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[timmymyluv]

double trouble

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dad!timothée chalamet x mother!reader

hope you guys missed the twins au! this is super cute and I love this domestic soft parenting theme so please enjoy 🫂

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our lovely parents out for date night without the kids after a while. 💗

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user7 my parents I think

ynfanbase wait 🤔so if in the first years since yn had the twins they'd accompany timmy for his rare one year projects but now he hasn't accepted anything new sans the movies he's already filmed 👀

dunestimo ok you have a point 😭 word on the street says yn is gearing for her fashion comeback both on the runway and on the magazine

username972 omg what if she goes straight for vogue usa when ur that girl 😌

bestgirlyn when you comeback from ur hiatus after raising kids with thee timothee chalamet strong as ever as the fashion world's darling >>>

datuser even her maternity and post birth clothing was always on point 😭without when trying shed look so good

user789 timo house husband era soon🔜

yourusername timo male wife

ynschalamet YN??!?! WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

yourusername nothing 😁just missed u guys

ynsbulgaria miss you too angel ❤️sending hugs and kisses to the fam

datuser whens the new album? also missed u on the runway queen

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ynfanbase OMG SHE LIKED WGAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?

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back to work? missed the chaos.

user876 not yn posting an actual candid pic of her backstage

yourusername im ngl it can get real crazy backstage at fashion shows 😭😭never been one to sugarcoat

bellahadid ditto

yourusername can't wait to walk the runway again with u baby bells 🥺

bellahadid me too my butterfly 🫂💗

devonleecarlson RETURN OF THE GOATTTT

hooooooyeony never lost your spark girl!

yourusername 고마워 언니! (thank you older sister!)

kekepalmer so excited bestie!!!

yourusername me too bby ❤️

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papa timmy going on a walk with the twins in central park today! everyone was fairly skeptical and wanted to give the family the space but timo offered to take a few pics to the lucky fans who were so gracious/respectful.

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tchalamet do I have a dad bod yet? *drum hits to a lame joke*

user888 TIMMY 😭😭

yourusername you ate with me during all my cravings and still built like that nothing we can do about

tchalamet I can dream

yourusername keep dreaming wildcat

sandboxuser WILDCAT THE HSM REFERENCE WKDKEK

milliebobbiebrown 🎶you may sayyy I'm a DREAMERRR 🎶🎶

yourusername 😭😭MILLSIE PLEASR

user233 see guys how being respectful to celebs pays off

fan197 when we don't treat them like wild animals and actual humans who deserve privacy like everyone else>>>>

ynsgermany omg where's yn

yn4ever she announced her comeback to the runway remember? the kids are a little older and tim is taking some time off to be with the two while mama is back, still on top of her game 😌

trolls8 he looks a little tired

usernamehere now can u stfu if you were a dad to twin toddlers you'd look tired too you old hag

user111 😭😭

usernamehere if you wanna look tired i can give u a black eye or two you punk

odessamay I was the fan who took a pic with him here! he was so nice I felt shy to ask for a pic as I was also waiting for a bagel but he so kindly offered 🥺

laurieschalamet ooh what flavour of bagels did he get?

odessamay he got plain old cream cheese while he got some strawberry and cream bagels for yn!

ynsparadise yes I heard yn is still in nyc just having more meetings/photoshoots but she's not that far off from the kiddos

odessamay the kids are so cute clearly no one took pics of them to respect their privacy but they were so friendly and charming to the strangers they'd meet!! sometimes they were shy hiding behind their dad but they loved hugging/shaking others hands or even talking to them about anything ❤️

user87 yn and timo raised such good natured, well adjusted and polite kids

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first time on set since I had the twins. I admit it hasn't been the easiest and I was quieting down fears even as the cameras flashed. but to make it clear, I only look like this post childbirth bec of my genetics/natural physique, and the resources that allows me significant assistance during childbirth, running the household and a loving, dedicated staff whose main job is to keep me happy and healthy. Our bodies have done such a wonderful thing to bring a child to this world and you should treat your body kindly after, not push yourself to look a certain way after.

Your body changing after childbirth isn't a bad thing, if you don't wear the same pant size anymore, your organs rearranged differently or something changes colour or the stretch marks that form, everyone's body is different and let's celebrate that as long as it's not causing any significant harm, discomfort or illness to your lovely body.

I cannot thank the entire village who was by my side then and now when I welcomed my two little angels and the warm embrace as you've welcomed me back to the fashion world. To my muse, my partner, my other half @/tchalamet I cannot thank you enough for the love and sacrifice you've shown our family and I love love you so much mon amour.

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tchalamet baby mama 💗

yourusername better be your only or else 🔪

tchalamet you can be sure of that ma'am 😁

florencepugh You better. Or Else.

usernamehere SO OMINOUS YN DEFENCE SQUAD SERIOUSLY

cher u look so sexi darling xxo 🎉💌❤️💜💙❗♨️🔊

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yourusername thanks cher!

anokyai missed you girl!!!

yourusername missed you too babes!! see you soon mwah 😘

jasminetookes amen to the message! you don't have to look like this childbirth you just delivered a baby from your pelvis that alone is so miraculous

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[hamlets-ak]

Can you write a fic about Reader and Tim celebrating their’s child’s birthday.

Have a nice day ❤️❤️

thank you so much for your request!! have a nice day as well <3

birthday boy ༊*·˚

༘♡ sometimes instead of lines, she'd draw stars, stars, stars...

in which you, timothée and your daughter wake up your son for his birthday

« Wake up! Come on! Wake up! »

You gasped your eyes immediately opening wide at the feeling of an object hitting the back of your head. A painful grunt escaped your lips, your fingers fumbling around the pillow only to find a purple stuffed dragon.

« Mom! », you heard your daughter’s loud groan as she shut the door behind her. You smiled at the sound of her little high-pitched angry voice. The room filled immediately with the energy of your six-year-old child, Zoe.

« Good morning, sweety, come here, » you motioned with your hand. She walked towards you and stood beside your bed, her lips pressed shut and her arms wrapped around her waist, amber eyes glaring at you.

« Good morning, » she said with a frown. The light slipped through the window and landed on top of her hair making it look golden like bleached buttercups. « Why are you still sleeping? Don’t you know what day it is? »

« Of course, we do, baby, » you turned around balancing on your elbows.

« Then why are you still sleeping? », she whined.

« We were just waking up, » you leaned to kiss her forehead while pulling behind her ears pieces of unruly hair. She still had her baby smell; warm summer skin, clean cotton, sugared milk. Her freshly washed hair made your whole room radiate chamomile, honey, and olives. She had definitely woken up in a mood but how could you be mad at her adorable face, her pouted lips, and her small nose that had Timothée’s little bump on it?

« But you are not waking up, » Zoe continued. « Daddy’s still sleeping! » You rubbed your eyes and covered your mouth to yawn before bringing forward her little stuffed animal.

« Why did you throw me on mom’s head, Zoe? », you changed your voice pretending it was the animal speaking. It was a game you had developed since she was a little kid and for some reason, it always made her happy. 

« It’s Marc’s birthday and they’re still in bed, Spike, » she replied. You clenched your jaw to hold your laughter. She was so cute and precious for this world. You just wanted to take her into a long hug, and never let her go.

« I think that if you give mommy a kiss and a hug she will fully wake up, » you added, a small smile growing on your face. Zoe stood on her tippy toes, pecked your lips, and gave you a quick hug. « That wasn’t a hug. »

« Oh! », she groaned in annoyance and then fell on you hugging you tightly with her small arms. You grinned and kissed her forehead again multiple times.

« Did Marc wake up? », you asked rubbing her cheek, her fingers hugging your wrist as she nuzzled her head in your palm.

« The birthday boy is still sleeping, » she mumbled. « No one is excited for today but me! » You laughed as your little girl tried to climb on top of the bed. « Dad, wake up! »

« Dad’s tired, baby, » you smiled at her warmly. « Let him sleep a few more minutes and then we'll go prepare the cake together, ‘kay? »

« No! », she cried and pulled the bed sheets to climb on top of the bed but failed miserably at her every attempt.

You gave her a hand to help her up. She struggled to move with her small feet getting tangled between the sheets until she finally stumbled and fell on the place between you and Timothée.

« Are you good baby? Did you hurt? », you rushed to ask her. She mumbled something but nodded.

« Dad, daddy! Wake up! », she sat on her knees shaking his shoulder. « Dad! » You fell back on your pillow and closed your eyes for a moment. It was Timothée’s turn. « No, mom, don’t fall asleep too! », she turned to you pulling your arm this time.

« I’m not sleeping, baby, » you chuckled at her. « Just resting my eyes for a second. »

« You always say that but then you end up sleeping, » Zoe furrowed her brows.

« Come here, » you opened your arms. « Let’s just rest our eyes for a few more minutes and then we’ll wake up daddy. »

« No! He has to wake up! », she cried and quickly climbed on top of Timothée’s chest. Tim’s first reaction before even opening his eyes was to smile. « Dad, » she softly touched his cheeks and leaned closer until their noses touched. « Get up! », she groaned lightly slapping his face a few times and then tried to pull his ear.

« Ah! », Timothée gasped, a painful expression painted on his face followed by a laugh. Zoe chuckled at the reaction she got until Tim started to tickle her belly making her collapse on top of him and burst into laughter.

« You tried to pull my ear? », he asked.

« No, no, » she said with difficulty between her giggles.

He then pulled her down, squeezing her into a tight hug, causing the girl to leave a small scream against his skin.

« Mom, help me! », she tented her hand to you with a grin. Timothée decided to let her free and turned his head to the side to face you. His face was pale, lips red and swollen, and the sleep was still hanging from his puffy eyes. You smiled at each other hearing your little girl’s giggles turning into uncontrollable laughter.

« Good morning, » Timothée whispered to her burring his head between fluffy curls and pressing his lips on her cheek.

« Morning, » she mumbled. Timothée held her hands as she sat on his stomach. 

« Baby, why are you up so early? », he asked then.

« It's Marc’s birthday! You forgot? »

« Who’s birthday? », Tim furrowed his brows.

« Dad! », Zoe cried. He laughed at her and then ruffled her hair.

« I’m just messing with you, my heart. »

« We don’t have time for jokes! », she widened her eyes and exchanged a look between you and Timothée.

« Careful, baby, » Timothée said giving her a hand as she jumped off the bed.

« Mom! Get up! Come on! », she shouted while running out of the room.

« Hey, careful with the running! », you shouted worriedly. Timothée chuckled as he nuzzled closer slipping his hand to your shoulder to get you into his arms.

« Careful with the running? », he left another small laugh. « What's next? Careful with the walking? »

« You want me to remind you what happened the last time she was running around the house? », you raised your eyebrows.

« You just exaggerate. You always do, » he pressed his lips at the edge of your mouth. « The floor was just wet and she slipped. » You lightly shook your head but Timothée smiled at your reaction. 

He held your gaze for a few moments before leaning his head to kiss you hard, his body slowly sliding on top of yours. You pushed him away making him fall to the side and release a heavy breath.

« Not now, » you laughed. « The kids are home. »

« Why do you have to be so dirty-minded? It was just a kiss, » he coked an eyebrow and pushed you playfully.

« Ah! », you gasped holding your shoulder. He beamed his eyes turning back to you.

« I love you so much. »

« Love you too, » you tilted your head to kiss his shoulder, your fingers kindly scratching his skin. He pulled back his hair and then rubbed his face with his palms as you kept staring at him, noticing the huge grin drawn on his face, caused by the thoughts he was having.

« I can’t believe it. Our little boy is nine. Nine! » You laughed, your fingers moving upper to pull his fallen curls behind his ear. His eyes moved at you.

« It’s crazy, » you bit your lips holding your smile. You shook your head lightly. « I still remember when they were tiny little babies and now... » Tim breathed out and then chuckled.

« Fuck they grow up so fast. » A smile grew on your lips as you gave him a last peck and stood up to move to the bathroom. « And before we know it they'll be off to college, » you heard Timothée’s voice.

« Don’t even want to think about it, » you murmured to yourself, cleaning your face and then brushing your teeth. Tim put on his shorts and followed you, balancing at the door with his bare shoulder, looking through his phone.

« My mom texted what time we’ll be there, » he said and then laughed. « She said that your mother has been up since five and she already started cooking. » You chuckled at his words. « I love your mom so much. She’s always so excited about our visits. »

« That’s because she loves the kids, » you said. « And you. » Tim moved closer wrapping his arms around you, his lips planting kisses from your neck, to your chin and your jaw, to your cheeks, your nose, your lips.

« I was thinking… », he said with a small smirk.

« Oh, » you muttered.

« Stop, » he bit your skin making you chuckle again. « I was thinking that maybe we could... you know, » he clenched his jaw, fingers slowly slipping between your hand. « Maybe we could have another baby. » Your lips separated not really sure how to respond. You didn't expect that. Your head turned back to look at his face balancing on top of your shoulder and locked eyes for a moment. He gulped and lowered his gaze to the sink. « No pressure, of course. I’m just throwing it on the table. I mean, I wouldn’t mind having another little creature running around the house when the floor is not wet. » You smiled warmly. « It’s really not a big deal, I just think we can do it - if you want it, of course. »

« Well, I really didn't expect that, » you left a laugh. « I need some time to think about it. »

« Sure, » he pecked your lips again and moved to the sink.

You waited for Timothée for a few moments before moving together to the kitchen. He pulled you back by your t-shirt causing you to laugh. His head leaned down pressing your cheek with his lips making you giggle.

You silently opened the door of your son’s bedroom and looked inside. There he was, a nine-year-old boy sleeping on a sunkissed bed. You couldn’t stop staring at him. He was a baby only a few years ago and now he was speaking, walking, going to school, playing basketball, and having friends.

« Our baby is nine, » Tim whispered to your ear. He pouted his lips. « I am so proud that we got ‘em. » You stayed silent staring at his figure spread across the bed, short curls of dark hair covering his face as small snores escaped his mouth. You got Timothée's hand on yours, intertwining your fingers, and pulled it up rubbing it lovingly. Your eyes moved up at him looking at the way he was gazing at your kid.

Timothée touched your back gesturing for you to follow him. In the kitchen, Zoe had already found her seat at the end of the counter, her color pencils spread around her, as she finished her painting.

« You are finishing your drawing, baby? », you asked as Tim got the video camera to see if it was charged.

« Mhm, » she nodded too absorbed. You leaned on your elbows next to her. « You like it, mommy? », she asked.

« Like it? I love it! Tell me more about your artwork, » you said truthfully.

« Girls, camera's on, » Timothée's voice was heard in the background and you motioned with your head for him to come and see Zoe's drawing.

« It’s me and Marc sitting at the beach, » she explained. You nodded eagerly and then pointed at the sky.

« Why is the sky purple? », you asked.

« It’s the sunset. »

« And that red circle it’s the sun? », you asked.

« Yes! », she grinned and hugged you tight. You messed her hair and then moved to the fridge to get out the cake and the frosting. Tim moved closer with the video camera in his hands.

« Can you tell us your name? », he sat in front of your girl.

« Em… my name is Zoe, » she mumbled her whole face heating up as she kept coloring the paper not making eye contact.

« Is it a special day today? », Tim asked.

« Yes! It's Marc’s birthday, » she smiled. « I’m finishing his drawing. That’s my gift for him. »

« Can you show the drawing to the camera? »

« Do you like it? », Zoe turned the drawing in Timothée’s direction.

« Wow! », he said making Zoe grin. « It's incredible, baby. We should frame it, » Timothée left the camera down.

« You think Marc’s going to like it? »

« Marc’s going to love it! », he kissed the top of her head wrapping his arms around her. « I noticed you put a lot of green. »

« That's because green is his favorite color. »

The conversation went on for quite a while, Zoe explaining to Timothée her artistic choices and him happily listening to everything she had to say and being a silly dad as always, while you were preparing the birthday cake writing ‘Happy Birthday Marc’ on top of it. Even though you were trying to be extremely concentrated not to ruin the cake you couldn’t help but laugh when you heard Zoe telling Tim that she didn’t want to be an artist, she wanted to be a swimmer or a « veterinariterian ».

Tim gave you a funny look of confusion to make sure you heard before turning back to your daughter. You raised your head to look at them.

« You mean veterinarian, baby? », he asked. She half-opened her mouth processing the word and then nodded.

« Ve-te-ri-na-te- »

« Veterinarian, » Tim repeated slower. « Come on you can do this. »

« Ve-te-ri-na-ri-an, » she tried to say it back.

« Yes, that’s it! »

« Veterinarian, » she nodded.

« You are doing so great, sweety, » you said. Timothée kissed her cheek and moved closer to you getting the dishes out of the way to the sink to wash them.

« I’m almost done here, » you let him know.

« Mom, can I eat the frosting? », Zoe asked.

« Baby, I don't think that’s a very healthy breakfast, » Tim replied instead of you.

« Dad, please, » she begged. « Mommy? »

« Dad’s right, Zo. »

« Please, please, please, please, » she begged you her hands tied together. « Just a spoon, please mommy. » You looked at Tim once but then gestured to her with your hand.

« Come on, get a spoon, » you smiled.

« Y/N, they are going to eat so much cake today that they’ll be sick tomorrow. »

« It’s just a spoon Timo, » you pulled his hair back, on your way to get your spoons.

« It’s a special day, dad, » Zoe murmured happily. 

« Okay then, I want some frosting too, » he mumbled taking the spoon off your hands.

« You shouldn’t eat because you’re going to eat so much cake today- », you started saying before he squeezed your waist making you jump away and leave a laugh. 

« Come on finish your sentence, » he laughed before squeezing you again.

« You need to stop this, » you widened your eyes a smile plastered on your lips as you held your arms forward to defend yourself. Zoe couldn’t stop laughing watching Timmy tying tightly his arms around you and pressing kisses on your lips.

There was this routine you followed on your children's birthday. You were waking up early, finishing the cake you had already spent hours preparing the previous night, and then waking up the kids with the song.

« Can I put the candles? », Zoe asked.

« Sure, baby, » you said looking at the way she carefully placed nine candles on top of it in a circle.

« I’m getting the lighter. I’m getting the lighter, » Tim repeated excitedly as you took the cake in your hands and moved to the door of your son’s bedroom with Zoe’s small feet following you, drawing in her hands and a grin that reached her ears. « Okay, » Timothée said out of breath.

After lighting the candles he slowly opened the door. Your boy was still on his bed sleeping. Timothée mouthed ‘one, two, three’ and then you all started singing to him in unison. You noticed how his hazel green eyes opened wide raising him from his sleep and then a small grin appeared at the edge of his mouth.

« Happy Birthday to You // Happy Birthday to You // Happy Birthday Dear Marc //Happy Birthday to You… », you sang all together. He quickly stood up on his feet and blew off the candles.

« Happy birthday, » Zoe left a small childish scream as she fell into his arms pushing both of them back to the bed. They hugged each other tightly and kissed the other’s cheeks.

Timothée crouched in front of him to reach his height holding his knees with a huge smile. He gently pushed the hair behind his ears, one hand resting on his cheek.

« Okay, » the words came out like a whisper. « You are one of the best things that ever happened to me and I am so grateful for having you, » he pressed his lips on his cheek and took him in a long hug. « I want you to know that I love you and I am so proud of the person you are becoming. »

« You are proud? », Marc held his wrist to look him in the eyes. Timothée chucked and leaned down until their foreheads touched.

« Of course I am, and you should be too. Happy birthday, Mars, » he ruffled his hair standing up.

« Ah, dad! », the boy gasped only for Tim to ruffle his hair again and press a kiss on the top of his head.

« I’ll take this, » Timothée kissed you on the lips and took the cake off your hands. « Baby, you’ll come and help? », he asked Zoe who rushed to follow.

You pulled out your lower lip looking at your son who lightly shook his head knowing what was going to follow.

« Happy birthday, » you took him into a hug, arms tightly wrapped around him as you pressed your sealed lips not to get emotional. « Can’t believe you are nine. Nine! Oh my God! »

« Come on, mom, » he patted your back. You smiled and pulled away letting him breathe.

« I love you so so much. »

« I know, you tell me every day, » Marc mumbled.

« Yes, and I will never stop saying that to you because no matter how old you grow, you will always be my sweet little boy whom I used to be so protective of and always will be in the future. »

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[lixzey]

Tim and reader have two teenage children. One of them gets into a fight at school. When they find out they’re mad. But after that they’re are told that the reason of the fight was because their son was protecting his sister.

info: dad!Timothée, child getting into trouble, protective dad, child coming out, bullying, harassment.

Daddy's Angels

“Timmy, I'm taking Nikki to your mom's!” I yelled from the foyer as I fixed my four-year-old's hair.

“Come on, Nikki, we'll get you a cake pop on the way to Nana's.” I held her hand in mine as we walked to the car. Before we got to the car, I heard my husband calling for me.

“Mon amour, wait! I just got a call from La Guardia.”

“What? What happened? Are Hal and Millie okay?” I asked worriedly.

“Depends on your definition of 'okay'.” Timothée sighed. “Millie has gotten into a fight. They need us to come to the school.”

“What the hell? A fight?” I asked incredulously. “She's been in school for a week!”

“The principal didn't say much.” Timothée took the car keys from my hand, “Come on, let's drop Nikki off. Then we can go to LaG.”

I rolled my eyes at him before getting Nikki in her car seat. We drove to Timmy's parents and dropped her off. As soon as Nikki got settled in her grandmother's arms, Timmy and I went straight to LaGuardia High School.

“I swear Millie is going to give me a heart attack one of these days,” I muttered as Timmy and I walked up the steps of the school. Timothée and I went to the same high school as teenagers, and we fell in love in our junior year.

“As if you didn't give your mom a heart attack when you were a teen.”Timothée chuckled, nudging me playfully. I rolled my eyes at him, “Well, I didn't get into fights.”

As we approached the principal's office, a voice spoke from behind us. “Mr. and Mrs. Chalamet.”

“The old hag's still here?” Timothée mumbled as the older woman approached us.

I elbowed him hard in the side before putting on the most polite smile I could muster. “Ms. Lawton, the principal, called us over. Can we see our daughter and possibly our son?” 

“Oh yes,” The older woman frowned at me. “You were quite the troublemakers. Of course, your children would be delinquents. You know what they say: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.”

I grabbed Timothée's arm, preventing him from saying anything bad. “Just take us to our daughter.” Timothée said through gritted teeth.

Ms. Lawton nodded before leading us into the principal's office. As soon as the doors opened, I saw my daughter sitting in front of the principal's table, a haughty look on her face. She smiled as soon as her eyes landed on Timothée. “Papa!” she said, reaching for a hug.

“Oh no, you don't, Amelia Elise.” I sternly said from behind my husband. Mille froze at the mention of her full name. She turned to the principal and said, “I-I thought you were going to call my father?”

“And you thought he wasn't going to tell me?” I said through gritted teeth. Millie's eyes widened in fear. “I-well, uh....”

“You have got some serious explaining to do, young lady! I cannot believe you-” Timothée put a hand on my shoulder, cutting me off.

“Y/n, mon amour, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this. Let's listen to what the principal has to say first.”

I scowled at him, “Fine.” I sat in front of Millie, while Timmy sat beside her.

“During free time, Ms. Chalamet was seen arguing with a boy. Before Ms. Lawton could break it up, Ms. Chalamet proceeded to attack the boy.”

Timothée's eyes widened. “You got into a fight with a boy, Millie?!”  

Millie sat up straight, her arms over her chest. “I wouldn't call it a fight. I would call it a well-deserved punishment. Auntie Pauline style.”

“Amelia Elise Chalamet!” I scolded her. “Then what else happened?” I asked the principal.

“Oh yes. Ms. Lawton and Mr. Shifman dragged Ms. Chalamet away, shouting at the boy in French.”

“French?” Timothée turned to his daughter, “What were you shouting, young lady?” 

Millie sank down into her chair under her father's intense stare. It wasn't a normal occurrence for Timothée to get angry.

“I'd rather not repeat it, Papa.” Millie muttered as she fidgeted with her hair.

“You had no problem shouting at the boy in the hallways, Amelia. Why can't you say it now?” I asked. Millie stayed silent. “Well?”I raised my eyebrow at her.

“Vous êtes une excuse désolée pour un être humain. Vous méritez de pourrir dans les fosses ardentes de l’enfer et cela ne suffirait toujours pas à compenser le fait d’être une terrible excuse pour un humain.” Millie mumbled quietly.

“What was that, Amelia? Louder.” I glared at her.

“I was yelling that he could rot in the fiery pits of hell, and it still wouldn't make up for him being a terrible excuse for a human being.” Millie said quietly.

“And what makes him a terrible excuse for a human being, Amelia?” I asked further.

“I...I...can't say Mama.” Millie replied, sinking even further into the chair.

“Why not?” Timothée asked as he rubbed his temples.

“I can't, I promised Hal, Papa.” Millie said, almost in a whisper.

Timothée sighed. “Can we please have a moment with our daughter?” 

The principal nodded as she rose from her chair. “I will be back in fifteen minutes.”

As soon as the door closed, Millie dove into her father's arms and broke down in tears. “Papa, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! He just made me so furious!” 

Timothée looked at me over Millie's shoulders, a worried look painted on his face. “Mon coeur, it's alright.” He assured our daughter, rubbing her back in an effort to calm her down. 

After a few moments, her sobs were reduced to soft sniffles, and Millie finally calmed down. Though she never left her papa's arms. 

“Now,” Timothée started, “What exactly made you furious that you attacked that boy, chérie?”

“Promise you won't hate me, Papa?” Millie asked, her big green eyes staring at her father.

“I could never hate you, princess.” Timmy chuckled, kissing her forehead and brushing a stray strand of her away from her face.

I wanted to stay angry, but looking at my husband and eldest daughter's tender moment, my heart softened.

“Mama? You promise?” Millie asked me.

“I promise, love. Now, can you tell me and your Papa what happened?” I said with a smile, hoping to ease her worries.

Millie took a deep breath. “It all started on the first day of school. Hal and I were talking about our classes. Since we were in different homerooms, it was the only time we had to talk. Then suddenly, a boy, whose name is Tristan, pushed me. Hal got mad, and he helped me get up, and Tristan started to call him names. And yesterday, Tristan pushed Hal into giving him his homework. That's why Hal has a bruise on his arm.”

“What? Hal has a bruise?” I worriedly asked.

“Yeah, he has a bruise on his left arm.”

“This kid is mean and deserves to get punished. But I don't see a reason why you should attack him, angel.” Timothée said, hugging Millie tighter and closer to him.

“I'm getting there.” Millie sighed. “So, Hal and I were talking about our day, then Tristan came and started calling Hal names again. I told him to leave Hal alone, or else I'd tell a teacher. He then started to tease Hal even more, saying how Papa must be so disappointed that his son's major is Dance rather than Drama. He started calling him all sorts of names, like black sheep and the family's disappointment. So I told him to shove off.” Millie was trembling at this point.

“He pushed me into the wall and then whispered in my ear. 'Shut up. I bet your dad lets his friends use you, you little slut.' He....he the reached for my skirt and tried to touch me.”

I gasped, “He did WHAT!?” 

Millie started to sob again. “I'm so sorry, Mama! I got so mad, I saw red. Before I knew it, I was punching him.”

“Oh, my baby! You didn't do anything wrong! You were defending yourself and your brother.” I opened my arms to hug her, but Millie couldn't move. Timothée was hugging her tightly, as if his daughter were his lifeline.

“Papa?” Millie asked, trying to pry her Papa's arms off her. “Papa, you're hugging me too tight!” 

“I'm sorry, ma chérie.” Timothée chuckled, his grip on Millie relaxing. “Don't move, angel. Holding onto you is the only thing keeping me away from that boy and punching him myself.”

“Timothée Hal!” I exclaimed, “He deserves to get punished, but it isn't up to you! You can't beat up a kid!” 

“I can't. But Hal could.”

“He won't, Tim.” I glared at him.

“I know, but Leo can.” Timothée smirked.

“Timothée Hal Chalamet, you shut your mouth before I shut it for you!” I snapped, “I am just as upset at you about this, but you can't tell your nephew to beat up this Trsitan kid!” 

“Then why the hell did he bully my kids?” Timothée huffed. “Millie, why was he bullying your brother?” 

“I...I can't say, Papa.” Millie sniffled.

“Sweetheart, please tell us. We won't get mad, let alone hate you and your brother.” I assured her, rubbing circles on her back.

“I promised Hal, Mama....I can't betray him.” Millie said in a whisper. “He doesn't want to disappoint you and Papa.”

“Disappoint us? Sweetheart, nothing you and your brother could do can disappoint us.” I kissed her forehead.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Millie, are you here?” Hal's voice echoed as he opened the door. “Mama? Papa?”

“Hal, sweetheart.” I smiled at my son, gesturing for him to sit beside me.

“Now, why was Tristan bullying Hal?” Timothée asked.

“Papa.....” Millie looked at Hal, her eyes on the verge of tears.

“Millie, you can tell Mama and Papa.” Hal smiled at his sister.

“But.....” Millie sniffed.

“No buts, Mills. If you can't say it, I will.” Hal assured his sister.

“Mama, Papa, I'm gay,” Hal said with a proud smile. “I'm not ashamed anymore. I hope you won't hate me for being gay, Mama, Papa.”

“Oh, my darling! I could never hate you. You're my baby boy, my beautiful, beautiful boy,” I said as I hugged Hal. “Your Papa and I couldn't be more proud.

“Yes, Hal, I'm absolutely proud of you. I could never hate you for being yourself.” Timothée smiled, reaching over to Hal for a hug.

"I'm proud of both of you, but that Tristan kid needs to be punished,” I said. “He needs to be punished for bullying my babies and for harassing Millie.” I insisted.

“Agreed.” Timothée nodded.

“Come on, I'll talk to the principal, then the four of us can get ice cream.” I smiled. Millie and Hal's faces lit up.

“Ice cream it is.” Timothée chuckled, hugging our children.

“Daddy's angels, huh?” I teased my kids.

“Daddy's angels.” They repeated in unison.

Right now, I couldn't ask for anything more.

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[roxygen22]

Chart (+1)

Summary: Bonus chapter to "Chart" as requested by @croatianprincess. Timothée decompresses after you (female reader) are home from the hospital.

C/W: Mention of injury, car accident, pregnancy

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Timothée lovingly gazed down at the bundle in his arms, bouncing and swaying. He hummed softly a French lullaby his father had sang to him.

Father.

He was a father now. The realization cycled through his brain every few minutes. It left him breathless. Speechless. Awed by the immensity of the emotions roiling inside. Love. Worry. Pride. All he could do in these moments was stare at his daughter and take in her tiny features. Timothée was mesmerized. She already looked so much like you.

His thoughts were interrupted when she started to squirm and fuss. "Shh, baby girl. Daddy's here. Let's try to let Mommy sleep a little longer." He looked over at your hospital bed where you slept, splayed out like a starfish now that you could finally sleep on your back again.

Flashback

About eight months ago, Timothée brought you home from the same hospital. Despite the state of your car, you (and the baby you just found out about) were relatively unscathed. That didn't make Timothée fuss over you any less, though. He parked his car in the driveway of your home and ran around to your side to open your door. Your leg still hurt when you put all your weight on it, so helped you hobble inside.

Once you were seated on the couch, Timothée pilfered nearly every pillow from the guest bedroom and brought them to you. He fluffed them before placing them behind and around you so you could comfortably recline and prop up your injured leg.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"I feel like I am sitting on a cloud."

"Good, that was the goal." He kissed you on the forehead then went to the garage. You wondered what he was up to, but you were too tired to ask. He came back in a moment with the bucket you use to wash the car.

"Umm," he gestured sheepishly with the bucket before setting it beside you. "Just in case you...you know, feel sick at some point."

You gave him a puzzled look before it registered what your husband was talking about. "Oh yeah...I'm pregnant!" It was the first time you had actually said it out loud since Timothée told you the news at the hospital.

"How do you feel?" he inquired as he sat on the edge of the couch cushion beside you. He took your hand in his and absent-mindedly rubbed your knuckles with his thumb.

"To be honest, except for the soreness, I don't feel any different. I think it would have been a while longer before I figured it out for myself."

"I'm sorry you had to find out that way," he muttered.

You chuckled. "I think *you* telling *me* instead of the other way around makes for an interesting story."

Timothée smiled briefly before his lip started trembling. Your hand went to his cheek, your thumb first tugging at his lip then catching the first of the fountain of tears that fell from his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?"

He leaned into your touch and covered your hand with his. "[Y/N], I...I was so scared when I got that call from the hospital. I knew they said you were stable, but when I saw you unconscious, I-" His voice broke and he started to sob. The adrenaline had worn off and he was crashing hard. You pulled him down to you and cradled his head on your chest.

"...and th-then they said you were p-pregnant," Timothée continued, his speech stilted by his quick breaths. You ran your fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. "I've never been s-so happy and so afraid at one time. What if you didn't wake up? What if the baby-" He couldn't finish before he started to spiral once again. He buried his face in your shoulder and fisted his hands in your shirt.

In an effort to ground him, you pulled one of his hands to your belly. "Timothée, I am fine. WE are fine." You felt him nod into your shoulder, but he still maintained his grip on your shirt with his other hand like he was afraid you would float away. You continued to play with his hair for a few minutes until his breathing evened out.

"I love you so much, [Y/N]," he mumbled into your neck. "And this baby already. The thought of losing either of you was just too much to bear."

"I am here, my love. I'm not planning on going anywhere."

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[heejayy]

Timothée as a Dad!

Warning • none

Genre • fluff

Pairing • Timothee Chalamet x Reader

Requested @s-we-e-t-t-ea

the best dad EVER!

At first when you both got together you didn’t want kids but after the honeymoon that didn’t last long…hehe

Anyways you popped out a beautiful baby girl and 3 years later a set of twins! 🤭

And he still wants more…💀

Timmy didn’t make you do anything!

He changed diapers, bathed them, and even fed them

Tbh you couldn’t even get your children alone to play because he always has them 😭

“Baby you worked so so hard today how about you go take a well deserved nap” he smiled pushing towards your bedroom.

“Wha- I didn’t even do anything today!” he shushed shaking his head.

“No no go!”

Toys are going to be everywhere! But he cleans them up though

And expect to wake up to him and your three gremlins running around the kitchen trying to make breakfast

AWEE SO CUTE 😔😩

He also spoils them rotten! And they are mostly well behaved but they’re still kids so when they don’t behave in comes stern dad mode.

He HATES being a strict parent and quit frankly so do you.

One night it was well past midnight and Karina (your oldest) daughter didn’t want to go to bed.

She kept running around screaming “I’m not sleepy”

You both wanted to do gentle parenting but kids can push buttons you didn’t know you had 🙄

Timmy and you both were exhausted and fed up, so he snapped at her and told her to ‘get her butt in bed’, of course she cried like a brat and watching his daughter cry Timmy cried too…

They both fell asleep together on the floor in her bedroom, you found them in the morning and had a good giggle.

He hates seeing his princess cry 🥲

He’s just so soft for them, and he just loves his baby’s! ❤️

Oh and you’re twins! You just know your sons are going to grow up to be respectful good men.

He teaches them to respect you, their sister and any other women that appear in their lives

They’re like tiny baby gentlemen

One time Tommy and Tyler (the twins) seen Timothee rubbing your feet giving you a massage and they joined him

They also refer to you as queen mommy because they overheard Timmy calling you a queen on multiple occasions 😂🤣

and he LOVES to show them his movies

They go crazy seeing their dad on the big screen

They always brag about him at school which makes you feel a little left out sometimes

But you know they still love you equally 😔

And overall Timothee really is the best dad and the best husband

You couldn’t ask for a better family ❤️

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[mediumgayitalian]

okay a few solangelo things i’m curious your take on,

what kind of gift givers do you think will and nico are to each other?

are either of them music nerds? making playlists? gifting playlists? what music do u think they like?

what is their favorite fruit?

do you think either of them keep up with pop culture? are they fans of anything? celebrity crushes? like do you think will would think timothee chalamet is cute bc he lowkey has nico’s vibes and is such a buzzer name for celeb crushes? lolll

and then, do you think nico shamelessly takes will’s sweaters and shirts to wear or secretly swipes them?

ty! love ur blog so much xx

HELL YEAH THANK YOU

what kind of gift givers do you think will and nico are to each other?

i think nico spoils will fucking rotten.

his dad is the god of wealth he is holding NOTHING back. aside from that, he grew up wealthy and spent so so long in the lotus casino. i think he has a rly bad handle on money lol.

however he's such a mysterious guy that i think it doesn't occur to will that nico is actively spending money on him??

like will makes an offhand comment about how he would marry the person who would bring him the mystical rocket launching boba fett. and nico is like word okay and the next day there is a rocket launching boba fett on will's pillow and he's like BRO???? OH MY GOD?????

but he just figures that nico knew someone who had it!! he knows nico is big on figurines & collectibles and has a lot of connections, so he thinks nico just called in a favour.

in reality nico did all those things and also spent like two hundred k lol

basically, nico doesn't even think about it. if he hears a friend express a want that he has to means to acquire...its not even an active choice to him?? he's like well why wouldn't i buy this for them.

and i think this means a whole lot to will!!

he's spent his life in his mom's tour van or a bunk bed. he grew up in two wars. he was responsible for an entire infirmary at 13. he's a nerd and he likes nerdy things but like...collecting takes time. and money he doesn't have, because money isn't really a focus in camp and its not like he's paid lol

so of course there are things that he likes but...imagine being will. imagine having a budget for the INFIRMARY YOU RUN and thinking, like...well the camp has only so much money. i know exactly what these medical supplies cost. i refuse to steal. why would i ever be so selfish to ask for money to be spent on me and the things i like?

and then there's nico, who doesn't need him to ask. who WANTS to give him things he wants, not just what he needs or what he wants for others. what WILL wants. nico will get him.

will on the other hand....he gives away his time like it's free.

he does things for people. constantly. like austin complains about not having anywhere quiet to practice and will builds him a soundproof practice room. you know?

now when nico, who has had no one spend their time on him since bianca....

like his father did not have time for him. even when he lived in the underworld, he was put to work. or else he was bored. it's not like he and hades HUNG OUT, you know?

and of course he had no friends to spend their time on him. even in his first time at camp half blood -- for the first time, bianca didnt have time for him. she chose the hunters for ETERNITY, she said i am done choosing you now. and nico drove percy insane, who certainly didn't have time for him between saving the world. the entire time we saw him in TTC he was being pushed away.

by the time he had hazel, HE was the one pushing himself away before anyone else could. he filled his time so he wasn't waiting for anyone else. besides, through no fault of hers, he and hazel CAN'T give each other as much of their time as they would like!! they live on opposite sides of the country!!

but will.....

gods will. will SEEKS HIM OUT. the first thing will says to him is i have carved out, in my busy healer schedule, three days of time for YOU. not only have i carved out these three days, but in that brief moment of time where i was running around camp, i was thinking about you. you were a PRIORITY and i'm upset that you did not come spend your time with me.

like.....oh my god. can you imagine that? being nico? hearing someone you barely know, at this point, talk about how much time he wants to spend with you? and then as you get closer, he spends SO MUCH time with you!! he makes you a priority!

will walks nico to breakfast and watches him in sword practice and takes out his schedule when nico is making his to make sure they line up. he plans dates and they're FUN and he is so careful to make them enjoyable for nico, too, so much so that he forgets his nerves.

the biggest gifts they give to each other is noticing, i think. i see you, i see what you need and wont ask for, and i care enough to give it to you anyway.

are either of them music nerds? making playlists? gifting playlists? what music do u think they like?

will is the HUGEST MUSIC NERD IN THE WORLD.

he may not have many musical talents himself but music was naomi solace's whole world. you bet your ass it's everything for him, too.

he is teased for his love of country, and he does love country (everybody loves country if you hate country you are lying to yourself, i know you sing along to before he cheats with your whole chest), but he has a VAST music taste.

he is a britney spears stan. i will not be convinced otherwise.

nico, on the other hand, is not nearly as ignorant about music as people pretend he is. y'all he was in a casino/arcade until like 2006!!!!! do you think it was silent in there!!!!! do you think he is not the absolute king of just dance and DDR!!!

however he was, like, 10. so i think he's familiar with a lot of songs but in the way you were when you were a kid, you know?? like i could sing paparazzi w my whole chest beginning to end flawlessly at eight years old, but i would not have been able to recognise lady gaga by name or sight.

i think he and will make somewhat of a game out of it. the first time they hang out, nico is NERVOUS beforehand. like for hours. will said they were going to have a chill day bc he has time off, but what are they supposed to DO?? before they were actively doing stuff together. will was teaching nico first aid basics, or nico was helping him around the infirmary; they were helping rebuild camp together. sure, they were talking, but they had something to focus on if things got awkward or conversation faded naturally.

that is VERY DIFFERENT from just hanging out in person. is nico supposed to have conversation starters prepared? how much silence is rude? is will going to finally decide he's boring? or weird? will is such a hyper person!!! how is nico supposed to entertain him!!

meanwhile will is in his cabin freaking the fuck out to his siblings like GUYS HES GONNA THINK IM A WEIRD NERD DORK LOSER 😭😭😭.....WHAT IF HE SAYS THE WORD SAND AND I GO ON THE ANAKIN SKYWALKER RANT ON REFLEX FUCK KAYLA WHAT DO I DO I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON HE IS SO OUT OF MY LEAGUE

so he calls his mom 💀

and his mom is like baby....you are a disaster are you aware. and hes like thanks MOM i know i need HELP OKAY

and naomi is like well you got on with my backstage crew just fine. and hes like well yeah we just talked about music that was easy.

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OH THANKS MOM YOURE SO SMART

and he's like wait nico has spent a lot of time in the underworld...he might not be very up to date!! this'll be awesome. so he stays up till like 3 on the big house computer carefully making nico several CDs worth of playlists.

he makes HOURS of music. way more than they could ever listen to in one day, but he gets carried away. he makes a playlist with his favourite country music, including his moms stuff obviously, with rock music he thinks nico in particular will like, pop punk stuff, regular pop, an entire CD dedicated to the icon herself kesha (whom he knows personally bc she sun backup vocals for his mom when she was a teenager), some musicals, and some iconic european music to top it off. he has a little bit of EVERYTHING.

most important, though, he makes a CD with the top 100 billboard songs from the years 1958 (when it started) to 1985. he doesnt have enough time to do it all the way to this year in one night but vows to work on it when he has time.

when he goes to nico's cabin, he comes with a stack of CDs as long as his arm and chiron's CD player. he's practically sparkling with excitement; when nico opens the door he is already halfway through a sentence lol.

for four straight hours, they just listen to song after song, will pausing after each one to ask what nico thinks. he recognises a lot of them, even though he didn't know their names, but even still he's pretty quiet at first. but as they go on it gets hard not to get caught up in wills excitement, and he dances like such a dork, anyway, is it his fault for laughing? and those four hours pass like MINUTES and suddenly its curfew and will has to go.

this becomes their tradition! will plays a song, nico reviews it. even as they learn how to hang out with each other in different ways, it becomes reflex -- when there's a song playing will looks at nico for a reaction. when they're with others, in public, whenever.

the first time nico makes will a playlist he cries.

the playlist is called sunshine.

will plays on his walkman until its worn right through.

what is their favorite fruit?

at first will thinks nico doesn't like fruit at all because he has to force this dumbass to eat fruit and vegetables. all he eats is like. cereal and sandwiches. it stresses will the fuck out.

he's out here plopping a bowl of fruit on nico's table like eat this whole thing or i'm gonna whoop your ass before scurvy does. (he is genuinely afraid nico is going to get scurvy, although its not a very effective anxiety because hes kind of deeply afraid of scurvy in general and is always trying to push people to eat oranges lol).

nico ALWAYS drags his feet about it. at one point will gets worried that nico just straight up doesn't like fruit and starts fretting about synthetizing supplements.

turns out nico is just, like...a little pretentious. about fruit particularly. in his defense, he has been all over the world. like he's had indian mangoes and algerian clementines okay it is VERY hard to settle for stuff grown in north america as nice as the demeter greenhouses are.

his favourite fruit ever is the lemon though. he had a lemon tree in his backyard when he was a kid that he doesn't remember, exactly, but he remembers how it tastes. will brings him a lemon once and almost as if his hands are working on their own, he cuts a slice, removes the peel and pith, puts it in a jar of sugar, and shakes to coat it, like his nonna would do secretly when he mama wasn't looking. its the best thing he's ever tasted.

will is a fruit fanatic, on the other hand. he steals strawberries every time he walks by the fields. the demeter cabin has to count their blueberries every night because he can and will eat them all when no one's looking.

his favourite, though, and he never ever gets it at camp, is prickly pear. in the summers before camp he would go to the desert with his mom and pick enough to make his stomach hurt -- he's never home when they're in season now, so sometimes when she's free shell drive up to new york just to bring him a box of them. she knows he's busy and cant leave camp in summers but she wants him to have that, at least.

do you think either of them keep up with pop culture? are they fans of anything? celebrity crushes? like do you think will would think timothee chalamet is cute bc he lowkey has nico’s vibes and is such a buzzer name for celeb crushes? lolll

i think all year-rounders are into pop culture just fine, but they're a few years behind. except for music -- will knows music. but things like movies and tv shows and memes, they either get updated from their summer-only friends or they stumble upon in naturally when it's not longer relevant lol.

nico, though, has an encyclopedic knowledge of old pop culture, because the lotus got new tech and games and movies before literally anyone else. he saw back to the future before it was in theatres and it changed his life. he quotes it all the time and no one has called him out on it then, but it is only a matter of time.

(he has seen star wars. he saw star wars before will was alive. but it is 100% funnier to pretend he doesn't know what a galaxy is and watch will's eye twitch when he asks him about luke skyrunner)

and then, do you think nico shamelessly takes will’s sweaters and shirts to wear or secretly swipes them?

yes absolutely. but he's super embarrassed about it at first so he genuinely STEALS them, not just borrows them.

it's a heist and everything. he shadow travels into the apollo cabin at like three in the morning and rifles through will's shelf. when he gets back he panics and shoves it under his mattress, where it lives in shame for four months. will just thinks it must have been an unfortunate victim of some poor sick child or bleeding demigod and writes it off.

after several months, during which nico thinks about the sweater ALL the time but cannot physically force himself to touch, nico finally gets brave enough to take it out from under his mattress. he just stares at it for a long ass time, wrinkling it in his clenched hands. it's just a hoodie, you know?? who cares.

nico cares. obviously.

eventually he gets so annoyed with himself that he just yanks it on expecting to be able to tell himself like SEE you dumbass it's just a piece of clothing it literally does not matter. except.

except.

the hoodie still smells like will.

somehow.

and that is.

well.

he would rather dunk his head into the river of fire than admit it, but he melts. the hoodie is old as hell and worn and so so so so soft, gods, no wonder will wears it all the time. he never wants to take it off ever.

for weeks, whenever he's alone in the cabin, he wears the hoodie. it stops smelling like will pretty quickly but he doesn't mind, it's still the most comfortable thing ever. it becomes second nature to walk into his cabin, throw off his jacket, and tug the hoodie on, wearing it to bed.

on one night, and of course it's the hermes' cabin fault, everyone is rushing out of their cabin to see what the fresh fuck is sounding like twenty four fire alarms at once and also a nuclear explosion. nico, in his haste, does not take off the hoodie.

will, whipped, makes sure his siblings are okay and then turns immediately to find nico. he Sees The Hoodie. nico Sees Him See The Hoodie. nico tries to flee.

will has longer legs and also spots a teasing opportunity, so hera herself could not stop him.

will teases him to pieces but is also visibly pleased. the next morning nico finds another hoodie of will's hung over his desk chair.

he wears will's hoodies all the time.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THESE IN I HAD SO MUCH FUN

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[timottea]

can I request a timothee imagine where they are dating after making a movie together and they are doing all those press interviews together because they are the main ones, same vibe as him doing all those interviews with zendaya

HI thank you so much for requesting and for having the patience of a saint. i hope you like it 💗

the wired autocomplete interview

“how do you pronounce timothée chalamet?” you read off the board for him, twirling the thin slip of paper between your fingers after ripping it off.

“wow, you totally just butchered that,” timothée quips, cheshire-cat-grinning under the bright camera lights. no amount of media training seems to be enough: on and off camera, he can’t help but tease you – it’s a terrible habit that you never want him to break, and it’s no wonder there are already suspicions about your relationship.

“it’s supposed to be timothée—” he begins, all heart eyes and smitten smile.

“oh, i’m sorry, monsieur chalamet,” you cut in suddenly, a thick french accent saturating your words. “pardon! je suis désolé!”

at your accent, timothée practically launches himself out of his seat, the wire from his mic the only thing stopping him from hitting the ceiling.

“wait, wait, what?” his nose is scrunched in amusement, his face a perfect blend of disbelief and adoration. “you’re telling me you speak french now?”

you’re unpredictable; he loves it.

at your cheeky smile, he continues: “after all those times i offered to teach you on set?”

“you mean all those times you taught me really rude things to say to denis when i thought i was being so charming?” you amend playfully, shoving his shoulder.

his laughter echoes around the room, infectious and cheeky and you just want to swim in it. calm down.

“i’d do it all over again, yn,” he grins, ripping the next slip from the board with a flourish.

“how – what—” he can’t even get through it, so overcome by giggles at the absurdity of the question. “how many kids does timothée chalamet have?!”

your jaw drops.

“that’s what the internet wants to know?” you laugh incredulously. “oh, that’s it, timmy, the secret’s out!”

timothée covers his face dramatically, gravelly voice crying out, “five! okay, it’s five! i’ve been holding this in for so long—”

you burst out laughing, feigning vindication. “i knew it!”

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding!” he raises his hands as he shouts at the camera, then turns to you. “do i really look like a dad?”

you bite your tongue, feeling heat flood your face. “okay, my turn!”

“ever the professional,” timothée shakes his head at you, leaning back to grab the next board and almost falling out of the chair.

“falling for me, chalamet?” you joke, grabbing his forearm to steady him as the chair rocks.

“only every day,” he says sweetly, catching you off guard. catching himself off guard; your pr teams are going to have a field day.

“guys, he’s never like this off camera,” you speak to the camera quickly as if gossipping at a sleepover, hoping to conceal the truth behind his words with a joke. timothée’s face, stained with total betrayal, makes you laugh loudly when you look back at him.

“shut up,” timothée grins, placing one hand on your thigh, just out of shot.

“such a gentleman,” you smile, linking your fingers together briefly before directing his hand back to the question board.

he rips the paper off, reading it aloud before looking directly into your eyes.

“sorry, what was the question?” you shake your head in an attempt to clear it but all you can see is swirling hazel, those freckles, and nothing else matters.

“how many times has yn been nominated for an emmy?” timothée repeats the question with a goofy smile, and you really can’t look at him.

that face he’s doing right now?

complete and utter joy for you?

it takes everything in you not to kiss him right there.

“ever the professional,” timothée's words echo around your head and you visibly shake yourself.

“uhm, i don’t actually know – that’s just so out of my hands, you know? but i’m so unbelievably thankful,” you stammer, shifting in your seat.

“i can answer that – is it three times now? either way, not enough times,” he’s dead serious, no hint of a joke, and it makes your stomach flip at his steady pride.

“thanks, timmy,” you murmur quietly, hooking your ankle around his just out of shot.

he simply hums, ripping another slip of paper, because complimenting you is the most natural thing in the world to him.

“does yn have an instagram?” he tilts his head curiously, his own mind sifting through the pictures on your private, lost in a daydream as he recalls a particular image he took of you on a balcony in new york.

“not even a finsta,” you bite your lip against the lie and timothée has no choice but to duck his head to conceal his laughter, “but, really, how can i compete with the king of instagram right here?”

“king? did you guys catch that on camera?” timothée’s head snaps up, and you can practically see his tail wagging.

“okay, easy,” you chuckle, leaning over to rip off another question.

“okay, thanks, baby,” he replies instinctually, naturally, and then freezes.

did he just?

he didn’t… did he?

he clears his throat as your eyes widen in fear. it’d be funny if both your managers hadn’t threatened imminent death upon exposure.

“well,” you laugh nervously, as timothée shrivels up in his chair and hides behind his hands, “i hope you learned something about us!”

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet fanfic #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet fic #timothee imagine #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee fluff #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet x y/n #timothee chalamet fluff #timothee chalamet blurb #timothee chalamet imagine #wired autocomplete interview #fvschalamet

[hudbannonarchive]

honestly it’s a good thing timothee chalamet’s character in interstellar never got to see his dad again bc he didn’t give a FUCK about him fr like imagine you’re sending your dad messages for 23 years just into the fucking void your sister never made one she dgaf your son died and everything and then you find out your dad bent the rules of time and space to communicate with your sister AND never thought about you once while he was close to dying and supposedly seeing all the things that mattered most to him. bummer.

#oh you know #*

[angelst4re]

Hiya. I LOVE your Jamie drabbles.

You're very talented.

I wondered if maybe you would consider this for a future fic/series:

Jamie fancies you. But you have no clue why.

Reader is overweight with little body confidence and never had someone like him interested in her before. A thin guy with a chubby girl? No way!

But she agrees to a date because she is mesmerised by him. He quickly realises how much she struggles to accept his interest and delicate advances. He makes it his mission to break down the walls she's cocooned herself in and show her just how much she's worth. Make her feel good about herself.

Just sweet, and/or smutty. I leave that decision to you! 😊

hi my love!! as someone who's always been bigger than all my friends and still struggles accepting that it's possible to be loved I LOVE THIS. i was so excited to write this and i think i might make it a 2/3 part series because I HAVE MORE!!

As You Are- Jamie Campbell Bower x Plussize!Reader

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞

୨♡୧ warnings: reader has a negative self image

୨♡୧ note: I HIT 200 FOLLOWERS TODAY WHAAT?!?!?! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! <33

“Y/n, it’s your 25th birthday! And you want to spend it at home watching… whatever this is?” Your friend, Georgia, turned to look at the TV in disgust, “desperate housewives. Really? You’d rather watch this instead of coming with us to the club? You could get free drinks because you’re the birthday girl!” 

You sigh and take a moment to think about it. You hadn’t gone out in a while, so it would be nice, but you had work tomorrow so you didn’t want to have to go in with a hangover. But you only turn 25 once…

“Fuck it.” You say, turning the TV off and opening your wardrobe doors, “what dress says ‘birthday girl’, the black one or-”

“The black one! It’s so sexy, I swear if you don’t wear it…” She shook her fist in the air, as if to threaten you as she laughed. “C’mon, it opens in two hours. Do you want to come to mine to get ready?” 

“Sure, just let me get some things and- who else is going there tonight?”

“You and me, of course, but Madeline’s coming with her boyfriend and I think Sasha has the flu so she’s staying at home.” Georgia explains. “But that’s okay because Sasha’s been quite bitchy to me lately, so it’ll just be the four of us. But I’m planning on getting lucky tonight, what about you?” 

Georgia was always the only girl in your group of friends that boys were interested in. You don’t blame them, she’s beautiful. You could never imagine having boys begging you to give them your number, you could never imagine looking as gorgeous as she does, you could never imagine-

“Earth to y/n?! Did you hear me?” 

“Hm?” 

“I asked if you think you’re going to meet anyone tonight, it’s quite a prestigious club, Madeline’s boyfriend’s dad owns it, so that’s why we’re getting in. I heard Cole Sprouse was in there last week, remember when-” 

“Yes, I remember when I had a crush on him. Shut up.” You giggle, blushing in embarrassment, “so when should we start getting ready?” 

—————————♡—————————

You were on your second drink, whilst Georgia was on her fifth. Madeline wasn’t drinking as she had to drive her boyfriend and herself home later, which you wished you hadn't started drinking. You promised yourself to only have one, you had work tomorrow, but when you got there, you couldn’t resist. 

“Y/n, that guy over there is so fucking hot,” Georgia points, “you should go up and talk to him-”

“No! I think he has a girlfriend, look!” 

The brunette turned to a girl sitting on his table and he leaned over and kissed his cheek, at that very moment Georgia frowned and sat back in her seat. 

“Why does that always happen? You spot a gorgeous boy and then you find out someone else found him before you?!” 

“What are you talking about?” Madeline’s boyfriend, Matt, asked, sitting down with his drink. 

“Georgia found a guy who looks like Timothee Chalamet but he has a girlfriend.” You explain, making it sound like it happens all the time. 

“I’m going out for a smoke, this is stressing me out too much. Anyone else coming?” Georgia asks, standing up with her cigarettes in her hand. 

“Sure.” You say, following her out. Although you don’t smoke anymore, you still enjoyed the atmosphere of the smoking area in bars. 

The two of you sat on the small bit of brick wall by the door as Georgia lit her cigarette, your hands kept pulling your dress down your thighs as it would keep rising up- and you didn’t want to flash the group of men in the corner when you stood back up. 

“Hey, look, it’s the Timothee guy!” Georgia smacked your lap as he walked out, “I’m gonna ask him if he’s single!” 

You admired your friend's confidence. She wasn’t afraid of anything- especially rejection. She had no need to be. You could only recall one time she had been rejected by a guy she liked, and that was only because he was married. 

You sighed, playing with your rings as you sat alone waiting for Georgia to come back. 

“You alright, darling?” A man asked, you turned to your right and there he was. The most gorgeous man you had ever seen. He had a cigarette in his hand, his fingers decorated with rings and tattoos on his middle fingers, a gold chain bracelet on his wrist. He wore a black shirt which was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a few more tattoos, and black trousers… You instinctively folded your arms over your belly and smiled up at the man. 

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for my friend.” You point over to Georgia, who now had her tongue down “Timothee Chalamet’s” throat. You cringed and turned back to the blonde man, who sat down beside you on the wall. 

“Well it looks like she’s having fun,” he laughed, before turning his attention back to you, “I’m Jamie by the way.” You were baffled. Surely this had to be a dare, there’s no way a guy like this would come over and talk to you. You searched the few groups of people around you to see if anyone was watching or laughing- but there wasn’t. 

“I’m y/n,” you replied, sounding quite unsure, “who are you here with?” 

“My brother, his girlfriend and some friends. I just got back from filming and they wanted to go out and celebrate.” 

“Filming? So you’re like.. An actor?” 

“I guess you could say that,” he chuckled. He was about to say something else but you spoke instead. 

 “Well, I’m here to celebrate my birthday. The big 2-5!”

“No way! Happy birthday!” He grinned, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. You smile at the small touch, but you still had some suspicions about this man. “I turn… oh shit I’m 34 this year?!”

“No you’re not!” You gasp, you guessed he was around your age. You could only hope and pray you looked as young as him when you turn 34. He nodded his head slowly. 

Suddenly, Georgia reappeared, extra giggly this time. 

“So Timothee’s real name is Dan… And I’m going back to his house, so do you think you could get Madeleine to take you home- Oh! Who is this?” Georgia grinned at Jamie, “See I told you you’d-” 

“That’s enough Georgia!” You interrupt her, putting your hand out. “Have fun with Dan, and let me know you’re safe, okay?”

She grinned as she ran off, chasing Dan. 

“What was that about? What did she tell you?”  Jamie asked with a grin. 

“Nothing, she just seems to think everyone can go out and find a quick fuck- Shit! No, that’s not what I meant- It’s… she thinks everyone can pull any guy they want, she seems to forget some of us aren’t as pretty as her…” The alcohol had clearly gotten to you now. You would never have admitted that out loud if you were sober. 

“Well, I think you’re pretty. I think you’re beautiful, y/n.” He says, taking one of your hands in his and stroking it with his thumb. 

“No you don’t.” You say confidently. 

“And why do you think that?” He asks, his eyebrows raised. 

“Because I’m… I’m bigger than other girls. It’s embarrassing to be seen with me. You-”

“No, no, no. Stop right there.” He says, trying to stop you from getting overwhelmed as your eyes begin to gloss with tears, “I don’t know what anyone else has told you before, sweetheart, but that’s not true, okay? I would-”

“Y/n, there you are!” Matt sighed in relief as he saw you, “why are you crying? Has he-” As Matt turns to Jamie you quickly explain that it’s just the alcohol, you’re an emotional drunk and that Jamie was trying to calm you down. “Well, Madeline and I are going to leave in a minute, so come back in when you’re ready.”

You thank him and he leaves, you turn back to Jamie and sigh, apologising for everything. Just before you went to leave, Jamie stopped you and asked for your number. In any normal circumstance, you would’ve said no, knowing that he would probably give it to his friend and they’d laugh as you text him back- having known from experience. But you took his phone and typed your number in for him. He smiled as you left, hoping to see you again soon. 

—————————♡—————————

Unknown Number:

08:21 Hey :)

08:23 It’s Jamie, what are you doing later? Xx

You ignore the messages, rolling over in your bed and sighing. You couldn’t believe you gave your number to some random man you met at the bar, you cursed yourself for having a decent amount of confidence when you were drunk. You tried to brush it off and get ready for work, coffees weren’t going to make themselves. 

“So his name is Jamie… and he’s an actor?!” Georgia often visited you at work for fun, which made the hours fly by. You appreciated her for that. “We get wifi here, right?” She asks, taking her phone from her pocket. 

“You’re not going to search him, are you?!” Your eyes widen, “Georgie no!”

Georgia giggled as she opened google. 

“Actors named Jamie… These are all old men!” She frowned, showing you her phone. 

“Well, he’s blonde and he told me he’s 34 this year which makes him 33 now…”

When Georgia started smiling you knew she had found something, when she bit her lip you knew she found him. 

“Is this him by any chance?” 

“Holy shit!” Your hand flew to your mouth. He was famous!

“Jamie Campbell Bower… he’s pretty. Have you replied to him yet?” 

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“What?! Why?”

“Look at him,” you say, pointing to Georgia’s phone, “and look at me.”

“Y/n, baby, I keep telling you to stop thinking like that! You surely don’t believe you're not worthy of this man just by the way you look?” Georgia frowns, “give me your phone.” 

“No!” 

“Y/n, either you give me it or you text him yourself,” she grins, “what’s it gonna be?”

You sigh, pulling your phone from your pocket. 

“What should I say?” You ask, re-reading the texts he sent you. You will admit that you felt butterflies in your stomach when you read them. 

“How about… I finish work at 4, so I’m free any time after that?” 

“Georgie, you genius!” You smile as you type out your message. 

13:02 Hi :)

13:02 I finish work at 4 and I haven’t got any plans after that x

You throw your phone down onto the table after sending the texts, and only moments later you get a reply.

13:05 Great! Where do you work, I’ll pick you up x

“What did he say?!” Georgia squealed in excitement. 

“He asked where I work, he said he’ll pick me up?” 

“Oh my- Y/n! This is so exciting! Tell him- oh, and ask if his brother’s single!”

“He isn’t. He said last night he has a girlfriend- Hey, what happened to Dan?”

“Just a one night thing, baby.” Georgia said, sitting back in her chair, “so are you going to text Jamie back or just stare at the messages all day?”

“What do I say?”

“Tell him where you work, and say you can’t wait to see him!” 

“But I look like shit right now- I mean, I’m in my uniform and I haven’t got any makeup on and-”

“Y/n, stop worrying about how you look. Or I swear I will send him the photo, that way you’ll have nothing to worry about,” Georgia laughed. She always threatened you with the photo from Halloween one year, you were dressed as Uncle Ian from the Chipmunks. “Maybe you could ask him to take you home first so you could change?” 

“Good idea- but then he’ll know where I live!” 

“So?” 

“What if he’s a serial killer?” 

“Y/n. He has an imdb page. And when I searched him up it was all saying good things. This is a chance of a lifetime, take it!” 

You decide Georgia was right. 

13:12 The coffee shop down the road from the bar last night…

13:13 But would you mind taking me home first? I need to change out of my work uniform :)

—————————♡—————————

“And it’s the second one on the- here!” You point to your house and Jamie parks outside. “Do you want to come in? I might be a while…”

“Of course.” He smiles, taking his keys out of the car.

When you get inside, you show Jamie around a bit and offer him a drink, which he declines. You tell him you’ll be two minutes as you disappear up to your bedroom. However, that was a lie. 

As you looked through your wardrobe, all you could find were jeans that were too tight and skirts that rose up too high at the back. You had a cute pair of joggers, but you didn’t want to look lazy and underdressed. So you decided to stick with the black jeans you wore for work. When you tried to find a top to match, your entire wardrobe was practically on the floor, creating a massive pile of clothes. 

You pick out a top randomly, and you were quite happy with it. It was red and had lace detailing at the top, it was also slightly cropped, but that was okay as your jeans were high waisted. You smiled, thinking you looked okay. 

As you came down the stairs, Jamie was standing by the door waiting for you. He smiled as you approached him, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. 

“What?” You giggle nervously. 

“You look beautiful,” he smiles, “okay so I know this isn’t much of a date but-��

“A date?” Your eyes widen, he chuckles and nods his head, “sorry it’s… I don’t think I’ve been on a proper date before.”

“I wouldn’t call this a ‘date’, but I guess I’ll have to take you out somewhere nice one day, show you how it’s done,” he smirks, “what are you doing tomorrow?” 

“Nothing, I don’t think I’m busy.” You tell him. 

“Wonderful, so I’ll pick you up from here tomorrow at 7, is that okay?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” You smile, feeling your face heat up. 

“You’re so cute when I make you blush, anyway, let’s go! We don’t want to be late!” 

Jamie had taken you to another club that night, his brother Sam had a DJ set there. He had quite a talent, you thought, but you were struggling to enjoy your night. Girls would keep coming up to Jamie and flirting with him, asking for pictures with him, and giving you dirty looks as he placed his hand on your waist. You didn’t understand why Jamie chose you, out of all these other girls he could’ve had, it’s you he chose to put his arm around, you who he was taking on a date tomorrow, you who he would keep complimenting. You didn’t understand it. 

When Sam’s part was over, Jamie took you with him to meet him backstage. He was almost as lovely as Jamie, and you got along well with his girlfriend. However, you still couldn’t help but feel out of place. Sam had offered to take everyone out for drinks to celebrate his first gig, and when Jamie had agreed to go you felt bad saying no, so you went along with them. 

The night seemed to fly by. Sam would ask you about yourself, and you find out that you have a couple mutual friends. There was never a moment of awkward silence, although everyone had a few drinks so you were all a little more talkative than you would’ve been sober. 

Jamie pats the top of your thigh as he stands up, telling you he’s going for a cigarette, his touch was enough to send butterflies to your tummy again. You followed him out and he took your hand as he found the exit. 

You admired him as he smoked his cigarette. You quit a few years ago as you believed it was a bad habit and a waste of money, but when he did it he looked like a work of art. He caught you staring as he put it out on the floor, and you pretended to look away. But he knew. 

He came closer to you, closer than he had been in the car, and moved a piece of hair from your face. 

“What will it take for me to make you see yourself the way I see you?” He asks, his face just inches away from you. 

“I don’t think you ever will.” You whisper as he places his hand on your waist. 

“I will, darling, I won’t give up until I do.” He says before leaning in, pressing his lips so delicately against yours. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck as you pull him closer towards you, he deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue into your mouth, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. 

You only broke the kiss when you had to pull away for air, and you buried your face in his chest as you giggled.

“What?” Jamie chuckled, resting his chin on your head. 

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” 

“Texting me, taking me places, telling me I’m beautiful, kissing me- I just need to know what’s going on. I’ve been lied to before, Jamie, and it broke me. I can’t possibly go through this again.” 

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you. When I saw you last night I had to come and talk to you, and when I saw you sitting by yourself it made me upset, y/n, and then I got to know you, and I still want to know more. I want to know why you lie to yourself, I want to know why you think you’re not good enough for me, I want to know what your favourite colour is, I want to know- I want to know everything about you!” 

“But Jamie, you’re drunk. You wouldn’t think so if you weren’t.”

“Then why did I spend all day thinking about you? I-”

“Y/n, Jamie!” Sam’s girlfriend interrupted, barging through the doors, “Sam’s being sick so I guess we’re going to leave. Thanks for coming out tonight, he really appreciated it. And it was wonderful to meet you, y/n! I hope we’ll see you again soon!” 

You said your goodbyes and Jamie asked if you wanted to stay a bit longer or go home, so you told him you wanted to go home. He then asked if you wanted him to walk you- as he knew it was only 10 minutes away- or if you’d rather get a taxi. You told him you’d walk, and he insisted on making sure you got back safely. 

It’s not that you didn’t like Jamie. He was the most wonderful person you think you’ve ever met. But you believed it didn’t think it made sense, you and him, but when his lips were on yours you thought nothing had ever felt so right. You wished you could let go of your past experiences of relationships and romances, as they caused you nothing but pain. You had an ex who used you for your body, you had another ex who you had only dated for a month because he was dared by one of his friends to date you and ever since then you had not even flirted with any guy. You knew Jamie was different, but you were still afraid. 

When you got back to your house, Jamie said he was going to get a taxi to take him back, but you felt bad for what you told him earlier, so you told him not to and invited him in. 

“You could stay if you want,” you smile at him as you shut the door behind yourself, “I mean… I have a sofa, or you could have my bed-”

“No, darling, I couldn’t kick you out of your bedroom. The sofa’s perfect, it’ll take me back to my teenage years.” He laughed.

“Well, I’ll be upstairs then, I’m so tired. There’s blankets over there, the kitchen is through there,” you point to where it is, “and the bathroom is there.” 

“Thank you, good night darling.”

“Good night, Jamie.” You smile as you walk up the stairs. 

As you lie down and try to get some sleep you’re suddenly filled with a great sadness. You felt terrible. Jamie was putting in all this effort, and you were too afraid to let yourself fall again. But then you had an idea. 

02:01 Are you still awake? 

And in seconds you get a reply.

02:01 Yep. But I thought you said you were tired?

You sigh and text him back 

02:02 I was. But it’s too cold up here... 

You thanked the alcohol again for your random bursts of confidence. You smiled when you read his reply

02:02 So you want to cuddle

You replied with a smiley face, and in moments you heard a knock on your bedroom door. 

“Y/n?” He asked from the other side, “can I come in?” 

“Yeah, it isn’t locked.”

As he comes in, you shuffle over, giving him some of your blanket as he lies beside you. You feel his arm come around you and pull you towards him, so your head could rest on his chest. 

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper. 

“For what, my love?” 

“Everything I said earlier. I feel terrible that I can’t trust you. I want to. But… you don't understand, it’s just difficult.”

“I know it’ll take time. Other people have fucked you over before, but I promise you that’s not me, ask anybody. I’m willing to do it, I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust. I’ll wait for as long as you need me to,” he rubs your back as he speaks, “and don’t think I’ve forgotten about our date tomorrow!”

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie you are the love of my life.

[timmymyluv]

nepo baby

dad!timothee pt. 1 

dad! timothee with talented progeny who are just as passionate as their papa in the craft!

was supposed to work on the announced work i had wip like my series but i couldnt resist with this dad timmy blurb i wrote on the spot hope u like it! i missed writing so here it is, something short, and sweet. 

dad!timothee chalamet x reader

warning(s): none, just sickening fluff

word count: 453 words

“You’re sure you still wanna do this, bub?”

“Yes, more than anything!”

You watched your daughter in her curls so like her father neatly braided in twin pigtails, with the same hooded hazel eyes and smile you love so well. As she sits in the makeup chair, receiving a pep talk from her professional actor father, you can’t help but smile at how alike they are.

Timothee has been on the same board as you in keeping your children out of the spotlight, her older brother Laurence, Vivienne and her younger twin siblings Nathaniel and Juliet.  Yet you both could not resist little Vivienne’s pleas and begs to give her a chance to work with the casting agent who asked if she wanted to be an actress, just like her parents.

“Wanna run your lines again, sweets?” Timothee asks, script in hand with highlights and annotations not only for his part but for his daughter’s lines too.

Viv shakes her head confidently, raising her chin to the air as she puts her arms to her sides with a toothy grin.

“I know my lines over and over again, papa. You and I went over this many, many times - I won’t forget.” Brushing away the stray curls in front of her face, you had no doubts that she picked up her acting chops from her father. If your first born Laurence had a penchant for fashion, picking up the subtleties in fabrics and silhouettes early on, and being a child model from baby and toddler fashion campaigns, Viv was for the thespian world.

Kissing Nathaniel’s fine hair on the forehead as he happily bounced in front of your chest with a baby sling while Jules was passed out in the dual carrier, you felt your heart warm with fondness at your little family.

“Doing alright, darling?” Timmy comes from behind you, resting a comforting palm on your shoulder as he pecks your nose, earning a giggle from you.

“Better than ever, mon ange.” You kiss him quickly on the lips, before he reaches down to play with the little boy strapped to your chest, playing peek-a-boo with him excitedly.

From the corner of your eye, you see Greta, heavy in her director mode, giving careful directions to your daughter for her first scene, paying attention to every word given to her on the emotions she wants, just like how they’d rehearsed.

Seeing father and daughter saunter off, in character and deeply immersed in their scripts and lines like its second nature, you knew Hollywood had a heck of an acting dynasty coming up.  Even precocious in her young age, Vivienne was a serious actress with a bright future ahead of her in the industry.

#timothee chalamet imagines #timothee chalamet one shot #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet fanfic #timothee chalamet #timmy x reader #timothee chalamet fluff #celebrity fluff #celebrity imagines #timothee chalamet scenarios #timmy chalamet #dad!timothee #dad!timothee imagines

[hamlets-ak]

apricity ༊*·˚

༘♡ you’ll remember me in the morning, and you’ll come to me, and you’ll tell me about us, and we’ll start over

it’s been two years since you and timothée broke up but with a kid in the middle nostalgia is all over the air

It had been two years and life kept going without him.

With time, you came to accept your new reality and the fact that you weren’t going to be the same as you once were.

But there were some days when nostalgia covered your heart like dark clouds stretching in the bright blue sky. Days, you remembered tangled hands, flushed cheeks, silent stares and warm smiles. Days you prayed to last forever.

You missed everything. 

Whenever you were together, you were glowing. Everyone seemed to notice how brighter you looked, your hair, your eyes, your smiles. There were only sunny days for you, summer and spring anywhere you looked as if the other was giving you life. 

You were in love. You could feel it and so did everyone around you. No one had ever seen you like that, so carefree, so light, so happy, so warm, so close to someone.

You used to be inseparable; four arms, four legs, no faces for the world to see because you were always too busy looking at the other, blind for your surroundings.

But the day that everything ended, you had never felt him more far away.

Your heart broke and with it promises, dreams and hopes for a future that never came.

You remembered your voice barely coming out, with eyes red, all welled up and swollen, trying to explain to him that you loved him but you couldn’t go on like this. Timothée had to be away for days, weeks, months, and then he returned for a few months before he had to leave again. It wasn’t good for Marc to live in the eye of this craziness. Your kid needed his father and you needed him as well.

Your love had slowly turned into a one-sided contract. You had to give in order to receive. And you did. You changed your city to be with him, changed your job, left your parents behind and a whole life you had been building for years, only to spend more time apart than together. 

You remembered him standing there, right in front of you, with cheeks red, once swelling with happiness, suddenly swelling with tears, shaky hands and chattering teeth, trying to understand you and promising that this would change.

But you were irrevocable and very very tired.

The years passed by and Marc turned four. He vaguely remembered the two of you together apart from birthdays you’d plan together, photographs in old albums and stories his grandparents and other members of the family would tell him.

He never really had a problem with you living separately, until some kids pointed that out and he was curious to know why you weren’t living in the same house, why he couldn’t have both of you, why, when you used to be so happy, so in love. What changed?

You talked with Timothée about this and decided not to tell him anything. He was too young to understand. Maybe when he got older, you could have this conversation.

But Marc was stubborn - that he had taken from you, and wouldn’t stop asking questions. You decided to do something about it to soothe him and let him know that maybe you and his father lived separately but when it involved him you were together.

Tim came by your house every second Friday and he stayed to spend some time together, the three of you before taking Marc for the weekend - since Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays were his days. It was surreal at first, thankfully not as awkward as you expected, but you got used to it.

Truth was that you missed him and you felt painfully guilty every now and then, thinking of how things could’ve evolved between you.  A tiny knife was twisting in your heart, slowly and bitterly, whispering with every twist words of nostalgia, telling you that you could’ve made it in the end and that you could’ve been like that every single day - only if you had been a little more patient and your ego hadn’t ruined everything.

Every time you looked at him, he was feeding your fantasy and the deepest spark of hope of ending up together eventually. But you had accepted that it wasn’t going to happen.

It was damn hope that was breaking him as well. If you missed him once, he missed you ten times more.

You left such an imprint on his heart, it was hard for him to ignore it and pretend it never existed. He looked for you everywhere, in all of his favourite places, in every person he met, trying to find your similarities and your differences. But no one’s love was like yours. Everyone was too sour, too rotten, too bitter.

He wanted you.

Two years in and he had completely lost himself in the past. The desire to turn the past into the present was boiling more and more each time he saw you. He wanted everything with you; happiness, elation, impatient expectancy, worry, idyllic calm, wrath, anger, despair, hurt, all those emotions, pure or ugly, the good and all bad counterparts, he wanted them with you.

Life went on.

It was winter, January, the weather harsh with biting cold ready to freeze off any uncovered parts. It was snowing after many years.

Down at the street, you looked like dark blurs against the backdrop of white.

It was the first time Marc saw snow and he wanted to go out and play one last time before falling asleep. You wouldn’t let him this late at night awake but you and Timothée also wanted to see it before everything melted the next morning.

« I don’t want to put this on! », Marc whined, running away, hopping over ice ridges and kicking up the powdery snow under the faint, golden rays of square streetlights.

« Ah, got you! », Timothée managed to pick him up after so much running. The boy tried to jump off his grasp while laughing uncontrollably as his father rubbed his nose against his and smeared kisses all over his face. «Stubborn little monkey. »

« Marcy, » you breathed out exhausted from all the chasing, holding his scarf, beanie and gloves. « Please, put them on, baby. »

« Ah, why? », he threw his head back on his father as you crouched in front of him.

« Why? », you asked in fake surprise, patiently swirling the scarf around him, one, two, three loops until his neck was completely covered and a part of his mouth as well, muffling his protests and laughs. « Because I want you to be warm… and healthy… », you cupped his cheeks and gave him a kiss. « With ears… » He giggled when you put on his beanie and adjusted it.

Timothée smiled sweetly at you.

He remembered how scared you were when you first found out that you were pregnant and how many nights he stayed awake and tried to soothe your tears, reassuring you that you were going to be a great mother. You had many doubts but he had none.

It turned out, he was right. In fact, « great » was an understatement.

Very few parents would be as patient and caring as you. Timothée watched you crouched in front of Marc trying to reach his height, taking his hands on yours and putting his gloves on while explaining to him that you wanted him strong and healthy so that he’d be able to run, and play, and do all the things he loved so much. Even when he threw the beanie off his head and ran away you didn’t raise your tone to yell at him just let out a hushed chuckle.

« Never gonna get me! Never gonna win! »

« Please, make him wear it, » you smiled with a painful grimace at Timothée who looked at you for a moment, eyes observing the way you shook away the snow from the cloth before passing it to him.

« Oh, don’t worry. »

« I don’t. » A boyish grin appeared on his lips.

« Dad! », Marc stopped for a second, waiting for him to chase him.

« Oh, I’m coming! I’m gonna get you! », Tim said loud enough for Marc to leave a small scream and keep running. Timothée followed him quickly, jumping into frozen caps of snow. « I’m gonna get you! », he cried and Marc burst out in laughter, giving him small glances on top of his shoulder.

You chuckled watching them chase one another, tossing small snowballs and slipping in the snow every now and then, until Tim caught up to him, caging him in his embrace and wore the beanie on his head, sliding it down until it reached his nose. Marc giggled deliriously as Timothée nudged him and tickled him, their laughter sounding louder and louder through the night, bringing warmth to your heart. He eventually helped him adjust his hat better.

« It scratches! », Marc whined again.

« So stubborn! », Tim nudged his side again.

« Dad! Stop! », he laughed. His feet slipped suddenly, and Timothée tried to catch him but Marc pulled him to the plush hills of snow. He climbed then on top of him, out of breath, letting out a victorious howl. « Surender? », Timothée huffed, before raising his hands up and nodding eagerly.

« Boys, y’alright? », you asked with furrowed brows a bit concerned.

« Mum! Mum! I won! », Marc smiled at you, as you slowly approached them.

Marc tented his hand for you to take but when you gave it to him, he pulled you down just like he did with his father.

« Y’alright? », Tim turned to you.

« I’m alright, » you muttered behind your teeth while trying to get up. Marc’s laughter was loud and clear in the back. « But this little monkey won’t be if I catch him. » He let out a yelp and quickly made his way back to the house, tossing snow out of his path.

« Let me help you, » you gave Tim your hand once you stood up. He looked at it for a second. « Don’t be so suspicious, » a smile appeared on your lips when you saw him chuckling. You rolled your eyes and looked away but as you were about to take your hand back he grabbed it and pulled you down right next to him.

« Ah! Like father, like son! » He laughed.

« Looks like he took something from me after all. »

« Something? Tim, he looks just like you. » He grinned proudly at your words and you nodded eagerly. « It’s cunning. »

« And he has my mischievousness. » You smiled. « But he’s a good kid. » You looked at him for a moment before your stare fell down. The situation was tragicomic, it deserved a bitter smile.

« Yeah, he is, » you muttered.

Those little moments you spent together reminded you of how much you missed being next to him. You didn’t even have to talk, just sit in silence. It was painful knowing you’d never feel like that again without a hint of hurt.

Timothée furrowed his brows, his eyes following you as you got up, and, this time without offering your hand, headed to the house.

He ran behind you, the sound of his boots sinking into the smooth surface making you smile. You turned to wait for him and once he was next to you, he playfully touched the back of your neck with his bare hand. A long gasp escaped your mouth as your back arched, the cold transferring goosebumps down your spine. You pushed him away, mumbling all sorts of curses as he joined you inside laughing.

« Hands? », you pointed at Marc who was bringing a pile of toys to the living room. Timothée checked on his watch the time and it was too late. 

« Washed ‘em! »

« You sure? », you raised a brow.

« I washed them, smell, » he raised one hand for you to see which caused some toys to fall to the ground. Marc groaned.

« I trust you, love. »

Tim grasped some of the toys from his hug to help him as you picked up the rest from the ground.

« Where are you going with all of these, baby? It’s time for bed. »

« But I’m not sleepy, dad... » You left the toys on top of the living room table.

« You need to rest, you know what time it is? », Timothée rubbed his shoulder gently. Marc looked at him pleadingly.

« I wanna stay and play with you... »

« But we’re gonna sleep too, » Tim said. « We’ll put you to bed and then we’ll sleep because we’re very tired. »

« No, I wanna stay with you... »

« Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do, » you said taking his hand in yours. « We’ll leave all the toys here and you’ll go to bed now- »

« No, please, mum, » he squeezed your palm. You knelt down to his level.

« Just listen, I’m making a suggestion, » you said and Tim just couldn’t hold on to his smile. « The later you sleep the less energy you’ll have in the morning and you won’t be able to play as much. So, what we’re gonna do is leave everything here and in the morning you can play for as long as you want. » Marc breathed out and reluctantly nodded.

« Will you wake me up early? », he mumbled raising his hands for Timothée to take him in his arms. He did so pressing a kiss on his cheek as Marc failed to suppress a yawn.

« Of course I will, » you ruffled his hair.

« Promise? »

« Yeah. »

« Swear to God? » You chuckled.

« Yeah, swear to God. »

« Hope to die? »

« Hope to die. » He smiled sleepily, letting his head fall on his father’s shoulder as you headed into his bedroom.

You leaned against the doorframe as Tim put him to his bed.

« Tuck me in, please? », he murmured.

« Always. » Tim pulled the covers around him, before holding his hair back to press a kiss on his forehead. You walked closer and leaned on top of his bed to kiss his cheek for good night. 

« Good night, baby. »

« Love you, monkey. »

« Love you too, dad, » his hand wrapped around yours for a moment.« Stay till I fall asleep? » You nodded in return.

You stayed in silence for a few minutes, watching Marc slowly close his eyes. He was sprawled out on his tummy, nose pressed on the side of the pillow, nostrils flaring, releasing small snores from his mouth.

A grin appeared on your lips and you turned to Tim who smiled at you.

« I love looking at him when he’s sleeping, » you whispered. « He reminds me of when he was a baby. Remember? »

Timothée was staring at you while you were looking at Marc, pushing gently curls out of his eyes. He had forgotten how it felt to be loved by you but he could see it in Marc, the most delicate and pure kind of love. 

Every time he watched how much you loved your son and cared about him, it reminded him of why he had fallen in love with you in the first place. He fell for you because you cared about the ones you loved and your love reflected on them, that’s why he was glowing every time he was with you. And he had missed that glow and you that was causing it.

You could feel his gaze on you so you turned to him.

« I remember, » he said softly. « And I miss everything... » Your eyes stayed on him for a moment. « Is it too late? » 

The next morning, you had breakfast in a strange silence, only Marc talking and you softly smiling and nodding at whatever he was saying. You avoided Timothée’s eyes and he preferred to look at his plate, which Marc found weird and exchanged glances between the two of you trying to find out what had happened all of a sudden.

« Alright, » you kissed Marc’s forehead as he put on his seatbelt in the back of Timothée’s car. « Have fun with dad. »

« Bye, mum! », Marc waved his hand.

« Bye, I’m gonna miss you, kid, » you said and closed the car door. He pouted his lips and placed his palm on the window. You placed your hand on top of his for a moment before turning to Tim.

« Okay, drive safe. » He was biting his lips clearly troubled by your last night’s conversation. « We’re good, Timothée, » you meant to reassure him that everything was fine but he just motioned to your house.

« I’ll walk you to the door, » he said, following beside you with hands buried in his pockets. Your mind was blurry, couldn’t really think anything, just waited for him to take back everything he said, to tell you that he got carried away by nostalgia and it was just a delirium. 

You wrapped your arms around you as he lingered on the doorframe.

« About last night, » he looked at you. You shook your head dismissively, facing the ground, not being able to hold his gaze.

« We’re good, Timothée, truly- »

« No, euh… », you raised your stare at him. He breathed out thinking of how to say what he wanted to say. But it was your time to speak and you had only one question to make. 

« Did you mean it? »

« Every word. »

Your eyes fell down again but you could feel him staring at you, waiting for something more.

« Alright, » you said, scratching your head. « Euh... drive safe. » He stood better, taking a step back.

« Hey, euh... Do you wanna go out sometime? »

« Sure, when Marc- »

« No, no, » he shook his head quickly. « Go out like... just us. properly. Like on a date. » You raised your brows in surprise. You just stared at each other for a moment.

« No flowers. »

« Got it, » Tim said moving back, biting his lips so he could stop smiling. « Okay, bye. »

« Drive safe. »

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Brownie

"My Little Cocoa Bean" series

Summary: A stray pup finds his fur-ever home with the Wonka family. Ben/Bean is 7, and Charlotte/Charlie is 3.

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If the weekend weather was favorable, the Wonka family could be found in the park. Today was no exception. The four of you were walking down a gravel pathway, Willy walking backward so he could talk to you, Ben, and Charlotte about his latest invention. Ever the animated talker, he was using his hands and jumping around until a shrill yelp startled him as he stepped down near a bush.

"Did that bush just...yelp?" you asked curiously and held the children back from investigating. Willy got down on all fours to peer under the limbs. There, he spied a little brown furball cowering by the trunk.

"Well, hello there, little fella. Did I accidentally step on your tail? I'm sorry," he cooed. Willy reached into the bush and pulled a trembling puppy to his chest. He sat back on his feet so the family could see and was instantly crowded by Ben and Charlotte, who wanted a better look at the tiny animal.

"A puppy!" Charlotte cheered. You chided her to lower her voice so as to not frighten him further.

"Can we keep him?" Ben pleaded as he scratched under the pup's chin.

Willy didn't say anything, but he looked up at you with the same doe eyes and pouty lip as your children. Real helpful, dear, you thought.

"We really ought to make sure he doesn't belong to someone else first. But we can keep him safe in the meantime," you replied. "When we get back to town, we'll put up a notice in the square for a week. If nobody comes for him, then he can stay with us for good."

Willy stood and handed the pup to you, and of course you fell in love immediately, especially when he snuggled up to your chest. While you had to put up a responsible front, you secretly hoped that nobody would claim him. He was adorable, with one flopped ear and patches of white on his chest and feet. He looked like he had been dipped in chocolate - a perfect fit for your family.

You all took turns holding the puppy on your route home, first making a detour by the bulletin board in the downtown square. He scurried under the sofa when you first arrived at the house but quickly warmed up to Ben and Charlotte. He even licked the girl's face when she hung down from the couch to peer underneath. Her giggles eventually drew him out to play. The kids took great delight in watching him explore the house.

"I think we should name him..." Ben started to say. You quickly interrupted.

"No, no names until he's officially ours. Otherwise, you'll get attached." Too late, you thought to yourself. You knelt down to make eye contact with both of your children. "Now, I need you to understand that taking care of an animal is a big responsibility. He's more than just a toy to play with. He will be completely dependent on us for food, water, and clean bedding. The two of you will have to pick up after him, even if he's only with us for a little while."

"Charlie and I can handle it!" Ben piped up.

"Yeah!" Charlotte agreed.

"Great. I'm going to hold you to that. Now, let's see what we can find for him to eat." You stood and walked to the kitchen. You looked through the cabinets and refrigerator before deciding to mash up last night's leftovers and soften it up with some milk. The pup scarfed it down like he hadn't eaten in days. This brought on a new burst of energy, so the children took him outside to run off his zoomies (and theirs).

Willy made lunch while you kept an eye on the trio and joined in on their game of chase. He called you all in once the food was ready. The pup quickly learned that Charlotte was the one most likely to drop crumbs, both intentionally and unintentionally, so he settled beneath her chair. You were amazed when there was nothing to sweep up after the meal was done.

The kids took the puppy to the playroom while you and Willy cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes. You heard giggling, talking, and sounds of toys clanking for a little bit, but then everything grew quiet. You looked over at Willy who had picked up on it, too. It wasn't unusual for Ben to be quiet. But Charlotte? Both of you were wary. Willy smirked. "Go check it out. I'll finish up here," he said.

You dried your hands and made your way to the playroom. You put your ear to the door but still heard nothing. You quietly opened it and drew on all your strength not to squeal over the cuteness.

Ben was leaning against the wall asleep, head lolled to the side. Charlotte looked like she passed out on the rug mid-play. The puppy was laying on his belly between the two of them, eyes closed and all four legs stretched out in a sploot. It was a precious sight.

Willy came up behind you, set a hand on your hip and his chin on your head. He took in the scene and quietly chuckled. "They sat still too long," he whispered. The pup's ears twitched at his voice, but sensing no threat, he quickly dozed back off. You gently pulled the door to so they could continue to nap in peace.

Ben awoke before Charlotte about half an hour later and snuck out of the playroom with the puppy. He found you and Willy in the study.

"Hey, Bean. Sleep well?" Willy looked up from his newspaper and teased. Ben narrowed his eyes at his father in jest before turning his focus back to the puppy in his arms. He had declared years earlier that he was too old for naps now.

"Can you take the pup outside so he can stretch and take care of business?" you asked. He nodded and made his way to the back door. With the fenced-in back yard, you were comfortable letting your son learn responsibility and take care of this task on his own.

Then you heard Charlotte cry. Willy was up and out of the room before you could even react. His long legs made quicker work of getting across the house anyway.

Willy opened the playroom door to find Charlotte sitting up on the rug. She looked disoriented, looking around wildly with her tangled hair and tear-streaked face. Willy sat down beside the girl and scooped her up into his lap.

"Shhh, baby girl. I've got you. What's wrong?" he asked while rocking her.

Sobs wracked her tiny body. "The puppy is gone! Someone t-took h-him h-home!"

"Oh, no, Charlie. He's just outside with your brother. He woke up before you."

"Pwomise?"

"I pinky promise. And that's the most solemn vow there is!" He held up his pinky for Charlotte to link with hers, then kissed her on the head. "Come on, I'll take you outside to show you."

Willy reappeared briefly in the study with Charlotte on his hip. She laid her forehead in the crook of his neck and occasionally took shuddered breath as she calmed down. "I'm going to take her outside to see the puppy."

Ah, she must have been upset about the dog. She will be devastated if someone does claim him. But doing what is right isn't always easy, you reminded yourself. Soon, you heard the girl's cheerful laughter ringing throughout the yard. All was right in her world again.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. You started dinner and called your family inside when the food was ready. The dog took up his previous station under Charlotte's chair, but this time you also provided him with his own bowls of food and water on the floor.

"I'll stop by the store on my way home tomorrow for some supplies and food for him," Willy offered. "I'll also ask around if anyone is missing a pup." Ben and Charlotte both pouted. You and Willy exchanged knowing looks.

The family finished up dinner in relative silence and set about their nightly routines to get ready for bed.

"Where will he sleep tonight?" Ben asked as he rubbed the pup's belly.

"We'll set up a box for him in the kitchen with a warm blanket," you replied.

"The kitchen?" Willy asked.

"Well, yes. That way if he makes a mess it's easier to clean up. Why?"

"No, that makes sense. I...I just think he may get a little lonely is all."

"I think some separation will be good so we don't get too attached. Not yet," you replied, mainly for your own benefit.

Willy kissed you on the forehead. "Always the voice of reason. Alright kids, time to brush teeth and go to bed. Bean, you get to pick the story tonight." His voice faded as he herded the children down the hallway.

You dug out a wooden crate out of the storage room and placed a cozy blanket inside. You picked up the pup, gave him a snuggle and a good scratch behind the ears, and laid him in the crate. You gently pet him on the head until his eyes closed, then off you went to bed.

A couple of hours later, you were awakened by pitiful whimpering. You laid in bed for a few moments in hopes that the puppy would settle on his own, but you had no such luck. You grumbled as you sat up. *Just like taking care of a baby again.*

You put on your robe and tiptoed to the kitchen so as to not wake the others. Upon turning on the light, you saw the pup looking up at you, wagging his tail and whining.

"Hey there. What's all this about, hmm?" Gently you picked him up and he licked your face in return. You suspected he was just lonesome, but you went through a mental list of all his other potential needs as well. First was a trip outside in case he needed to potty. He romped around and barked, bowing at you to get you to play.

You tsked at him. "Shh, no, this is not time for play. Go take care of your business." The pup conceded, though he got distracted a few times by sniffing around the yard. You brought him back inside and set him up with a little more soft food and water in the crate. After a few reassuring pets, you stood to exit the kitchen and go back to bed.

He instantly took up whimpering again.

"Now, now, shhh. Let's not wake the family." You sat back down by the crate and encouraged him to lay down, fluffing up the blanket around him. You got back up once you thought he was settled again, just to be rewarded with more whimpering. So you sat down again with a huff.

<about three hours later>

Willy shuffled into the kitchen in his pajamas when he discovered you were no longer in bed. He stifled a laugh when he found you in a similar state to your son earlier in the playroom.

You had fallen asleep sitting up against the kitchen cabinet beside the crate with your head lolled to the side. The puppy was asleep, too...

...in your lap.

"Separation, huh?" he playfully mocked. "She's going to be sore in the morning if she stays like that," he muttered to himself. He knelt down and gently shook your shoulder.

"Hey, my sweet. Wake up."

You blinked and squinted in response to the kitchen light you had left on. You looked around then down in your lap at the sleeping furball. You realized you caved and coddled him out of desperation.

"He finally fell asleep. The poor dear was whimpering pitifully. I gave him food and water, even let him outside, but he would whine anytime I stood to leave. You were right. He got lonely."

"He might just be sad that dogs can't have chocolate," Willy said with a deadpan face and serious tone. You cut your eyes at him and tried to act surly, as this was no time to joke, but you couldn't help but laugh softly. He broke out into a childish grin.

"I've never slept well on the first night in a new place," he continued. "Especially if it was too quiet. There was always background noise on the ship." You could tell an idea struck him when his face lit up. "I'll be right back!"

Willy scurried out of the room and returned just as quickly with a wind-up clock in hand. "I read about this once," he said with hushed excitement as he sat down in front of you and the crate. "You place it near their bed at night to comfort them. The rhythm reminds them of...of their mother's heartbeat." His excitement dimmed as he looked down at the pup, though you knew his thoughts were elsewhere. You leaned forward to squeeze his hand.

"Do you think we should bring his crate to our room?" you asked hesitantly after a few moments.

Willy nodded fervently. "He is just a baby, after all. We kept our other babies close at first."

"Willy. He's not a *human* baby. And he's not ours. Not yet."

"Maybe not. But will it hurt to treat him like family while he's here?" he asked with a pout.

"It may hurt us later if he has to leave."

"True, but we will cross that bridge if it gets here. Make the most of now. Besides, you risk closing yourself off from the world entirely if you avoid attachments to anyone or anything that may leave."

"So wise at two in the morning," you chuckled and shook your head.

"I have my moments." He smiled as he carefully picked the puppy up from your lap and offered his hand to help you up. You picked up the crate and clock and returned to your room. You sank into your bed with a sigh as Willy got the pup settled in the crate on his side. Ever the doting father, you thought happily. Soon, everyone was asleep again.

The days went by and you only received one inquiry about the pup. Sadly for them, the description of their missing dog didn't match, but it was difficult to keep the joy out of your voice. He quickly became embedded in your daily routine, as if he had been part of the family all along. He was Charlotte's shadow by day and Ben's in the evening when he returned home. Once the children went to bed, he would lay his head on your lap as you and Willy cozied up by the fire. You counted down the days until you could claim the pup. It would break your heart to see him go now, especially now that he was letting you sleep through the night again.

<one week after the walk in the park>

You and Willy called the children to the study. "Alright, kids. The puppy is officially ours! Now we can name him," you announced excitedly. Ben and Charlotte jumped up and down while the pup bounced around and barked.

"Anything but Tiddles, please," Willy supplied.

"Well, I think he looks like he's dipped in chocolate, but Fondue just doesn't sound right," you replied. "Maybe Biscuit, like the storybooks?"

"What about Brownie?" Ben asked and looked around at everyone. The puppy barked. "I think he likes it!"

"Bwowneeeeeee!" Charlotte squealed.

"That has a nice ring to it," Willy agreed as he pulled a collar out of his pocket and placed it around the puppy's neck. "Welcome to the family, Brownie!"

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[what-gs-watching]

“You see I'm something of a magician, inventor, and chocolate maker…”

So my dad and I do this thing where we like to go see a movie on Christmas day. We’ve been doing it for years, popping in for whatever we felt like while everyone else took a nap. It’s one of my favorite things, seeing a movie with my daddy-o, but I haven’t been home in a long time. 

This year he let me pick but he wasn’t particularly interested in anything and like the weirdo I am I suggested Wonka, because apparently this year I’m all about origin stories.

Wherein, we see a young Willy Wonka set out to build his chocolate empire with help from some friends, and resistance from enemies. 

My dad swears up and down he’s never seen Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which I’m pretty sure is impossible? Even if he doesn’t super duper remember it, he has to have seen enough of it over the years. I mean, it’s a staple of popular culture. I spent most of the morning trying to convince him he’d seen it, and then when he insisted I gave him a patented ‘what g’s watching’ overview before we went to the theater.

While we were sitting through a preview for the Color Purple he declared that he didn’t like movies with musical numbers in them, and I choked on my popcorn and told him “welp, this movie definitely has musical numbers…” but it was too late to back out. I’ll remember that for next time, though. He’s a good sport, my daddy.

Here’s my thing y’all - the movie was super cute. Like, really really cute. And I can’t lie, I was missing the darkness. Like, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is properly dark when you really look at it - Wonka is slightly unhinged and some of it is honestly too much for kids. That scene when they’re traveling through the chocolate river? Jesus. The song lyrics, the colors, the way his voice gets higher and more dangerous and everything just CRESCENDOS. Absolute creeping sense of unease. And I love it. 

ButI didn’t really get that from Wonka. Yes, some of it had some dark themes - he’s tricked into indentured servitude because he doesn’t read the fine print, and his chocolatier competitors basically bribe the police captain to murder him, and they almost kind of maybe drown in a vat full of chocolate, sure, but it never felt properly dark. 

Maybe I shouldn’t compare the two, but Wonka is a little bit of a twisted guy later on, and I didn’t get any of that character development out of this. Timothee Chalamet played him too happy, and maybe that’s what they were looking for, but I definitely wanted a bit more. Chalamet was cute and fun and carefree, and it was fine. But I just needed some of that creep. 

It’s perfect for kids. Like, I’d let smaller ones watch it and then when they got a bit older they could watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but for me, it just wasn’t connected enough.

It is fun though, if you need a hit of something silly and visually stunning and imaginative. And it had Hugh Grant as an Oompa Loompa! Which is so ridiculous and charming, somehow. And some catchy-ish musical numbers. But you won’t really get a whiff of what makes Gene Wilder’s Willy Wonka the way he is, and that is a straight up shame. It’s honestly a wasted opportunity. 

So I’ve seen one origin story lately that was a touch too severe, and one origin story that was a bit too sugary sweet. Maybe eventually, we’ll find that sweet spot...

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[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

dating kylie would literally make timothee a step dad😭😭i rlly doubt it tbh

Lol, wouldn't that be hilarious? So many have been dreaming hes a step-dad to Armie's kids for years now. Imagine being right but being oh so wrong 🤪

[cherienymphe]

I'm not invested in Timmy and Kylie's relationship but I do wish to know how did they meet? How did they end together? Is it like a serious relationship? Do they just hook up? Is stormi calling him dad?😭

It's very interesting to me because of all the people I would have imagined him with, never in a million years I would have thought about Kylie

These are timothee's previous gfs + hookups. Kylie is absolutely his type in both looks and personality 😭

With that being said though, he's not typically her type but while there is some divide in their social circles, they're not that far removed from one another so them meeting through friends doesn't seem far fetched. They both like Beyoncé though so there's that! Also Timmy being the dad who stepped up is hilarious

#asks