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txchlmet · 2 years

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around the world ✿ | timothée chalamet

fc: madison beer | warnings: none, just fluff

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timmyupdates new picture of timothée at y/n's concert in manchester tonight!

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user1 supportive boyfriend >

user2 he was watching her from the crowd how cute 🥺

user3 i was standing behind him and my mans had heart in his eyes the entire time

↪ user4 i saw a video on twitter where he pulled out his phone and took pictures of her every time she changed outfits 😭

user5 he's been with her for the entire european leg of tour, ladies IF HE WANTED HE WOULD

user6 he's setting the bar so high for us

↪ user7 he's... standing in a crowd. 💀

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yourinstagram manchester, i'm never gettin over u

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user1 you were amazing bubs 💕

user2 the way you did not hesitate to jump off the stage to hug that fan who was sobbing 💀

↪ user3 the security guard looked so done too 😭

pauline.chalamet you looked so pretty and sounded amazing 🥺

kidcudi 🤩

tchalamet you blow my mind every time !!

↪ yourinstagram mon ange garçon, i adore you 🥺

user4 they're so in love no one touch me

user5 timmy dancing to y/n's songs every night is my daily dose of serotonin fr fr

nicoleflender beautiful concert, beautiful girl!

user6 can't wait for the tour dairies, we're gonna have so much content 😭

user7 still waiting for timmy's cryptic post

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fanaccount in today's q&a, y/n said she has written songs about timothée!

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user1 "expect a feature with lil timmy tim" she's so funny bye 💀

user2 plss the way she blushed when fans mentioned timothée 🥺

user3 she also said timmy knows how to write songs!!

↪ user4 patiently waiting for the day they collab on something 😭

user5 they're both so awkward and shy, it's like they're the same person

user6 no cause the day they get married is the day i'd die

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tchalamet mon petit paradis, photo de moi ☺

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user1 oh to be timothée's little heaven 😔

user2 alexa play that should be me by jb

user3 when they post about each other >

florencepugh obsessed with her 😍

user4 so lil timmy tim's got photography skills?!

user5 I HOPE TIMMY KNOWS HOW TO FIGHT 🤺

user6 timmy is your girlfriend single?

↪ tchalamet NEVER

prideofgypsies 🧡🧡🧡🧡

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yourinstagram photo dump with ma lovah <3

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user1 SECOND SLIDE SECOND SLIDE

user2 timmy's smile on the third pic 🥺🥺

user3 if they ever break up i'll stop believing in love

user4 you don't understand, these are my parents

zendaya in love with these

user5 third picture he was looking at her while she performed and you can't convince me otherwise 😌

pauline.chalamet love you guys so much

user6 can they break up already? i'm tired of seeing them everywhere 🙄

↪ yourinstagram no ❤

user7 Y/NNN 💀

user8 after that ^ comment y'all should get married just to annoy these bitches

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txchlmet · 2 years

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"is it ungentlemanly if i say right out that i wanna fuck you?"

GOODBYE I ASCENDED TO THE HEAVENS

the meet cute diaries: coachella

pairing: timothée chalamet x fem!reader

synopsis: in which you meet timothée chalamet at coachella and things get steamy

word count: 1.2k

warnings: heavy flirting i think? and steam

a/n: idk if u can tell but that damn coachella video lives in my mind rent free this just proves it even more i’m sorry

“love when it comes without a warning’ ‘cause waitin’ for it gets so borin’ a lot can change in twenty seconds a lot can happen in the dark”

it was late at night, and you (along with everyone else around you) were bopping your heads to the beat of billie bossa nova by billie eilish, who was headlining the festival’s second night.

you felt a disturbance to your left, so you watched the people around you shuffle to accommodate a tall, curly haired man who had shades on despite the dark that enveloped all of you.

i’m not sentimental but there’s something 'bout the way you look tonight makes me wanna take a picture make a movie with you that we’d have to hide

“hi,” he said loudly, leaning near you.

“hi!” you shouted back over the music.

“i’m timothée!” he yelled.

you smiled. ever since your friends left you early that afternoon, you’d been mingling with the people around you but they were dry, stuck up snobs, so you were happy to be talking to someone again for a change.

“i’m y/n.” you say over the music, sticking out your hand.

“it’s weird you shake hands,” he remarked with a smile, taking it.

“oh i know exactly what you mean, mr. chalamet.”

“right now i’m just timmy.” he said simply. “i’m with stephane and keith, by the way,” he said, introducing his two companions, one of whom looked like goliath because he was so fucking tall.

“you know her, don’t you?” you asked, pointing at billie eilish who was singing on stage.

“yeah, she’s a friend.” he answered, flashing the vip sticker plastered on his chest.

you nod, looking him up and down. he’s even hotter in person, you thought.

“hey, can you sign this?” you ask, pulling a receipt out of your bag. it was something irrelevant that he could autograph.

“sure.” he borrowed a marker from the tall guy— keith— and signed his name on the back of the receipt like it was no biggie. along with it was a little message: you look good tonight.

“thanks.” you beam.

“anything else?” he asked. you were about to shake your head til you got an idea.

you peeled back the tight, white top you were wearing to expose a corner of your skin, just above the hip, by your waist. you smiled flirtatiously. “can you sign here?” he blinked, definitely taken aback by the request. “why not.”

you felt him rest the wrist of his hand against the waistband of your jeans as he used the marker to write his name in big, loopy strokes. “perfect.”

you better lock your phone and look at me when you’re alone won’t take a lot to get you goin’ i’m sorry if it’s torture though i know, i know

you were doing a dance now, aware of how timothée was watching you. so you rolled your hips, shimmied your shoulders, moved around gracefully, a bit sensually, even.

i’m not sentimental i’m not sentimental i’m not sentimental

then, the next song came on: oxytocin. you realized, based off of the funky beat and haunting whispers that built the song’s lyrics. i can see it clear as day you don’t really need a break wanna see what you can take

“you should really run away,” you imitate billie’s haunting voice, singing the lyric to timothée, beside you.

“should i?” he asked, amused. his eyebrows were raised and you didn’t know if it was because he was interested, appealed, or if he was just being polite.

“mm.” before you knew it, he was dancing with you, your hands wrapped in his as you moved your bodies in a way that fit each other.

a few songs later and you both had a couple drinks. it made you realize how his face was so close to yours, and you could smell his cologne. it was something that smelled expensive, but also really warm and comfy.

“you’re beautiful.” timothée mumbled. the compliment made you smile. “let’s get out of here?” he asked, brushing his lips against the back of your neck. the festival was coming to a close, anyways.

so, guided by his hand pulling you out of the sea of people (and maybe by the alcohol too), you found yourselves heading towards a vacant area behind the parking and away from most people.

then your hands were in timothée’s hair, his neck pressing against the crook of his elbow, while his arm was wrapped around your waist, pressing you into him even more. when your lips met, it felt like you were on fire. like all the internal systems of your body went on overdrive and just combusted.

his lips were soft— sure, he tasted like alcohol and cigarettes, but you could also catch a hint of mint somewhere there. you knew that he knew for sure what he was doing. timmy carried himself with the composure of someone who knew that they were a big hotshot, but also didn’t want to take too much advantage of it. he let out a little needy moan, wanting more, causing you to smile against his lips, aware of the effect you had on him.

“fuck.” timothée murmured, both his hands firmly on your waist now. he pulled back the corner of your top to trace the area he signed earlier. he was leaning in again, but this time, the two of you were interrupted by a phone ringing. “sorry, that’d be steph.”

you nodded, pulling away and scratching self consciously behind your ear as he talked into the phone.

“hang on— y/n? you got someone to drive you?” timmy asked.

you were supposed to catch a ride with a new friend you made, but going home with timothée sounded like a much better idea. “no.”

“she’s coming with us.” you heard him say, before he clicked off his device and took your hand. “c'mon, they’re over there.”

so he pulled you to another deserted area, one with a roof this time, with space for cars to pull up and pick up whoever.

“are you sure i’m not intruding? i can catch a ride somewhere el—”

you were cut off by his lips on yours once more. your hands, which were on your sides, found their way to his face and you held him as he leaned against you. “come home with me.” he whispered. “fuck, y/n, i’ve known you for barely an hour and you do… things to me.”

“oh yeah?” you grinned tauntingly. “what things?” you were never this bold. another effect of the alcohol, you supposed.

he hesitated. “you make me want to make you say my name in bed. those pretty little sounds you made while we were kissing awhile ago…“ he trailed off, tracing insignificant patterns on the bare skin on your arms. "is it ungentlemanly if i say right out that i wanna fuck you?”

then you felt his fingers slide into your pants, tugging lightly on the bands of your underwear. “you don’t know how badly i wanna take these off.” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against your neck.

you swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say. you wanted him badly, too. right then, a big, dark car pulled up. your transport had arrived. “to be continued at home, yeah?” timothée smiled, helping you up before following you inside.

#fic rec #favs💌

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