#timothee chalamet angst imagine

[lemon-boy-stan]

“BETTY”

summary: you dated timothee in highschool, but broke up with him after you found out he cheated on you at a house party. now, in 2022, you’re a famous influencer on instagram, and timothee hosts a party where you need an invitation, as a way to get your attention. the guards let you in.  genre: angst, fluff. pairing: timothee chalamet x reader. a/n: this is based on the song “betty” by taylor swift, so i suggest listening to it while reading! also, this took me really long as i wrote it over several days, so i hope you guys like it! warnings: swearing, sexual refrences, slight makeout scenes, loves-me-loves-me-not vibes, lots of pining. 

“betty, i won’t make assumptions about why you changed your homeroom, but i think it’s because of me / betty, one time i was riding on my skateboard and i passed your house, it’s like i couldn’t breathe / you heard the rumors from inez, you can’t believe a word she says / most times, but this time it was true / the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you”

FEBRUARY 2007, HIGHSCHOOL

The day they put you in the same class as your boyfriend, you were so happy that you couldn’t contain your emotions. It was your last year of highschool. Ever since you’d started dating Timmy, they never put you in the same class.

Sure, you’d have a few subjects together - art, maths, drama - but the only times you’d really get to hang out on campus were at break times, at recess and lunch. 

You’d called him as soon as you’d read the email, his face lighting up on the screen. “Can you believe it?” you threw your left hand up as you held your phone in the other hand, “I can’t believe it! They finally put us together! I'm actually excited to go to school for once!"

Timmy grinned and laughed at your enthusiasm before turning serious, making you frown as he pushed back his dark curls on his head. "Y/N," he spoke softly, "I need you to promise me something." and now you were frowning, too, "yeah? What is it, Tim?" and his face darkened as he choked out the words, "just. Just don't listen to anything that people say... about - about you, or - or about me... okay?" and your eyebrows furrowed together; you didn't think he was being serious, but you smiled, nodding, "okay! I promise."

Timothee sighed in relief before smiling again, “thank you. Okay, I love you, but I have to go. Do you want a ride to school?” you grinned before scowling, “not if it’s a ride on your stupid skateboard. I hate that thing.” and Timmy laughed, shaking his head, “no, I’ve learnt my lesson not to have two people on it. So, I’ll come pick you up soon. Okay, now I really have to go.” Then he turned to yell across his shoulder, “yeah, mum! I’m coming!” you giggled softly as the camera moved unstably and the screen cut to black.

You'd gotten dressed a lot faster than you usually did, making your mother surprised as she stood in the doorway of your room. "Hi, mum!" you grinned at her shocked face as you slid on a silver bracelet (you were always still in bed whenever she came to wake you up). 

Your mother frowned before laughing,  "good, you're awake and dressed. I was just going to yell at you to hurry up. There's a Timothee waiting outside for you." you rolled your eyes, "mum, you've known him since he was five." and your mum shrugged, "yes, but ever since he's started dating you I just don't trust him." You scowled before huffing, "Well, I do." and your mother smiled, moving to the side so that you could get through,  "you'd better get going, you don't want to be late on your first day." you grinned, "okay!" before. running up to the front door, nearly hitting the flower vase as you swung it open.

"Timmy!" Timothee laughed again as you burrowed into him. "Hi," he said softly, "hi, I love you." he spoke the words softly and inhaled your scent, making you smile into his black sweater, "I love you, too."  Timmy stroked your hair softly before taking your hand, "come on, let's go."

You didn't like to go on your phone in your boyfriend's car (he'd put the playlists of both your favourite songs on the radio and you'd sing your hearts out the entire drive) but as your phone buzzed, you couldn't help but look down at the message.

First of all, it was a completely random  message, from a completely random person on MySpace. Well, not someone completely random. The girl's name was Rachel, from the popular group at school. She was known for spreading a lot of rumours, so you were kind of scared as to why she, of all people, was talking to you.

princessrachell7: did he tell you yet?

You frowned at your  screen, typing back: "did who tell me what?" and three little dots appeared on the screen as Rachel typed: "did your boyfriend tell you about what happened at Isabel's party?" and now you were frowning even deeper as you wrote back, "no." and princessrachel17 said, "Well, i slept with him. We were kind of drunk. sorry ha ha" but she didn't sound sorry as you stared at your screen and your eyes filled with tears.

Timothee's car jerked forwards violently and he swore loudly at someone on the road before turning to you, "sorry about that. Someone just stopped and - hey. Hey, are you okay? Baby? What's wrong, sweetheart?" half of his attention was on you, another half on the road, but you knew that his thoughts were in another dimension. "Timmy," your throat was dry and your sight was  watery, "I need you to be serious with me." and he took your hand, turning down the music, "yeah, of course. What's wrong?" he'd arrived at school, but he'd stopped the car so the two of you could talk. You knew that people were watching, but people were always watching the pretty boy and the ugly girl.

The words finally came out as the tears began to spill, "Timmy. Did you. Rachel said - she told me on - on MySpace - that you - did you and Rachel sleep together at Isabel's party?" the last few words came out as a jumbled sentence, but you were positive that Timothee had heard it, and that it was true. Because otherwise, why would his face be slack, and why would he look like he'd seen a ghost?

Timothee went quiet, letting go of your hand as the tears fell from your cheeks. "Y/N," he began, in that tone that you knew was going to start an argument, in the tone he always used at the start of an argument, "please. Just listen. I swear..." he sighed heavily, "I swear I didn't mean to. I just... I drank a lot, and she was pretty... but she’s nothing compared to you. Please, can we please just talk about this?”

You narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips, “fine. If you want to ‘talk about it’, we can talk about it. So, how was she?” and Timothee sighed again, this time putting his head in his hands, his dark curls shaking. “I told you,” he said finally, “I don’t know. She was different, I guess -” different. The word stung. “Oh, yeah?” you brushed away a strand of your hair, “how different?” and Timmy sighed again, “I don’t know, but I know it wasn’t the same as you.” 

It was a nice sentiment, but you didn’t care. You were still upset, and you were still hurt. You rose up, forcing the tears to stop, slamming his father’s car door open, ripping off the silver Tiffany bracelet from your wrist, making Timothee flinch as you threw the birthday present on the leather seats of his car, the bangle dropping to the floor with a clatter. There were seven charms on the bracelet - seven charms, for the years you’d known him, two of them were special, because they represented the years you'd dated him, but the bracelet didn't matter anymore. You wouldn't be needing any more charms on it.

You slammed the door shut as you left, ignoring his pleading calls for you to return. You held your head high, walking as fast as you could in the black stilettos that your boyfriend had said looked pretty on you. You kept walking and walking until your foot twisted on the uneven road. You tried to get up, but you couldn't, and you were so glad that no one was around to see you fall. Everyone was in class.

Well, almost everyone.

Timothee ran out of the car as soon as he saw you fall and heard you cry out in pain. He wished he could be by your side sooner, but he got there as fast as he could. Timothee pulled you into his arms and sushed you as you cried, gently rubbing your ankle.

Normally, you would've continued to let him comfort you, continued to drown in his grasp... but today, you didn't. Because today, he wasn't your boyfriend anymore, and he wasn't your best friend, either. Today, he was just a guy who'd cheated on you; a complete stranger.

Even though you were in pain, you pushed Timothee away and shoved him off. You ignored your ankle, just like how you ignored the distraught expression on his face.

Even though you were stubborn and tried your best to pretend that he wasn't there, Timothee was persistent. "Y/N," he called after you, "Y/N, wait, come back! Where are you going?" and you whirled around at him, tears spilling from your eyes furiously as you glared at him, "to change my homeroom." the words stung, but they didn't sting as badly as seeing you in so much pain stung.

Timothee sighed softly, watching as you walked out of his life.

"but if i showed up at your party, would you have me, would you want me? / would you tell me to go fuck myself or lead me to the garden? / in the garden / would you trust me / if i told you / it was just a summer thing? / i'm only seventeen / i don't know anything / but i know i miss you."

MARCH 2007, HIGHSCHOOL

It had been a month since you'd broken up with Timothee. You dropped out of drama, and changed the subject to another creative arts elective, media, where you learnt how to make films and movies. The lessons took your mind off things for a while; as did your friends, who supported you and became extremely anti-Timothee, making jokes about him and calling him names like ‘Traitor Tim’ or ‘Hell Hal’, after his middle name.

They even made you feel excited about your birthday, which was kind of funny, because you’d thought the thing you would dread the most was your birthday, seeing as Timothee had kissed you on the date two years ago, but as it began to get closer, you were beginning to feel just a little bit better. 

Your birthday was on a Thursday this year, and your friends were planning the party with you. You shook your head as they discussed it over recess. “I’m not inviting him, Claire! I don’t want to see him on my birthday.” Claire rolled her eyes but sighed, “okay, fine.” but your other friend, Eliza, shook her head; “no, you should invite him. Everyone else is invited, even Rachel. I would hate to be in his position.” so you sighed, “fine, whatever.” you hastily put the envelope back in the pile.

Timothee had found out about the party before retrieving the invitation from his mailbox. His new girlfriend, Rachel, had texted him about it. 

Rachel was kind of like Timothee’s rebound girl, but he wasn’t sure if he saw her as a girlfriend. He knew that Rachel saw him as a boyfriend, but even when they had sex together, Timothee just didn’t feel anything special. 

He didn’t want to date Rachel anymore. He wanted to go to Y/N’s party, to see how she was doing, but he wasn’t sure if Y/N even wanted him there in the first place. He’d been cut off by her family, completely exiled. He always knew Y/N’s mother didn’t like him, but her dad had always liked him. Now they all hated him - over a stupid, drunken mistake.

Timothee groaned as he threw the invitation across the room, the room which still smelt of Y/N, which still reminded him of Y/N. 

He had so many of her things in here: the silver bracelet, the expensive Tiffany bracelet he’d gotten her for her fifteenth birthday, the DIY photo album full of polaroid photos she’d made for him for Christmas, the photo from when they were kids and the same photo they’d re-made last year on the shelf right next to it, another photo of them when they were five, sitting on Santa’s lap, another photo from a New Year’s Eve party, where he used the night as an excuse to kiss her for the very first time... the list was endless, and it wasn’t full of just photos.

Timothee groaned again, throwing his head up, fisting his curls frustratedly, “fuck.” because he was still in love with her, he knew that now. Why else wouldn’t he have any feelings for Rachel? Why else wouldn’t he have chucked all of Y/N’s things away already? That’s exactly why you can’t go to her party, Timothee thought to himself, because you’ll just make things worse.

“betty, i know where it all went wrong / your favourite song was playing from / the far side of the gym / i was nowhere to be found / i hate the crowds / you know that / plus, i saw you dance with him / you heard the rumors from inez, you can’t believe a word she says / most times / but this time / it was true / the worst thing that i ever did / was what i did to you.”

APRIL 2007, THE HOMECOMING DANCE, HIGHSCHOOL

Timothee still couldn’t believe what Rachel had told him. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to believe it: that Y/N, his Y/N, had a boyfriend. A different boyfriend, a boyfriend who wasn’t him. The rumor was that they’d met at her part-time job, and he had just graduated from school. The only reason that Timothee had gone to the dance this year was because he’d found out that Y/N was taking her new boyfriend as her date.

You smiled softly, pulling Adam close to you. Adam Park was a pretty boy with dark hair, pale skin, and green eyes. His father was Korean, and his mother was Italian. Adam was sweet and kind, tall and smart. He was funny, too. Your friends made fun of you because he was almost exactly like Timothee, except that his hair wasn’t curly. 

Okay, so maybe Adam was a rebound. Maybe you were hoping to run into Timothee “accidentally”, to show off your new handsome boyfriend, just like how Timothee had started dating Rachel a few months ago after you’d broken up with him, but you doubted that Timothee would even make an appearance. The only year you’d ever seen him at a dance was the year you’d started dating him. Timothee never went to these dances, because he despised the large crowds of people. Rachel was here, but she didn’t have a date.

You tried not to sound so disappointed as Adam brought you over to the dance floor. It’s my favourite song, you thought to yourself, I should try to smile. So you smiled as you let Adam sway you to the beat of the music... but then time stopped. Not because Adam was going to kiss you, but because Timothee had decided to show his face at the dance. He had moved to a corner, and was trying to blend in to the colours of the gym’s walls, earphones in. Even though he was just wearing a dark hoodie, you could spot him anywhere.

And then time moved again. Your heart became cold, and your eyes narrowed, even as you smiled. You didn’t feel sad anymore. You felt like a bitch. And bitches, well... they kissed guys in front of their ex boyfriends, just to make them jealous. Because sometimes, they still loved their ex boyfriends. 

Timothee blinked as he saw Y/N pull Adam close, a smile on her face. He frowned, because he knew that it wasn’t a real smile. This was a fake smile, a smile that was pursed as it reached her ears. This was a smile that was forced. This was a smile - Timothee flinched as time itself stopped. Not because he’d seem something scary, but because he’d seen something painful. Because he’d seen her kiss him. Y/N kissed Adam, her new boyfriend, a boyfriend who she didn’t even look in love with. 

As Timothee slunk away from the party, retreating back to his house and into  his bedroom, tears began to swell up in his eyes. Why did she kiss him? Why did she kiss him? Why did she - CRASH. There was blood on Timothee’s hands. He looked down at the floor, where shards of glass lay scattered and broken on the ground, the picture frame that had been holding the Santa photo shattered on the carpet. Timothee stared at the photograph before sliding down against his bookshelf and sobbing, his head shoved into his hands, the blood, sweat, and tears dripping down his clothes.

“you heard the rumors from inez / you can’t believe a word she says / most times / but this time it was true / the worst thing that i ever did / was what i did to you / but if i showed up at your party / would you have me / would you want me / would you tell me to go fuck myself / or lead me to the garden? / in the garden / would you trust me / if i told you / it was just a summer thing / i’m only seventeen / i don’t know anything / but i know i miss you / i was walking home / on broken cobblestones / just thinking of you / when she pulled through / like a figment of / my worst intentions / she said, “james, get in,” / “let’s drive,” / those days turned in / to nights / slept / next to her / but / i dreamt of you / all summer long.”

MAY 2007, HIGHSCHOOL

Timothee walked on the road back home, listening to yn's playlist on his new l-Pod, his girlfriend's red bug screeching over to the curve.

"Timmy!" he hated the way she said his name. Rachel smiled at him, her blonde, whispy hair blowing out the window as she lifted her sunglasses, her green eyes blinding him. "What are you walking for? Come on, babe! Let's go somewhere!"

Babe, thought Timothee bitterly to himself, that's what Y/N used to call me before you came along. But he got in anyway, and as he took out his earphones, with Rachel's car playing an indie mixtape, Timothee forgot about everything bad that had happened.

Soon, he and Rachel had crashed their lips together, their bodies tangling under the hot Summer sun. But as Rachel squirmed beneath him, Timothee didn't see her at all. He saw Y/N, the entire time.

"betty, i'm here on your doorstep / and i've planned it out for years now / but it's finally sinking in / betty, right now / is the last time / i can dream about / what happens when / you see my face again / the only thing / i wanna do / is make it up to you."

JANUARY 2022, PRESENT DAY

Timothee was sure that you'd forgotten about him by now, but he definetly hadn't forgotten about you.

It was a warm day, and he was back in New York, and was outside your apartment at the buzzer on the doorstep. There were people staring at him, but he didn’t care. There were always people staring at him. His agent had found your address. Ever since he’d seen you in an interview (you were a well-known social media influencer), Timothee had fallen in love with you.

He watched all of your videos and all your interviews. He never missed a single post on social media, although he secretly hoped that you didn’t know that he was following your accounts, because he was pretty sure you hated him.

It had been nine years since he’d seen you, nine years since you’d broken up with him and moved houses, changing schools completely. It was his fault, he knew that now. It was his fault that you’d shut him off, and his fault that he didn’t have you in his life anymore. He’d spent nine years without you, and he was a mess.

He tried to imagine what would happen if you let him up. Would you start to cry? Would you yell at him? Would you throw something at him and tell him to fuck off? Would you panic? Or would you be happy that he was there? Would you smile and cry and say you loved him? Or would you slam the door in his face? 

Timothee shook his head, exhaling shakily before turning away. Then he left, walking anywhere his feet would take him. 

You stared out the window, looking down at the boy with curly dark hair. You knew who he was. Hell, everyone knew who he was. Timothee Chalamet. A famous actor, a famous award-winning actor. People knew him, but they didn’t know him like you did. They didn’t know the sad boy who would always be happy for you, the boy who loved you better than you loved yourself. 

But he was also the boy who left you, the boy who chose someone else over you. And yet here he was, standing outside your apartment, a bundle of flowers in his hand. A bundle of your favourite flowers, although you didn't know how he'd still remembered. Then again, he'd never missed a single of your posts, so of course he remembered.

But then you saw him leave, saw him walk away, taking the flowers with him, keeping his head low. And you didn't mean to, but you began to cry, shoulders shaking as the tears fell from your cheeks.

"the only thing / i wanna do / is make it up / to you. / so i showed up at your party / yeah, i showed up at your party / will you have me? / will you love me?"

Timothee sighed heavily, scrolling through his Instagram feed. It was you. He knew that now. It had always been you, you and never Rachel. He looked at you, smiling up at the screen, a puppy in your arms.

It was a black and white Pomeranian, and his name was Christopher. Timothee had always said Christopher was a stupid name for a dog. That was probably why you called it that, though Timothee doubted that you either cared about or remembered him anymore.

He'd bumped into you at the coffee shop down the road. You'd known who he was, but it didn't appear that you'd remembered who he was. Timothee wasn't so sure. In highschool, you had an incredible memory, always being able to remember facts and things other people said. You could memorize song lyrics, movie lines, and even the things from your childhood that most people would forget.

He was positive that surely you remembered something about him - or you pretended not to know him. He knew you weren't following his Instagram, but you were only following three people.

But today, after the puppy interview, he knew he needed to get your attention; he just couldn't figure out how.

Timothee sighed again, staring at your Instagram profile. Another post caught his eye, an older post. You were at a gala, partying with your friends in a big ballroom. And Timothee smiled. That was how he was going to get your attention.

After seeing him in the coffee shop, you wanted to pretend that you didn't care about him. That you didn't know who he was. Hell, you'd spent nine years pretending he didn't exist, even though a you'd seen his face all over the internet.

But now you'd seen him again, in real life, not in an article or movie trailer. And it did things to your heart you never wanted it to do. You started remembering things you'd thought you'd forgotten, things you'd forced yourself to forget... the good and the bad things, the small and the big things.

You searched for him in your followers to get your facts right. Not about who he was, but if he knew who you were, if he remembered who you were. You watched all his interviews. You watched all his movies, even though you'd always avoided watching them in the past.

You started listening to his music again, on the old I-Pod you'd stolen from him, which was the only thing of his you still had. You checked his posts every day even though you didn't follow him. He didn't post much.

That was when your phone went off - as you lay in your bed, eating pretzels and apple sauce, watching one of his latest movies, Dune. It was an Instagram notification. You had a thousand more followers than you'd had yesterday, and three texts from your friend Claire.

Christopher sat at the foot of your bed, whining as you paused the film, almost as if he didn't want Timothee to go. You cocked your head, "I'm just replying to Claire," but the Pomeranian huffed like he didn't believe you.

It appeared that Claire was freaking out. She'd sent a video link and two other texts, "THE PUPPIES ARE SO CUTE." and then, "HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU? OH MY GOD SO JEALOUS WHAT" it was the second text that caught you off-guard, causing you to click on the video link, a Buzzfeed interview.

He was pretty. His dark curls fell into place all over his pale, almost porcelain skin, dark eyes glinting mischievously. You were paying more attention to the movie than the interview, but then he said something that made you look back down.

Timothee unfolded the piece of paper as he played with the three baby Labradors. He looked at it and said, "celebrity crush? Oh, I'm not too sure. I mean, I guess if I had to choose, I'd say maybe Y/N. No, I don't know her that well, but I've seen her stuff and I think she's got a nice personality. Also, I guess... she's kind of cute?" then he talked to the puppies and moved on to another question.

And Claire sent you another text. "OH MY GOD. MY PRODUCTION TEAM JUST TOLD ME. YOUR BF'S THROWING A MASSIVE PARTY. VERY EXCLUSIVE. YOU SHOULD GO!" you thought that maybe, just maybe, the party was a coincidence. It was probably another cast party for Dune.

But then again, said the little voice in your head, what if it wasn't?

The same entity that spoke in your head made your fingers move unwillingly, replying to Claire's message in a way that you didn't want to. "OMG! MAYBE I WILL GO. Can you send me the details?" and Claire replied just as enthusiastically as she had texted you, "yes, of course, babes! Go get your man."

And suddenly you regretted replying to Claire.

"will you kiss me on the porch / in front of all your stupid friends / if you kiss me / will it be just like i dreamed it? / will it patch your broken wings? / i'm only seventeen / i don't know anything / but i know i miss you."

It was finally Friday. The guests began to arrive at midnight. Timothee didn't really like parties, but he knew Y/N did. Hopefully, word had spread, and hopefully, she would show up.

But it was almost two o'clock now, and the party ended at three. He'd asked security to tell him if she came, but obviously she hadn't.

It'd taken you at least three hours to get ready, only ten minutes to get there, and of course, you were late.

You spent another six minutes in your car outside the function, pretending to fix your lashes, while you were actually worying if you should go or not.

At two thirty you got your shit together. There were guards outside the function area, and you'd only realised they were talking to you the second time they'd adressed you. "Miss, if you don't have an invitation we need to see some ID. If you could just tell us your name and show us your card we'd be happy to let you in. The host is more than accepting of certain - Miss, are you sure you're alright?"

"Oh," you blinked, having seen Timothee looking out the window of the second floor; his back was turned but it was definetley him, "oh, right. Sorry. My name... Y/N. Here..." you fumbled to get your ID, your nails a bit too long to function with. Finally, you got the clasp open, sliding the card out from your wallet.

The guards examined it for a while before exchanging glances. One of them went into the building and the other two stepped aside. There was still that doubtful feeling where you would never accept how successful you'd become. "Enjoy the party."

The formalities of the The evening had long gone disappeared. The big chandelier from the ceiling glittered like a kaleidoscope as the expensive people as the expensive people swayed to the beat of the music, feasting on small portions of finger foods.

Normally you would join them all on the dance floor, but this time you didn't. You knew Timothee hated parties. It was another reason you went; he knew you liked them. In highschool, Timothee always threw big parties for your birthday but hated when you threw parties for his birthday. Even the night with Rachel, you'd learnt he was at her party as a chaperone for his friends. One of his other friends ended up being the designated driver that night.

Timothee had escaped to the balcony. It was too loud downstairs, and there were too many bright lights. He was scrolling through his phone when one of theguards approached him. Timothee sighed, "it's fine if something's broken. No one's sick, are they?" and the guard shook his head. "It's Y/N. She's here."

Timothee's stomach flipped, "where?" following the guard down the stairs. There were two sets of staircases. One on the left side of the ballroom, and the other on the right. You'd seen Timothee on the left side of the second story, so you made your way over to that staircase, but you couldn't find him anywhere. As you made your way back down, doubt began to settle in your body.

Maybe your friend had gotten it wrong. Maybe it wasn't even Timothee's party to begin with. Or maybe it was his party, but he'd gotten his PR team to host it and was actually just chilling at home, eating pretzels in applesauce and laughing at how stupid you were to actually believe him. You shouldn't have taken him seriously. Not the guy who'd cheated on you....

"Y/N." his voice cut through your heart. You didn't even have to see him to know who he was. You knew just from the way he said your name. You'd told yourself you would forget it, and yet here you were, falling deep into every syllable. His name escaped softly from your mouth as you looked up to meet his eyes, stepping down so you were at his level. "Timothee."

You tried to look away, but he pulled you gently towards him. And you knew it was coming, but you were still shocked as he pressed his lips against yours, the action sending tears down your cheeks. He gripped you tight as if he were afraid you might break, would he ever let go. "I'm sorry," he said finally, "I love you." and you put your head into his neck, "I love you too."

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SHE WAS LIKE A SHOT OF EPRESSO

pairing. tom blyth x actress!fem!reader (mentions of other actors x fem!reader platonically)

summary. in which you are the epitome of sunshine and radiance within your co stars OR all the times your co stars have talked interviewers’ ears off about you

installment of this au | read for context!

Time 1: Tom Blyth

“How’s Y/N as a cast mate?”

That question shouldn’t make Tom Blyth smile that wide — but he does — because he’s so utterly and unconditionally inlove with you.

“Oh gosh, I wouldn’t even know where to start,” Tom begins. “As her boyfriend, I think I’m being pretty biased when I say this, but Y/N Avocot as a cast mate has honestly been the best experience of my life. There has not been a day where she doesn’t make me laugh so hard that my ribs start hurting, and there hasn’t been a day where she hasn’t made me smile.” He pauses for a moment, pondering the next words to say.

“Y/N’s just that type of person, you know? She’s like the warm sunlight that engulfs you every morning you open your curtains, she’s like that newly brewed coffee that helps hydrate and bring you back to life. She’s everything.” And he says this in such a loving manner that the interviewer practically awes, the cameraman zooming the camera to show Tom’s dilated pupil.

“Your pupils are dilated!” The interviewer mentions, laughing as she points towards his eyes.

“Oxytocin is a warm hormone that’s released when you talk about someone you love,” Tom shrugs. “All my friends say my pupils dilate when I’m near Y/N, that’s just the effect she has on people.”

“Well there it is folks! Tom Blyth is truly inlove with Y/N Avocot!”

Time 2: Sean Kaufman and Lola Tung

It was an interview discussing the new season of The Summer I Turned Pretty, and it consisted of Sean and Lola who’s schedules were the only ones that were open that day.

“Guys! We’re so happy to have you today,” the interviewer starts.

“Why thank you,” Lola smiles brightly into the camera, smoothing out her dress.

“So obviously, this season is very important to the plot, it contains so much new exciting storylines including Sean’s character, Steven Conklin, and Y/N’s character, Ella!”

“Yes,” Sean laughs, his eyes crinkling. “It was very fun filming the scenes with Y/N, she’s like that little rush of happiness that you just wanna keep inside a jar.”

“Actually!” Lola speaks up, crossing one leg over the other as she leans forward to the interviewer. “Now that Sean’s mentioning it, Y/N really is a rush of happiness. God, everyday on set, I always think ‘I’m gonna probably have to say my lines over a thousand times and be tired by the time I’m done’ but Y/N comes right in, and she’s always making funny faces behind the director which just fills my heart with joy and it’s those little moments that make acting really worth it you know? Like even though I’m dying re filming the same scene over and over again — I know that Y/N’s always going to cheer me up by the end of it.”

“Wow,” the interviewer laughs. “I haven’t even asked you guys about Y/N yet but she seems to be very loved by the crew.”

“Oh yeah,” Sean nods. “Everyone filming loves her. I mean, how could you not?”

And the interviewer thinks the same question, because after interviewing Tom Blyth, she really believes that you really cannot not love Y/N Avocot.

Time 3: Timothee Chalamet

“Timo!” The interviewer greets Timothee excitedly, moving the chair so he could sit.

“Jacob! My favorite interviewer,” and maybe Timothee’s lying, because he’s seen about a million interviewers by now, but it makes Jacob smile, not so much hating his job anymore.

“Your new movie, Miracles in Love, can you tell me more about that?”

“Yes,” Timothee takes a deep breath. “It’s about a boy and girl in their early twenties figuring out what they wanna be in life. My character, Louie Marcel, falls inlove with my co star — Y/N’s character — Maeve Jones after they bump into each other at the bar and talk about how depressing their lives are. It’s pretty funny, y’know. How easy it was to film with Y/N, in fact, it came all naturally.” Timothee pauses, a small smile playing on his lips.

“When you say naturally, what exactly do you mean by that?”

“Oh you know Jacob,” Timothee grins. “It’s easy to fall inlove with Y/N Avocot. She’s a remarkable actress, and everything that I filmed with her feels so real that it feels like I’m really Louie and I’m really falling inlove with a girl named Maeve at the local bar near my university.”

“Oh wow,” Jacob, the interviewer, can’t help but gush at Timothee’s endearing statement. “You must be very good friends.”

“Us? Of course!” He laughs as if it was one of the funniest statements on earth. “I’m really good friends with her boyfriend too, Tom. They’re honestly the sweetest couple, don’t know if I’m inlove with him or her. Maybe both,” he jokes.

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user1 literally like how do you not cry when you’re being called a literal rush of happiness

user2 lola and sean being so excited to talk about her even though the interviewer didn’t start the interview yet 😭

user3 shows that yn is rly a good person

timotheesgf YN AVOCOT LET ME BE YOU PLEASEEEE LOOK AT HOW TIMOTHEE TALKS ABT HER GOD LIFE IS NOT FAIR

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user4 “it’s easy to fall inlove with yn avocot” FUCKKKKK

user5 “everything I filmed with her feels so real” oh tom and kylie are punching the air rn

user9 she must’ve saved a planet in her past life cause..

user10 same energy as “she was like a shot of espresso” 😭😭😭😔😔😔

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[robarazzii]

he wants to be regulus black so bad🙄🙄😌

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[hamlets-ak]

pygmalion and galatea ༊*·˚

༘♡ do you have sinful thoughts sometimes?

in which regulus is a painter and you are his muse

*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, first time, consent

Your eyes were fixed on him and couldn't look away.

Regulus had the face of Apollo. Sharp yet smooth features with soft curves, plump reddish lips, and a slim straight nose with a little bump on it. His seemingly tired eyes were like the sky on a winter's day, rounder on the outside, corners pointing downwards.

Everything on him was so balanced and symmetric, even the curls that were spread messily around him. Watching the hair fall on top of his forehead, covering his eyes, made you want to just extend your hand to brush it off, and lovingly pull it behind his ear.

He glanced up at you for a few moments at the feeling of your persistent stare, causing your eyes to move to the window behind him immediately. You gulped embarrassed that for only a second or two, he caught you darting him. You heard a smile forming on his face as he turned back to his canvas.

You had been working with Regulus for quite a while. He was laconic, only saying what was necessary to be said, nothing more, nothing less. However, your curiosity had forced you to spend hours and hours just examining him. You had learned every move of his by heart.

When he didn't like something he curled up his nose in discomfort. When he didn't like your pose or wanted you to fix your posture, he was biting his lips while quickly exchanging glances between you and the canvas. When he was running his hands through his hair, you knew you were done for the day. He didn't need to say a word and you understood immediately what he meant.

His gaze moved back to you and his eyes stayed there for longer than you expected. Without knowing he was still looking at you, you dared to glance at him. He smiled watching you hold your breath and lightly shook his head at the irony of your timidness.

The dark candlelit room was exhaling an erotic air. The trembling orange glow was softly hugging the curves of your body, as you were laid naked on a couch only a few meters away from him; your head balanced on your left hand that was on top of your right one, both placed on the arm of the couch, as your body was spread sideways; your right thigh on top of your left that was lightly extended to the front, creating shadows that were hiding your secret spots.

You had posed for many artists in the past but Regulus was the only one able to bring you self-consciousness. He made you feel vulnerable in front of him and incredibly nervous. Little did you know to Regulus you were the most beautiful muse that existed. He was in love with you just like Pygmalion was in love with Galatea.

Because of you, he was living in a constant contradiction. He wanted to look at you all day every day, but at the same time, he couldn't wait for you to leave so he could relax himself at the thought of your free body laying on his couch.

The secret to not revealing his feelings for you was to not speak and not look at you. But that day maybe it was the lust in the atmosphere, maybe it was your pose, maybe it was your siren stare, but he felt extremely bold and decided to play along.

You watched his Adam's apple rising and falling as he maneuvered his hips to the seat. You gulped and your lips separated at the view of his pants getting tighter. Regulus' grip on his pencil got harder, so tight almost able to break it in half. His eyes were sealed shut. Looking at him like that you couldn't help but press your legs together. You needed him right at that moment. As if Regulus heard your prayers, he looked at you, eyes dark by shadows, and let the pencil fall to the ground. You repositioned yourself, as you turned your head to the large windows on the side. He was the one with the huge bulge between his legs but somehow you ended up feeling completely ashamed because you just happened to look at him.

You heard the sound of the chair against the wooden floor and then slow steps towards you. You gulped, as you turned around only to see Regulus standing right in front of you, crouched to meet your height.

Your lips separated releasing hot breaths. Heartbeat became unsteady when his dirty palm touched your cheek, leaving red stains of paint behind it. He held you, his thumb trailing all the way up until it reached your ear, as his other fingers hugged the side of your neck.

His head leaned close and eyes moved from your sparkling stare to your soft lips. With forehead almost touching forehead and tasting the other's breath, you tented your neck closing the gap between you. Your hand moved to his wrist, fingers wrapped kindly around his pulse.

Regulus tied both hands on the back of your neck lightly standing up and sitting on the couch beside you, then leaning his body against yours.

His lips were silky and felt like you were touching clouds. You let his hand free run down the line between your chest and find his way to the curve of your waist, coloring you as he swam down your body.

You gasped hard at his arm that traveled back on your breast, your nipple captive of his pale fingers. Regulus' breath was coming out in flustered pants. His lips moved to your jaw, kissing tenderly your neck and then down your collarbones, ending on your chest. You could feel his sweaty hair caressing your skin. You moaned pulling his curls behind, holding them out of his face, while he was licking, lightly sucking your nipples.

He smiled as he kissed your belly and you breathed out shakily watching the way his grey eyes were fixed on you. He moved lower and lower until he ran his tongue on your pubic hair, his hands rubbing both sides of your outer thighs and then your buttocks.

You chuckled at him, your little laugh breaking the deadly silence that dominated the room. He couldn't help but smile again, his eyes meeting yours, as his fingers moved into your inside thighs and then slowly on your knees.

He moved one of your legs and without much thinking, he dived in between them. He looked up at you as he sucked your folds and buried his tongue inside. Your hands pulled his hair and pressed him down on you, not being able to keep up with his teasing.

You were already so wet, Regulus must have realized himself, that's why he was looking at you. Your head fell back on the arm of the couch as you moaned. Every time he got deeper and deeper, faster and faster, sucking your folds hard as if trying to drain them. He made you completely soaked and you were ready to release with trembling legs that he held both sides steady while his head was deep finding its way inside you.

Feeling that you were ready to cum, Regulus pulled back and sucked your folds. His head came out of your thighs to take a breath and a cry escaped your lips, holding tightly his wrist to the couch. You gave in to your orgasm.

He leaned down and with a mischievous smile, his tongue lashed at everything it could get while sucking on you at the same time. He had you in his mouth, dripping from his lips.

Regulus stood up and pecked your lips once. Your eyes followed him, your whole body panting, looking at him carelessly unbuttoning his white shirt and tossing it to the floor next to you. You leaned down on the couch to both your elbows gazing at him grinning and taking down his black pants, followed by his stained trunks.

Your head slightly tilted to the side, in your face marked a dreamy look. His body was lean with taut muscles and an erection that made you wonder how could he fit inside you without tearing you apart.

He carefully fell on top of you, on that old worn-out couch. His chest was pressed on top of yours and you could feel his bulge between your legs. He groaned, locking you between his arms, his cock trying to find its way inside you. Your hands took his wet length squeezing it gently before placing it on your opening.

Only the tip of his cock made your whole body shake. You let your head fall back as Regulus pressed down on you, his lips releasing hot breaths on your ear. He kissed you sweetly.

Regulus hovered over you again your faces only centimeters apart, lips almost touching. Both of your hands cupped his face for just a few seconds so you could see him clearly. He was like a wild animal. That blissed-out expression, that tilt of the head, the movement of the Adam's apple struggling to swallow.

Your skins brushed savagely, yet with a strange tenderness against each other. Every move was so barbaric but kind at the same time. You could breathe the other in, stained moans eliciting from both of you.

The couch rattled beneath you as Regulus' pelvis smushed inside you, animalistic screams of delight leaving both your mouths.

« Oh, fuck! », Regulus gasped. « I feel like fucking Pygmalion. » His words made you smile. « Does that make me Galatea? », you asked cheekily. Regulus grinned while his whole body was panting.

Shadows casted by the flinching light of the candles towered over you at the walls making you look five times bigger than you actually were, imitating your every move like mirrors.

« Regulus! », you breathed out as he jerked against you again causing both of you to release at the same time. Regulus tiredly fell on top of you, hugging you tight. His eyes moved up to you and smiled watching your beautiful almost painful grimace.

Hands cupped your flushed panting face, holding it tightly with his shaky grip, and his thumbs wiped away your tears. He pressed his forehead against yours, your sweat mixing up, as he looked into your eyes and then smashed a kiss on your lips.

The summer breeze flew inside dragging the curtains with it and burning off the candles. You looked at him laying on top of you, the moonglow caressing his pale skin, and you thought feeling his heart pounding against your belly, that this was your person and you wanted to stay there, glued to him forever.

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[timhalamet]

I saw laurie Lawrence and i got so excited (i see no fics of him even though he’s like the perfect man even if he sucks sometimes.) i’m excited to see your writings <3

the way things go

pairings- laurie laurence x fem!reader

summary- after over hearing laurie propose to your sister Jo, heartbroken you decide to leave to paris

warnings- angst, not proofread nothing else

'would you do me the greatest honour of making me your husband.'

Laurie's words seemed to replay and echo in the dull hollow walls of your mind. Your heart ached as tears dripped down your face . You were going to tell Laurie you loved him. You thought he loved you.

It was obvious now that you were wrong.

With a hand clamped over your mouth, you muffled the sob threatening to break out from your throat.

What made it worse was that he hadn't proposed to anyone else.

He proposed to Jo.

Anger simmed through you, overtaking the flow of your pain. You had asked Jo if something between her and Laurie had been going on and everytime she replied with 'don't be silly! Laurie's like my brother!' or 'laurie!? What possibly could make you think that!?' and brushed it off with furrowed brows and a disgusted frown.

But that didn't match up with what you had just witnessed.

Through the slightly ajar door, you walked down the hallway of lauries and his grandfather's house, hoping to speak to him only to be met with the sight of Laurie on one knee facing Jo, with a small velvet box holding one of the most gorgeous ring you have ever seen.

'would you do me the greatest honour of make me your husband.'

You held back your sob and flew down the stairs not caring if either of Jo or Laurie heard you.

You ran. Ran till you were in your bedroom, without a second thought, stuffing the rest of your precious belongings into your suitcase, filling it to the brim.

You looked around at your room savouring every inch before hauling your suitcase and down the stairs.

'you're already leaving so early?'

Marmees soft gentle voice called out from behind you, and you sighed turning around to face.

'should I get laurie to help you?'

A weak smile formed on your face, but you knew it was no use. Marmee could see right through anyone.

'no it's alright..I wouldn't want to bother him' your words came out more bitter than you intended to.

Soon without telling Meg, Jo, Beth, or Amy, you walked out of the door.

And to Paris.

'would you do me the greatest honour of make me your husband.'

Laurie knelt on knee holding the velvet box to Jo.

Jo squealed and grabbed Laurie up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

'its perfect! It's time, we need to go tell the others!'

'wait I need to look presentable' Laurie joked before dusting his clothes off and fixing the rough state of his hair.

The pair soon went to Lauries grandfather and told him the news.

He was ecstatic.

They spent an hour with lauries grandfather, before trampling through the thick mount of snow to tell marmee and the girls.

'is she here?', Laurie asked marmee.

Marmee sadly smiled, 'shes already left to the train station'

Laurie felt his heart drop to his stomach.

'what?'

'shes already left to Paris, if you're lucky the train might not have departed yet due to the snow storm.'

You sat on one of the benches at the train station, the bell jar in your hand, as you read impatiently waiting for your train to arrive.

Soon the call of your train was made.

You grabbed your suitcase and bag, holding the book with our arm.

As you began to struggle as you attempted to haul your suitcase and bag on the train, you felt arms grab your suitcase and a familiar voice.

'wait!'

You turned around to see Laurie, his hair sticking in all directions, and his face flushed from the snow.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the train.

'what were you thinking? You were just going to leave? Without telling the girls? Without telling me?' his voice was strained and raspy as if he had been screaming.

'laurie I don't have time for this- the train its leaving!' you harshly ripped yourself from Laurie's grip, attempting to chase the train down as it slowly departed, only to be in his hold again.

He held you against his chest.

'youre not leaving. You cant-why?'

You struggled to find your words.

You looked at him million answers as to why. Why? 'why? Really Laurie why? You know exactly why!' you held a finger to him accusingly as you jabbed him in the chest 'you- what happened to us? We were so close. I love you Laurie. That's 'why?'.' Laurie's jaw dropped as you continued. 'i love you and I thought...' your voice trailed off as you swallowed the lump in your throat frustrated. 'i thought you loved me to. And I went. I went to tell you but you already proposed, I was too late. You love her.' your voice dropped with jealousy and anguish.

'what?' Laurie asked his brows furrowed as he bit the inside of his cheek 'who are you taking about? I love you. Only you.'

You were confused. But didn't he propose to Jo? 'laurie I saw you... I saw..but you proposed to jo.'

Lauries faced changed. His eyes widened as his mouth slowly formed into a grin before he started laughing.

'laurie it's not funny!' you exclaim, yet also finding yourself trying to hide your smile, pushing him away playfully.

Laurie grabbed your hands, enlacing his fingers with yours.

'god, i was practicing to propose.' he chuckled ' I was practicing to propose. To you.'

'oh.' was all that left your mouth but it was nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions in your stomach.

'so what do you say? Will you be my wife?' he asked grinning as his hands revealed a small velvet box holding the same gorgeous diamond ring.

'yes!' you beamed at him, your cheeks flushed as he slid the ring on your finger.

As laurie quickly embraced you, his chin on your head as you wrapped your arms around your torso, Laurie chuckled,

'i can't believe that after all that practicing this is the propsosal.'

'well I guess that's just the way things go.'

a/n I hate this so much but idk if it's just me 😭 I hope it's okay for you guys!

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[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

don't wake regulus

don't wake regulus

Y/n can't sleep so she wonders down to the dungeons in search of her favorite Black brother

Warnings and such: pretty fluffy, angst if you squint maybe? Short but cute because I miss Regulus Black :(

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My knuckles met the wood door and regret filled my body instantly. I shouldn't have come down here- my inability to sleep and desperation to not be alone wasn't his problem. I sighed, hearing the lock turn over and the door being to open.

"Crouch, I swear if you-"

Standing before me, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he squinted against the hall light was a just awoken Regulus Black. His hair was askew and pajamas hung on his body loosely- everything was big on him. His voice was raspy as he spoke, my presence before him in the middle of the night catching him off guard.

"Y/n? What's wrong?"

"I...I'm sorry, Regulus," I hung my head, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I had come down here at all. This didn't seem like a bad idea a few minutes ago. "I shouldn't have-"

"Come on," He yawned, eyes closing as he opened the door wider.

I stepped in and watched as the darkness encased the room once more, the only light was the reflection of the moon on the lake which pushed its way through the windows on the far end of the room. I followed Regulus back to bed, hesitating before climbing under the covers with him.

"Reggie I-"

"Are you safe?" He interrupted, arms wrapping around me tightly before nesting his head in the crook of my neck.

"Yes?"

"We can talk about it in the morning then."

"Okay," I chucked, settling into the sheets and his arms.

I'm not sure how long I had laid there, but everything in me was saying that Regulus was asleep. I didn't mind...even if I still couldn't sleep, at least I wasn't alone. I sighed, mostly content as I turned over in his arms. I couldn't see his face, but allowed my hand to wonder up and down his side and what expand of his shoulder I could reach.

"Y/n?"

"Sorry!" I whispered, fingers stilling on his hips.

"If you wake me up again, I'm going to kill you."

I knew he was joking but I could feel my cheeks heating up. I shouldn't have come down here, I thought to myself. Regulus' thumb and forefinger fumbled for my chin before tipping my head up slightly and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Seriously though, go to sleep!"

"Yes, Reggie." I rolled over again with a smile. He squeezed me tightly and mumbled something that sounded like an I love you from where he laid behind me, but I must have just dreamt that...right?

Right?

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winter bear ✹ timothée chalamet

INSTAGRAM AU

PAIR: TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET X READER

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following this beautiful sickness ask trend...female reader fainting due to stress & her having a small argument with/getting scolded by Timothée while he takes care of her?🩷👀

Can't

You could hear the rumble of Timothée voice, but you were unable to focus on his words. While he chattered on while looking at his laptop right beside you, it sounded like he was rooms away. It took all of your energy and mental faculties to focus on just trying to breathe. Black spots crowded your line of sight as you put a hand out onto the counter to stabilize yourself. The motion caught Timothée's attention.

"[Y/N]?" he asked in concern.

"I-," was all you could mutter before your knees buckled. Timothée jumped from the bar stool to catch you as you fainted. "Whoa, [Y/N]! [Y/N]!" He gently lowered you to the ground and laid you on your back. He shook your shoulders and patted your cheeks. "Come on, [Y/N]. Wake up!"

Your eyelids fluttered and he released a shuddered breath in relief. You looked around, momentarily confused.

"You passed out. Again." Timothée looked down at your face in disapproval. "When was the last time you ate anything? Drank any water?" He helped you slowly sit up and lean against the couch.

"I'm fine. Stop fussing," you said, embarrassed.

"Stop fus- Listen here. YOU aren't the one who has to watch YOU faint. It is scary as hell. Every time I am terrified that you aren't going to wake up. One of these days I'm not going to be here to catch you before you hit the ground. Now. Answer me." He furrowed his brow and locked eyes with you. "When was the last time you ate or drank anything?"

Your eyes fell. "I don't know."

"You have to stop overworking yourself. You have to take breaks and take care of yourself."

"I know, but the success of the project I've spent YEARS of my life on comes down to getting this one thing right. I can't stop."

"Dammit, [Y/N], it's not worth your health," he shouted. "You need to slow down. The world, this project, will not collapse if you take 15 minutes here and there to take care of yourself."

"I CAN'T, TIMOTHÉE," you snapped.

Timothée recoiled slightly at your reaction. "And I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore," he said quietly. He got up, grabbed his keys and wallet, and walked out.

You stared at the door with your mouth agape in disbelief for a solid two minutes before tears clouded your vision. You and he have had heated arguments before, but never once had he walked out. He's right, you thought to yourself. You won't be doing anyone any good if you end up hospitalized.

You shakily stood, pushing yourself up using the frame of the couch for support. You slowly walked to the refrigerator and refilled your water bottle. Nauseous and lacking energy needed to make a meal, you opted to snack on crackers instead. You traipsed back to the couch and all but collapsed with your kitchen haul in hand. You hadn't stopped and relaxed in so long, you really weren't sure what to do next. Before you could grab the TV remote, you heard keys unlocking the front door. Timothée stepped through.

"I couldn't leave knowing that I just left you on the floor." He shrugged, hands in his pockets, unable to make eye contact.

"I'm glad you did."

His head shot up as he gave you a questioning look, unsure if he heard you correctly.

"It was uncharacteristic enough to shock me to my senses. You were right. No job is worth my health, and certainly not worth losing you over. I'm sorry, Timothée."

"I don't want an apology. I want to see action. Shut down that laptop for the night. Relax. Be with me. Please."

"Deal," you smiled and patted the seat next to you on the couch.

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[userdagiva]

Sweet tea in the summer

Cross my heart, won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face

I still got love for you

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[timottea]

Could u do an angst t x reader in which like yn n him broke up months ago but like they kinda run into eachother n talk if that makes sense

HI oh my god this was buried embarrassingly deep in my reqs but if you're still around i hope you like it my love 💗

cw: swearing, angst, one guy being a creep on the street but other than that we good fam

“could i have that to go?”

your head snaps up from returning your wallet to your bag, ears piqued as you wait for more conversation, for the french undercurrent, for the way he – and only he – will thank the barista a thousand times before exiting.

“thank you, thanks so much, man,” timothée says, and it’s too late to bow out gracefully.

scanning the coffee shop quickly, it’s a damning conclusion: either you make a break for it out the front door and pray he doesn’t notice, or you hide behind that particularly leafy fern in the corner. either option is mortifying, but wouldn’t it be just as mortifying for you to make small talk with your ex that steers clear of oh timothée you broke my heart by the way there’s still a ton of your shit at my place which definitely doesn’t still hurt to look at.

timothée takes his coffee and croissant and turns for the door and there it is, that unmistakable walk, and you’re eyeing up the fern when all of a sudden he’s standing right in front of you.

his green eyes are clouded with emotion as he looks at you, eyes flitting across your face. as if he could ever forget your features.

you duck your head quickly, but the damage is done. the feelings come rushing back, and you’ve no choice but to steady yourself against the counter of wooden stirrers and sugar dispensers.

you hand him the sugar instinctually. he’s in you. every detail lives on, even one month later, right down to how he takes his coffee.

he takes a breath, nodding his thanks as he quietly takes it from you, fingers brushing against yours and it hurts, it hurts so much, this thing that you used to do together.

“thank you,” he mutters, stirring the sugar into his cup. “and i’m sorry. i’ll find a different coffee shop.”

“that’s not gonna help,” you laugh bitterly, handing him the creamer. you’d give anything to forget.

timothée nods knowingly, laughing brokenly, and swirls the creamer into his coffee with another thank you. too polite, too stilted, too painful.

“it doesn’t help that you’re everywhere,” you force yourself to say it, heart aching at the pain in his eyes. but if the universe isn’t sending you some sign for closure, then why are you both standing in this coffee shop at 2pm on a random tuesday?

he stirs his drink once clockwise, then twice anti-clockwise, and you wait for him to tap the stirrer against the rim like he always does, but he doesn’t and it’s new and why is it suddenly blurry in here?

you blink rapidly.

it’s been a month. he’s making new habits now. he’s made new habits now. probably with somebody new. definitely not with you.

you move abruptly, snatching up your coffee and pushing the exit door when it’s screaming at you to pull, but timothée’s faster and he yanks it open for you.

“i thought i could do this but i can’t,” your words smush into his shoulder as you brush past him. you’re already halfway down the street when he catches up, his long strides doubling yours.

you stop suddenly with sudden intent to rip the bandaid off and he skids to a halt, nearly colliding with a stop sign.

sheltered under a scaffolding, you wrap your arms protectively over your chest in an attempt to hold together your broken heart.

“timothée, i can’t do this,” you repeat tearfully, looking up at him. he swims in front of you and you blink back tears only for them to splash onto the concrete. traitors. you knew you should have hid behind the plant.

at your tears, the weight on his chest doubles, a desperation so impossibly heavy he’s certain he won’t breathe right ever again.

“i’m sorry,” he croaks around the lump in his throat, and you can tell he means it. really means it. he’s aching with it, earnest eyes baring his entire soul as they blink back their own tears. “i know this is selfish and just a really shitty thing to do but i can’t see you again and not tell you – i have to tell you—”

“you mind not taking up half the sidewalk?” a stranger shouts, shoving his way past timothée but not before scanning your body sickeningly.

you shudder, tightening your arms around yourself, but when timothée goes to call him out, you grasp his arm. electricity pulses through you as if you touched a livewire, lighting every cell of your body. you flinch as if shocked, clasping the hot coffee cup in your hands as if it could somehow ground you.

“i have to tell you how unbelievably fucking stupid i am,” timothée tries again. you watch the way his hands shake around his own coffee cup, how the bag containing his croissant rustles against his nervous fingers. it takes everything in you not to reach out, to stop the shaking.

but that would mean one month of hard work down the drain.

“look, i really can’t do this,” you sniffle, looking just over his shoulder. you can’t meet his eyes. he’s standing right here, looking at you so tenderly. “we broke up. you broke up with me.”

timothée shifts his weight from foot to foot. his hands long to reach out, so he slides them into his pockets, anxious fingers twisting those rings around and around.

“i just wanna talk,” he says over the city noise.

shaking your head, you push yourself forwards.

he follows. of course he follows. he was the one who taught you this neighbourhood.

“i…” timothée falters, worrying his lip between his teeth. “i really miss you.”

you meet his eyes and it’s a mistake.

“you’re making it worse,” you wince, wiping under your eyes. you turn away and he lets you, and that really hurts.

“i’m sorry, i’m a dick, i know this is impossible,” timothée speaks so gently it almost shatters you.

you look back.

“i can’t go anywhere,” you choke, desperate for him, desperate for reprieve. “i can’t walk down the street, i can’t watch tv, i can’t go get a damn coffee without you being there.”

he deflates as your words sink in.

“and even if you’re not actually there, you’re still there,” you rant, gesturing to the buildings around you, the backdrops to the first time he showed you the best place to get bagels, and the best shutter to make out against, and the best street to dance in the rain on.

“you say shit like you miss me and i can’t move on,” you sniff, scrubbing furiously at your cheeks as more tears fall.

“i can’t move on,” he stresses, laying his heart bare right there on the dirty, messy street. “you think i wanted to end this?”

eyebrows furrowed, you stare at him in confusion. “you’re the one that did!”

“because i was hurting you, not because i stopped loving you!”

“what, timmy—” you balk, incredulous. “you never hurt me!”

he steps closer. “all those times i had to leave you, months at a time, with shitty phone signal, when all i could give you was a fucking hoodie to sleep with.”

you step closer. “that’s why you ended it? man, didn’t you see it? i was so close to loving you. the only time you’ve ever hurt me was when you ended it, you asshole.”

timothée can’t help it. he grins. smug bastard.

closer, toe to toe, you’re convinced he can hear your heart thumping inside your chest. desperate to fight the smile playing on your lips, you shake your head, stubborn to the very end.

“wait, wait,” his voice drops, serious again. “yn, i need to tell you how sorry i am, truly, i never intended to end it, i just thought that would be the least painful thing moving forward—”

“screw you, timmy,” you laugh happily, still shaking your head even when he closes the gap, and, oh, his hands still cup your face. guess some habits die hard.

“say it will be different this time,” you whisper against his lips. “say you’ll give me every damn hoodie you own.”

“and the best phone signal in the world, i’m talking all the fucking bars,” he adds, thumbs stroking over your jaw.

you’re still laughing against his lips when they find yours.

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[lemon-boy-stan]

THE BATTLE OF LIONS AND SNAKES - R.A.B

As the first wizarding war draws near, the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin becomes even more visible. You'd thought that being James's sister and a Slytherin would change things, but it only made things worse. Pairing: Regulus Black x fem!Potter!reader. Genre: fluff, some angst. Warnings: pureblood supremacy, war talk, slightly dark themes? Swearing, Sirius being a dick. YN calls Sirius a cunt.

The Potters and Blacks were, perhaps, two of the most popular wizarding families at Hogwarts; along with the Malfoys, Prewetts and the Notts. Yes, being pureblood had it's privileges, but it was popularity that put James Potter and Sirius Black on the map.

James and Sirius were the kinds of people that no-one disliked. They were good at sports, funny, daring, and over-all good natured people. They might not have the best grades like Remus Lupin or Lily Evans, but they were damn good at making people laugh, and no-one seemed to mind if they lost any house points.

When the Sorting Hat was sorting you into your house, it had mentioned Gryffindor. Out of all the houses, Gryffindor was the house to be in. Gryffindor made stars, and was home to many famous witches and wizards.

James was a leader. He became Prefect in his fifth year and Head Boy in his sixth year, and was the youngest Quidditch player in a hundred years to be made Captain of the Gryffindor team. He was a good friend - always loyal, always listening to the side of everyone's conversations, always making sure everyone was involved. He was a gentleman - when he had his heart set on someone, he knew exactly what to do and how to treat her right (in the later years, of course). Your mother and father were extremely proud of him.

You yourself were somewhat similar, as his younger sister, but you always envied him for finding most things in life easy. James had every opportunity laid out for him. You, however, had to work hard if you wanted something, sometimes twice as hard as the average student; hence why the hat placed you in Slytherin.

Being in Slytherin and being a Potter caused quite an uproar your first year at Hogwarts. Everyone in Slytherin had a bone to pick with James, based on whatever prank he and his friends had done on the house. Because of this, everyone had some kind of opinion on you, except for the first years, who knew nothing better but to be your friend.

You had met your first ever friend on the Hogwarts Express. James had brought you to sit with his friends, the "Marauders", as they liked to call themselves. You'd spent two Christmases with them before coming to Hogwarts, and honestly, they were pretty stuck-up, especially Remus, who was some sort of care-home yob, and glared at you every time you spoke.

Eventually, you left the carriage, telling James you wanted to make some new friends. He didn't mind, and jokingly told you not to make friends with the "wrong sort", although you didn't really know what that meant.

All of the carriages were full of people who looked older than you and scarier. You walked further down the train, wondering why some students were staring at you. You ignored them, looking through all of the carriages. Finally, after quite some time, you came across a carriage that was almost empty.

A small boy was sitting on the left side of the carriage, reading a book about Ancient Runes. You smiled, he looked so peaceful compared to everyone else; and he was your age. You put your hand to the door and knocked. He looked up, frowning.

The small boy put his book down and got up. He opened the door, "what do you want?" His dark eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You smiled apologetically, "I was just looking for a place to sit. My brother and his friends are a bit annoying." The small boy looked you up and down and stepped aside. "You can sit with me."

"My brother and his friends are a bit stuck up, too. I met them on the platform. My name's Regulus, by the way. Regulus Black."

Your eyes widened. This was Regulus Black? The brother that Sirius Black despised so much? Well, he didn't seem quite so decietful and troll-like after all, but perhaps siblings just disagreed with each other. You wondered why he was all by himself.

"I enjoy my own company, normally, but mother said to make friends. You seem like a respectable enough witch... Would you mind telling me your name?" You tried not to giggle at how Regulus spoke. You'd never heard a ten-year-old speak so posh before. You smiled, "YN Potter, nice to meet you."

Regulus's eyes darkened but he shook his head. "You're not bad for a Potter. Let's be friends." Regulus Black held out his hand, and you shook it, sitting down next to him.

The train continued to move through Scotland. "I'm afraid I'll be put in Slytherin," you said after awhile, putting your head in your hands, "all of my family's been in Gryffindor for thousands of years, but the other day dad joked that I was more cunning than bold."

Regulus looked at you, "I think what you did earlier was pretty bold." You scoffed, "what, asking you if I could sit with you?" He grinned and nodded, "yeah. Do you know how many people avoided me just then before you got here? Even in the Slytherin carriage they think I'm some sort of a freak." You frowned, "I don't think you're a freak. You're just a regular kid to me."

Regulus pulled a face, "I'll have you know I'm the second heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, an extremely respectable and non-regular young wizard." You let out a snort of a laugh, "what kind of kid has to be respectable?!" Before covering your mouth. Regulus smiled at you, "the ones who don't snort like that." You giggled.

Regulus started to get more comfortable. "All of my family's been in Slytherin for thousands of years, just like how yours is with Gryffindor. When Sirius was put in Gryffindor two years ago mum went absolutely ballistic. Maybe I might be put in Gryffindor too, but I think I'll probably be in Slytherin... I wish I was brave enough to run away."

You snorted again, "I wish I was brave enough to be in Gryffindor." Regulus laughed loudly. You turned to him, "if I am put in Slytherin, it won't be so bad if I'm with you." And he smiled.

And you were right. With Regulus by your side, you found it easy making friends in first year. Everyone in Slytherin was a pureblood, and was either scared of him (which you thought was truly ridiculous) or they respected him.

As the years went by, it was clear to most people that the two of you were as close as two peas in a pod. You were often seen together so much that on the rare occasions where you weren't together, you were asked where the other one was.

It was in your third year where you realised your feelings for the youngest Black brother was not just those of friendship, but something much stronger. As your crush grew and your Slytherin friends teased you about it, you began to worry and think of what would happen if you were to date Regulus, and what would happen when your big brother and his best friend found out that you were dating the little brother that he despised so.

And in fourth year, as if nudging these events into reality even further, you and Regulus began to date. In fifth year, the two of you became prefects and Quidditch Captains, and it was clear that you were a powerful unstoppable couple. Despite this, however, some people still did not agree with the dynamic of your relationship.

It was during lunch in the middle of your fifth year did the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor really take its poll.

The war was almost in full motion, and it was obvious to anyone with brains that Voldemort did not have good intentions. There had been whispers in the Slytherin Common Room of some older students who had joined Voldemort's side through some kind of ritual.

James and Sirius were convinced that Regulus was one of these people, and as usual, had convinced themselves that they were right.

"What exactly are you trying to say, James?" You snapped. Your older brother put his hands up in surrender. "Don't get mad at me, I'm just the messenger. Padfoot thinks you should reconsider your relationship with Regulus, that's all." Merlin, were you glad that Reg was out in the pitch training. Sometimes his mad Quidditch obsession was a good thing.

You turned to Sirius now, "you think that, do you?" And Sirius shrugged. James jumped in quickly, keen to stop an argument from happening.

"Well you know how Padfoot's family are all very... Traditional," James was picking his words carefully, watching your facial expressions, "and he told me the other day that his folks had been talking about some dark lord for a long time, like, ever since second year, and how they were all going to join him and support him, and Padfoot was just saying-"

"Regulus is bound to join up!" Sirius butted in. James turned to him and sighed. You looked at him. "He means well, but he's easily coeerced into things, and he's always trying to impress mother, and they always brainwash him, I mean, just look at Bella."

You scowled. Sirius's parents may have been horrible people, but that didn't mean everyone else in his family was. Okay, perhaps one or two of his cousins had done some nasty things in the past, and Bellatrix was one of them, but you would always remember her as the girl who cursed some older students for boxing your ears. She'd said any friend of Regulus was a friend of hers and that you could count on her.

"Bella is a perfectly kind and respectable witch. She's really nice, actually." Sirius rolled his eyes at this. "Well, whatever, but don't come crying to me when your boyfriend has suddenly run off to join Voldemort. I'm telling you, all of them are like that. You know, at least ninety percent of Slytherin house are evil!" Sirius threw his arms up and you began to fume.

"But you always forget the main thing, don't you, Black?!" Typical Sirius Black to hate something but to leave an exception. "I'm a Slytherin too! You think we're all just so evil, do you? You think all of us want to join Voldemort? Since Regulus apparently will, maybe I will to PROVE YOU WRONG, you righteous, narcissistic cunt!"

Lily and Marlene gasped but you didn't care. Sirius scoffed even louder. "Oh, that's rich, coming from YN "I don't want to be a Slytherin" Potter! But I suppose after snogging my dear brother everything's fine, is it? Suppose the death eaters will just have to snog you to convince you to join up-"

"CONFRINGO!" The Gryffindors shrieked loudly at the sudden spell. Sirius flew backwards, knocking down the students who were sitting next to him and you knew who it was immeadietly. Regulus was always rather powerful with his magic.

Sirius got up and glared at his younger brother, taking out his wand. Regulus held his chin high, "don't you say a word against my girlfriend." And Sirius scoffed. "Is she really your girlfriend, or is she just someone who you lock lips with in your bed? LEVICORPUS!"

You dove infront of Regulus just before you saw Sirius wave his wand, but forgot to take out your own, and now you were hovering in the air. James let out an enraged roar, getting up. "WHAT THE FUCK, PADFOOT! DID YOU JUST CURSE MY FUCKING SISTER?!" You didn't think you'd ever heard him be so mad before.

Sirius glared at him, "I was trying to get Regulus, but the little weasel doged it just like everything else in his life!" You tried to fight the enchantment, "GO FUCK YOURSELF, BLACK!" kicking at the air. The other students laughed.

"Expelliarmus!" Regulus flicked his wand and Sirius's wand flew out of his hand. "You're just as bad as mother," Regulus hissed, "cursing an innocent person." Sirius rolled his eyes, "oh, I'm as bad as mother? Who's the one still grovelling about her knees and begging for her admiration?! Who's the one who-"

"CAN THE TWO OF YOU JUST SHUT UP AND PUT MY SISTER BACK? FINITE INCANTATUM!" James wove his wand angrily, and you fell back down to the ground. The school had stopped laughing now, and were all just watching intently.

Regulus turned to you, "are you okay?" You dusted yourself off and nodded, "I'm good." You turned to Sirius. "Not that it's any of your business, but Regulus is my boyfriend and I love him. So if you can't deal with that you can just get lost."

James looked the two of you up and down before nodding solemnly. He turned to you, "YN, Regulus, I'm sorry. I didn't see it before, but I do now, and I can tell that you're in love. So, what I'm trying to say is, if you want to be together, I don't have a problem with it anymore." James nodded at Regulus, who still looked a bit taken aback that he was being addressed.

Sirius scowled, "I still do."

This time it was Regulus who rolled his eyes. He then turned to you and grinned, "since you've got such a problem with it, Sirius, watch this." You looked at Regulus in confusion before getting the memo and grinning. Regulus smiled too, grabbing your waist and leaning in, kissing you on the lips. Slytherin house cheered as the others stared in shock.

Sirius scoffed in disbelief, "whatever." And you smiled, kissing Regulus again. James made a sound, "you better remove Regulus from my sister, Padfoot, or you won't have a brother anymore." You giggled softly, threading your fingers through Regulus's dark curls before looking up into his green eyes and pulling away.

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𝓘’𝓶 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓸𝓾

a/n/ no warnings, just enjoy!

After the long months of filming, it’s finally time for a good ole press tour.

You were excited nonetheless. You’ve acted in movies before, even had a few parts in a couple of tv shows. But this was way bigger than anything you’ve ever done

Walking onto set for the first time was intimidating. Sitting down for the first table read was also very intimidating. But after a while you settled in, with the help of Timothée.

You and him instantly connected.

He could sense that you were new to all of this so he took it upon himself to help out.

By reading lines, helping you remember your mark or even just having lunch with you. He was always there for support. But you’re not gonna lie, it did make you catch just a few little feelings for him.

You decided to keep your feelings to yourself for the sake of you and the movie. The last thing you need is you being rejected by a guy you have to work with everyday.

But you’re glad to have started the press tour. Anxious for people to watch the movie, and especially anxious about the critic reviews. They can be brutal.

Going into this, you also decided to make the decision of keeping your distance from Timothée. Nothing bad happened, you just thought it was the safe thing to do. Like you said before, you didn’t need anyone meddling into your private life, and you didn’t need anyone making assumptions based off of intersections.

You thought you were being subtle, but tim definitely noticed something was off. You went from talking to him everyday to a simple “𝒉𝒊” or “𝒉𝒆𝒚”.

———

The last interview had finally wrapped. That was it for the day

You made your way back to your hotel room and plopped down onto the bed. The bed you haven’t seen since 6 am that morning. You were about to doze off until you heard a knock at your door

You got up and looked through the peep hole and by your surprise it was tim. Well you weren’t that surprised, you knew this conversation was coming.

You opened the door. Before he could get a word out, you pulled him and and quickly closed the door and locked it

“𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒖𝒑? 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆?” you spoke

“𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒖𝒑? 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒚/𝒏. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆?” he said as he crossed his arms

And there it was

“𝑯𝒖𝒉? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚” you say playing dumb

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈?” he said with a sad, confused tone

What is wrong with me? Why not telling him the truth instead of making him feel like this. You sighed and sat on the edge of the bed

“𝑶𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆” you said looking down

He sat down on the bed next to you

“𝑺𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓? 𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕?” he questioned

You looked into his beautiful brown eyes and nodded yes.

““𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓?” he asked

You felt a warmth in your stomach. You didn’t think he would say that, you just though he would tell you off and eventually leave.

But not you feel stupid. If only you had expressed to him how you felt, you would’ve been and got this answer

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆?” you asked

“𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔. 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕, 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒆’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔” he said while giggling

You leaned in and kissed him, something you’ve been wanting to do for the longest time. And boy was it great

He pulled you in closer by cupping your cheek gently. It was a long passionate kiss. Your tongues fighting for dominance, him grabbing your thigh. You eventually broke up the kiss before things got too steamy

“𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔” he said

You playfully punched him in the arm

But he was right

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[timchalamet-devoted]

Be My Lover

A/N: This one could be considered angst, I suppose? I'm not entirely sure what to call it, but just know that it's a desperate love confession.

Summary: After years of knowing him, you visit him in the late hours of the night, unable to keep it within you any longer.

Pairing: fem reader x Timothée

Info: desperate love confession, written from the first person, yearning

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"Y/n- Are you OK? What is this?"

"Hey, uh, this was a really rash decision- I mean- I don't even really know what I'm doing here; it just sort of came to me that I should tell you -"

"Y/n, for goodness sake, it's a nightmare out there, get inside" He said as he pushed the front door open further, trying to usher me inside.

"Just shut up, before second guess my myself!"

He opened his mouth for a second to protest, but closed it evidently changing his mind. His eyes searched mine, slight concern mirrored in them.

Water droplets relentlessly splattered across my face, rolling down my neck, soaking my clothes until they clung to my skin.

My breathing escalated at the thought that the moment was now. That I had to tell him.

I waited for a few beats, recollecting my thoughts, before taking a deep breath.

"Timmy-" I wrung my hands together, uncomfortable in every possible way.

"Timmy, you first must understand that there is no easy way to say this, but I love you. You know me, I disregard my feelings most often, and I certainly have done so again this time. Maybe it's because I was afraid of all that I could lose if I let them get the better of me, and yet here I am. I've known you for the longest time, I've watched you grow and thrive and become one of the most remarkable actors of our time, fall in love and experience heartbreak. I was here of all of it. I know all of you inside and out, what makes you happiest and what pains you. I've stared into your green oceans for seven years, had the absolute joy to spend hours in your company, hold you on my arms and laugh along with you. And yet for all that time, I never took the second to realise that I loved you, Timothée. It was completly been boyond me." I felt hot liquid cascading down my cheeks, a sharp contrast to the cold rain droplets. My voice shook, frightened of what the consequences were going to be.

Was I going to lose him? This could ruin everything.

The thoughts punctured my heart, but I showed myself no mercy, willing myself to continue.

"It has been an unquenchable fire that has only grew once I started working with you. It's blinded the rest or my senses, so the only thing I see is you. I've fallen in love with your soul, with your uncompramised kindess and care, your blissful attitude and easy going nature, and how you can simply walk into any room and set it alight instantly. I used to lay in bed at night, wondering what was wrong with me for wanting you to kiss me, and hold me in your arms, and love me. I used to scold myself and shut down thse thoughts, reassuring myself that I loved you because you were my best friend. But I finally acknowledge," You paused,

" that I am unconditionally, and irrevocably in love with you." He sucked in a sharp breath at your words, as his eyes widened taking in what tou just said. His eyes flickered to yours for a second before falling to to his feet.

You inspected him, contemplating what was best to do next. A sudden surge of courage urged you on. You stepped up to him, face inches away from his. You could feel his warm breath against your wet skin, as you gently took his hands in yours, your way of asking him to look at you.

His eyes met yours, heavy with an emotion that you couldn't quite pin point, but hoped with your entire being that it was the same one that pumped through your heart.

"Timothée, my Timmy" your voice was gentle as you uttered the last words, "please, be my lover, and let me be yours."

Not a second later, his lips captured yours, passionate but tender. You could feel the love rolling off his tongue. He brought you closer to himself, your body flush against his, soaking his own shirt.

When you pulled away, the feeling of his lips against yours that lingered brought your heart joy, as a new found hope flooded your mind.

And finally, he spoke the words that you had been waiting an eternity to hear.

"I'd be honered, my dear y/n. He grinned up at me

"I love you"

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[hamlets-ak]

his last letter ༊*·˚

༘♡ and life went on. but it was not the same

regulus writes you a letter before he goes to the cave

My Dear Y/N,

If you are reading this, it's too late for me.

I am writing you from my room, at 12, Grimmauld Place. My doom is hanging on my chest, like a rope around my neck. It’s heavy and unbearable. I can already feel it dragging me down.

That night at the Forbidden Forest, I had given you a promise, that I was going to change, that I was going to be good. You were so sweet to tell me that you didn't want me to change, you loved me so much and nothing mattered to you. It mattered to me though, because I wanted to be good. I wanted to do the right thing.

The time has come to keep my promise and be good. And if the right thing is going to cost my life, then so be it.

Y/N, my dear Y/N, I need you to know that I’ve changed. I need you to know that I did the right thing, that in my last moments on this earth, I was good.

I am writing to you determined to do what I have to. Y/N, my heart, please forgive me.

I wish I never had to write this letter to you, but I know that my road has no return. It’s not just me being my pessimistic self, no. I can feel that this is not going to end well for me, for us. The earth has prepared a deep and narrow place for me and I can do nothing but get in.

Please forgive me for not meeting you tonight. Forgive my sloppy handwriting. Forgive fate. Forgive Kreacher, the bearer of the bad news and please don't be mad at him. Forgive me.

If I regret one thing in this life Y/N, is not giving you more kisses, not hugging you tighter, not saying "I love you" every minute of every day.

Light of my eyes, a million hearts wouldn't be able to carry my love for you. I love you so deeply that no words can describe it. If only you could jump into my body for only a few seconds, you'd see for yourself, but I would never let you. I love you too much for this. You are everything to me.

You were the first person that made me feel truly loved. I know, my brother loves me too, or at least he tries to. I don’t blame him for taking his distance. After all the things I've done, I feel disgusted in my own skin. But you… how could you not be disgusted? How could you not leave me? How could you be there for me? How could you love me? People like me don’t deserve to be loved.

You made me feel that I wasn’t as bad as I thought, that I had a good side; that I wasn't always angry or mad, I wasn't misanthropic, as everyone said. You made me realize that I wasn’t a burden, that I mattered only for existing. You truly did love me… and honestly, I’m still not sure why. But I know you did. I could feel it every day, even in our worst moments.

I need you to know, you are the one and only for me, and you will always be. No matter what happens to me tonight, my soul will always be with you. I will always be yours. You will be my last thought, and my last breath will be your name.

I love you.

I’m afraid that you’ll forget me. Me, and everything we did together. Everything we were.

Please, think of me sometimes. But not the bad things; the fightings, the tears, the sadness, the fear… think about the good things.

Do you remember the night after that stupid Ravenclaw party? I was completely pissed. I could barely walk and, oh Merlin, I was so, so dizzy. You couldn’t stop laughing watching my anarchist side coming to the surface, as I was going up and down in front of Dumbledore’s office. I thought it’d be hilarious if we managed to get inside and burn the place to the ground. Well, we didn't do that, obviously. From walking so fast, I ended up vomiting in front of the gargoyle. I could still listen to your voice, as I was holding my knees and vomiting my guts out, and your laugh — I love it so much when you laugh. You then walked beside me, pulled my hair back, looked me in the eyes, and kissed me. I was staring at you like an idiot because I was too drunk. You smiled at me and then hugged me with your warm hands, your smell being the only thing I could sense.

That was the moment I first realized you love me. Who else would kiss the lips of a person that was vomiting only seconds ago?

I’ve never told you, but until now I’ve been thinking of that moment. Why would you be so kind to me? To me, of all the people on this Earth. And how can you love me?

Remember this time I was crying so hard without any reason, and I was just so angry that I was kicking the bathroom door and I was completely out of control? That day was terrible. I was hitting the wall so hard that my fist started to bleed. You had never seen me like that and I knew you were scared of me, but you hugged me tightly and didn’t let me go until I calmed down.

I asked you that day, why didn’t you leave me alone? Why did you have to be there? You said that you loved me so much nothing could drive you away. When you left I cried and didn't go to my next class.

I was so confused. But I knew one thing, I wasn’t one hundred percent evil like everyone wanted me to believe.

We had so many dreams and plans that will never come true. I should've left this whorehouse when I had the chance. I should've left with Sirius. If it wasn't for my ego... And then, when we were done with school, it was foolish of me to stay at my father's funeral. We could have been in the countryside now, married, away from everyone. I really wanted to marry you, to spend the rest of my life with you.

I'll stop thinking about that.

You have no idea how much it hurts knowing that you are reading this letter. It feels like a knife twisting deep into my soul.

Please, Y/N, you have to understand why I did this. I had to. I owed it to everyone. I owed it to myself.

I know it’s very selfish. I left you just so I can live up to the expectations I built for myself.

I am never going to see the day that awakens with you ever again, but I hope the light of the world is bright and gentle to you. I hope the people are good. I hope you smile and laugh every day. I hope you think of me sometimes, just once in a while.

My love, my heart, please don’t do anything crazy. Stay alive, do it for me. Live. I need you to keep going. If you love me, keep going. And please, get out of this place. Go to your friends, to my brother and Remus. I don't want you to be here. And don't even think about passing by my house.

I don’t know what else to say. I wish I could write you everything but time is running.

Please, know that I am not scared. I am not scared at all. I want to do this. It’s my decision, probably the only one I’ve ever made.

Don't forget to burn the letter.

It's so cold here and I can't stop remembering. My heart has no pity on me.

I love you forever.

R.A.B.

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[timhalamet]

TIMOTHEE C

laurie laurence

paul atreides

lee (bones and all)

elio perlman

hal (the king)

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[renova-writes]

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