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Long Distance

I haven't had any energy to write recently, but I found this in my drafts from a while ago, so I thought I'd post it! I feel like it rants on a bit too much, so I hope it's alright. <3

Summary: Long distance is difficult, but you and Timmy power through

Pairing: Timothée x fem.reader

Fluff!

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The familiar beep sounded through the silent room. It read 2:56 am on the screen of your phone, as you unplugged it from its charger and opened facetime, forcing your eyes open. Nothing yet. While waiting for the nightly phone call, you propped yourself up onto your elbows, and your eyes wandere to the right of you, where your thin, white curtains swayed and flapped slightly from the mild breeze that entered through the open balcony door; the night air cooled your hot skin, pleasant and blissful. Due to the transparency of the fabric, you could quite clearly make out the full moon, that cast its heavenly glow across your bed and your uncovered figure, blankets laying discarded somewhere on the floor, curtesy of the dense summer air. Despite the time, the roads below were alive with distant sounds of chatter, cars rushing by, teenagers emerging from another nightclub. You found London to be like New York: it was a city that, indeed, never slept.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as your phone vibrated in your hand, presenting you with a glorious sight. Not wanting to wait a moment longer, you quickly pressed 'accept', and a face flooded the screen. It was the face of your favourite person, the one you so longed to touch, and kiss and see, yet couldn't for another dreadful 2 months.

"Y/NNN!!!" His bright eyes shined at you.

"TIMMY!!"

He had the goofiest smile spread across his face, and at this point, so did you. The day had dragged on, boring and exhausting, but the thought of seeing this face kept you giddily ploughing through.

It was no secret that long-distance sucked, and unfortunately, you and Timothée were no exception to this burden of being actors. Timmy was in Budapest, working on Dune part 2, and at the same time, you were in London, filming your next project. You absolutely loved your job, it was one you dreamed of from the age of 11, however not being able to come home together with Timothée, or to hold him in your arms was heartbreaking for the both of you.

Your cheeks flushed red as you lay your eyes upon the gorgeous brown locks framing his face, the pools of green that were admiring you through the screen, and that toothy smile, that told you he was just as happy to see you.

"You look so beautiful mon amour"

"As do you," you smiled, feeling happier than you were all day. Sometimes, you didn't even need to talk during your calls; sometimes, it was enough to just look at each other and to know that the other was just a phone call away. Most of the time, however, you spent these blessed minutes making utter fools of yourself. But that was what you loved about your relationship: it was one where you trusted each other fully and loved every inch and aspect of each other. You two were practically best friends - and well you were. You understood each other like no one else could, never afraid that you would look silly or embarrassing in front of the other. There was no such thing. You could be as ridiculous as your heart desired, and Timmy would still look at you with pure adoration in his eyes and the same for you. You were eachothers safe spaces, of love and vulnerability. Although you never felt vulnerable around him; for you knew that he would do anything his power to protect you.

You spent a good while asking each other questions back and forth, suppressing the yawns that took over your bodies. Despite the longing, it felt good to talk to your boy, and to exchange your feelings of anwavering love for eachother, even though it was often accompanied by a silly gesture or a remark that only you would send you both into fits of giggles. At one point, Timmy pretended to pick his nose, pouting as he did. You instantaniously screenshotted this, smiling to yourself, knowing you'd soon assign it as your new wallpaper.

As your conversation went on, your eyes grew heavier by the minute, and so did Timothée's. You fell silent, simply gazing into his eyes, him staring right back. You could see the endless shades of green, dancing in his eyes, those eyes that said I love you.

You knew it long before, but now, in this moment of peace and yearning, you relished in the fact that you knew you wanted to spend every last one of your minutes with him. Your boy. Your Timmy.

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Mon Amour

A/N: Outrageously short, but I thought it was sweet 🫶🏻

Fluff!

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'Mon Amour,' he whispered, lips tracing the shell of my ear.

I sighed, feeling myself shudder.

'Say it again,' I pleaded.

The room washed over with a cool breeze.

We were laying on his bed, sheets messy and unmade, limbs entangled in one another's.

His elegant fingers languidly combed through my hair as he placed gentle kisses across my skin.

I felt so close to him, physically, emotionally. This precious moment where we could simply exist together and bask in each others company. It felt so intimate. So loving.

The feeling of his skin against mine brought me to ease, washing away my deepest, darkest thoughts. My heart thrummed quietly in my chest, perfectly in time with his.

As we lay there, an unspoken feeling engulfed us both. One of a lasting love.

I opened my eyes, searching his in the darkness, and found his gaze already locked on me.

'Mon Amour,' he whispered again, capturing my lips in his.

#timothee #timothee chalamet #timothée #timothée chalamet #timothee x y/n #timothee imagine #timothee x reader #timothee fluff #I'm tired ok🥲

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Airplane buddies

A/N: Okay, I'm not sure if this will make sense to anyone other than myself, but I thought it was a cute idea?? It would be a dream to be stuck on a flight with Timothèe would it not ( this is my delusion talking 🙈).

Enough rambling, I hope it's not too awful 🫠

Pairing: (not specified) x Timothée

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He stuck his hand out, his silver rings reflecting the rays of sun that seeped through the small window. I glanced down for a second and gripped it tightly, relishing in the sensation of his flesh against my own. Warm and soft, sending sparks along my skin. If only a few hours prior, I knew what were about to happen.

Backpacks in hand, we boarded the plane, wide smiles painted across our faces at the thought of the wonderful getaway before us. Just me and my closest friend, away to warm sunny beaches, mouthwatering food, and sights beyond our imaginations. We were practically bursting with excitement.

"Aisle 7, is it?"

"That's right"

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and..7. This was ours. The seat by the window was already taken, the stranger buried deep in what seemed to be a script.

It was only once we had settled down that I managed to get a proper glance at the man. I couldn't believe what I saw. Of course, it could be a resemblance, but oh, how accurate would it have to be. No, it had to be him!

I bit my lip, excitement, panick, and uncertainty running through me. I turned to my friend, whose eyebrows were already raised in question. All I could give back was a subtle nod. It had to be him. It had to be Timothée.

Oh, what was I to do? I had always dreamt of an encounter, but how was I to go about it? He seemed so deeply absorbed in his script; I'd never wish to impose.

Just then, an idea stiked me, a way of still getting his attention, without seeming too pressing. I reached a hand into my backpack, slyly producing my copy of Dune. I hoped will my might he'd notice and take the hint.

I stole a glance his way, getting comfortable, and opened up the book, cover pointing towards him.

Another glance in his direction, hoping to catch a reaction of some sorts yet his eyes remained glued to the paper before him.

A nudge from my friend, "Oi, what are you up to?"

"Just watch," I assured her. I cracked the phone of the spine of the book and made sure to produce a loud cough, practically shoving the book in his face at this point. I was desperate for his attention, and finally, to my delight, his gaze travelled towards me.

A chuckle escaped his lips.

Bingo, I now had his attention, moving on to phase two, I thought.

I looked up in mock confusion at him, giving him a small hum. My game was unravelling perfectly: he'd ask me about the book, I'd hint towards this "Timothèe Chalamet" guy, and he'd just so happen to reveal that it was him. Then, all awkwardness would be avoided, and I could fangirl in peace!

"Oh, the book- I just happen to, um, are you a fan of Dune?" He finally concluded.

"Mhm, especially the film." I smirked. Here it comes, " You see, a favourite actor of mine plays the lead role. Timothée Chalamet, do you know of him?"

I studied his reaction to my words as a blush crept up underneth the mask he wore. He cleared his throat, and cautiously removed his mask, his infamous dorky grin replacing it.

In spite of myself, the air was sucked out of my lungs. I could finally admire him, his gorgeous chocolate locks, his green oceans, his soft skin that you itched to touch, and the generous dusting of freckles upon it. The only word to describe him was ethereal.

"Suprise" He whisper cheered, sticking his hand out in greeting.

I felt my cheeks burning, this was going to be a very interesting flight.

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It feels like a decade since I've last been on here, but.. Happy New Year!! 🫶🏻💫

(I'm thinking about posting again soon - maybe. I've been so busy, but honestly, I miss writing 🥹)

#timothee #timothee chalamet #happy new year #guess who's back 🫣

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Happy birthday to this beautiful and talented man who taught my cold heart how to feel again 🧡

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Never give up!! 💪

This week in the poor choices of Timothée Chalamet:

“Never give up on your dreams, don’t take no for an answer,” he says, not comprehending that he just told all of us to not give up on marrying him and having his babies.

Nice going, Tim.

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MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR

#timothee #timothee chalamet #timothée #timothée chalamet #wonka #I'm losing it over here 🫠

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He's absolutely divine 💜💫

#timothee chalamet #timothee #timothée #timothée chalamet #wonka movie #wonka

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I think this poster is my favourite so far 🪄🍫

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This is so lovely 🥰

October

Info - mentions of sex and lingerie

“See,” Timothée said as he snuggled down beside me. He must’ve noticed the happy look on my face because he looked rather proud of himself.

“Don’t,” I warned, but I was smiling too wide for it to sound threatening. He nuzzled his nose into my hair and sighed happily.

“I was right though wasn’t I?” He whispered.

He had been right.

We’d been dating for several months and we really wanted to go on a small vacation together away from life’s stresses. We’d originally been going to go in September, and use the Labor Day weekend, but that had failed. I’d gotten a bad flu and had to take off work. I was miserable and sobbing about how we’d have to put off our vacation.

Timothée had suggested October, and that we use Halloween as our Holiday instead. I had not liked the idea. I wasn’t a fan of Autumn. September had been pushing it, but I knew October would be chilly and nasty. I wanted to sun bathe and have a last swim and have a last summer hurrah. Timothée had promised he’d make it worth my while.

He, to my surprise, had done this well. He’d picked a nice cozy cabin that felt like it was in the middle of nowhere. We’d gone into the small village and made candles at a local shop. We’d had a lunch at a rustic diner. We’d had lazy afternoon sex in the cabin.

We took a nap in one another’s arms after that. When we woke up Timothée cooked me a delicious dinner. We’d played some board games and card games where we got ridiculously competitive.

Now, he’d built a fire as the sun was setting. The air was cool enough that bugs weren’t around, but not so cold I was shivering.

The stars were just beginning to twinkle. My boyfriend was cuddled up next to me in a soft cable knit sweater. The air smelled crisp and the dying daylight was all the colours of the autumnal trees.

“Yeah, you were. I didn’t think Halloween could be like this. Autumn is supposed to be for dead things. Halloween is supposed to be for fear, but all I feel is snug,” I sighed and moved in closer.

Timothée took my hand and laced our fingers. His thumb slowly brushed over my skin. I laid my head on his shoulder.

Tomorrow we had a hay ride scheduled. I knew he’d bought pumpkins for us to carve and candy for us to snack on. I knew I’d also brought a very sexy costume lingerie set, in the spirit of the holiday. However, right now, I was so satisfied just to be doing this.

“Y/n,” he said quietly. I hummed a response. I was co comfortable beside him right now. My head was going over every fun moment we’d had today. A smile wouldn’t stay off my face.

“Y/n,” Timothée said again. This time, I lifted my head.

He was looking at me intently. His eyes were full of emotion. He reached out a hand to cup my face.

He smelled like fire smoke. His eyes were tired from a full day. He had scruff from not shaving, and his hair was a bit tangled. I didn’t think he’d ever looked more beautiful.

“Yes?” I asked. I turned my head to kiss his palm.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered. My heart stuttered to a stop. I hadn’t expected him to say that! Of course, I knew I loved him, but I hadn’t imagined he was there yet. I thought I was much more into him that he was into me.

“Y-you going to say something?” He asked awkwardly. “Sorry, I just thought it would be a good time to say it. I’ve probably fucked everything up.”

“You love me?” I breathed. “You’re IN love with me?”

“Yes, very much so,” he said with the most earnest eyes I’d ever seen.

“You don’t have to say-“

I cut him off by tackling him to the leaf covered ground. I was kissing all over his face. The blanket that had covered us was tangled up in our heap. He was giggling now, and trying to get the upper hand, but I was too excited.

“I love you too,” I said happily. Finally, he caught my face. He pressed his lips to mine in a contented and soft kiss. The way he sighed into it told me he’d finally gotten that off his chest. The idea that he’d loved me for a while and been worried about telling me made my heart swell.

“Told you October was the month to do it,” he chuckled and rubbed his nose against mine.

“Right you were my love,” I said with sparkling g eyes as I pressed my forehead to his. We were both smiling ear to ear. I never disliked Autumn again.

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[timchalamet-devoted]

Hello, hope you are doing well. i love your writings💗

I wanted to suggest an idea for Timothy's newest photos. Reader is just a friend of Timothy, she is cheerful and self-confident, they went out for a walk only together and at the time of the conversation she told him that he is very handsome and starts taking pictures of him, he is embarrassed because he likes her very much. In the end, he looks at the pictures with her and decides to kiss her💗💗

sorry for the mistakes i don't know english well

A/N: Hi, thank you so much for the request!! I'm so glad to know you enjoy writing 🥹 I hope you're doing good too.

I love this idea, and I wanted to take my time, so it turned out well. I hope you enjoy it <3 This is my first request (🥳), so I hope I did alright, and it turned out how you imagined it!

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Picture Perfect

It was the perfect summer getaway. A chateau in the south of France. A month of exploring, dining, and drinking champange. It was now early morning, and the world was still asleep. Silent. The sun was low on the horizon, the rays painting the sky with pastel pinks and yellows. It was clear, not a cloud in sight. Reminents of the fading stars just barely visible.

It was truly a sight to behold.

It was just us. Just me and her. Me and y/n.

My dearest friend, the one person who I truly felt myself with. How I wish it were something more. At times, I feel as though there may be a spark there; that she may feel it too. I can only hope.

She looked like an angel beside me. Her bright smile stretched across her face, illuminated by the soft rays of sun. She seemed to glow, joy radiating from her. The kind that was infectious, I couldn't help but smile.

I was snapped back to reality when I heard my name. I'd been so engulfed in her beauty that I hadn't noticed her calling put to me. My eyes met hers, kind and loving.

"Isn't this lovely?" She sighed, gazing up at the sky.

"Indeed. We usually have so little time to spend with each other, and I do love being in your company."

She bit her lip as she turned back to me, eyes travelling across my face, then down my body and up again to meet my gaze.

A trace of blush creeped up onto her cheeks.

"You look really handsome," She said, matter-of-factly.

"Let me take a picture!" She exclaimed.

"Ya know, a memory of our wonderful holiday."

Before I had a chance to say anything, she had whipped out her phone and had already started snapping pictures. I smuled awkwardly at the camera:I couldn't help but feel flustered at her compliment. Had she meant it? Or was it just an off-hand comment? How could someone like her think anything of me?

An endless field of lavender lined the pathway, a fragrant aroma surrounding it.

I bent down and plucked a sprig, twirling it in my fingers before taking it between my teeth. She laughed at my actions.

What a marvellous sound.

After she was satisfied, we found a quiet place to rest, settling down on a small bench over looking the lavender fields. We looked over the photographs, one after the next, until we came to the one with the lavender piece. She paused, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she examined it. But my eyes were on her, admiring her.

This moment here with her, it was so heavenly, I couldn't stop myself. I finally made up my mind.

Slowly, I leaned in, capturing her lips in mine. They were soft, moulding perfectly with mine, as if meant to be. I felt her hand on the side of my face, and a wave of relief washed over me. After a second, I pulled away, eyes searching hers. And all I saw in them was love.

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I need to get my creative juices flowing so I can write something about the new pictures. He looks like a literal angel 🤍🤍

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Darling boy <3

#timothee #timothee chalamet #timothée #timothée chalamet #screaming #how can he be this beautiful???

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i love timothée chalamet more than anyone else on this planet.

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You would often find yourself as if in slow-motion when everything in the world around slowed and faded, and the only thing you could see was Timothée. A distinct and bright star among the blurry faces.

All thoughts and worries that you carried upon yourself in the outer world vanished in those moments. The one thing that occupied your mind at that moment was him. Your boy. You would gaze at him, following every word, every motion, every smile. You would admire his beautiful green eyes, and his chocolate curls. In those seconds, sometimes minutes, you would dwell in the warmth of your love for him, and his love for you.

And for a moment, you forget where you are, or who you are, and just exist, being with the person you love most in this world. Your Timmy <3

#I am such a delusional mf #timothee #timothee chalamet #wishing this were true

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I love this!!

EVER SINCE NEW YORK — T.C

# timothée chalamet x fem!singer!reader

# in which timothée is eager to have a sip of coffee with his newfound lover before their dinner date

AND SO IT GOES.

when y/n said yes to spontaneously sitting down for coffee with thee timothée chalamet she wouldn’t have expected to come to regret it as she stood in front of luke's, her favorite diner. maybe she shouldn't have brought timothée to her safe space on their first meeting, would that be too forward? he had already asked for a proper dinner date the next night but perhaps timothée wanted to start slowly for the time being — perhaps she was merely overthinking.

the young woman wasn't a spontaneous person so the enthusiastic i'd love to! text she sent took her by surprise. the only spontaneous thing y/n had done all her life was let her dad pick her outfit in ninth grade and while she loved her father's choices in fashion, she'd never do it again for the anxiety was enough to make her uneasy forevermore.

yet here she was. stood in front of a vintage wooden door, contemplating if she should run away to another country and live there underground. but y/n couldn't, she'd wanted this for such a long time, maybe not timothée chalamet directly but definitely a date with someone, and she couldn't back out now. 

the consequences of her actions must be faced.

to ease her thoughts and calm her soul the singer thought of how stupid she'd look if timothée was indeed not inside and could stumble upon her standing there. perhaps he was inside and observing of what kind of fool she was. y/n chuckled. 

the bell of the shop rang and the owner, luke, waved at his regular costumer, receiving such back from the woman. too scared to look around and find those godly green eyes in the sea of people, the young woman decided to say hello to luke first. 

luke danes was an odd character. grumpy and frowning was how one would describe him when they first met him. probably for the rest of their lives too. no one quite knew the reason for his grumpiness though. perhaps the fact that he had to interact with humans every day of his life or the fact that he was indeed alive, who knew? it didn't matter to y/n though, luke loved her, even if he never directly said it. 

his actions spoke for him. luke danes' love language were acts of service and y/n y/l/n was not going to complain with his baking and coffee making skills. he showed the young woman his love through giving her one extra muffin and a few packets of extra creamer in her cinnamon-latte when he served her or the almost smiles he sent her way when she was being a smart-mouth. 

the full smile had been reached one handful of times in the whole five years of knowing him, but y/n cherished those and held them deeply locked in her heart. almost smiles were enough for her.

somehow he became like a second father to her, not having children and all. by no means was luke danes lonely, but he was alone, in a sense of relationships that is, because as long as y/n y/l/n was alive and breathing, luke danes was always going to have someone.

"some curly haired boy passed by the counter a while ago and told me your exact order." the man in a navy cap spoke, "it was odd but i take it you know him."

oh shit, timothée was already there. "luke, is he anywhere near me right now?" y/n replied anxiously but luke didn't mind her as he polished the counter, almost clean enough to recognize his own reflection.

luke frowned, "no but he is ogling you. who's that fella?" 

"not kissing and telling. you might blab to dad." y/n smiled.

"i don't blab and i don't care about this enough to tell your father." he scoffed — for measure, he did.

the young woman only smiled a half smirk and she leaned closer to the counter, "oh yeah, sure. but we both know you care for me so much in that middle aged heart 'o yours and it's gonna kill you someday." 

and there was that weird, almost smile. 

"walk away." luke groaned as he threw the dish towel at y/n whilst she laughed and turned around, facing the tables.

she wasn't prepared for the man that was sat on her favorite seating spot in the café, far in the back next to the goodies, but there he sat, grinning like a cheshire cat. the curly haired wore, much like her, dark green pants paired with a simple white tee and, like luke's hat, a navy blue zipper jacket with a dark coat. 

on the table laid his headphones and on the floor sat a fully packed bag, which y/n guessed was also his. timothée looked so incredibly handsome, even in attire so simple and humane like this. he'd be the death of her.

said woman stepped nervously to the young star that was hastily standing up, awaiting her until her final steps reached him. the pace of her walk contrasted the beating of her heart, her head empty with no thoughts as she could only look to her feet, too timid to maintain eye contact.

y/n had barely noticed when she stood in front of him. there it was, that euphoric smell of tobacco flower and vanilla. she'd give her soul to be able to get a whiff of that every morning as she rolled out of bed, around her house as she did basic chores and nights when she fell asleep — y/n was most definitely going crazy. 

"hello y/n." timothée smiled, opening his arms and giving said woman a welcome to be embraced by his comfort. she whispered back a small hello as they were tangled in each other for a couple of seconds. y/n didn't doubt that luke had already taken multiple pictures and sent them to her dad, even though he said he wouldn't. she knew him all too well. 

the autumn leaves flew in the comforting wind outside, the weather was y/n's favorite. the streets of new york were still busy, even in a cold weather like this, as people walked past the coffee shop and hurried to live each in their own moment. luke's was a well known café but not many people stayed for they liked a more modern aesthetic, like the coffee shop a few blocks down, and not the modern vintage of luke's. danes didn't miss those costumers though, they didn't appreciate the time he put into making those delish pastries and beverages. as long as y/n and her family, who have been regulars for years, were satisfied, so was he. 

"i deeply apologize if this is too rushed and i'm being too forward but i couldn't withhold from seeing you again at the next best opportunity." timothée spoke timidly, much like a few days ago when they were backstage from an interview.

from the corner of her eye, y/n could see the owner approaching them with their beverages and she had to be respectful to the man before her and hold in her laughter as she watched luke's grumpy face. the brunette fiddled with her golden rings and bit her lip, "i have to admit, i'm nervous, but i'm glad you feel that way because so do i. your forwardness is something i really admire." 

the actor had no time to give a reply but smile reassuringly when the middle aged man approached, "cinnamon-latte for seadrop and an expresso for... you." luke paused, realizing he didn't know who that fella with his girl was. "with triple the amount of extra creamer." he mumbled to y/n, putting down their orders and walking away.

timothée picked up his expresso, slightly smiling whilst making eye contact with the woman across from him, "seadrop." he teased with a small glint in his eyes. "do you know him personally or are you just here regularly?"

y/n laughed. "both."

the frenchman hummed a petite smile as both sipped from their beverages, timothée slightly stunned as y/n poured three packets of creamer in her already sweetened cinnamon latte. growing up, she was used to either very sweet or really spicy things and, fortunately, she liked both. she had to thank her family for that. 

they conversed for about half an hour, conversation flowing between them like a calm river. y/n didn't feel awkward with him as she did with other people when she first got to meet them and she was happy about that. the woman never wanted him to be silent around her, she loved his voice and barely audible french accent if you didn't really pay attention. comfortable silence was overrated in her opinion — why would you ever want to be surrounded with silence when you could have a beautiful, melodic voice singing words like a love song in your ears? 

timothée's voice was her favorite song already.

luke observed as his girl held conversation with the unknown man before her. she seemed content where she was but that wasn't unusual for her when in the café. this was her safe space and someone other than her family accompanying her here was a big deal. the owner noticed that the guy she was with was different from all the others he's seen enter his shop before. 

he observed as the brunet let y/n play with the space she had and only coming closer when he sensed she was okay with it. their knees touched underneath the table and their hands held their mugs, centered in the middle of the table and sharing as much warmth as they could. harmless, yet their bodies were spread with electricity from this intimacy. 

luke had never seen y/n be so forward and open with her body language and yet he watched her grow over the past years and perhaps this was finally a break through the barrier for new ralationships. he didn't know though, it was always a guessing game with the young woman. 

the sky was darkening as the clock showed it was almost eight in the evening. the only people left in the café were timothée, y/n and the owner himself, who knew the woman had a spare key to close up if she wanted to stay later than the closing time. 

danes was getting ready to leave when he saw both young adults stand up from their reserved table, the curly haired man aiding the smaller woman with her hair, which had gotten stuck in her knit sweater as he helped her put on her brown coat. timothée's touch was gentle when he lightly pulled her hair from her sweater whilst the other hand laid on her lower back. luke could detect those rosy cheeks from a mile away. 

he waved them goodbye as they left the café but pretended not to see as they embraced outside, busying himself with cleaning the counter that had already been cleaned over a hundred times that day. 

"i can't wait to see you tomorrow. i promise i'll do my best cooking to impress you." timothée bid farewell, leaving a petite peck on her rosy cheek as he left for the metro.

luke pretended to not want to smile as y/n re-entered the café with a grin bigger than he had ever seen, hands squishing her cheeks as she jumped around in happiness. in the end, he caved and gave her his almost smile, glad to share this joy with her.

y/n y/l/n wouldn't admit it then for her heart was too fragile to realize it, but she felt the invisible string attached to her heart tighten the connection it had with the one outside, wandering the streets of new york with a grin just as big as her own. 

[timchalamet-devoted]

Saw him again today 🥹💙

(Also, guys, I promise I didn't abandon you, I've just been really drained recently, and with exams next week, I haven't had the time to write anything. Plus, I know you heard of the rumours, which just complicate everything. So I might not write for a while, but we'll see 🥲)