles!

You stared at the article on your phone, your hands shaking. You knew you shouldn't think about it; after all, you and Timothée have been dating for four years, and he loves you—only you. But nobody knew that, though. He was a world-famous actor, and you were someone who just so happened to have his heart. You two had decided to keep the relationship low-key and private, away from the chaotic world of Hollywood. Nobody outside of both of your families and friends knew who you were or what you looked like.

You sighed, plopping down on the bed in your boyfriend's apartment. You have been living with him for the last two years, and you loved every bit of it. Timothée was the sweetest boyfriend; he loved to spoil you. He gives you everything that you deserve and more—his words, not yours. You couldn't ask for anything more; you were happily content with the love of your life.

But you still can't brush off the fact that in this story, you were the bad guy. 

It all started in December 2022, when Timothée was forced to date Kylie Jenner. His management thought that it would be beneficial for him, seeing that Kylie was Forbes' youngest self-made billionaire and had tons of fans, maybe more than Timothée had. At first, your boyfriend was reluctant. He didn't want to date anyone else other than you. You two argued, but in the end, you convinced him that it would be good for his career. 

Timothée signed the contract, and he was obligated to date the youngest daughter of Kris Jenner. 

It started with little appearances like Kylie showing up at your home, and you had to leave or hide because there were paparazzis all over the perimeter of your house. Your boyfriend was absolutely apologetic that you had to pretend that you were not his, and it broke his heart to see you smile from the sidelines. 

You assured him that everything's alright. You were okay with everything, as long as, at the end of the day, he came back home to you. 

Some Timothée's fans were hopelessly praying that it was all some sort of PR stunt—which it actually was, but you signed a non-disclosure agreement. You had no choice but to keep it to yourself. Their 'relationship' went on and on, giving the people the benefit of the doubt. 

Until early September, when the PR team decided that it was time to make it public.

You were a little bit heartbroken when you saw it on social media. It was at Beyoncé's birthday concert, a celebrity-studded event, which made it the perfect opportunity to show off their relationship. The way Kylie Jenner had her hands all over your man made your blood boil. Timothée looked uncomfortable, but he didn't have any other choice. You wanted to go and just punch that plastic woman for having her claws all over your boyfriend, but you couldn't do anything. You hated it, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it. Because if you did, Timothée would drop it before you could even say no. 

The way your boyfriend has his arms wrapped around that plastic bitch made you want to slap her and tear off all the plastic she had in her fake body. The way she kissed your man made you want to feed her to the sharks in the Atlantic Ocean. The way your boyfriend had his hand over her ass made you want to go and make a deal with the devil to rid the world of that woman, and maybe chop off your boyfriend's hands while you're at it. But again, you couldn't do a thing. You were left to watch while another woman pawed at your man. 

Timothée did everything to make it up to you. He would always assure you that it was all for show and nothing more. He loved you, only you, and he would never dream of hurting you. You knew that, of course, but you can't help getting annoyed by it—you won't tell him that though, because you couldn't. 

But now you were a homewrecker, a slut. 

Apparently, someone saw you and your boyfriend kissing. It was your fourth anniversary. Timothée had brought you to your favorite restaurant in Los Angeles and was enjoying the night, celebrating four years of love. After a bit of wine, he kissed you, like he always did—momentarily forgetting his 'girlfriend'. 

The next day, the photo of you and your boyfriend kissing was all over the internet. People were calling you a homewrecker, a slut, a whore, and more. You practically had death threats filling up semi-trucks. People were telling you who you are, and you didn't have a choice, all because you loved Timothée. 

All of this for what? Celebrating four years with the man you love? 

You buried your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sobs. You felt like the whole world was against you, like you were the villain in some twisted fairytale. What did you do to even deserve any of this? You just wanted to be with your man, but the world had other plans. 

“Mon amour? Are you here?” A voice echoed from downstairs. You wiped away the tears from your eyes, putting on another fake smile as you walked down. 

“Hey, love. Are you hungry?” You asked, voice breaking. Timothée looked at you, and you knew he knew something was wrong. You mentally kicked yourself for being so utterly stupid.

“What's wrong, mon amour?” Timothée asked, stepping forward and wrapping you in his arms. 

“Nothing, it's alright.” You lied. You were getting pretty good at lying, not that you were proud of it. 

Timothée sighed, his arms wrapping you tighter against his body. “Y/n, please, baby. I know something's wrong; you've been crying.” You could hear his heartbeat, the loud thumping in his chest calming you. You sighed loudly, burying your face into his chest, the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils. You pulled away abruptly, and the look of confusion on his face made your heart wrench inside your chest.

“I'm okay, don't worry.” 

Timothée cupped your face in his hands, your eyes meeting his. “Y/n, please, mon amour. Just tell me, I just want to help.” 

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Have you seen the tabloids?”

Timothée sighed, knowing it was about his fake relationship again. “Can you tell me what it is, baby? I'm sorry I haven't checked out the news.”

“It's just....it's silly, honestly.”

“It's not silly if it's bothering you, my love.” 

“Someone saw us kissing yesterday, and it's all over the tabloids.” you mumbled, your eyes glued to the floor. 

“Oh, baby,” Timothée whispered. “I'm so sorry; I dragged you into this. It's all my fault.” he muttered.

Your heart broke when he said it was his fault. It wasn't; it was the people who were quick to judge. “It isn't your fault, Tim.” 

“It is, baby. I shouldn't have agreed to that PR stunt. I should've just turned it down and spent all of my time with you instead-” You cut him off with your lips crashing with his. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You felt all of your worries evaporate into thin air, and all that mattered was him. The man you have spent four years with, the man you see a future with. 

You pulled away, making him growl as the feeling of your lips left his. You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby. But….” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But what, baby?” You asked worriedly. 

“Can I see what the article says? And anything else related to it?” 

Your eyes widened slightly. It was one thing for you to read all of those horrid things people have written about you, but Timothée? He would break at the words people have said about you, and you couldn't live with him thinking his fans were horrible to the woman he loves. 

“Baby….” 

“Please, mon amour? You don't deserve to get all the hate.”

You playfully raised an eyebrow, trying to diffuse the tension. “Who said I was getting hate?” 

Timothée chuckled. “I know Hollywood.”

You let out a deep sigh as you rubbed your temples. “It's horrible, mon amour.” 

“I don't care; I still love you no matter what.” 

“You really want to read it?”

“Yes, I do.” 

You opened your phone and showed him one of the videos on TikTok about the articles. 

timmyfan1: omg timmy cheated on kylie with her? yuck, homewrecker. 

kyliestan_: such a slut, going after someone else's boyfriend.

timotheestan: die bitch

– timobaby: yeah, go die in a ditch you slut. 

– kyjennerbaby: not timothée's fans wanting the girl to die 😭

timotheechalamalabingbong: not timothée throwing away his relationship and career for this girl 😭 

kyliebaby: poor kylie, got her heart broken by this douchebag

jennersisters: anyone want to help me find that girl and slap the shit outta her?

– user1: count me in! 

– user2: me too! i'm gonna drag that little bitch down 

“I'm so sorry, mon amour,” Timothée whispered as he turned the phone off. “You don't deserve any of this.” 

You smiled sadly at him. “I know, but this is nothing.”

“No, it's not nothing. They want you to die, and that's not okay…” 

“I don't have any plans on dying, Timmy.” You chuckled. 

"But…but...”

"No buts. I know it hurts, but we have to live with it. I have to live with it. You'll just have to focus on your career, okay?” 

Timothée sighed in defeat. “You're the most precious person in this world; you don't deserve this.”

“And you know it.” You smiled, grabbing his hand in yours. “I don't care about their words anymore, as long as I have you.”

“I don't deserve you.” 

“You do; you deserve me and more.” You chuckled, kissing his knuckles. “I love you, no matter what.”

“I love you, Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” Timothée planted a soft kiss on your lips before pulling you again to his chest. “I'm yours, forever yours.”

You sighed contentedly, melting at his touch, feeling comfort and love in your boyfriend's arms. The only thing that mattered in that moment was you and him; no one could ever take away your happiness. 

Your boyfriend, your Timothée, yours. 

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[babyflorencee]

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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[canibeyoungforever]

Timothée Chalamet Imagines: Baby Bump

You are 8 months pregnant and it has been hard for you but Timothée was perfect and made everything to make your life better and you never thought you could find him any more perfect until a special night.

You were half sleeping half awake when you hear your husband talk to your soon to be born baby "I love you so much and you’re not even here yet but please stop hurting your mommy"

"She’s the best person in the entire world and i know she’ll be the best momma"

"But it make me sad that her days are a little hard even if i know it’s not your fault but i wish i could do more" "Because your mommy is the love of my life,my favorite person in the entire world with you of course and the most incredible and wonderful woman in the entire universe" You open your eyes crying and you turn your head toward him "You’ve heard everything?" Tim ask "You can’t say things like that to me i’m too fragile and you’re already so handsome and cute" He laugh You go in his arms and he kiss your forehead "I love you mon amour" "I love you too"

a/n: english is not my first language

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[firelilyfox]

Deadly Eyes

Dune: Paul Atreides x female reader

Warnings: se&ual harassment / angst / curses / hateful words / comfort

If someone means harm to the girl he loves, Paul won't hesitate

Words: 1k

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You stare at the men and women right in front of you. All of them were looking at you with the same emotions pictured in their faces. Disgust. Outrage. 

Today was the first day after Paul announced your relationship to his people. The Fremen welcomed you with open arms… well some of them at least. Your roots lies with none of the big houses. All you know about your family is, that they were travelers who never lived at the same place for more than a couple of years. You are one of the Lost Ones. But when Paul rescued you from being tortured by the brutal Harkonen a couple months ago, you never thought about traveling somewhere else again. Your people always praised that the soul is a free from wich never settles and never find the one and only home. Paul changed your way of thinking. With him you felt at home for the first time ever. 

„The Mahdi can’t be with someone who is lost“, one of the believers growled as you were passing by. All you wanted to do was taking a walk and exploring the hallways of the Sietch, one of the rocky formations what the Fremen call their home. And now you are standing in front of a hand full of believers who are talking bad about you. 

A old, wrinkly woman hisses. „You don’t belong here, Lost One.“ 

You look at her fully blue eyes. The same color your eyes have turned as an outcome to the effects of spice everywhere. „Please let me through. I don’t wish for trouble.“ 

Now a young man steps right in front of you. Too close to be comfortable with. You try to move and bring some distance between the two of you, but your back almost immediately hits the wall. Your chest tightens up. This feels like a cage. A cage of people who hate you. 

„But you are trouble, whore.“ He couldn’t have been more than five years older than you, but he was so intimidating that you wanted to flee before he would hurt you. You still are one of the Lost Ones. Their are no fighters. Your people staying alive because they run for dear life when problems appear. That’s why the Fremen always looked down on your kind. 

„All your people do, is stealing and living in the shadows. You are not worthy to be here. Your are not worthy to be with Muad’Dib“, he grabbed your neck with a tight grib. „But I’ll find some use for u, don’t you worry.“ 

The others looked away while he is dragging you to a shallow corner at the end of the hallway. Your screams got muffled by his greasy hand and silent tears filled your eyes. The back of your head hit the wall hard and your vision flickers for a moment. Fear crawling all over your body, followed by the tip of his knife. You’re trying to beg for him to stop, but all he does is giggling at your helplessness. 

„I will show you your worth and after that I will give your body to the desert. I will…“ 

A voice is shouting at the near distance. „Where is she?!“ The man fearlessly let’s go of you and hiding his knife. You fall down on your knees as Paul rushes around the corner. Gentle hands pulling you up and you begin to sob, hiding your face at his chest. 

„How dare you to touch her!“ Paul growls at the man who is now lowering his head in respect for his Duke. 

„I did not want to bring any disrespect to you, Mahdi. But this woman damages you reputation. She is not worthy to be …“ but Paul cuts him off. 

„She is equal to me. I am who I am today, because of her. How dare you to speak about her like that?“ His voice became dangerously silent and you could feel under your palms how tense his muscles were. As you look around you discover that people have stopped and watching the scene with wide eyes. 

You reach up to gently touch his cheek, so Paul would look at you. „I’m okay, Paul. Nothing happened. I’m unharmed.“ 

For a moment the coldness in his eyes vanished, but as he looked down at your neck and saw the bruises … he was ready to kill someone. Paul kisses your forehead and it feels like that he needed to do it just to calm himself down, before he would actually cut a throat. His grip around your waist thightens but not in a hurtful way. You never felt more protected as right here in is arms. 

Paul turns his head slowly. A deadly look on his face. The man kneeled down in fear of his punishment. „I will only say this once and for all. Who ever touches this woman and mean harm to her, will be sentenced to death. Without exceptions.“ He looks around, making eye contact with everyone who is watching. „Spread the word. I will personally kill everyone no matter if man or woman.“ 

The Fremen quickly leaving the place murmuring and chattering. The message was clear. If you break this rule, death by Muad’Dip will find you. 

„And for you“, Paul looked down at the man who tried to do unspeakable things to you. His voice full of dark rage. „If you ever come near her again or look at her even from afar, I’ll break your neck.“ He gave two other men a sign to carry him away. 

„I should have known that something like that might would happen“, Paul curses. „I’m so sorry. I should have never left you go alone.“ His eyes meet yours and the deep sorrow in them breaks your heart a little. 

„You couldn’t ever have guessed that. This isn’t your fault and it’s not your job to see something like that before it happens.“ 

Paul pulls you closer now that the two of you are alone. „But is is my job to protect you.“ 

„And you did.“ 

He leans his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath. His body is still tense but his touch is so gently. „I don’t want to imagine what could’ve happened if I weren’t be here on time … I couldn’t…“ his voice breaks. This is the side of him no one ever sees. The softness and the vulnerability. To everyone he is the fearless Muad’Dib. But to you he is Paul Atreides. The man who owns your heart. 

„Then don’t. You saved me. I am right here.“ To prove your point you get on your tiptoes and kiss him softly. Paul cups your face with his hands, holding you so close to him that nothing would have room in between. 

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Ronnie’s.

The cutest, most inexpensive little nook of a bookstore in Brooklyn. Home to everyone; broke college students, frugal bookworms, ambitious high schoolers, and even those who just loved to browse like yourself. Owned by the sweetest old man with the biggest heart.

And here you were, a quiet Tuesday night, meandering through the aisles of the dimly lit store. You were the only occupant, save Mr. Ronnie’s cat who strutted around happily, brushing your ankles.

You truly weren’t looking for anything in particular. Somehow you’d drifted from the nonfiction section to the self-help books, and now to the cookbook shelves. Apart of you was procrastinating everything else you had to do, the other part of you had just been thinking about coming to Ronnie’s all day.

It was peaceful, like a quiet in the hustle and bustle of New York. Lost in thought, you must’ve missed the chime of the front door. Your index finger ran along the spine of the books at your right, your eyes half closed and tired from your lecture earlier.

Somewhere along the way, you just fully closed them and let yourself fall into the peaceful silence. Without the realization that the row was ending, you collided with the person in front of you hard.

“I am so sorry!” You choked out, embarrassed, but also discreetly laughing at your own stupidity.

It was a young man, he was slim and tall with brown curly hair and a striped turtleneck on. He hadn’t quite been knocked down but he still held you shoulders as he had grabbed onto them while stabilizing himself. He removed them and laughed a bit himself.

“No worries,” he chuckled awkwardly.

You both just sort of stood there in a stiff silence for a few moments and then like a reflex broke apart with a fleeting laugh and ‘see ya’. Blushing furiously, you retreated to a far corner of the store and cursed yourself for being so embarrassing.

A little while passed and when you assumed he was surely out of the store, you made your way towards the door empty handed. Only when you went to turn the knob, you heard someone calling out.

“Miss?” He said to you, coming up on your right. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you laughed a little at the same boy as before. “Can I help you?”

“No, well—yes. Yes you can. I was wonder if I’d be able to get your phone number, if not that’s like totally fine and I completely understand! You don’t know me, I don’t know you. For all you know I could be a serial killer and—”

“A serial killer?” You cut him off. “That’s comforting.”

He was rocking back and forth on his heels, scratching the nape of his neck. He looked flustered, shaking his head at your comment and smiling at you.

“Let me start over,” he started again. “I’m Timothée, and I’m not a serial killer.”

“Y/N,” you laughed out loud. “I’m also not a serial killer.”

A few minutes of back and forth and you scribbled down your phone number on the back of a flyer you picked up off the cash register desk. He thanked you bashfully, turning around and bumping into the desk as you walked out.

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Little Accidents / Paul Atreides

Summary: Paul's obliviousness was soon shattered when frequent visits to the nursing room revealed the true essence of love at first sight.

Ps: This is a short fluff I had in mind, but I hope you enjoy and also english isn't my first language so bare with minimal errors, (once upload i always make sure to update now my works, if there is any errors) Enjoy! XOXO

As the heir of the Atreides' House, Paul effortlessly following in his father's esteemed footsteps. He possesses an acute sense of ownership, ensuring he's well aware of everything under his purview. Whether it's news of your battle injuries or workplace mishaps, Paul is always the first to know, abandoning any prior engagements to rush to your aid. While you're being tended to, his concern is palpable; his eyes scan for any signs of harm as he utters all while using the voice. ‘Where?’ This gesture of worry has become familiar, a reassurance you've grown accustomed to, especially when your visits to the infirmary often serve as an excuse to steal moments with him. ‘Dropped a weapon on my foot,’ you explain with a hint of ruefulness, ‘guess my impatience got the better of me, inadvertently knocking out one of the armories. Pity.’

Indeed, quite a pity. Paul couldn't help but notice your composure, devoid of any telltale signs of injury. It either seemed that the nurse had efficiently tended to you before his arrival—a stroke of luck, perhaps. However, Paul wasn't fooled; this wasn't the first time you'd urgently summoned him to the infirmary. Today, he harbored suspicions that you might finally reveal the true reason behind your frequent visits. “If you'd prefer I refrain from using the Voice," he remarked, a hint of seriousness in his tone, "you'll need to be more forthcoming than simply labeling it an accident, my dear."

However, you eventually reassured the head nurse, explaining that it was merely a minor issue requiring attention. Your heart fluttered with a mixture of nerves and affection as Paul insisted on tending to your wounds himself, rather than delegating the task to anyone else. As the room cleared, leaving just the two of you alone, Paul attempted to devise a plausible excuse while discreetly observing your work. This added another layer of challenge for him, yet he remained determined to keep a watchful eye on you. “Now tell,” A pregnant pause was felt soon as he sat next to you. “How I am suppose to know, that there is probably more reason than just a visit at the nursery?” 

You find yourself drawn in by his innocence, but observing Paul working alongside his father and their associates, it becomes evident that innocence was not his defining trait anymore. In fact, there's a possibility he understands more than he lets on. Maybe he's even willing to engage in the game you're playing. You nonchalantly dismiss any concerns, offering the excuse that you're just adding a bit of spice to the situation. However, Paul's reaction suggests that perhaps it's not the right moment to discuss such matters, especially anything related to the Spice itself.

Paul tilted his head, almost taking offense at your attempt at humor. Despite his awareness of your desire to spend more time alone with him, he understood that convincing him to stay a little longer each time wasn't as simple as it seemed. Even if his attempts at pampering you, like tending to invisible wounds that morphed into cuddle sessions, were charming, he recognized that your discussions about the 'Spice' were more about politics than relaxation. Poor thing– that was all he knew about out. This realization led to a soft chuckle from you, followed by an apology for bringing up the topic. However, Paul dismissed your apology, urging you not to discuss such matters, especially around him, as he couldn't help but wonder why you frequented the nursing room more often than before. “Now tell me, or I might just become as impatient as you’ll be when demanding kisses..”

His voice trailed off, almost seductive when Paul was right about to expose this little game of yours. Instantly you could feel his lip curve slightly into a smirk as he saw your expression, your eyes winding in shock, trying your very best to obliged. That you were the one who meant to shock Paul out of his work for some time but, perhaps you were indeed right about your wonders. That in fact, Paul knew that the exact reasons why you obliged yourself to the nursing room more often than ever. Only to find out, it was to spend more time with him. But Paul being himself, being the type of guy that he is, did not to confess his wrong at first or to be completely oblivious. After all– he is the duke’s son. 

"So, let me get this straight," Paul Atreides began, his tone tinged with a mixture of disbelief and introspection. "I, Paul Atreides, am so easily ensnared by your little charade? It's rather disheartening, truth be told." There was a hint of a pout on his lips as he contemplated your adeptness at expressing your desires, though he couldn't entirely fault you for it. With the constant demands of dealing with the Harkonnens and managing CHOAM affairs, finding time for you had become more challenging than he and you had anticipated. 

Unlike his parents, whose marriage was purely political, Paul had chosen a different path, one where your presence held a significance beyond mere political alliances. For him, building a future within the confines of the Atreides' House with you by his side was a deeply personal and cherished desire. Material wealth could wait; what mattered most was the connection he shared with you. With a sigh, he reached out to gently caress your cheek, a silent acknowledgment of your correctness all along. Perhaps it was time to prioritize his own happiness, even if it meant putting paperwork aside momentarily. "Maybe you're onto something," he admitted, his voice softening. "Perhaps you’re right, perhaps it's time for me to take a break from the endless bureaucracy and spend some quality time together. After all, even I need to unwind–."

Paul's words carried a weight of remorse rarely heard, especially within the esteemed Atreides family. As he neared the end of his sentence, you leaned in swiftly, feeling the soft brush of his lips against yours in a lingering kiss. The longing shared between you both was palpable, though circumstances often made indulgence impractical, intensifying the desire even more. When Paul finally pulled away, he gently nibbled at your lower lip, a playful chuckle escaping him at the sudden surge of hunger between the two of you. There was an undeniable yearning to touch, caress, and love you. "Perhaps I'll request a day off," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of promise. “Perhaps you will.” You both end up chuckling as he cups your face, his eyes gazing from your eyes to your lips. Paul confessed once more,

“And perhaps, we don't always have to use the excuse of happy accidents, so I can exile from paperwork every now and then.” 

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[kteezy997]

The Emperor's Wife// Paul Atreides

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, slow burn kinda

"That princess shall have no more of me than my name. No child of mine nor touch nor softness of glance, nor instant of desire." The promise of Paul Atreides as he ascended your father's throne was held true for some time. But his words began to falter in time, against his will.

He married you, but remained loyal to his concubine, Chani. But he did acknowledge that you had a literary nature, and he entrusted you to sit in on his council meetings as Emperor. The more time you spent around each other, the more you became companions, and the more he relied on your mind to help him keep a balance of things.

You noticed as Paul started to become more relaxed around you. He'd even have a laugh with you now and then. It was clear that he valued your friendship as much as your ability to write and make sense of things.

One day Paul joked that Chani was his wife of passion and you were his intellectual wife. Your feelings had started to form into deep admiration for your husband, so his words were course against your ears. Though you knew that this was the way it had to be, it wasn't any easier to hear him say it.

But there was a look from him, a look where he scanned you, slowly, from head to toe. Your special training had kicked in. You could feel it; it was desire. He thought his momentary glance would go undetected, but that was nary the case.

All the late evenings in the council room, all the discussions you had about history and his interest in your writings, it all bubbled up to his vow being broken. You caught his gaze in a meeting later, and his green eyes could no longer lie to you. He was curious and desirous of you. But he could not do anything about it. He simply could not act on it.

But you, on the other hand, were tired of the intellectual relationship. This feeling was different for you, and you never expected to fall for him. Your body ached, your skin burned for your husband. Even if it was just once, you had to have him.

You hated to admit to yourself the jealousy you felt toward his Fremen woman. You wanted to feel what Chani felt. Just one full moment of Paul's desire. You needed his touch. To exchange passionate breaths with him. To have the weight of the handsome Emperor on top of you. To have his eyes on you, and only you.

..........

You ventured to Paul's sietch, into the private apartment he shared with Chani. The Fremen in the village knew you, so they did not try to stop you, or persuade you to leave. They welcomed you with respect, as you were indeed Muad’Dib’s wife.

The room was quite plain and modest for an Emperor and his woman. The bed, however, looked cozy with glow globes on either side. The scent of cinnamon and coffee hung in the air, laced with the spice melange.

You hoped he'd come soon. You hoped he would be the first one in, and not Chani. You didn't know what to say to her, if that would be the case. She had always been pleasant toward you when you were around her, but you didn’t know if her attitude would remain the same if she knew you wanted to bed her man.

You hoped that he wouldn't be harsh towards you; that he wouldn’t be angry about you invading the space he shared with his concubine. You liked to think that you had broken his walls and exposed the tender side of him. You sat on the bed, waiting.

Finally, you heard footsteps approaching, there was a tired huff from the person outside the door, and you knew the voice instantly. Paul came in, pulling off his still suit the second he entered. He didn't see you at first. You saw his shoulders and chest as he rid himself of the rubbery material. He was strong, with hard muscles and pale skin with minor scars here and there.

You could smell the dirt and sweat that he carried. It did not deter you in the slightest, but made you more eager.

He could sense you there. You knew he could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, without even turning to face you.

You took a shaky breath, then answered, "I wanted to see you, Paul."

He finished freeing his arms from the constrictive suit, turning to look at you sitting on his bed. "And why?"

You were excited just seeing his shoulders, but now you saw his naked chest, his hard pectoral muscles and small nipples. You nearly shuddered with need. "I-uhm," I want you. "I wanted to make sure that you saw how bright and beautiful the two moons look this evening. And maybe you'd like to see my latest Muad'Dib chronicle?"

Paul nodded, "Hm." He stepped over to the window, looking up at the moons, "They are quite beautiful tonight."

You rose from the bed, joining him by the window. You could really feel his presence now, as you usually didn't get quite this close to him. His scent was stronger, too. "I brought my latest writings. If you want to read."

"Sure. You may leave them here."

He was so polite, but never overly kind. He couldn't disrespect Chani. But you so wanted things to change between you and your husband.

"Paul, I really came here to talk to you about something."

He took his eyes off the night sky outside his window and looked into your eyes. "Go on."

Your heart started thumping in your chest, you cleared your throat. "Well, I do not wish to overstep, but I think you and I have both come to enjoy our time together. I think it is safe to say that we are good friends now." You got stuck for second as you got a close look of the sweat glistening on his skin in the glowing light of the dark room.

Paul softly smiled, giving you a nod to keep going.

"But, I need you to know that no matter how amazing the moons might be on a starry night, it is no match for the way I feel when I look at you."

His expression fell, and he shook his head, "Y/n, please. I am very flattered. I appreciate you, and I care for you."

You butted in, "I can sense that you desire me, Paul. You've already broken your oath. I know that you feel distant towards your concubine, and I wonder if it has anything to do with how you feel about me."

He chuckled, walking away from you, "I thought you said you didn't wish to overstep?"

"I cannot help it. I'm sorry. But you know my training." You genuinely didn't want to disrupt anything between him and Chani.

He ran his hand over his face, pushing away the exhaustion of the day, trying to make sense of his own feelings as well. "Y/n, you aren't wrong. Chani knows that my sentiments for you have shifted."

So he admits it!

"You haven't bedded her for weeks now, have you?" you prodded, carefully.

"No," he stepped closer to you, towering over you by several inches, "not that it is any of your business."

"I don't want to make you angry, Paul. But I have seen the way you look at me, the way you brush passed me during council. You've preferred spending more and more time with me lately." You took a step forward this time, just a foot's length away from him.

Paul let his guard down, knowing that you were right about everything. His face softened, and he brought his hand up to caress your face. His hand had been roughed up by the wind and sand if the desert, but you could still see yourself melting against it as he touched you.

Paul went on to say, "You should know by now how I feel for you. But it cannot be. I made a promise. I don't ever want to be cruel to you, my y/n." he licked his dry lips, and you noticed just how blue his eyes were as a result of spice addiction. "I did not marry you for things such as love or children, you know that."

"Yes, I know." you sighed, having heard that piece of information a hundred times during your marriage. "My husband, you are a loyal man. I admired you for that, but I don't wish for anything more than the same love that you have for your concubine. You can share that tenderness with me."

He said nothing, but kept his hand on your cheek, gazing at you so fondly.

You could sense him breaking for you. "Paul," you leaned closer, placing your hand on his exposed chest, "I have seen the way your eyes narrow at me when I bow before you as my Emperor."

Then, his hand wound tightly into your hair, and his lips were being smashed against yours. He pulled you against him, he moaned into your kiss. His hands were on your body, sliding up the curves of your hips.

Your body was electrified, you ran your hands through his hair, not caring how sweaty he was. The hunger was equal on both sides.

Paul pulled away suddenly, sighing as he turned away from you.

He was still wrestling in his mind, you knew it. "I need you." you said, melancholy taking over your tone as you started to believe he was going to refuse you completely, "I need my husband. I want to made love to by Muad'Dib." You went over to him, looking at his back you noticed a scar, larger than the others on his body. You wondered if the mark was result of a fall on a sand dune or maybe the consequence of riding the great sandworm. You reached out, cautiously running your finger along the scar.

He shivered at your touch, but he didn't shy away.

You decided that maybe this plan was fruitless, that he wouldn't, and never could love you the proper way in which a man loved his wife. "Paul, if you do not love me, I will leave now. You'll never see me come back to this place. I will accept being wrong. Things will go back as they were."

"No, please, don't go." he faced you again. He relaxed more, his body language and the look in his eyes was more at ease.

"Then stop me, my dear husband."

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