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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 months

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Food for thought*

Timmy!Wonka x reader

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Promt: he can't get enough of dinner, they can't get enough of each other.

*- boy howdy this is spicy

Tags: @hotchaosemporium thanks for the pre read 😘

Also I added this from my phone instead of my laptop so if the spacing is weird that's why

Song: sweetest pie by Dua lipa

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i smiled when i heard the front door creak open of our old house. it had seemed like such a long day. but he was finally home. so it didnt have to feel that way anymore

"y/n?"

he called out.

"in here."

i yelled back, stirring the pot in front of me.

"something smells good."

he mentioned as he stepped through the doorway of our tiny kitchen. it seemed even tinier with his shelves of ingredients lining the walls, the two-person table being the only surface uncovered.

"i made dinner. i hope you like it."

he hummed in content as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"looks good too."

he commented, and i could feel him smile as he placed a gentle kiss against my neck.

"roasted quail with garlic potatoes and sauteed green beans. and a little something for desert but youll have to wait for that. its still baking."

he groaned and squeezed me tightly to him.

"that sounds amazing! after the day ive had i am starving."

I just kept pushing the green beans around in the butter.

"Here, taste."

I scooped one out, pinched it between my fingers and held it up to him. I watched him intently as he bit it slowly. He moaned, rolling his eyes as he bit the rest out of my hand.

"Absolutely amazing."

God he was beautiful. How did I get so lucky.

"Then I think it might be ready."

I pulled away from him and turned the stove off, grabbing plates down from the cabinet.

"I think you might be right."

He said picking another bean out of the pan and crunching on it.

"Here before you burn yourself."

I laughed, handing him the plate and he gave me a playful smile.

"I just can't help it."

He stated, going for another one.

"Willy!"

I called, handing him a fork.

"No!"

He protested, laughing as he shoved it in his mouth.

"Fine, if you won't listen and not burn yourself I'll just have to do it for you."

I stabbed a potato with my fork and offered it to him. He leaned forward and bit into it, his lips wrapping around it as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"What did I do to deserve such a wonderful chef as yourself."

He complimented as he pulled me to him, taking the rest of the potato into his mouth. I swallowed hard, watching him intently.

"Sometimes I ask myself the same question."

Then to my surprise he took the fork from me, placing it on the counter.

"Dinner can wait."

He said, kissing me deeply. I could feel the heat rising in my body as he gripped my waist.

"Delicious."

I said, giggling as he pulled away. He tasted like garlic now. He smirked at me.

"Yes you are."

He said lowly, pushing me towards the table. When my back hit it he lifted me on top of it before yanking his silk scarf off. I watched his Adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed, leaning down and kissing me harshly.

"Will-"

I moaned into his mouth as he pushed his hips into mine, cutting me off as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ground his hips into mine and I could feel him getting harder. As he kissed me I reached up and started unbuttoning his vest, pulling it down his arms before going back and doing the same to his shirt.

"God I love you."

He panted, reaching for the hem of my dress and lifting it above my legs so it was sitting on my waist.

"I love you too."

I said, pulling his lips to mine, pushing his trousers down in one swift motion. As we kissed I could feel him unlacing my dress, the cold air hitting my chest as part of it fell down my shoulder.

"I need to taste you."

He said breathily, dropping to his knees. I leaned back, lifting one leg over his shoulder. A shiver ran down my spine as his warm breath brushed over my thighs. In a moment his mouth was on me, licking a stripe up my folds. My hand immediately found home in his soft brown curls, lifting my leg higher as he sucked against my clit.

"Please."

I whined, feeling him moan into me, circling his tongue against my clit. Then he added one finger, pushing into me. Then another, pumping slowly as he sucked and bit at me. I dropped my head back.

"Will-"

I gasped out, my legs shaking against him, dragginf my heel up and into his shoulder blade. He licked at me a few times before standing up, his eyes glossed over and spit dripping down his chin.

"Gorgeous."

He breathed out, kissing me harshly. He moaned into me as he pushed his hips to mine. I could feel his rock hard cock against my folds and scooted my hips closer.

"I need you."

I whined, reaching down and grabbing him, dragging his head between my folds. He squeezed my thigh and pushed into me. I gasped, my head dropping back as he filled me. He took that as a sign and started kissing and sucking against my neck. He hummed against me as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Right there."

I sighed, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing him deeper. He let out a whiney moan as I scraped my nails down his back lightly.

"Fuck."

He gasped, picking up his pace, slamming his hips into mine. I held onto him tightly as he began to pound into me. I could feel the knot in my stomach. He kissed down my neck again, pulling one hand up to toy with my exposed nipple. I moaned loudly as he pinched it, rolling it between his fingers.

"Keep going!"

I moaned out, rocking my hips against his.

"Lay back."

He instructed, helping me against the table. He pulled my dress up more before reaching forward and kneading my breast.

"So beautiful for me."

He said, digging his fingertips into my hip as he picked up the pace. I watched him intently as he let go of my breast, sucking his thumb before reaching down and circling my clit. I arched my back against him as my orgasm ran through my body. My legs were quivering and he continued rubbing my clit.

"One more. I believe in you."

He said softly, his pace losing its rhythm.

"Oh my God."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I clenched around him, reaching down and grabbing his wrist to make him stop. I could feel him cum inside me with that motion as I released a second time. His pace slowed and all I could hear was both of our heavy breathing, my heart pounding in my ears. It took me a moment before coming back to reality. He was hunched over me, sweat dripping off his curls and onto my chest. I could feel him softening in me, both of our cum dripping onto the table as he pulled out.

"Let's eat dinner so we can do that again."

He panted and I laughed, sitting upright and kissing him. He smiled against me as I pulled away.

"I could stand to go another round. Before desert."

His eyes lit up and he smirked at me.

"Believe me darling, we won't make it to desert."

#willy wonka x reader #wonka x reader #wattpad #imagines #x reader #one shots #smut

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lexirosewrites · 2 days

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Something something omegaverse singing competition au where Steve (omega) is a contestant on a singing competition show similar to The Voice where each singer gets chosen by an all-star judge to be on their team. He's kinda shy and doesn't have much stage presence. Enter Eddie, rockstar extraordinaire (alpha) who spins his little chair around for Steve at the sound of his voice (sun soaked gravel perhaps?) and is hit like a truck by how pretty he is. They start working together, Steve gets more confident on stage and crowd working, while also finding his own unique sound that leans a little heavier/grungier than his appearance suggests. Maybe he wears pastel colored mini skirts or short dresses while performing? Eddie is ofc barely holding back this entire time bc he's chomping at the bit to claim him before anyone else can. Billy or Timmy are good candidates for competition as live interests (not seriously to Steve, they just think they're the good shit and maybe there's an interaction where Eddie gets all protective😌) They're slowly falling more and more in love with each other as time goes on and they build trust. Steve makes it to the finale, wins, and then they fuck nasty about it afterwards bc they deserve it. A top star couple that dominates the industry producing record breaking albums together and separately, while also having a family. They tour together and everything. Kiss kiss, fall in love, the end.

I love all of it! You guys can pry famous Eddie AUs from my cold dead hands. And cute omega Steve who gains confidence and learns to be himself on stage and falls in love too? Immaculate!

OHSHC reference at the end there hehe

#slick Sunday #steddie #steddie omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #steddie ficlet #omegaverse #a/b/o #my asks #anon asks

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http-alexademie · 1 year

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Bonjour🫧

vanityfair

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vanityfair If the future of Hollywood is in the hands of Oscar nominee y/f/n, then it’s a very bright future ahead!! Young Hollywood actress Miss y/f/n is now a two time Oscar nominee, whom not only are we rooting for but are also very excited to see what she will be wearing at this years ceremony!

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y/nfan101 istg if she doesn’t win this year then the oscar’s are officially rigged

y/i/nfan69 my queen better not get robbed of this award again

randomfan5 boring.

timmyfan2 i am praying her and timmy go together

y/nfan777 same, my life will be complete 😃

timotheefan56 not even a big fan of y/n but i’m low-key rooting for her

y/nfan90 let’s talk abt how hot she looks…

y/nfan25 fr like vanity fair rlly knows what their doing

randomfan00 i have never seen this women in my life but she is fineee

y/i/nfan7 i’m in love with her…

timotheefan052 i think we can all agree that y/n deserves this award so much like her acting is just top tier😫

tchalamet added to their story!

y/i/n

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y/i/n I can’t even belive how lucky i am to even be nominated for a second Oscar. Thank you all so much for supporting me along the way, i love you with all my heart xoxo-y/n <3

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y/nfan555 omg we love you so much y/n you deserve this so much❣️

y/nfan6 this is why you y/n will always be my favourite celebrity

timmyfan90 thanks for the timmy content, this is why we love u

y/i/nfan69 fuck…you are so goddam hot

y/nfan82 this is so real

randomfan5 u smoke??

florencepugh so proud of you my star 🥲🥲❤️

y/i/n love you 😏❣️

timotheefan775 give me your talent😫😫

timfan19 omg my man

y/i/nfan72 live laugh love y/n <3

y/nfan777 mother

bellahadid omg my baby’s all grown up😓genuinely so proud of you y/n <333

y/i/n love you sm babe😫❣️

randomfan09 i’m not a major fan of y/n but i’m so glad she’s finally getting the recognition she finally deserves!!

timfan3 overrated🥱

y/nfan16 since when tf was she overrated ??

y/i/n added to their story!

enews

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enews Here she comes…Miss y/f/n 👏🏻looking amazing as always #Oscars. (📷:Getty)

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y/nfan00 her outfit did not fail at all

y/nfan555 i will never stop loving this women😭

timmyfan06 okay i get why timmy’s dating her now

y/i/nfan69 i physically cannot

timfan25 a tear ran down my leg…

y/nfan1 so real for this

randomfan89 bit scandalous

y/nfan61 she’s so pretty omg, she never fails

y/i/nfan17 istg if this bitch doesn’t win

timfan12 omg did u see timmy being a little fan boy😭😭

timothèefan557 yes omg he’s actually so cute

y/nfan09 their defo the best couple on the internet

y/nfan89 ughhh she’s so gf

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dragonfly0808 · 7 months

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Musa’s Discography Pt.2

First Full Album. Written throughout the second half of s3 and the first month of summer. Published int he summer between s3 and s4

This one again didn’t have a specific theme though I did try to go for a vibe. Like, this is Musa writing to cope with everything that’s going on whilst trying to ignore her mental health issues so there are one or two ‘darker’ songs when she couldn’t write smth happy or at least not act like everything is fine.

Not sure if I worded that correctly. Here goes:

Afterglow by Taylor Swift.

This is perfect to me as an opening track right before Rivusa have made up she writes this because well… it just fits a lot and I think it’s perfect to open an album that’s kinda Musa just trying to look at the brighter side and ignore the bad shit going on or trying to act like everything will be fine

The Louvre by Lorde.

I see Musa writing this towards the start of summer as a fun summer track to distract herself as she tries to figure out where to stay

Best Friend by Conan Gray.

This was written in bits and pieces over s2 and s3 and it’s just about the squads, I can see her basing it off of the platonic soulmates, like the final part is a super old recording of Sky when Stella told him an ex called her before s1

New Romantics by Taylor Swift.

Another fun summer song to cover up the sadness in an iconic way. I love this song way too much, it deserves more hype

Blue by Madison Beer.

Another track co-written by Helia, story-based. This is the first time the tiniest bit of darkness slips through mostly on the production

Exhale by Sabrina Carpenter.

One of few songs where Musa is fully honest and lets herself go a bit, but I still don’t really count it as one of the ‘darker’ songs. She wrote this before gaining Enchantix

Tornado Warnings by Sabrina Carpenter.

This one was one that she wrote in one night with Helia when neither could sleep and after Musa had lied to her therapist pre-Enchantix, so they just took the phrase ‘lying to my therapist’ and made up a little story as they do

Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift.

This song is peak Rivusa s3 for me, like- just both of them being so bad at relationships but wanting to be in one regardless and just UUGGGGHHHH love them

Sober by Lorde.

First slightly ‘darker’ song, was meant to be a summer bop but turned a bit darker. Here is where the album goes on a tiny spiral. I say tiny cause she won’t really go ‘dark’ till the second album

Stay Numb and Carry On by Madison Beer.

First song she wrote after gaining Enchantix. Kinda wrote a few nonsensical lyrics before pulling them together for the verses and the chorus is just how weird she felt after gaining Enchantix

Follow the White Rabbit by Madison Beer.

Another song she wrote soon after gaining Enchantix. Co-written by Helia cause that song to me is Helia-coded when he’s in a bad mental space…

Tell Em by Sabrina Carpenter.

More light-hearted, wrote it after Tecna ranted about Timmy and about how if they did started dating she’d be stressed about people knowing. Started writing it in s2 while Tecna wouldn’t shut up about Timmy. ‘Cause I’m falling down like I’m summer rain’ Idk why but to me that’s such a Tecna-coded line

idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish.

Probably the darkest Musa gets in this album, I almost see this as the mirror of Exhale. This was after she kinda processed everything that happened after gaining Enchantix and a few intense therapy sessions

Shadows by Sabrina Carpenter.

It just fits so well at first. I can see her writing this about lit the whole squad before gaining Enchantix, it doesn’t fit as much after that.

Giant by Yuqi.

This would kinda be her way to close the album in a more ‘positive, don’t worry I’m totally fine, I’ll be alright ajajaja rise up like a giant yeah…’ way. Basically she wrote it as a way to tell everyone don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine

Now, on to, the extra tracks of the deluxe version! Oh yeah we’re getting way too specific!!!

The deluxe version comes out after she’s taken in by Tecna’s family.

Deluxe version includes:

skinny dipping by Sabrina Carpenter.

Wrote this during her time at the Wujin Festival whilst the squad went backstage to chat and have fun, performed it on her last day. Little details about almost everyone ‘Oatmilk latte in your name’ is Stella. ‘Arguments in your garage’ is Riven/Timmy, ‘Shannon’s being Shannon’ imagine she said Lexie. Etc.

Bigger Than the Whole Sky by Taylor Swift.

Wrote this while Tecna was in Omega, didn’t want to publish it originally but Tecna cried when she heard it and said she should

i love you by Billie Eilish.

Written during the Rivusa fights and the reconcilation. Very vulnerable so she was hesitant to include it at first but decided to go for it

Labyrinth by Taylor Swift.

Written by Helia about Flora, it was originally a poem. Musa loved it and together they modified a line or two to make it into a song

The Best Day by Taylor Swift.

Musa wrote it whilst sobbing after the Crystal Labyrinth, she wanted to write about the good times she remembered and kinda just sing about her mom’s life instead of her death if that makes sense. Decided to include it in the deluxe version last second cause it felt so personal

decode by Sabrina Carpenter.

This is about her dad. Written after the Wujin Festival and Musa choosing to stop trying to mend their relationship.

That was a long one phew… that’s the first album!!! Yay!!!

Part 1

Winx Rewrite Masterlist

#winx club #winx rewrite #winx #winx headcannon #winx fanfic #winx headcanons #winx musa #winx headcanon #winx club rewrite #riven x musa #musa x riven #musa #winx rivusa #rivusa #winx helia

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slayingqueenchal · 1 year

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Interview(ed) | timothee chalamet x y/n

A remake of my first ever fanfic Interview. | Timothee chalamet x Reader (y/n) I'm a bit better at writing, comparing to my past self, this is full of fluff fluff fluffy, and I'm using second person perspective instead of first person perspective,and timmy describes you in french and it's like confessing! But I'll stfu rn, enjoy! (There's an ending to this not like the first one)

"Yes, how are you, y/n, Timothee! I am john" The interviewer said to you and timothee.

"Good good! " Said timothee, and you nodded with him. "Amazing, now, I'm going to ask you questions for both dune part 1&2, is that alright?" John ask and both of you nodded.

"So, timothee, how did you get the role of Paul atreides? " John asks while flipping his card.

"It was like every other auditions, it's a tough one, I was really lucky that I got the role" He explained, his hands were moving as he was speaking.

"Great, what about you, y/n" John asks. "It was my cousin, who made me audition for the role of alia atreides, she was nine, she's a, a really smart person, to the degree that she understood dune" You told John.

"Why haven't you told me this?! This is literally the cutest thing ever, Y/n" Timothee groaned.

John flipped another card. "You can choose to not answer this one, just tell me, but the fans are curious about you twos dating rumours, is that true? " He asks.

"That's fine" Said timothee, you told John "we're very platonic.. Too, platonic, sometimes" With a fake chuckle.

You always had feelings since you first met timothee. It's like, love at first sight.

"Oo, that's cool! Up to the next question! " He flips his card, "Can each of you tell me, who was the most funniest, adorable, relatable, nicest co-star in the whole film, say it at the same time! ".

"Okay.. Timmy, one" You said.

"Two" Timothee said.

"Three! " You said. You pointed at him, saying "you!". But, he had done the same thing to, he said you were the most fun from the whole dune film.

"Aww" John said. You realized that, you were blushing hard.

"Up to the final, special question, many fans have asked this, timothee, can you describe y/n kn french? " John asks.

"elle est belle, ma personne préférée dans le film, peut-être ma personne préférée dans le monde entier" Timothee says with a lot of emotions.

(she's beautiful, my favorite person in the film, maybe my favorite person in the whole world)

"elle est vraiment attentionnée, avec beaucoup de monde et je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher d'être jalouse" Timothee says.

(she's really caring, with a lot of people and I couldn't help but to be jealous)

"Je pense que j'ai des sentiments pour elle, mon amour"

(I think I have feeling for her, love)

"et je sais qu'il y aura un gars ou une fille française qui traduira ça, mais priez Dieu qu'elle ne le sache pas. c'est une belle, géniale, gentille personne et honnêtement je ne la mérite pas du tout mais c'est trop tard maintenant, je suis déjà tombé amoureux d'elle" He says

(and I know there's going to be a French guy or girl who is going to translate this, but, pray to God that she wouldn't know. she's a beautiful, great, nice person and I honestly don't deserve her, at all but it's too late now, I've already fallen for her)

"And I believe that's it, I guess" He says.

"That was great! I personally don't understand but, maybe there will be someone who will explain, well I'm ending soon so, thankyou so much for answering all of the questions! Goodnight and bye! " John says enthusiastically. Not you though, you and timothee looks like a dead zombie answering questions since seven in the morning to ten pm.

"Well, that's all guys, pack your stuff and you can go, goodnight! " Says the producer.

"Alright" You both said.

"Timmy! Goodnight" You said, waving at him. "Night, y/n" Timothee responses.

You walked down to your car in silence with your body guards, and got home safely.

You went upstairs, get cleaned up, and went for a good night sleep.

Everything was alright until a thousand notifications blew up on your phone.

"What the hell" You groaned, taking your phone. Though your eyes were blurry, you can still see.

Everyone one was tagging you all across the media.

"Oh my gosh, I'm French, and if you haven't watched the dune interview with buzzfeed, you're missing out! " The girl says and plays the audio.

'elle est belle, ma personne préférée dans le film, peut-être ma personne préférée dans le monde entier' the blurry audio says

"Timothee is saying how y/n is the best person in the world and later he says that he couldn't help but be jealous of people around her who she's nice with,OH MY GOSH, he says he thinks he has feelings for her, and that he doesn't deserve her but he has already fallen in love. Oh my gosh y'all" Says the girl.

You sat there for a second, trying to process what's going on.

Timothee, liking you back? Sounds like a daydream.

You opened your messages app to found timothee's was filled by apologizes, confession, and him saying sorry for a hundred times.

You wrote 'timmy, you don't need to say sorry, in fact, I love you too'. No, that's corny you changed it up a bit "timmy, you don't need to say sorry, in fact, I have feelings for you too".

You sent it with your eyes closed. Turning off the phone.

"Y/n, I have.. It's like love at first sight and since you've told me this, would you like, go out with me, I know I'm a sucker for asking this in chat but pleasee" The notification rings.

Well, you replied and, guess someone's going on a date.

This was really rushed I'm sorry

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justmeinatree · 7 months

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02 - the greatest show : searching in the dark

Summary : a group of misfits, a mysterious leader, a string of murders, and life on the road.

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TW : transgender misconceptions & hardships in victorian era europe

Word Count : 5.2k

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“honey bee !” she shouts excitedly upon entering the house, bounding up the stairs, taking them two at a time, skipping right into her sister’s bedroom.

“timmy,” emma smiles wide, looking up from her little desk in the corner, what seems to be the beginning of a scarf mixed up with a brightly coloured ball of purple yarn. “did you have a good talk with father davies ?”

“the best talk,” she hums, crashing back onto her little sister’s bed.

“that’s great !” emma bounces in her seat, turned to face her bed. “so everything’s going to be okay now ?”

her eyebrows furrow momentarily, because honestly she isn’t too sure if everything’s going to be okay or not. but she is sure that she’s finally ready to admit to her secret life. sure that she’s ready to completely be herself. sure that no matter what happens, she will be the best girl that she can be.

“hmm, well, m’not too sure about that, em,” she murmurs, sighing, as she sits up to face her sister. “i told father davies that i’m a girl.”

and well that, that causes a lot of confusion to flash through emma’s features. none of which go unnoticed, as she processes the bit of information presented to her, “i don’t understand. that dress doesn’t make you a girl, timmy.”

“no, it doesn’t,” she agrees, figuring this is the best moment to explain in the most nonchalant, empathetic way, what it is to be transgender. “look, honey bee, ever since i was little. littler than you even. i’ve never felt like a boy. always felt like a girl. and honestly, that’s okay. just because i have a certain body shouldn’t stop me from being who i know that i am, right ? god made me this way for a reason didn’t he ?”

she watches as the little hamster wheel in emma’s head turns, the dots connecting, as new information gets sorted. tentatively looking up and making eye contact, emma murmurs softly, “so you’re my sister ?”

she nods, holding her breath, hoping, praying, that emma reacts significantly differently than father davies did.

“v’always wanted a sister,” she whispers, cheeks slightly tinged in pink, biting her lip, as she tries to hide her smile. “mummy told me it would never happen. but i kept praying, and my wish has come true.”

with the breath completely knocked out of her, she feels her eyes well up with tears, her throat constricting. reaching out for emma’s hand, she pulls her from the chair, wrapping her arms around her little sister, tucking her face against emma’s shoulder.

she doesn’t think she’s ever loved emma more than in this moment. her little sister, far more logical, reasonable, empathic, loving, than anyone her age. than anyone in the town, honestly, regardless of age. her little sister, praying for her. her sweet little honey bee, how could she have ever doubted emma ?

through a sniffle, and a slight hiccupping sob, she mumbles against emma’s neck, “dont know what i’ve ever done to deserve you. love you so so much, honey bee. no one has ever made me feel more seen than you have. the best little sister i could have ever asked for.”

“and you’re the best big sister,” she murmurs, testing out the words on her tongue. she has a sister. she’s always wanted a sister. “maybe god made you this way so that you could be the best big sister i’d ever wanted.”

a fresh new wave of tears stream down her cheeks. maybe that is why god made her this way. maybe he knew that emma needed a sister all along. and with a new found lightness to her heart, she figures that’s exactly what’s happening. she’s always needed emma, and emma’s always needed her. her big sister.

and if they could both live in this beautiful little serene, sheltered embrace for the rest of time, they surely would. but as if the world liked to punish her, their sweet moment is quickly interrupted by a loud slam of the door. their parents were home. and by the sound of the banging door, the gruff mumbling of their father, before the loud and grumpy call for timothy, she can assume that they’ve met with father davies. and it did not go well.

sticking to her newfound courage, she pats emma’s back, noticing the worry in her little sister’s face, “s’gonna be alright honey bee, i promise.”

she trudges her way down the stairs, emma following closely, coming face to face with a very angry father, and a fairly confused, saddened mother. she locks eyes with both of them, “what’s going on ?”

“care to explain your chat with father davies ?” her father asks. and really, she’s always hated that. when her parents obviously already know the answer to something, and they wont come straight out with it. they tiptoe around questions, hoping to back their children into a corner of uncomfortable and awkward admissions.

“i told him m’a girl,” she hums, determined to hold her ground. determined to turn her life around. at the ripe age of 15, she was running out of time to get herself in order. herself.

she can see her father seething, a moment away from turning bright red with steam coming out of his ears. christ, his eye was almost twitching at her admittance. how he could flip a switch so quickly from loving his son to hating his daughter, she’ll never understand. because, really, she’s exactly the same as she’s always been.

“would you like to try that again, young man ?” he asks, the calmness in his tone not going unnoticed. neither does the use of “young man”. it tells her that he’s already got a plan. already got his mind made up.

“there’s nothing more to say,” she shakes her head, sighing. “your mind is already made up. but think what you want of me, hate me for all i care. m’a girl, and i’m finally proud of that. you can say whatever you want to say, it’s not going to change anything.”

“s’that so ?” her father hums, nodding, locking eyes with her mother. she can see the worry in her mum’s eyes, the sheer disgust in her father’s eyes, as they have a silent conversation. “well, we had a talk with the harrison’s. told them all about what was going on.”

“of course you did,” she snaps, cutting her father off. “because you could never just let me be. couldn’t just let me disappear and pretend nothing had happened. you had to go and shame me.”

“shame you !?” her father shouts. “you’re a fucking disgrace to this family. you’ve shamed all of us. we have to live with the embarrassment of having such a horrid excuse for a son-“

“daddy !” emma screams, interrupting her father’s degrading rant of her sister.

blatantly ignoring her, he continues, “the harrison’s know someone that had a daughter, much like you, she was all messed up, going ‘round thinking she was a man,” how she wishes he could say that without pure revolt in his tone, but that’s besides the point now, “and they suggested, along with father davies, that we get in touch with the asylum a few towns over. they’re picking you up first thing tomorrow.”

“dad ! what the- are you serious !?” she snaps, groaning.

“you’re lucky i’m even giving you until morning. start packing. anything that’s left behind in this house is being tossed,” he shakes his head, unable to look at her as he starts to walk away.

“no !” emma shouts loudly, “you can’t take my sister away, i just got her !”

their father stops dead in his tracks, turning to face her, ignoring emma entirely, “what kind of crap have you filled her head with ? how dare you try and corrupt our one good child.”

and at that, she can’t do anything but roll her eyes, turning her attention to her mother, “you’ve been quiet,” she hums angrily. she watches as her mother closes her eyes, head tipped down, her father stepping up and taking her mum’s hand, ushering them both out of the room.

she groans, stomping back up the stairs to her room, emma quiet as a tiny mouse as she slinks her way into her sister’s room, a shake evident in her tone, “timmy, why are they being so mean to you ?”

“i dont know honey bee,” she murmurs, her eyes filling with unshed tears, as she looks around her bedroom, knowing full well that this is one of the last times she gets to do so.

“where are they taking you ?” emma whimpers, her bottom lip trembling. “what’s an asylum ? can i go visit you ? no, can i go with you ? i can’t lose my big sister, i just got you.”

she pulls emma into her arms, poor little emma, burying her face into her sister’s head as she squeezes her tight, tears spilling into emma’s hair. “m’sorry em. so sorry,” she sighs, “i want to be there for you honey bee, i really do. but i don’t think i have a choice now.”

“no !” she whimpers louder, arms holding onto her big sister tighter, a solid death grip, unwilling to ever let her go. “m’going with you, i dont care. m’going to the asylum with you. s’gotta be better than here.”

“it’s not,” she sighs, shaking her head. “it’s an awful place,” she explains, squeezing her eyes shut. she can’t go there, she can’t. they’ll break her. break her into a thousand little pieces that she’ll never be able to put back together. taking a deep breath, and sticking by her burst of courage, “m’not going to the asylum.”

“but dad-“ emma starts, quickly getting cut off with the heavy, purposeful shaking of her sister’s head.

“don’t worry about dad. don’t worry about me, honey bee,” she murmurs, taking a breath. “m’gonna need you to be strong. you’re such a beautiful person emmy, don’t lost that spark in you. keep seeing the world as you see it. please don’t let mum and dad kill that spirit.”

“why does it sound like m’never gonna see you again ?” emma asks softly, almost as if the words hurt her more than the reality at hand.

“because i won’t be here when you wake up tomorrow,” she explains, watching emma’s face fall completely. “i need you to understand that as scary this is, it’s the best option for me. i’ll be fine, honey bee. keep praying for me. don’t forget me.”

“i could never forget you,” emma sniffs, a new wave of tears running down her cheeks. “why can’t i come with you ?”

“s’too dangerous for you,” she explains, shaking her head.

“but it’s not for you ?” she asks, eyebrows furrowed, confusion setting in again.

“it’s the safest option for me,” she nods, “i need you to know that and trust that. it’s the only way for me to find safety. but the safest thing for you is to stay here with mum and dad. live your life, honey bee. be happy, meet someone nice, meet some new people. you have an opportunity at the best life. you need to take it.”

“it’ll never be the best life without you,” emma sighs quietly, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t be better for you, honey bee,” she whispers, looking around her room. “if i’m gonna leave at dark, m’gonna have to pack some things. wanna help ?”

“no,” emma sighs sadly, “but i will anyway.”

and as always, emma’s managed to make her crack a small smile, even in the midst of the storm.

without further ado, the girls get to work, packing up her belongings in a small bag, something easy to carry around. although it doesn’t fit nearly as much as she’d like to bring, she can’t afford to spend her time lugging around a huge piece of luggage. she needed to be selective, a few intricate knickknacks that make her smile, things that bring her comfort and happiness, filled with the good memories. and of course, her dress.

seeing as she’s setting off, none of the other clothes in the room matter much. the different slacks, different button down shirts with stiff, uncomfortable collars, all things that she wont need anymore. things that remind her of a broken past, filled with anger and sadness and secrets.

she spends the rest of the day in her room, wanting to be by emma’s side as long as she can. both of the sisters holding onto each other in comfort, talking about their hopes and dreams, not only for themselves, but for each other.

and as soon as night falls, the sound of mum and dad’s footsteps and muffled voices retreating into their bedroom, their door closing with a click, she slips on her dress, giving a twirl for emma, asking shyly, “do i look like a girl ?”

“the prettiest girl,” emma smiles wide, “you’ll have to grow out your hair though.”

she giggles, nodding, “don’t think i’ll be cutting it for a long while. maybe i’ll snatch a wig out of the store window, have a proper disguise until my hair’s grown a bit.”

“s’not good to steal,” emma hums, tutting at her, “but i think in this case, god’ll forgive you.”

“think i’ve sinned enough for a lifetime, anyway,” she chuckles, biting her lip, as she looks over emma. “this is it. i’ve gotta go now, honey bee.”

she sees the moment reality hits her little sister. a reality she should not have to live, ever. and she feels infinitely guilty for the trouble she’s caused. the hurt she’s putting emma through. the fact that she’s broken this family is something that weighs heavily on her. and something she anticipates feeling most, if not all, of her life.

“m’sorry emma,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around her sister in a tight, squeezing hug.

“you dont have to be sorry,” she shakes her head. “daddy should be saying sorry for all the mean things he said. if i said those things, mum and dad would make me apologize.”

“s’okay honey bee, dont worry about it. promise you’ll be good ?” she asks softly, looking over emma’s face one more time. noting the dimple in her cheek, the deep blue of her eyes, the light blonde of her hair, storing every bit of emma to memory.

“yeah,” emma murmurs, nodding her head. “m’gonna miss you timmy. will i ever see you again ? know that you’re okay ?”

“keep thinking about me, keep praying for me, and i’ll be okay. as long as you believe i’m okay, i will be,” she bites her lip, taking a shuddering breath, heading for her bedroom door, and opening it, looking back at emma with a sad smile and a small wave. heading down the stairs as softly and quietly as she can.

she steps outside, closing the door behind her, closing her old life behind her, closing the door to everything she’s ever known.

in the middle of the night, darkness all consuming her being, she was grateful for the waxing moon, shining down on their small town, illuminating bits of the pathway she’s walked down more times than she could ever begin counting.

and now, it feels like she’s crossing a line, the line of no return, because truthfully, she is now left alone. no family to turn to, no friends for comfort, no life to return to.

as she walks down the empty streets, everyone in town tucked away in the comfort of their beds, warm homes engulfing them, no worries to weigh heavily on their brains, she wonders why children are typically afraid of the dark. for in this moment, she’s never felt more relief from the lack of light.

the town is so peaceful when nobody can be seen walking about, no sounds apart from the slight crick of bugs, the whirring of the warm nighttime breeze through the trees, and, well, the pitter patter of her feet on the gravelly walkway.

and although everything seems so peaceful and restful at this time of day, she can’t help but feel a slight pit in her tummy. where was she supposed to go ? she could keep walking down the path she was on, it would lead her out of town, up a long road to god knows where. truthfully, she’d never left her town, never had a reason to. she had no idea what could lay beyond the outskirts of her community.

she’s always been curious about where the roads lead to, but which one does she choose ? which one is safest ? which one is longest or shortest ? she guesses there’s no time like present to find out. it’s not like she has much else to do, but to walk around and explore. maybe find a safe spot to sleep.

and oh god, what was she supposed to do during the day ? that thought makes her laugh to herself, because really, never would she have thought that she’d be more scared on her own during the day time than wandering the roads at night.

the one coherent thought that remains at the forefront of her mind, throughout this jumbled mess of questions, is that she needs to get herself in order. if she’s to start living her life as she pleases, she needs some supplies.

so she heads off into the centre of town, looking through shop windows until she falls on the couple of stores she’s been looking for. quietly, she slips through the door, forever thankful of the towns lack of need for security measures. she looks through the boxes that line the back wall of the store, falling on a brown haired wig, beautiful curls cascading down from the mesh that would sit on her head.

she tries it on, looking at the mirror on the wall, taking herself in. with her beautiful dress and her wig, for the first time in her life, she truthfully loves what she’s seeing. she looks like the embodiment of what she’s always dreamed.

a few stray tears run down her cheeks, quickly sniffling them away, because she surely doesn’t have time to lollygag, but christ, she wants to take this in. not sure when she’ll have access to her reflection again.

holding onto the skirt, doing a small twirl, she lets a small breathy laugh escape through the tears of happiness. she’s always assumed that the day would come, the day where she would no longer be welcomed at home, the day where her life would forever be altered. and she’s always assumed that that day would be the worst day of her life. but here she is, laughing, smiling genuinely, tearing up at the beauty that is her own reflection.

she was so scared of this day, but now, as she’s standing in it, she realizes that this may be the best day. the day where she gets to rewrite herself, start fresh, go somewhere that nobody knows her, be the most lovely lady she can be.

biting her lip, and etching every bit of her reflection in her brain, she finally turns away, slipping back out through the door and quietly stepping into the store next door. mrs. white’s seamstress shop. the same shop she stole her dress from, however many years ago now.

as silent and quick as she could, she delicately rummages through the dresses hanging on the different racks, looking for something that would not only fit her frame, but that wouldn’t be too encumbering to pack up neatly in her bag.

she’s takes hold of a vivid purple dress, a burgundy one, and as her fingers land on a pale blue one, she hears a throat clearing behind her, making her freeze completely, fingertips just grasping the latest dress.

“timothy ? is that you ?” she recognizes as misses white’s voice, the confusion etched in her tone.

“n-no, s’not,” she stutters quietly, trying to mask her voice, face hidden in the long strands of her new wig, mix of shame and regret and fear and sadness coursing through her. she’s already been caught. it’s barely been a couple of hours, and she’s already been caught. this cannot be a good sign, she thinks to herself.

“hmm, right,” misses white nods, biting her lip in thought, “guess it wouldn’t be. so what’s the new name ? what should i call you ?” she asks.

her eyes go wide, mouth open, because fuck, how could she have forgotten a name ? how was she supposed to live as a lady and not have a lady name ? why hadn’t she ever thought of this. never considered what she would be called. she was so strung up on hating the name timothy, she’d never planned an alternate.

misses white catches the flicking of her eyes, the stutter stuck in her throat, and she can’t help herself but chuckle quietly, “haven’t gotten that far have you ? assuming you’re looking to start over, what with the new hair and the pilfering of all my hard work, i’d advise you to find yourself a name, sweetheart.”

and that, well that’s not exactly the response she was expecting. “you don’t hate me ?” she asks, confused as to why misses white was even giving her the time of day, especially as this mistake of a human was stealing from her shop.

“why on earth would i hate you ?” misses white asks incredulously. “because of that filthy gossip spreading through town ? listen, m’old enough to have learned to mind my own business. if people are happy, that’s good enough for me. however, we do have to talk about this pilfering habit of yours. you know, there are tons of other seamstresses in town.”

she giggles at that, biting her lip, “but you’re the best at what you do,” she hums, blush rising on her cheeks. “gonna make me put it all back now aren’t you ?”

misses white sighs, tutting at her, “flattery will get you nowhere. but i do think that you need one person on your side. so no, i won’t make you put them back. maybe i just wasn’t here tonight.”

“why are you being so nice to me ?” she asks softly, frog in her throat, as she still tries to figure out if all of this is real.

“someone has to,” misses white chuckles. “in all seriousness, you remind me of my son.”

she furrows her eyebrows, words coming out before her brain even has time to catch up, “i thought you had a dau-“ click. there it is. her mind has caught up and the lightbulb must be glowing above her head.

misses white smiles, watching the flurry of emotions cross her face, “of all the people i know, you’re the last one that would need any explanation right now.”

“i didn’t know,” she hums, “what happened to your son ? wait, are you the harrison’s friends ?” well, fuck, this is definitely a trap.

“he wouldn’t have made it, not in an asylum. not in this town,” she sighs. “mrs. harrison is my sister. to protect our son, we let the town believe that he’s at the asylum,” she explains. “don’t think you’ve ever met my husband. he’s away a lot. works on the boats, traveling from england to france, importing, exporting. we did what we thought would be the safest for our son. smuggled him on my husband’s boat, let him start a fresh new life in france.”

“does he like it there ?” she asks, wondering if maybe she’d just stumbled onto a well thought out plan that she could borrow for herself.

“don’t know. haven’t seen him since the night he got on that boat. and that was the point,” she nods, taking a breath, “i trust, in my heart, that he’s happy.”

she bites her lip, looking up at misses white with small eyes, anxiety of the unknown evident in her gaze, “do you think i’d be happy in france ?”

“oh honey,” misses white coos, nodding, “i think you would. with those new dresses, expensive taste you have, by the way, and that wig, i’d say france is in for a shock with a pretty girl like you.”

at that, she smiles wide, her face almost ripping with how stretched her cheeks are to accommodate the happiness she can’t hide. “how do i get there ?”

“follow that road,” misses white hums, pointing to the left side of the building, “all the way to the end. it’ll bring you to the docks. my husband’s boat is always docked by the picket number 18. you tell that man that his wife sent you. and that it wouldn’t kill him to come visit once in a while.”

she giggles, nodding, reaching out to give misses white a hug, “thank you. endlessly.”

“go. have a good life,” she murmurs, ushering her out of the door, “don’t want you to miss the boat and have to wait another day. they leave at sunrise, you’ll have to hurry,” she pats her back, “and don’t forget to come up with a name !”

forever thankful to misses white, she follows the road she was instructed to, working up to a run from time to time, as she’s unsure of how long the road really is. and just as the sky starts to turn from the deepest black, to the dark hues of blues and purples, she spots the water in the distance, boats lined up and getting packed with goods for their newest trip.

still fairly in the dark, she squints her eyes as she shuffles through crates lined up, waiting to be hauled, doing her best to read the numbers on the pickets.

“16, 17, 18,” she mumbles to herself, stopping in her tracks, as a man almost bumps into her on his way to carry another crate, “oops, sorry there young lady.”

“s’alright,” she hums, “i’m uh- i’m looking for mister white. any idea where i could find him ?”

“it’s your lucky day,” he smiles, hands gesturing up and down over his chest, “you found him. or well, i guess, he found you,” he laughs, and for a moment, she can definitely see how he and misses white were made for each other.

“do we know each other ?” he asks, eyes raking over her, digging deep in his memory to try and place her.

“no, don’t think we’ve ever met,” she smiles softly, “your wife sent me. said that you could help me get to france. like you did with your son,” she adds as quietly as she can, wanting, hoping that he’d understand the cryptic message.

she sees the moment it all clicks in his head, a small smile taking over his features, a smile of understanding, of concern, of hope. “yeah, i can get you to france, darling. no problem at all. give me a few moments to finish loading today’s deliveries and i’ll show you around the boat. find you a place to rest. i can assume you haven’t had the chance to do that in a while.”

and that’s the story of how she ended up laying back on large pouches of wool, the swaying of the boat on the water rocking her into a peaceful mindset. her eyes locked on the large array of stars and constellations above her, just starting to disappear now that the rays of the sun were poking over the horizon, the first moment of true calm she experiences on her new adventure.

although she had no idea what to expect when she reaches france, she’s forever grateful to have found a safe method of transportation out of england. christ, never in a million years would she have thought that she’d have made it off that island, all on her own.

as she watches the sun rise, the first day of the rest of her life now commencing, she notices another stowaway on the boat. a small lady bug perched on the wooden beam next to her, “taking the easy road to france ?” she giggles, sticking her hand out to let the bug walk onto her extended finger.

watching the lady bug walk all over her hand, tickling her skin, she barely notices the bee that lands on her skirt. that is until the lady bug flies off her hand, landing on her skirt as well, both insects just looking at each other.

she bites her lip, watching them get a feel for each other, whispering quietly, “hi, honey bee.” she can feel the wetness pool in her eyes, as she thinks about emma, wondering how she’s doing now that it’s morning and their parents obviously know she’s gone.

she’s distracted momentarily as the honey bee gives a small nudge to the lady bug, before they both fly off together in direction of the sun.

sighing, and wishing she could grow a pair of wings and fly off, she lays her head back, the sky now turned a bright peachy pink, she closes her eyes, reminding herself that she can’t dwell on her past anymore. she must move on, and keep hope that this is the best thing for her.

she’s not sure when exactly she fell asleep, but she feels the swaying of the boat come to an abrupt stop, as mister white tethers them to the dock.

he smiles when he notices she’d awoken, the sun sitting low in the sky again, as it’s about to set. had she really slept the entire day ? she guesses the last few stress filled days had finally caught up to her.

“welcome to france,” mister white smiles, “or should i say, bienvenue !” he chuckles, “ready to start that new life ?”

she takes a deep breath, twisting her hands in her lap, “as ready as i’ll ever be, i guess.”

“you’ve got this,” he nods, winking. “keep your chin up, and have a little faith.”

“thank you, mister white,” she hums, standing and taking his extended hand to help her step off the boat. “you and your wife have helped more than i could have ever dreamed of.”

“ahh, it’s no problem, really. i’m sorry the world isn’t quite ready for you, and for my son. breaks my heart to see such kind young folks get pushed away from society,” he shakes his head. “well, i’ll be unloading all of this, you have yourself a great time. explore. live. be happy.”

she smiles wide, nodding, her bag slung over her shoulder, starting to make her way down the path, again, feeling nothing but comfort from the darkness of night, excitement to discover her new home. she hears mister white call out for her one last time, “hey, never told me your name !”

she stops in her tracks, turning to face him, “it’s lady bug.”

Part 3

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Top 10 BEST Movies of 2023

Happy New Year everyone! Hope you all partied hard and are now surviving a dreadful hangover by sitting with your family or friends and enjoying a well deserved marathon of Lord of the Rings. 2023 - what a year! In the movie biz alone there were those little minor events known as the strikes of the actors and writers. Just when we thought COVID was over and stopped affecting releases, these strikes were like “errr no, actually..!”. To be fair, the way the streaming services were underpaying their actors and the studios enforcing AI so much into the media, it was good that these artists stood up for themselves and showed it to the man so to speak! Anyway, we’re not here to talk Hollywood politics, but to celebrate all the quality filmmaking that was exhibited this past year. I’d say in all honesty this year felt weaker compared to 2022. To be fair last year gave us Everything Everywhere All at Once, Top Gun: Maverick and of course the legendary RRR, so the bar was high for 2023. That being said, I still enjoyed some solid films, so let’s rank my Top 10 favourite movies of 2023, but first some honourable mentions…

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

Evil Dead Rise - one heck of a gore fest, and the best opening title card of the year hands down!

Past Lives - a simple yet brutally honest love story.

The Boy and the Heron - Wanna hear Robert Pattinson sound like not Robert Pattinson?!

The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar - Wes Anderson and Roald Dahl are a match made in heaven.

Barbie - I’m Just Ken…need I say more??

Wonka - Timmy makes for a good Willy.

Right, with that, let’s get into the actual fun stuff - The Top 10 Best Movies of 2023!…

10) GUY RITCHIE’S THE COVENANT - The least Guy Ritchie film Guy Ritchie has ever directed and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Away with the rough East End and grizzly jokes, and instead what we have is a very reserved and straight-faced war thriller. Honestly I was so surprised with how much I was engaged and invested in The Covenant - it is a thrilling pulse-racing story of survival that adds to the dread that elements of it are true to many people’s reality. Truly, this is a well-made movie!

9) TETRIS - You hear of a movie titled Tetris and one has to wonder if we have another Emoji Movie on our hands, where we get little tetra shaped characters goofing about in some animated mathematics world trying to force an unfunny joke upon our poor heads. Luckily that’s not the case, as instead this is a behind-the-scenes look at the legal drama behind the ownership of the game rights, and though that may not sound that fun, the movie is surprisingly very entertaining with some visual pixel tricks, a great soundtrack, delightful nostalgia, a fast-paced ante-upping narrative set in the backdrop of the Soviet Union and an adorable Taron Egerton in the middle of it all. Honestly, I’m shocked at how much I digged the Tetris movie!

8) GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL. 3 - Marvel is evidently in a rut, but a rare bright spark in recent memory was the final instalment of James Gunn’s take on the fun dysfunctional space family. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 is a wonderful ride, bringing lots of great humour, character dynamics and emotion, and gets you hooked on a feeling…one last time. Oh, and Gunn finally managed to properly show Nathan Fillion’s face in a Marvel movie, and that in itself is a win!

7) MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: DEAD RECKONING - PART ONE - Tom Cruise - what a guy! I mean yes he’s a Scientologist, has a constant death wish by breaking his ankles on film sets and also guilty of jumping on Oprah’s sofa like a monkey, but my my is he a charmer! You guys know the drill with these Mission Impossible movies - Tom Cruise throws his body around like a potato fearing not for his life nor broken limbs, but you have to respect the man for wanting to give the audience their tickets’ worth of entertainment, and Dead Reckoning not disappoint! There’s never a dull moment, the action is constantly inventive and exciting, and honestly with how consistent the quality of these films are, I say keep ‘em coming, Cruise-man!

6) DREAM SCENARIO - Anyone who knows me knows how much I love me some Nicolas Cage! The guy’s an acting legend, and he’s had it rough a decade ago when he got stuck paying off hi tax money and starring in crappy B-movies, but recently he’s been on a hot streak of great original content, and Dream Scenario adds to that. I love this idea of a random dude suddenly appearing in people’s dreams for absolutely no reason. It’s so rare to have a new original conception in a film in our day and age, and the execution here is great. As a bonus, the movie features possibly the best fart joke in the history of the cinema.

5) OPPENHEIMER - On one had this is probably the most “well-made” movie of 2023 cinematically speaking. Christopher Nolan does not hold back in using his typical non-linear way of storytelling, with the film weaving narratives and different time periods seamlessly as it explores the profound depths of a man who’s actions altered the world’s trajectory forever, for better or worse. It’s an incredible historical piece of cinema, and the movie gets extra points for the whole ‘Barbenheimer’ phenomenon, but the reason this film is not higher on the list is due to the fact that I believe it is overrated. Cause every single person raved about how bloody amazing this thing was, I became tired of the positivity. Yeah, I know, I’m being a Scrooge but what you gonna do about it?? Oppenheimer is stuck at No. 5!

4) KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON - When a movie forces you to stay in the cinema for over 3 hours, it better be one epic film, as your man here was straining his bladder to health threatening levels. However this is a Martin Scorsese picture, as such this is event cinema! And this one may be up there with one of his best. Killers of the Flower Moon is a major saga of greed, murder, corruption and despair, told through the eyes of a filmmaker who somehow is still managing to mature more as a director even though he’s already over 80 years of age.

3) THE HOLDOVERS - The Holdovers is very much a vibes movie. It has that old-timey retro feel to it from how it is shot to make it look like it’s from the 70s (reminiscent of John Hughes films and Dead Poets Society). You also have the constant snow falling and the Christmas music just really delivers that cozy winter feel. It’s a wholesome Christmas movie through and through. Paul Giamatti gives a career-best performance and the writing is absolutely stellar, as such The Holdovers is destined to become a holiday classic.

2) BEAU IS AFRAID - A. 3-hour long anxiety attack that A24 spent $30 million to produce. For a movie studio to spill out such a massive amount of cash on a completely original IP that is divisively out-there and wild is such a unique thing to happen in Hollywood in this day and age, that like the film or not this act needs to be applauded. It just so happens that Beau Is Afraid is batshit bonkers and truly an act of madness, yet one that I will forever cherish. I bet David Lynch had the biggest hard-on when he watched this movie - you betcha!

1) SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE - Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse is, put simply, brilliant! It’s everything that made Into the Spider-Verse great dialled up to 1000%, and the result is honestly fantastic. Look, I watch a lot of movies. And yeah, movies are great and I love them deeply. But in watching so many films I have in a way lost that magic of being in awe every time I go to the cinema. Cliches and repetitiveness in films stick out like sore thumbs. However with Across the Spider-Verse I felt like a kid again, purely stunned in amazement at every single frame, engaged with the characters and story-line, not knowing where it will go next. Like I cannot reiterate how much fun I had watching this movie! The animation is phenomenal, the narrative so rich, a pulse-throbbing music score (I even have Pemberton’s score on vinyl now just cause I love it so much!) superb character development and so many fun and unexpected twists and turns. Across the Spider-Verse is THE movie of 2023 for me and I believe this is the first time ever an animation took a top spot on my list. Here’s hoping Part 3 of the Spider-Verse saga will play out like The Return of the King!

There you have it - my favourite films of 2023. Naturally I don’t expect my list to be the same as yours, so don’t go throwing a tantrum if I missed out a movie you loved. Or do throw a tantrum, see if I care. But also don’t, cause like we’re all friends here, right? Right??!

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mxtantrights · 1 year

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that green colored feeling

thank you for the request! I turned this one out pretty quick bc I too believe that Tim deserves more fics on this site!! hope you enjoy <333

Tim wasn't a jealous person. Or he wasn't the possessive, checking in every hour, wondering who you could be hanging out with and if him making an appearance would make him look like an idiot or not. He wasn't that type of jealous person.

He's starting to think that you might make him that person.

It's not anything you're doing really. How could it? You know him inside and out and he knows you. Therefore he knows that you wouldn't be flirting with someone when he's five feet away. You're not flirting with someone.

Someone is flirting with you. Which makes sense, you are a literal catch. Tim isn't sure how he manages to be the one to say goodnight and good morning to you every day. Or how he manages to be on the receiving end of quick snapshots from your busy city life because you saw something and thought of him.

He doesn't know how he landed you. But he knows he's yours completely. And he doesn't like the feeling of this green monster sitting on his shoulders and telling him any different.

You on the other hand, you know this guy is flirting with you. Since you got to the party this guy has been eyeing you for a while. He finally got the courage to come up to you after fifteen minutes. And you haven't entertained it one bit. Every opportunity you've gotten to mention Tim as your loving, caring and smart boyfriend you have taken. He just didn't seem to get it though, like he needed to see him in the flesh to believe it.

"Yeah actually my boyfriend is really good with tech stuff maybe you can talk to him." you say.

Then you point over to him. Tim perks up at the action and makes his way over to you and the guy quickly. Tim knows you can handle turning someone down do seeing you point him out meant something wasn't connecting for the guy.

"Hey, what's going on?" Tim asks.

You put your arm around his shoulder and pull him close to you. Tim leans into you as well.

"This is Jared, and he was talking about his new start up thingy." you explain.

Jared seems perplexed to put it lightly. You're not sure why. You told him multiple times that your boyfriend came with you to this party. It astonishes you how that must've went in one ear and out the other.

Tim holds out his free hand, "Nice to meet you."

Jared takes Tim's hand into his. The two shake but you know Jared is still wondering where Tim came from and if he's really real.

"You didn't have to ring in some random guy to get me off your back you know that?" Jared asks, but mores says.

You don't believe it. You believe it but you don't actually believe he said it out loud with the gusto of Alexander the Great! You scoff.

Tim can feel the heat creeping up his neck. He feels-well he feels like he doesn't matter in this situation. A different type of jealous it would seem. Still green, but a little blue too.

Tim doesn't have time to adjust as you enter his line of vision. Up close he can see how thick your eyelashes are and how your lip turns up, like you're about to do something wicked.

"Timmy I think we could give him a show. But only if you want." you say.

Tim's eyes go wide. A boyish grin forms on his lips too. He can feel your breath hitting him from this close. And he wants to get even closer if that's possible. Which it is, he knows just how you can get.

When Tim nods his head at your question, you smile even wider. You wrap your arms around his neck and dive straight in. And he knows you called it a show but with the way you're standing in front of Tim, you're completely locking the guy from seeing anything.

That's what does it. That's what gets Tim to flutter his eyes over to the guy who's still behind you. He deepens the kiss and it's nothing appropriate for a party.

Tim's hands land on your hips and pull you into him. He watches as the guy makes a face and leaves the two of you alone. Finally. Tim shuts his eyes then and lets himself enjoy the impromptu makeup session. Lets himself enjoy you.

And enjoy you he does.

#dcblurbs #Tim drake x reader #dc blurb #Tim drake blurb

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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coachella with timmy headcannon !!

COACHELLA headcanons….

timothee chalamet x reader

sorry this took way longer than expected! hope you like them and i can creatively put my own spin on this and im not copying off other ppl's headcanons ^^

warning(s): mentioned drug use, alcohol

We all know he loves his privacy, and this being your first Coachella together he first wanted to be very secretive about his relationship with you, but he doesn't care anymore (as long as you don't mind)

Let them see , he's having the time of his life with the love of his life; he knows it comes with the job, the price of fame - cameras, paparazzis, gossip

If you're a celebrity like him, the first time they spotted you with him they thought you were just a fling to be forgotten or some wannabe social climber

But you were with each other the entire weekend and were seen with him even after - so they knew you guys were serious

The it couple, the fashionable couple who were always up to date with trends but were not blind followers either. You guys were trendsetters, not caring about gender labels on clothing, exchanging/sharing clothes that fans recognized from the past and during the shows when you were pictured together

Mix and match of designer wear, ready-to-wear, handpainted/custom pieces, thrift stores/department store clothing or even your plain walmart/target pieces alongside vintage just matched so well together but really showing how artsy and cultured of a couple you two were

He was very handsy with you, very confident with his PDA because he was as lucky and happy with his love life as in his career and he had nothing to be ashamed about

You both wanted to enjoy the night without being disturbed/bombarded as you weren't technically working but polite fans asking for photos (separately or even together with you both haha) here and there are pretty fun and they're chill so it's not a big deal and you all have fun

First night you decided to stay sober while he could go off the rails (at least with supervision or you and his friends/bodyguards) so he could let loose in a controlled environment lol

(whether you take dr*g$/dr!nk its up to you babes)

You never got to really know tim's team and his friends for a longer period of time than a single dinner with them so getting close to them this weekend was really fun too

"Bro we'll hang out with her more than you now byeee" they really liked seeing him with you and like you best out of all his exes (that they remember) so they treat you as one of their kind

Tim gets super happy seeing you included and getting along with his friends so naturally and having so much fun

Introducing you to Billie Eilish and The Weeknd, friends of his who've snuck you both in VIP

Billie jumped to hug you right as you were introduced to her, telling how she has heard so much about you and how she's finally met the person behind the name ksjds

You guys are like siblings right away same sense of humour and talking about how you met Timy (or even how you make music too and your processes and talking about it with Finneas as well and maybe a possible collab)

You've seen Abel perform but never had the chance to really get to know him personally; he was very welcoming and loved having you on the set with him

Abel always teased Timmy when he was going to bring his "special someone" that he was so lovestruck about

Heck Abel maybe even would love to have a music video with you starring in it or with both you and timmy too because he knows his magnetic songs deserve a magnitude like you and tim

Between the heat you always eat the finest, he'll always spoil you with the best food, and remind each other to stay hydrated in the hot ass desert ksjds

you feel like you're high on something/drunk on just the entire festival, on him by your side, his skin on yours, peppering kissing against where your neck and shoulder blades meet

He walks around coachella with your lipstick smeared all over him after a makeout session not so hidden well behind some bush where the tents where placed,

giggling around like lovesick teenagers who can't keep their hands off each other

Like that post-concert drop of the euphoria, when the adrenaline of like watching stages back to back/ the energy of the crowds/ fireworks,

you're both exhausted after a jampacked weekend but you wouldn't have it any other way <3

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

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pregnant-piggy · 1 year

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March

The Artist’s Muse series

Remus Lupin x reader

word count: 4.5k

summary: the onset of spring brings a few changes to Muses; Remus finishes his novel, you have to say goodbye to Timmy, and you realise something that turns your world upside down

warnings: death of a cat

It was a rare silent day in Muses as you sat behind the check-out desk, scrolling through your social media. It wasn’t usually this quiet but over time you had learned that once in a while, there’d be a day that very few people entered the store and you had the time to check your inventory and clean.

It also gave Remus the time to work on his novel. You had stuck to the promise you’d made on New Year’s Eve about not teasing him until he’d let you read his first draft, but you had encouraged—and sometimes forced—him to work on it. Partly because you were curious, mostly because he had been working so hard on it for so long and he deserved to have the final product in his hands and be proud of it.

You knew he was somewhere in his final chapters, but since he had started writing them he’d been awfully quiet about the whole matter and you were nearing the point of giving up waiting and instead spying to see where he was. And you almost did get up from your seat and barged into the office when Remus emerged in front of you.

Red cheeks, tired eyes, but a smile that could light up the entire room. His curls were a mess from running his hands through them, which you knew he did the entire time when he was thinking. He had rolled up his sleeves and you had a hard time not letting your eyes wander to his forearms.

“I’m done.”

“With the day?” you asked. “Because me too. I want to go home.”

But Remus shook his head full of gorgeous curls. “No. I’m done. I finished it.”

“What?” You dropped your phone, staring at Remus with wide eyes. Then you smiled widely. “You’ve finished it? You did it?”

Remus let out a disbelieving chuckle. “I did it.”

“You did it!” You jumped up and ran around the desk to throw your arms around him. “Rem, you did it!”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up, circling you in the air. Along with excitement, butterflies rushed through you and your cheeks blazed as you held on tight. When Remus put you down you lingered for a second, but he didn’t seem to notice.

You held your hand to your cheek as if to brush something away and felt your hot skin under your palm. This was very much not the first time it had happened and with the way you’d been feeling lately you guessed it also wouldn’t be the last time, but now you had the guise of excitement to hide behind. You shook the thoughts of and grinned at Remus.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were close to finishing?” you asked, giving him a weak push.

He caught your hand. “Wanted it to be a surprise.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you were pulled closer to Remus’ chest. “Well, it sure was surprising,” you said softly, gazing up into his light brown eyes.

You were highly aware of the close proximity. Of the fact that it would only take one movement to kiss him again like you kissed him on New Year’s Eve. There was a small voice in the back of your head telling you that it was wrong to have those thoughts but over the past months you’d learned that it was so much nicer to ignore that voice.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said.

“Don’t say that, love. You haven’t even read it yet.”

You shook your head. “I don’t need to read it to know I’m proud of you for finishing. Don’t make this smaller than it is, Rem. You should be proud of yourself, too.”

He considered your words for a moment, eyes lifting to a place over your head. Then he blinked and turned his gaze back to you. His eyes bore into yours and you were certain that your knees would buckle any moment.

“I am… proud of myself.” He smiled carefully. “Thank you.”

“Good.” Your hand was on his chest, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, and you felt his heartbeat through his jumper. It was fast and you wondered if he really struggled that much admitting he was proud of himself.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered all your strength and took a step back. There was nothing that you wanted more than to stay there in his arms for the rest of you day, or life, but you had to remind yourself that Remus was just your friend. And you didn’t want to make things awkward between you two.

“So,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “When do I get to read it?”

Remus’ hand dropped alongside his body as he let out an airy chuckle. He gestured to the office. “It’s all yours, love.”

- – - – -

You’d spend most of your night reading Remus’ novel and the rest of it crying over the story and your talented friend. Remus had told you about the plot years before and you’d been hearing him muse over it for years so you had known what the story was about and how it would end, but still it had been surprising. It moved you and whether that was the story itself, which was heart-breaking, or just holding the result of Remus’ hours and hours of effort and passion in your hands, you weren’t sure but you hadn’t been able to keep it dry.

Somehow it felt as if you knew Remus better now. Even when you believed that you already knew everything about him. He had been your best friend for almost eight years now and you had seen him go through ups and downs, had been by his side through his darkest times and his happiest moments, and had shared every single thought you had with him. You knew how he would react to things before he himself even knew. You could sense what he was thinking just by looking at him. And he knew you the same way. Remus was your person.

Yet, his writing was a part of him that he usually kept shielded from you. You’d read things of him before and you knew his behaviour while he was writing, but it was harder to you to get a sense of what was going through his head when he sat behind his laptop or with one of his thousand notebooks.

Reading his work now felt like stepping into his brain. You sensed his presence behind the words and characters, his emotions oozing out of the pages. It was Remus through and through, yet you saw how he had tried to keep himself out of the story. His characters were part of him but they were their own persons, with their own fears and desires. He had created them, yes, but it was as if they were living their own life in his story.

Words could not describe how proud you were of him. He had done this, actually done it. When you had teased him before it had always been because you knew that he could do it and you hated to see him doubt himself. But now he had finally started believing in himself and even though he wasn’t happy with the final result—you doubted he ever would be—at least he knew that he could do it.

When you opened the door of Muses he was sitting in one of the leather armchairs, a book in his lap but his gaze lost in the distance. For a minute you stood in the door opening and watched him. It was one of your favourite things to do. Just look at him. There was something about the way he moved that tall body that made you want to watch him for hours. When he put books on the shelves you couldn’t reach. When he tried to fold himself into a chair that was too small. When he was writing and forgot about the rest of the world. When he ranted to you about something new he had learned.

You wanted to be around for all the moments with him, for the rest of your life, and you’d be lying if you said that you just wanted to be friends. That ship had sailed. A long time ago, you figured. Now you were alone, lost at sea, so far gone that you were sure there was no way back.

“Rem?”

Remus tore his eyes from where he’d been staring and turned to you. You felt him watching you as you shrugged off your coat and hung it on the hook by the door. When you turned back you noticed the nerves on his face.

He had no idea what you thought of his story. You hadn’t called him after you had read it, because you didn’t want to do this over the phone.

He cleared his throat. “So…” He rubbed his palms on his trousers. “What, uh… What did you think?”

You looked at Remus and his nervous smile and frightful eyes. He was adorable.

“Rem,” you started and he sat a little straighter. “It was beautiful. I loved it.”

He stared at you for a minute, then let out a relieved sigh, and burst out in tears.

You were crouched next to him in a second, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as he buried his face in your neck and cried. Your body absorbed the shocks of his sobs and you held on a little tighter when you felt the tears through your shirt.

“Oh, my love,” you said softly. “You did such a great job. I am so so proud of you.”

You moved so you were sitting with Remus’ knees on either side of you. Carefully, you lifted his head from your neck and smiled at his teary face. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

“I hope they are happy tears,” you mumbled, brushing a curl from Remus’s face.

He nodded and chuckled watery. “Relieved tears.”

“We can deal with those,” you laughed.

“Thank you,” Remus said. “I know it’s not what you usually read, but—”

“Rem, I’d read anything you write. You know that.”

He sniffed. “That’s not true. You’ve never read my Star Wars fanfiction.”

You snorted. “And I intend to keep it that way. Right then, I’d read anything you write that doesn’t involve Luke Skywalker.”

“Wasn’t even about him,” Remus mumbled, but there was a light smile on his face.

“What I wanted to say,” you said, “before we dove into seventeen-year-old Remus’ cringe past, was that I genuinely think it’s good. I’m not just saying it because I’m your friend or think you’re cute. What you wrote is really good, Rem. Really fucking good.”

Remus blushed and smiled. “Thanks.” He sniffed and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his jumper.

“Gross,” you said and he pushed you away.

You nearly fell back to the floor but Remus caught you, his strong hands holding onto your waist. You looked up at him, heart thumping heavily. He was close and you could almost taste the cranberry vodka again. Why did he have to be so intoxicating?

“Thanks,” you muttered and slipped from his hands as you stood up. You squeezed your eyes and gave your head a little shake. “We’re celebrating tonight. I don’t care if you have other plans.”

Remus laughed. “You know I don’t,” he said. “And if I had I’d cancel them for you. You know that too.”

You swallowed thickly. “Hm, I do. I know very well you have no life.”

“Wow,” Remus said, placing a hand over his heart. “Why so cruel?”

“You’re going to be a famous author soon. Someone ought to keep you grounded.”

“Good thing I have you, then.”

You bit your lip, trying to find the huge grin that threatened to spread on your face. Remus’ gaze flickered down to your mouth and quickly back up, and you were sure your heart stopped for a moment. You let out a breath more trembling than you liked.

“Yup. All yours.”

- – - – -

In hindsight, you should have known something was going to ruin your day. Your morning had been near perfect; the sun had been shining when you woke up, the daffodils were in bloom, Sirius had your coffee ready when you stepped into Hot Stuff, you found out Muses had done great last month, and there was Remus, which was something wonderful in itself.

The morning in the store had been full enough to keep you busy and you hadn’t really paid attention to the ginger furball that entered somewhere in between restocking books and helping a mother pick a book for her teenage son. Timmy came and went whenever he liked so you didn’t even notice him entering anymore.

When Remus went out to get coffee after lunch, the store was empty for a moment and you sank down in one of the armchairs at the window. Timmy was lying on the windowsill, tucked between books, lounging in the early spring sunshine.

“Hey, buddy,” you said and reached out your hand to pet him. He didn’t move and that’s when you should have realised something was wrong, but you didn’t yet. Your mind was still occupied with the extra shipment of books you’d received and where you’d put them.

You frowned when you noticed Timmy wasn’t responding and got up from the chair. He was lying with his head turned to the window and you had to stand over him to take a look at him. “Timmy?”

Carefully you placed a hand on his belly and gave him a soft rub, but you already knew. There was nothing you could do. Tears filled your eyes and you slowly dropped to your knees, resting your head on the windowsill next to the cat.

That’s how Remus found you, with tears silently rolling down your cheeks while you stroked your hand over Timmy’s ginger fur.

“Love? What’s going on?”

You heard him move but you didn’t look up. Just kept stroking.

Then Remus suddenly crouched down behind you, his knee brushing your back. You finally looked up and found him looking at you with a worried expression. He followed your arm and when he saw the cat, the corners of his mouth sagged down and he let out a sigh.

“Oh love,” he said and wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

You leaned back and dropped your head on his shoulder. Remus was warm and you wished you could stay in his embrace forever. He rested his cheek atop your head and softly caressed your back.

Timmy hadn’t even been your cat. There had been weeks when you hadn’t even seen him and you’d wondered if he’d come back at all. But you’d always kept a bowl of water and food ready for him and the place on the windowsill was his spot.

You sat there with Remus for a few minutes, just staring at Timmy. It must have been a strange sight for anyone walking past Muses but you didn’t care.

After a while, Remus patted your arm and you leaned away from him to let him stand up. He offered you his hand.

“Come on, love.” He pulled you up and wiped the tears from your face. “We’ll bury him in my backyard, okay? We’ll ask James and Sirius to come and we’ll celebrate his life. How about that?”

Numbly, you nodded. Remus pushed you into the chair and gave you your coffee.

“It will be okay. He had the most beautiful year of his life, I’m sure.” Remus smiled at you. “I think all the other cats were jealous.”

You chuckled softly and gave Remus a little smile back. He relaxed visibly and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before he went back to work.

- – - – -

“I’ve never been to a funeral for a cat,” James said, legs on Remus’s coffee table. He shrugged. “It was nice.”

“I think ‘funeral’ is exaggerating what we just did,” Sirius laughed. “But if attending a cat-funeral is something on your bucket list I’ll let you have it.”

“As a matter of fact it is. Right in between attending a yacht-party and directing a film about two guys fighting crime and solving murders from their bakery. ”

“Seems oddly specific.”

James pursed his lips. “There might be some autobiographic elements to it, yes.”

You chuckled, sinking deeper into Remus’ side. After you had buried Timmy under the apple tree in Remus’ backyard you, him, James, and Sirius had settled in the living room. You were sitting next to Remus on the sofa—in one of his jumpers because you’d gotten cold outside—and James and Sirius were sitting opposite of you sending you conspiring glances as Remus pulled you closer against him.

You were doing much better than this afternoon and that was all thanks to Remus. If he hadn’t been there with his gorgeous smile and careful jokes and unwavering support, you didn’t think you’d have been able to smile at James’ jokes now.

And sitting next to him, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, his warmth more comfortable than a weighted blanket, his chuckle so deliciously deep that you felt it in your bones, there was a voice in your head that was getting louder and louder. It had been whispering for a while, trying to get your attention but, in all honesty, you had been too afraid to listen. Because Remus was your best friend. And the voice was telling you things you shouldn’t feel for a friend.

But since that New Year’s Eve party, since that kiss you couldn’t forget, the voice had been growing louder and now you couldn’t ignore it anymore. It was as if someone held their lips next to your head, screaming it in your ear.

You could no longer deny it; you were in love with Remus.

The man who had been your best friend for all those years, who had stood by your side as you’d grown up, who had given you the change to join him on the reckless adventure that was Muses. You had always known that you’d want Remus around for the rest of your life, but you had never allowed yourself to consider sharing it with him. Yet lately, with the simplest of things you found yourself wishing he was there with you, just so you could tell him about it or hear him laugh as you did something stupid. You were lucky enough to see him every day in Muses but you wanted more. You wanted him for the hours before and the hours after. You wanted him asleep next to you, brushing his teeth while you took a shower, making dinner with you and sitting at the dining table long after you’d finished eating, watching his lousy TV-shows while lying with his head in your lap. You wanted him for the earliest mornings and the latest night and every moment in between.

But you didn’t know what Remus thought of you. He was your best friend and sometimes, just sometimes, you wondered if maybe he felt the same way—when he stood so close or laughed so sweet or stared so long. When he called you ‘love’ and you had to strain every muscle in your body to not do something stupid like kiss him. However, other moments he pulled back from you, leaned away when you tried to reach out. He wouldn’t look at you or didn’t laugh at your jokes—which you knew were dumb but usually made him laugh anyway. You noticed the way he averted his eyes and bit back remarks.

Remus was a mystery.

One that gave your arm a little squeeze, asked “More tea, love?” and left you cold and alone on the sofa.

As soon as he was gone, Sirius and James turned to you with twin smirks.

“What?” you asked them, rubbing your face with the sleeve of Remus’s jumper. It wasn’t even late but all the emotions of the day had tired you. “Why are you doing that weird thing with your faces?”

James scowled but Sirius’ grin only grew wider. “Come on, darling,” he said. “You can’t hide it from us.”

You breath hitched. “Hide what?”

“It’s practically radiating off you.”

“What is?”

Sirius laughed. “Don’t start playing dumb now, darling. It’s not a good look on you.”

You squeezed your eyes at Sirius for a few seconds but then sighed. There was no point in denying it if they already knew. If anything, you should be glad you had someone to talk about this with.

“So how you holding up?” James asked, his expression turning from mischievous to sympathetic.

You glanced at the door Remus had left through. You could faintly hear the sound of water boiling from the kitchen and you knew that he could be back any moment now. You turned back and shook your head. “I’m about to throw myself down the stairs any day now. Maybe the thoughts will bounce right out of my head.”

James hissed and Sirius scrunched his nose. “That bad, huh?”

“I don’t know what to do, guys. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Have you considered… telling him?”

You snorted. “Yeah, sounds like a wonderful idea. ‘Hey Rem, I know this is totally out of the blue and you probably think I’m crazy and never want to see me again after this, but I’m in love with you. Just thought you should know.’ I’d rather actually throw myself down the stairs. Nothing good can come from that.”

“You’d be surprised.”

But you shook your head. “Keep them coming, guys. Let’s get all the bad ideas out first.”

The door of the living room opened and Remus walked in with a tray of tea. You froze, every part of your body going rigid, but Remus didn’t notice.

“What bad ideas?” he asked as he sat the tea down.

You looked at Sirius and James with wide eyes. But they smiled.

“James’ daft film idea,” Sirius said.

“Hey! It’s not that bad. I don’t see you coming up with something better!”

Remus sat down next to you and you forced yourself to relax a little. You glanced at his face but nothing told you he had overheard your conversation with Sirius and James and when he turned to you and raised his eyebrow at the debate that was going on in front of you, you concluded that he really hadn’t heard anything. You gave him a shrug and leaned back in the sofa, dropping your head back and closed your eyes. You let out a long sigh.

You felt Remus move closer before heard his voice ask, “Tired?”

“That depends.” You opened one eye to look at him. “Are you letting me crash here tonight?”

“Of course you can. You always can. You know that.”

“Will you make waffles in the morning?”

Remus laughed and that gorgeous smile came to his face. You wished you could kiss it. So badly.

“Please?” you begged, opening both eyes and pouting. “Your waffles are the best in the world. No one makes them like you. Surely you wouldn’t deny me the most delicious waffles on earth?”

Remus’ eyes flickered to your pout and back up and his smile wavered for a moment. But he pulled it back and said with a chuckle, “You’re impossible.”

“Long established. So where are we on the waffles?”

“I’ll—”

But you never got to know what Remus was going to say because at that moment his phone rang. He frowned, picked it up, and then his entire face pulled taut.

You immediately sat up. “Rem? Is everything alright?”

He blinked once, twice, and nodded. Cleared his throat. Said, “Yeah, I uh… I gotta take this.” Then he quickly left the room.

You turned to Sirius and James who had stopped their discussion and frowned.

“What was that?” Sirius asked.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t see who it was.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” James said. “Who would dare bother him at the wake of a cat’s funeral?”

You chuckled, but half-heartedly. Silence descended over the room as you waited for Remus to come back. Your hands were wrapped around the mug of tea, fingers burning because it was still too hot but you didn’t really feel it.

After what felt like hours, Remus stepped back into the room. There was a strange expression on his face and you couldn’t decipher it. You put your tea on the table and looked up.

“Are you okay, Rem?”

“Yeah. Yes. I’m—” He opened his mouth to continue but closed it again. He looked at you. “Remember when I told you about my neighbour?”

“Uh, do I?”

“The one who has a son who is an agent?”

“Oh, yes. You told her about your novel, gave her the first chapters to send to her son. Did he—?”

“He wants it.”

You were on your feet in a second. “What?”

“He wants to have it.” A big smile came to Remus’ face. “He wants to work on it with me. He is intrigued by the plot and would love to see what we can make of it.”

A high laugh slipped from your lips and you launched yourself at Remus, kissing his cheek and not even caring that it was more the corner of his mouth. Soon the living room was a chaos of congratulations and hugs and kisses and compliments. Remus had tears in his eyes as he accepted his friends’ praise, but his smile didn’t waver. Sirius said you needed champagne but Remus didn’t have any so you settled on sparkly apple juice in fancy glasses. Considering what had happened last time you’d had a flute of champagne in your hand, you didn’t complain.

“A toast!” James called, lifting his glass in the air. “To Remus, our creative mastermind!”

“Hear, hear!” Sirius said, clinking his glass with James’. “A skilled man, indeed!”

Remus raised his glass. “And to y/n! For standing by my side the entire time.” He turned to you. “Even if you were a relentless tease about it. I couldn’t have done it without you. Your support means everything to me.”

You flushed and gave Remus a thankful smile. Raising your glass, you said, “To Timmy!”

“To Timmy!”

Despite your tiredness you stayed up a long time, celebrating Remus’ success and plotting James’ film, until you fell asleep on Remus’ shoulder. Snug and warm against him, his arm tightly around you, you slept better than you had in weeks, and when you woke it was to the sight of Sirius and James spooning on the sofa and the scent of waffles from the kitchen.

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tea-bag

;fluff

I took a shower. I brushed my teeth. I washed my face. I applied my moisturizer. I applied my lip-balm. I followed my routine step by step.

I'm wearing a his hoodie and a pair of his boxers.

The AC is on.

It went from 2 to 4AM in twenty-minutes. I keep turning and tossing trying to fall asleep.

I can’t.

I’m not overthinking. My mind is blank.

I turn, placing my hand under my cold pillow. He’s asleep.

He’s slightly snorting, the comforter sliding down his naked chest.

I wish I could join him in his dreams. My eyelids are heavy and my eyes are burning.

I turn again.

I hear his breathing pattern change, I grimace hoping I didn't wake him.

His arms lace my waist, pressing me tight against him.

“ Y/n. ``His voice is heavy with sleep.

“ Mh? “ I entangle our legs while I hold his hand on my stomach.

“ Why can’t you sleep? “ he nuzzles his head in the crock of my neck, his curls tickling me slighting.

“ Just can’t. It’s frustrating me, I even took melatonin. “ I exhale.

He hums in understandment then he’s quiet for a while.

“ Tisane? “ he asks.

God, I love him. I nod.

He slowly let go of me and hopped off the bed. Quickly snatching a matching black hoodie to his sweats and slides into his slippers.

His curls peeking under the hood. I want to kiss him.

He strides to my side and turns on my side table lamp.

“ C’mhere, “ he slides off the comforter.

He scoops me up bridal style and we make our way down to the kitchen.

He places me on the island tool and I watch him turn on the kettle.

“ Is th- “

“ There’s water inside. “

“ How did ya’know I was gonna say that? '' I giggle.

“ Cuz you’re always on my ass about that, I don't get it. “ He grabs my favorite purple mug from the open cabinet.

“ Maybe because you almost burnt down the fucking kettle the other day? “

“ Ok that just.. never happened. “ he rolls his eyes, placing a tea bag in the mug.

“ I’m trying so hard to not make a tea-bagging joke right now. “ I lay my head on my crossed arms.

“ Shut up, i just woke up. “ he chuckles.

“ I’m sorry. ``I say.

He stops pouring the hot water and turns to stare at my forehead. “ What? “

“ I’m sorry I woke you, I feel bad. “

He turns back and finishes up the tea. “ I don’t think I heard you right. “

“ Tim, I'm serious. “

He hands me the mug. “ Drink this. “

“ Thank you, “ I kissed him. “ I love you. “

“ Me more,“ he sits in front of me, turning on his phone.

I watched him scroll through social media while I sipped on a very needed tea.

“ Babe, listen to this. “ He laughs.

He starts quoting a tweet.

“ And he slammed the door in my face, I felt so humiliated. Denis and the other person watched me as I ran. He heard me all those times I said hi. Timmy spoke to Denis with his headphones in. “

“ And that’s what she deserves for stalking my man! “

He turns off his phone and places it on the counter.

“ Nah for real, i saw her multiple times throughout the day and she just kept following me. Take a hint, i’m not about to take a fucking selfie in front of my building. “

“ Did the tweet get attention? “ I ask, curiously.

He shrugs. “ Just the usual group. I think it’s only gotten their attention. “

“ God bless they’re the only funny ones. You’re like a walking meme, “ I chuckle.

“ Which one? “ He asks, confused. I’m always associating him with memes.

“ ‘When twitters on yo bumper for some shit, but u ain’t even trippen’ “ i quote.

“ Yo! That's about to become my motto. “ He points out laughing.

“ Go uptown, New York City, “ i sing,

“ Bitch. “ We finish dragging out the word together in laughter.

I place the mug in the dishwasher and we finally make our way to bed. Spanking his ass on the way up.

We snuggle in between the sheets and I finally join him in his dreams.

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notjohnlegere · 2 years

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Heyy so all I want is arguing/angst and smut like maybe timothée is super toxic

I knew I had a request for this somewhere!

I’ve been wanting to do a little blurb on a Toxic!Timmy AU, just to test it out and see what you guys think. I feel like I should apologize in advance, I’m so used to writing real Timmy and having everyone tell me they love the accuracy.

So please please pleeaaaassseee let me know what you think of this style! It’s definitely not our actual boy, but it was fun to explore a completely different character.

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Toxic

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Toxic

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

alternate universe where timmy is toxic. if you like fics where timmy is portrayed accurately, this isn’t for you. angst. smut. he’s just a terrible person in this, really. part two.

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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“Why are you lying to me when the proof is right there?!” You shouted. You were furious, which was something that wasn’t uncommon in your house. Once again, your boyfriend had been caught, and you had to sit back as the whole world watched your embarrassment.

“I wasn’t out anywhere with her!” Timothée shouted. You had to admit, he was a convincing liar, but that didn’t change anything. “You’re crazy! Why are you always looking for something wrong with me?!”

“There’s videos of you kissing her!”

“That’s not me!”

“Then why is she wearing your clothes?!” Your voice broke. You were fighting everything in you not to cry. You knew every time you cried he won. He would say you were just too emotional or that you were on your period, then brush the problem to the side.

“More than one guy can’t own the same pair of shorts?!” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He said your name but it landed on foreign ears. “Maybe you should go spend the night with your friend.”

“Why? So you can bring her over here and fuck her in my bed? Haven’t disrespected me enough yet, Timothée?” You spat.

“I don’t-!” He bit his lip and slapped his hand against the drywall. “We need to be apart until you get over whatever psychotic episode you’re having. Do you really believe I’d cheat-“

“Yes.” You cut him off. “Yes I do. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes. Don’t be so naïve, the both of us know this isn’t the first time.”

“Woman-“ His tone was graced with warning.

“Go to hell.” With that said, you stormed out of the room. You finally let the hot tears spill down your cheeks.

“Why do you keep letting him treat you like this?” Your best friend, Naomi, asked. You had been at her house for a few hours now after you stormed out. She was always the one to pick up your broken pieces whenever you and Timothée fought, which lately was more often than not.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. You were just as much of a liar as he was, though. Because you did know. You knew exactly why you accepted the behavior. You leant your head onto her shoulder, you were both sitting on her couch.

“Then stop it.” She said. “Come move in with me and Isaac. You can take the extra room-“

“I can’t do that.” You replied, feeling the tears run down your cheeks again. “I can’t leave him.”

“Yes you can.” She reassured you. “There’s nothing stopping you but yourself. You can get out of there and be done with him.”

“I can’t, I love him.”

“A man like that doesn’t deserve your love.” Her voice was softer now, you knew she felt bad for you. You didn’t want her to feel bad. “All he does is use you. You do everything for him and then he turns around and cheats. He’s not gonna have any better than you. And he needs to see that.”

“But he can change. He wasn’t like this when we got together. He can go back to being my Timmy. The fame got to his head. He’s only twenty-“

“Stop making excuses for him. When you came in here you were furious and now you’re begging off.” She sighed. “If it is the fame that went to his head, then he needs to experience it. Leave his ass and let him actually realize how good he has it with you. Maybe it’ll knock some sense into him.”

“Maybe you’re right.” You sighed and bit your lip. “He won’t be home. I can go get my stuff and disappear tonight.”

“Do you want me or Isaac to come with you?”

“No.” You said. “I can go alone.”

You did just that. Late that night, around midnight, you snuck back to your shared apartment. Quietly you unlocked the door and slipped inside. He would be out with friends at an hour like this, so you knew he wouldn’t—

“Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Timothée!” You heard a loud shout and a moan. At that instant your heart dropped into your stomach like a rock.

You could hear the bed creaking, you could hear her moans, the worst part was you could hear his moans. The ones that used to be reserved for you and you only.

You held your chin up and walked down the hall anyway, avoiding looking into the room with the open door, and went straight to collect your things. The girl must’ve seen you walk by because she shouted.

“Oh god I think someone broke in!”

You walked into your room, grabbed your favorite duffel bag, and began shoving random things into it.

A few moments later you heard footsteps and a door slam. You flinched to the loud noise.

“What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you said you were going to-“

“I did. And I came back to get some of my stuff. Is that a crime?” You snapped back. You were out of emotion to offer him. He didn’t deserve your emotion.

“You should’ve called first.”

“Called first to walk into a place I pay half rent on? Don’t be ridiculous.” For the first time that evening you looked toward him. He stood there, leaning against the door, naked, dick still hard. You shivered, throwing your erotic thoughts to the back of your mind. Now is not the time.

Unfortunately, it was too late. He had seen your reaction.

“Ohhh.” He sauntered over to you, playfulness on his voice. “Mad at me, taking all her stuff, running away, but still can’t keep her eyes off my cock?”

You were silent.

“You know I love you.” He said softly, taking your chin in between his fingers. He made you look at him.

“Do I?” You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter, though. You had wanted him to say that for so long. All you had wanted was for him to love you.

“You do.” He said. Within an instant his lips were on yours.

“Get rid of her.” You mumbled when his lips touched yours. “Get rid of her and I’ll stay.”

“Give me five minutes.” He broke the kiss and exited the room.

While he was gone, you stared at the duffel bag in your hands. Maybe he was right.

Maybe you were just overreacting. What did it really matter if he fooled around with others sometimes? He always came back to you. He was completely in love with you, he was addicted to you. Nobody could ever give him what you do. Those other girls may have him for a moment, but you always got him in the end. He was yours, and that’s something they couldn’t take from you.

You smiled softly to yourself and dropped the duffel bag. Maybe he did love you all this time and you were just too dumb to see it.

You walked out of the room to be met with Timothée, who was on his way back to you. You both stopped in your tracks. You smiled at him and felt giddiness well up inside of you. Finally, you were getting what you wanted.

Crashing into his room, lips on each other’s, his hands on your body, the way it was supposed to be. It didn’t take long for him to strip you of your bottoms and push you onto your back on the bed. He entered you quickly and fully, which made a shout erupt from your throat.

His lips stayed attached to your neck and his hips slammed against yours fervently. You were completely blissed out, you were finally feeling his skin on yours again. It was something that you had wanted for so long.

“Move back in here.” He muttered against your neck. “Back into our room.” Your heart soared. You wanted nothing more than that. To be his again.

“Ooohhh- okay.” You said with a giggle on your lips. “Ooh, that feels so good, Timothée.”

“So fucking tight.” He muttered as his hands explored your body. “So perfect for me.”

When all was said and done, you lied next to him in bed for the first time in ages. You watched him light up a cigarette, a habit of his you hated, but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“I love you, Timothée.” You said. You snuggled your face into his ribs and felt comfortable. Sleep slowly began to take you over.

“I know.”

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