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chalamet-hl · 1 day
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Love is a masterpiece... ❤️‍🩹
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“thank you for telling me how you really feel” — willy wonka x reader
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Summary: you and Willy go on your little day out date, and later that night share a kiss (or two) ;)
Pairing: Timothée!Wonka x fem!reader
Word count: 544
Warnings: again, disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos
Part one here!
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“I can’t believe that actually works.” You marveled, in awe of his scheme that allows him to slip in and out unnoticed by Ms Scrubbit or Bleacher.
“Of course it does, I’ve been doing it for weeks.” Willy replied with a hint of pride, his eyes glinting mischievously.
You shook your head in disbelief, a laugh escaping your lips. Willy, with a confident flourish, guided you through the charming streets of the town. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as you entered a cozy cafe, the gentle chime of a bell announcing your arrival.
As you sat in the quaint cafe, sipping coffee and exchanging stories, the atmosphere hummed with an undeniable connection between you two. Willy couldn’t help but steal glances at you, his eyes filled with genuine affection.
The day unfolded with a natural ease, the initial nervousness giving way to a comfortable familiarity that hinted at a deeper connection forming between you and Willy. It became evident that this date was more than just a casual outing.
As night fell back at Mrs. Scrubbit’s, you found yourself once again in Willy’s room, a quiet sanctuary full of wonder, that seemed to let you forget about the fact that you were quite literally stuck in this place forever. He handed you a small, heart-shaped chocolate.
“Here, try this one.”
“What does this do?” you asked, eyes searching for clues in his mischievous smile.
“It makes you kiss the chocolatier,” Willy said, his tone playful.
You squinted at him, uncertain of the truth, and popped the chocolate in your mouth. The rich sweetness enveloped your senses, and you sighed with delight as it melted on your tongue. Willy watched with anticipation, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
With a boldness surprising to Willy, you leaned in, placing your lips against his. Tenderly, he kissed you back, his hand finding your waist.
“Yes!” The moment was interrupted by a cheer from the hallway, and both of you turned to see Noodle, her hand over her mouth in realisation.
“Noodle!” Willy scolded, swiftly closing the door on her grinning face.
“Sorry!” She shouted, before backing off into her own bedroom.
You chuckled, the sound echoing in the room as you shared a moment of laughter at Noodle’s unexpected enthusiasm. Willy, holding your waist, finally confessed, “I lied, by the way. There’s nothing in those chocolates.”
Your smile faltered, cheeks flushing red.
“But thank you for telling me how you really feel,” he added, his smile genuine.
As the laughter subsided, a comfortable silence settled between you and Willy in the dimly lit room. The mischievous glint in Willy’s eyes spoke of a shared secret, a connection that had blossomed unexpectedly. Amidst the hushed atmosphere, Willy leaned in once again, his lips meeting yours in another soft, lingering kiss.
As you pulled away, the room seemed to hold the echo of that shared kiss. Willy’s eyes met yours, and in that silent exchange, an understanding passed between you two. It was a chapter in the midst of unfolding.
“Goodnight, Willy,” you whispered.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
With one last stolen glance, you retreated into the hallway, leaving Willy’s room and the intimate atmosphere behind.
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multiversal-fiction · 6 months
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This was a spur of the moment thing…
Overstiming Timmy so much he has to grip your hand to stop!
https://x.com/gattouz0/status/1532788277580906496?s=46&t=oAIt1lx0BfpwQg308zWoJg
Timmy eating Readers ass:
https://x.com/gattouz0/status/1530995574325006340?s=46&t=oAIt1lx0BfpwQg308zWoJg
Pussy Licking:
https://x.com/ffgrashuepfer/status/1532908433388756994?s=46&t=oAIt1lx0BfpwQg308zWoJg
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darkacademiablues · 6 months
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Timothée Chalamet slaying the fashion week without attending any shows.
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bonesandchalamet · 7 months
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my personal best - t.chalamet
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pairing: Timothee chalamet x reader
warnings: fluff
a/n: inspired by the song personal best by maisie peters
the shoebox size apartment is awfully silent. nothing but the sound of the window installed air conditioner hums with the occasional rattle that’s enough to spook him.
he hates the unfamiliarity of your place without the lights on and you. he hates how the place looks untouched. like it was from a catalog and he was just observing a life from a different view, when in reality the pictures on the tables and scattered on shelves were of your lives in the city and Los Angeles.
the timer light flickers on, like always a minute or so later than usual, allowing him to see the tiny specks of life lived in this space. the dust collected in the corners of your living room indicates the expensive vacuum wasn’t worth the money, the light strains of hair across the floor show your footsteps in and out of the place, and the indent in your couch cushions show the love it’s experienced. all of this fills the silence in his heart with gratitude.
stepping out onto the terrace he watches for you. night shifts were becoming more frequent, and Timothee became increasingly more adamant about making sure you arrived home safely, which led to him breaking the seal in the window to climb out onto your terrace to watch you.
“you creep.” you shout from where you stand, a smile on your face to see he’s brought food with him this time after many nights of his failure to remember how starving you were after those shifts.
“do you want the burger or no?” he calls over the ledge and watches you scurry off into your complex and soon enough you’re climbing out the window, sitting across from him stuffing your face with hamburgers and fries.
“how was work?” he asks. he hardly ever has to when the bags under your eyes and messy hair usually show the exhaustion. but today looked different, there was an excitement in your eyes he hadn’t seen in awhile, he missed that.
he missed how easily excited and happy you became. he missed the nights where he got to hold you longer than a couple of hours before you were off again and the nights would repeat itself. he missed when he wasn’t living in groundhogs day, where the same nights repeat over and over, but he doesn’t particularly mind, as long as he’s got you, he’ll relive everyday just for you.
“better, I’m getting the hang of things, and guess what?” your lips tug a smirk, you pull your body closer to him, knees touching one another, “this is my last week of night shifts.”
a smile breaks out across his face, he leans in himself pressing a kiss to your lips, “I think that’s the best news I’ve heard in awhile.”
“it means we have more nights together, and less of this.” you gesture to the greasy bag next to you and the uncomfortable grates of the terrace you’re both seated on.
“don’t be ridiculous, you love to end your night with me.”
“I do, and I love you.” you push your finger into his knee before leaning over and giving him a kiss, “you didn’t have to adjust your life for mine, but you did and I don’t deserve you.”
“you deserve me, every ounce of me was meant to love you. now come on, let’s go to bed.”
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timotheeupdates · 7 months
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<3
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haunta · 1 year
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Timothée Chalamet as Elio Perlman
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slayingqueenchal · 1 year
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Interview(ed) | timothee chalamet x y/n
A remake of my first ever fanfic Interview. | Timothee chalamet x Reader (y/n) I'm a bit better at writing, comparing to my past self, this is full of fluff fluff fluffy, and I'm using second person perspective instead of first person perspective,and timmy describes you in french and it's like confessing! But I'll stfu rn, enjoy! (There's an ending to this not like the first one)
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"Yes, how are you, y/n, Timothee! I am john" The interviewer said to you and timothee.
"Good good! " Said timothee, and you nodded with him. "Amazing, now, I'm going to ask you questions for both dune part 1&2, is that alright?" John ask and both of you nodded.
"So, timothee, how did you get the role of Paul atreides? " John asks while flipping his card.
"It was like every other auditions, it's a tough one, I was really lucky that I got the role" He explained, his hands were moving as he was speaking.
"Great, what about you, y/n" John asks. "It was my cousin, who made me audition for the role of alia atreides, she was nine, she's a, a really smart person, to the degree that she understood dune" You told John.
"Why haven't you told me this?! This is literally the cutest thing ever, Y/n" Timothee groaned.
John flipped another card. "You can choose to not answer this one, just tell me, but the fans are curious about you twos dating rumours, is that true? " He asks.
"That's fine" Said timothee, you told John "we're very platonic.. Too, platonic, sometimes" With a fake chuckle.
You always had feelings since you first met timothee. It's like, love at first sight.
"Oo, that's cool! Up to the next question! " He flips his card, "Can each of you tell me, who was the most funniest, adorable, relatable, nicest co-star in the whole film, say it at the same time! ".
"Okay.. Timmy, one" You said.
"Two" Timothee said.
"Three! " You said. You pointed at him, saying "you!". But, he had done the same thing to, he said you were the most fun from the whole dune film.
"Aww" John said. You realized that, you were blushing hard.
"Up to the final, special question, many fans have asked this, timothee, can you describe y/n kn french? " John asks.
"elle est belle, ma personne préférée dans le film, peut-être ma personne préférée dans le monde entier" Timothee says with a lot of emotions.
(she's beautiful, my favorite person in the film, maybe my favorite person in the whole world)
"elle est vraiment attentionnée, avec beaucoup de monde et je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher d'être jalouse" Timothee says.
(she's really caring, with a lot of people and I couldn't help but to be jealous)
"Je pense que j'ai des sentiments pour elle, mon amour"
(I think I have feeling for her, love)
"et je sais qu'il y aura un gars ou une fille française qui traduira ça, mais priez Dieu qu'elle ne le sache pas. c'est une belle, géniale, gentille personne et honnêtement je ne la mérite pas du tout mais c'est trop tard maintenant, je suis déjà tombé amoureux d'elle" He says
(and I know there's going to be a French guy or girl who is going to translate this, but, pray to God that she wouldn't know. she's a beautiful, great, nice person and I honestly don't deserve her, at all but it's too late now, I've already fallen for her)
"And I believe that's it, I guess" He says.
"That was great! I personally don't understand but, maybe there will be someone who will explain, well I'm ending soon so, thankyou so much for answering all of the questions! Goodnight and bye! " John says enthusiastically. Not you though, you and timothee looks like a dead zombie answering questions since seven in the morning to ten pm.
"Well, that's all guys, pack your stuff and you can go, goodnight! " Says the producer.
"Alright" You both said.
"Timmy! Goodnight" You said, waving at him. "Night, y/n" Timothee responses.
You walked down to your car in silence with your body guards, and got home safely.
You went upstairs, get cleaned up, and went for a good night sleep.
Everything was alright until a thousand notifications blew up on your phone.
"What the hell" You groaned, taking your phone. Though your eyes were blurry, you can still see.
Everyone one was tagging you all across the media.
"Oh my gosh, I'm French, and if you haven't watched the dune interview with buzzfeed, you're missing out! " The girl says and plays the audio.
'elle est belle, ma personne préférée dans le film, peut-être ma personne préférée dans le monde entier' the blurry audio says
"Timothee is saying how y/n is the best person in the world and later he says that he couldn't help but be jealous of people around her who she's nice with,OH MY GOSH, he says he thinks he has feelings for her, and that he doesn't deserve her but he has already fallen in love. Oh my gosh y'all" Says the girl.
You sat there for a second, trying to process what's going on.
Timothee, liking you back? Sounds like a daydream.
You opened your messages app to found timothee's was filled by apologizes, confession, and him saying sorry for a hundred times.
You wrote 'timmy, you don't need to say sorry, in fact, I love you too'. No, that's corny you changed it up a bit "timmy, you don't need to say sorry, in fact, I have feelings for you too".
You sent it with your eyes closed. Turning off the phone.
"Y/n, I have.. It's like love at first sight and since you've told me this, would you like, go out with me, I know I'm a sucker for asking this in chat but pleasee" The notification rings.
Well, you replied and, guess someone's going on a date.
This was really rushed I'm sorry
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hajimarikara · 8 months
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Yes I'm serious
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saturnicks · 3 months
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can’t wait for dune part two so i made a poster
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drawnbypage · 3 months
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Quick Timothee Chalamet as Wonka for @caricatureresolution day 6!
Still dying to see the new Wonka movie!
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chalamet-hl · 2 days
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fuckyoulife11 · 1 year
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iconsysl · 8 months
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like if you save/use or credit on twitter @hailsysl
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darkacademiablues · 9 months
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Timothée Chalamet looking all rich and soft.
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renova-writes · 1 year
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the way you look tonight
a rainy day in new york inspired work
gatsby wells x reader
word count: 649 (short and sweet)
warnings: no warnings needed
a/n: I was watching a rainy day in new york for the first time tonight after rehearsal and I think this film changed my outlook on many things
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“Tabbie? Is that you? What’s wrong?” He entered the kitchen where you were cutting vegetables. He didn’t go over to give you a kiss like you were accustomed to, instead he kicked the trash can.
“I don’t know.” He ran his hand through his hair. “It’s possible I guess.”
“What’s possible? Use your words.”
“That, that I left my wallet on the subway!”
“How- Why would you leave your wallet on the subway?”
“I don’t know! That’s not like me. I don’t forget things!”
“Well you did today Gatsby.”
“Gatsby. God woman, why do you insist on calling me Gatsby?”
“God, why do you call me ‘woman’! For christ's sake Gatsby you left your wallet on the subway. No big deal. Just call, cancel your cards, and get a new one. People lose wallets all the time.”
“Yes but not Gatsby Welles! I don't forget things.”
“For heaven's sake Tabbie, relax! Sit down, have a glass of wine. Let’s go out to Le Corbeau tonight, like we used to. We can sit in one of those leather couches in the back with the cigarette ashes and listen to the piano while we gaze into each other’s eyes. Doesn’t that sound nice.”
His eyebrows lowered down from his face and his cheeks began to glow. Here came the Gatsby humor you were well acquainted with. “But you're forgetting something darling: I don’t have my wallet.”
“You might be a successful businessman, but don’t you forget: I was successful too.”
“Oh, how could I forget? With a voice like that? Darling you were an angel. Listening to you sing was like seeing light for the first time. I fell in love before I even spoke a word to you.” He moved in to engulf you in his arms, pulling you in from behind.
“You tell me this every day.”
“And good for you to remember it. I don’t deserve you my love. I could live a thousand lives and never come close to your purity.”
“My love you need look only in the mirror.”
“You flatter me.”
“You flatter yourself.”
“I know you didn’t mean that my bird.”
“If I am a bird then your arms are my cage and yet I sit content within.”
“I have a better idea. Why don’t we take a walk in the park? The city is so beautiful in the rain.”
“So long as we can stop underneath the clock tower and dance to its song.” You pressed your lips gently onto his.
“Will you sing for me?”
You sat down at the piano in the great room. You stretched your fingers before letting them dance over the keys.
Someday, when I'm awfully low, When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you, And the way you look tonight
Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm, And your cheeks so soft, There is nothing for me but to love you, And the way you look tonight
With each word your tenderness grows, Tearin' my fear apart, And that laugh wrinkles your nose, Touches my foolish heart
Lovely, never, never change, Keep that breathless charm, Won't you please arrange it?, 'Cause I love you, A-just the way you look tonight
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart
Lovely, don't you ever change, Keep that breathless charm, Won't you please arrange it?, 'Cause I love you, A-just the way you look tonight
Mm-mm, mm-mm, Just the way you look tonight
Gatsby had joined you at the piano bench while you played. He said nothing during the course of your performance but at its close, he lifted your hand from its ending note and brought it to his lips. “Darling, oh my darling, it’s you who looks beautiful.”
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