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Themes from Ch. 4

a link to chapter 4

Infidelity: Lies and Breach of Trust

“Hi my love. I won’t be home for dinner.”

Andy doesn’t tell the whole truth to his wife about where he’s going and what he’s doing, and he tries to hide this from the reader

“Y/N, it’s just dinner.”

avoids the reader’s questions about the situation opting to gaslight the reader instead

breaks the trust that the reader had with Andy

Loss of Love: Breaking Up and Self-Expansion

“... but it still hurts that things ended the way they did.”

the reader and Andy have broken up over their argument about Andy’s infidelity

“Things just haven’t been the same.“

Andy contemplates what’s changed in his relationship with Jen

debates if he lost love or passion, maybe both, or if he’s just grown more and wants something more

Commitment: Choosing to Stay

“... he must tell Jen the truth.”

Andy decides that he must confess and have a more open conversation with Jen

“So… I was kinda seeing someone else.”

the reader tells Timmy about their situation, creating an open conversation between the two

they decide to be more committed to each other after talking more

Fantasy vs. Reality: Accepting Reality

“ You’ve been so caught up with the fantasy in your head...”

after the fight, the reader realizes that their feeling towards Andy are mostly a fantasy

forcing themself to accept reality and recognize its differences to their fantasy

Adolescent Love: Love in Childhood

“... we had someone stay with us and...”

Timmy talk about his experiences with love during his adolescence and how it affected his relationships growing up 

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⋆★⋆★⋆★⋆★ Standing Reservation: Chapter 4 ★⋆★⋆★⋆★⋆

✦ timothée x femme reader

✦ word count: 1521

✦ warnings: 18+, suggestive themes

You and Andy are heading out of his office after finishing a long day of work. You are starving and excited for your usual Monday night Carbone date. You walk past Andy’s secretary: President Hamilton, you have a call from Jen. You feel a pang in your chest. Andy tells you to wait at the elevators, but you linger a bit to try and listen in on his conversation. 

Hi my love. I won’t be home for dinner. You know I have my meetings with Fountain on Mondays.

Your heart drops. You walk towards the elevators and wait there for Andy to finish his call.

Jen. Jen. Jen. Who even is this Jen anyways. Jen. Jen. Jen. Jen. Why does Jen matter so much. You try to tell yourself it doesn’t matter, but everything in you says otherwise. At last, you surrender to the burning curiosity. You quickly pull out your phone and type four words into the search bar: Andy Hamilton NYU Jen. You click the first result. It’s a Wikipedia article. You scroll down through the subheadings. Overview… early life…career…personal life. Fuck. 

You put your phone away quickly as Andy starts walking over to you. He has a huge smile on his face.

“Ready to go?”

“Mhm.”

You get in the car with him, you hear your heartbeat in your ears. Your world is suddenly upside down. You sit quietly and debate on calling him out. It takes a second or two before you finally feel brave enough to confront him for lying.

“So… Jen?”

“What about her? He says without looking up from his phone.”

“I didn’t know you were still with her.”

“She is my wife, Y/N.”

“So, what have we been doing?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Carbone every Monday? Our meetings in your office? Late nights in your car?”

“We haven’t really done anything.”

“I know, but this feels a bit past a professional relationship.”

“I’m not sure why you would think that, I’ve always viewed you as a mentee.”

“So, why did you lie to your wife about where you’ve been every Monday?”

“Y/N, it’s just dinner.” 

“Really? So, what would your wife say about our “meetings” or should I say your meetings with Fountain? It would be pretty crazy if she somehow found out that we’ve been spending all of this time together.” 

“Why don’t I get you home?”

“I mean, I did want the Carbone… but okay.”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea. In fact, I think we should put an end to this.” 

You and him both go silent. He tells the driver to change the address to your apartment. You stare out of the window as you think about everything that just happened. You hate confrontation and feel that you’ve really ruined things between you and Andy.

Your eyes get watery as the pain of losing him starts to sting but you swiftly dry them because you don’t want Andy to see how upset you are. After thirty-minutes of complete silence, you see your street. The driver inches towards the entrance of your building and parks briefly. You quickly glance at Andy to say goodbye.

“Well, I really enjoyed my time with you even though I’m still not sure what this was.”

“Take care Y/N.” 

The car drives off and you rush into your apartment sobbing uncontrollably. You and Andy weren’t in a serious relationship, but it still hurts that things ended the way they did. Andy might’ve been older, but he was was smart, charming, and polite - everything you really want in a partner. There was a true connection between you and Andy, but you’re just a few decades too late.

—----------------- Andy’s POV —-----------------

Y/N left the car and I could see how red her eyes were from holding back her tears. I can’t believe I hurt her but how could I do this to Jen? This isn’t me.

Andy looks down at his wedding ring and takes it off. He thinks about his wedding vows. He sees a cathedral on the corner. Before long, he finds himself wandering in thinking about what he’s just done. Andy sits alone in a pew, silently praying to God for forgiveness. He debates on confessing to his wife… but how could he tell Jen? What would their kids think of him? Does he still love Jen?

Andy thinks about the past year with Jen. Things just haven’t been the same. They don’t hang out like they used to, the sex is boring now, and the passion has practically disappeared. Whenever he’s with Jen, he always finds himself imagining that he’s with Y/N instead. Y/N just makes him feel things that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Even though he knows that it’s wrong to have an affair, though he didn’t do anything with Y/N, part of him wishes that he could just spend more time with Y/N. He just wants to feel a spark again. Things are getting old with Jen, Y/N makes things feel new again.

Andy sits in the cathedral for a while and decides that he must tell Jen the truth. He calls his driver back and heads home to talk to Jen. 

—----------------- Y/N’s POV —-----------------

You’ve been crying for what feels like an eternity. You look over at your alarm clock and it’s almost midnight. Your stomach growls and you realize that you haven’t eaten dinner. Suddenly, your phone vibrates and you see that Timmy is facetiming you. You start to panic. You don’t want Timmy to see you like this. You try to wipe the smeared mascara away from your face as best as you can and then you answer the phone.

“Hey, what are you doing? I wanna show you someth- whoa, Y/N are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just hay fever. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to call tonight.” 

“It’s okay… Anything you wanna talk about?”

You pause for a moment. You aren’t sure if you should tell Timmy about Andy… What would Timmy think about you? What would he say?

“Today kinda sucked.”

“I can come over. I’ll bring Joe’s.”

“Thanks. Let me know when you’re here so I can buzz you in.”

After hanging up the phone, you immediately hop into the shower and freshen up. You do a bit of make-up as you wait for Timmy to arrive. Half an hour later, he texts you and you buzz him in. He enters your apartment, setting the pizza box down, and wraps his arms around you tightly as he lightly kisses you. 

“Thanks for coming… you’re the only person I really wanted to be with today.”

“I love every minute I spend with you.”

Something about hearing Timmy say this brings tears to your eyes. This entire time you’ve been so caught up with the fantasy in your head about Andy that you couldn’t see that Timmy was right here this whole time… You weren’t ever going to have a real chance with Andy but there’s actually a real connection with Timmy and it can work. 

Timmy sees how emotional you are. 

“Hey, you wanna talk about it?”

You hesitate for a second. Should you tell Timmy about Andy? What if he gets angry about it? It’s not like you guys are exclusive but you don’t want to lose Timmy too, especially since you guys have started getting closer. He sees that you want to say something. 

“It’s okay, you can tell me.” 

“So… I was kinda seeing someone else.”

He pauses. He looks a bit surprised but not angry.

“Oh okay… I mean we weren’t official or anything.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t really matter now. We broke things off today, but it would’ve never worked out anyway.”

“I’m sorry?”

He says sort of confused as he doesn’t know how he should console you right now.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking…I really do like you and I want to be with you. I just think that we’ll have to do some work if we want this to happen but I’m willing to try.”

“Me too. I know I haven’t been the best at opening up… it’s just… I was in a relationship back in high school when my family lived in Italy. My parents would use our house to host exchange students and one summer, we had someone stay with us and… I ended up getting really close to this person. Things just didn’t really work out since they had to leave to go back home and it just kinda took a toll on me. Since then, I’ve been a little scared about giving all of myself to anyone, but I really like you Y/N and I want to be with you.”

“So, what now?” 

“Let’s just see where it goes”

You and Timmy embrace each other. You spend the rest of the night eating pizza and cuddling. You feel happy to be with him as the uncertainty of being with Andy was weighing on your mind heavily and it feels nice to finally know that you have Timmy. 

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Themes from Ch. 3

a link to chapter 3

Evolutionary Psychology: Mate Selection

“... nobody has been able to make you feel the way Timmy has“

the reader thinks about the pros and cons between both options detailing many factors that go into mate selection

touches on the need for sexuality, intimacy, and even cultural/societal expectations

Neurology of Love: Dopamine Rush

 “Every touch lights your body on fire”

the reader experiences rushes whenever she’s with Timmy or Andy

Making Love Last: Communication

“Okay. I like that.”

shows a flashback to a conversation that the reader had with Timmy regarding their relationship

open discussion making boundaries and expectations more clear while respecting existing boundaries

Sex and Eroticism: Playfulness to Spice Up a Relationship; Sex and Intimacy

“May I?”

Timmy is more playful with the reader this time around, makes the relationship feel a bit different than what it did

They try new things to reinvigorate their passion for one another

Also used as a way to foster more intimate interactions and conversations between each party

Fantasy vs. Reality: Indulging in Fantasy

“... he’s yours”

the reader chooses to ignore any red flags about Andy in order to keep believing int he fantasy they have built around him

the fantasy is worsened by a contrasting relationship with Timmy, who provides everything Andy doesn’t

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⋆★⋆★⋆★⋆★ Standing Reservation: Chapter 3 ★⋆★⋆★⋆★⋆

✦ timothée x femme reader

✦ word count: 1545

✦ warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, suggestive themes

You think about how much life has changed since the beginning of the year. Never in your life would you have seen this coming. Here you are hooking up with Timothée. Fucking. Chalamet. Not to mention the intimate meetings with the president of your university. Sure, your experience with Andy is limited, but your mind can't help but wander. You replay all the conversations you’ve had with him at your spot, Carbone, every Monday. Nobody’s ever been able to hold a conversation with you, banter with you, or challenge you the way he does. 

Still, nobody has been able to make you feel the way Timmy has. Every time your eyes meet you fall helplessly into his gravitational pull. Every touch lights your body on fire, evoking an ecstasy you've never experienced before. Besides, he's also in his twenties. The age gap is much more… comfortable. Nobody would bat an eye if they saw the two of you together.  Well, outside of the Who is she? Is he dating a fan! What about Armie Hammer?! comments. But while your physical connection is electric, he doesn’t talk to you. It’s been months, and he still hasn’t opened up. At least he’s single. Something you’re not sure you can say about An–

*Ding* A notification. It’s Timmy. He’s asking if you can come by his place later. You let out an exasperated sigh. You’re aching to see him, of course, but you feel guilty about your situation with Andy. Lately, you’ve found yourself developing something for him. But you can’t for so many reasons! He's the president of NYU, he's old enough to be your father! Oh my god, your father. What would your parents think? Your friends, family, they wouldn’t approve of this at all! Not to mention Jen… Jen, Jen, Jen… it’s not his wife, right? No, definitely not. Otherwise he wouldn’t have gone to dinner, right? It was probably just his sister visiting, or maybe a friend… right? Good god, get a grip (Y/N)! Pull yourself together! Ok, but then again, you’re not actually doing anything wrong? It’s not like your dinners are actually dates or anything, (but it’s not like they aren’t dates…) would that make him a cheater? Would that make you one? *You try and shake those thoughts from your head*

You think about the first weekend you spent with Timmy…

You know we’ve been spending a lot of time together these past few days. I know. But what does that mean for us… Idk. I’m gonna need a little more than that, please. I don’t know… I like you, but it just feels too soon. And regardless, I’m not ready to be in a relationship just yet. Me either, we can just keep things casual for no– But I don’t want to be just casual with you… I really like you Y/N. Well, how about this: we can see other people, keep it open, but we will always be each other’s number 1… we can call it… semi-casual. Semi-casual? Okay. I like that.

… You never promised each other anything beyond being each other’s priority… but was that emotional priority or physical priority? Would that make what you’re doing with Andy, assuming they are dates, cheating? Ugh. You decide to stop thinking about it for today. Oh shit. You forgot about Timmy’s text.

“Hey! I’ll be free later if you still wanna meet.”

*ding* “Of course I do. See you tonight”

You put your phone down and try to move on with your day, but you can’t get either out of your head. Today was a busier day at the office as you were running around frantically to get everything organized for a small team gathering this weekend. After a while, you started to get sweaty. You debated on rushing home to shower first, but you didn’t want to keep Timmy waiting, so you figured you would just shower at his place. 

The day finally ends and you heads to Timmy’s. 

As you enter into his apartment and he leans in to greet you but you place your hand on his mouth

He looks at you, confused, and lets out a little “hmm?”

“i’m gross, I need to shower and brush my teeth first”

“I like it when you're gross,” he mumbles into your hand. 

You giggle, “I'll be quick I promise! Wait for me in bed and I'll meet you there!”

Timmy wines in protest as you enter the bathroom. You’re smiling to yourself as you begin to undress. You like seeing this side of him, needy for your affection, it’s cute. you jump in the shower and let the warm water pour over you. Suddenly you heard the door open, followed by a cool breeze, and a naked timmy grinning at you from the door. 

“I’m comin in!”

“Timmy! I promise I'm almost done! I'll be out in a second!” He opens the door despite your protests. 

“It’s ok, you’re hot when you're wet. Plus we get to try shower sex!”

“You’re such a doofus” you say laughing as you pull him in for a kiss. And then your lips are intertwined with the water cascading down on you. He couldn’t get enough of you, his hands slid down the curves of your body, no crevice left unexplored. You ran your fingers through his damp hair as his hands inched between your legs. You let out a soft moan as he began to rub small circles on your clit. Your breath hitched as waves of pleasure ran through you. His lips lowered to your pulse point delicately nipping at the spot he knew drove you wild. He let out a chuckle at the way your body reacted as his lips made their way down to your sensitive nipples. Just as the knot began to form in your stomach, he spun you around and pressed your back against the wall. 

He looks down at you, “May I?” he asks, with a smirk, already knowing the answer but asking anyway. “Please do,” you reply with a chuckle. He lifts your leg up a bit more, then gently enters into you, giving you a moment to adjust. He moves in and out, keeping you securely pressed against the wall. 

Pants and moans filled the shower and you gasped as he hit just the right spot, leaning your head back against the shower wall. That reaction motivates him to pick up the pace of his thrusts and slid a hand between you running circles on your clit with his thumb. You quickly began to feel the knot in your stomach tighten and his rhythm began to falter, thrusts getting sloppier. The cascading water drowning out the sound of you both reaching your climax. 

“Hey Y/N… it’s kinda late, do you wanna stay over tonight?”

You’re taken aback for a second. This is the first time he’s ever asked you to stay and not the other way around. “Sure,” you say with a slight smile on your face.

You go to the bathroom, and when you get back, Timmy hands you one of his shirts. “For you to be more comfortable.”

You let out a little laugh, “Thanks.” You can see him smile a little, and you start to think he’ll open up tonight. 

You get into bed, and your met with Timmy’s back. “Goodnight.” You wait a bit with no response from him, and decide to turn away from him. You can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Maybe you got your hopes up, maybe you’re just starting to realize Timmy isn’t giving you what you need from him. But Andy does. He’s considerate, he’s smart, he’s comforting, he’s yours. He’s a little secret that you tell nobody, which excites you; while all of your friends know about Timmy. They all joke about the openness of your relationship with Timmy, chopping it up to “Well you’re definitely not his only one. There’s no way. You should definitely be seeing other people.” Little do they know… you are.

“Hey, Y/N?”

Your thoughts are cut short. You turn your head to take a look at him, “Yeah.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Everything… and nothing.”

He turns around and pulls you close. He rolls you over forcing you to face him. The two of you are so close you can feel each other’s heartbeats. “I just wanna say sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?” You look up, but he averts his gaze.

“For not being able to open up as much. I can tell you want me to, but it’s hard. But thank you… for being patient with me.” You can feel your face start to get warm. “I really like you, and I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

“I-It’s okay… don’t worry about it. We’re good.”

He sighs. “I know you’re just saying that to make me feel better, but know that I’ll try to do better. For you.”

You don’t know what else to say. You’re so confused – no, happy – wait, confused – no wait happy. You want to say something, but nothing came come to your mind, nothing will come out of your mouth, nothing will–

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Goodnight.” He pulls you close, and you whisper back,

“Goodnight.”

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Themes from Ch. 2

link to chapter 2

Neurology of Love: Physical Attraction

“... your arm brushes his. The feelings that follow are indescribable.”

the rush that the reader feels is a rush of dopamine, creating what feels like a heavy positive response to the physical touch

Infidelity: Secrets and Lack of Communication

“Tell Jen I won’t be home for dinner tonight.”

Andy tries to keep Jen a secret from the reader, and he tries to keep the reader a secret from Jen

This shows a lack of communication and openness, which could break the trust that people put into a relationship

Evolutionary Psychology: Factors of Attraction

“... this means you’ll be spending a lot more time with Andy“

Seeing and spending time with someone creates a sort of familiarity with that person regardless if you speak to them; this is known as the propinquity effect

Seeing them in repetition also allows for more chances to get to know the person and start to find more reasons to be attracted to them

Dating & Mating: Seeing Other Options

“Was that a date?“

The reader questions if they went on a date with someone other than Timmy

A large part of dating is seeing and talking to multiple people to find the one you are most attracted to and find the most suitable

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⋆★⋆★⋆★⋆★ Standing Reservation: Chapter 2 ★⋆★⋆★⋆★⋆

✦ timothée x femme reader

✦ word count: 1322

✦ warnings: 18+, suggestive themes

If the next twenty-four hours happened, you sure can’t remember them. You’re back in Timmy’s kitchen sipping wine just like yesterday, and you can’t pay the past any matter. Right now, it's just you and Timmy. The sky is dark, but his eyes light up the space between the two of you. It isn’t until you catch a glance at your purple NYU sweatshirt on the coat hook that you remember that the University Town Hall Meeting is tomorrow morning. You will present in front of the whole student body and University President Andy Hamilton. 

You wake up in Timmy’s bed to the sun on your face after a weekend of fantastic sex, glowing like never before. Energized and refreshed, you head straight for the auditorium. What a way to start your last year at NYU.

Swarmed by anxious jitters, you make your way up to the stage. After a deep inhale, you jump right into what you rehearsed. So far, the presentation is off to a great start. But there is no denying that something feels off. You can’t help but notice President Hamilton’s eyes on you. The room is filled with two-hundred of the school’s top executives but you swear there’s only two people—you and Andy. For the rest of your speech, you speak directly to him. Only once you hear the roaring applause are you jolted back to reality. You aren’t in the right mind to appreciate it. Instead, you go back to your seat in a daze and wait for the meeting to proceed. 

After what feels like a lifetime, all of the speakers are finished. You stand up, accepting congratulations from your fellow students. As you Grubhub Kimmel, you feel a tap on your shoulder. President Hamilton has made his way over to you with a smile. He commends you on your presentation: I was really moved by what you had to say. I’d love for you to stop by my office so we can discuss this later. Stunned, you maintain your composure: With all due respect President, I don’t want this to be all talk. I have the data. I have the information. All I need is action from the administrators. Are you gonna do something or is this just sweet talk? To say Andy was taken aback is an understatement. He couldn’t recall the last time a student spoke to him in such a manner. He comes back at you with the same tenacity: Well if you’re so certain about your plan, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble convincing me to enact it in my office. 

Throughout the day, your mind wanders ceaselessly. You are unable to focus on anything, save for President Hamilton’s merciless tone. If you’re so certain about your plan? Please! Did he even hear you speak? I’m sure you’ll have no trouble convincing me to enact it in my office. He heard you there in the auditorium. Why does he need you in his office? In my office. In my office. In my office. In my office. The day seems like it’ll never end. In my office. In my office. The words repeat themselves in your head even as you approach that one infamous room.

At last, you walk toward his secretary. Before a word can escape you, she speaks: He’s waiting for you. Walk right in. You head down the short hallway, and give his door a tentative knock. He utters just one word: Enter. You gently push the door open and slowly walk toward President Hamilton. He stands to greet you. You go in for a handshake, but he gives you a tight embrace, and, with it, a whiff of his tantalizing scent. You quickly come to the realization that he towers over you. As he releases, you stumble backwards. For a brief moment before he grabs your wrists to steady you, you are hit with the hard truth that nothing is certain in this life. That everything-–you, Andy, Timmy, all of it—is finite. You take a second to remember why you're there. Without further hesitation, you go into student-president mode. You pull out your iPad and present like the future of this institution rests on your shoulders. You make sure there is no flaw in your argument or gap in your knowledge. You lay out every ounce of information you have plainly for him to see. There was no way to deny it—you were absolutely right. Your four years at this school all led up to this one meeting.

You may have been a little overly ambitious. It isn’t until Hamilton's stomach rumbles that you realize the sun has set. Hastily, you regroup. I’m so sorry, President Hamilton. I didn’t mean to keep you for so long. Behind the President’s no-nonsense exterior, you notice a slight grin. Never apologize for caring, Y/N. It’s one of the things I like most about you. He pauses. That being said, I’m sure we’ve both worked up an appetite. Can I treat you to a meal at Carbone? You take a moment, running it all over in your head. Dinner? With the university’s president? On a Monday night? At Carbone? It doesn’t feel quite right, but you can’t say no. The fate of your project lies on his approval. Tentatively, you accept. Excellent, he says. You grab your things, and he assists you in putting on your coat. As you go to put your hand in the sleeve, your arm brushes his. The feelings that follow are indescribable. Butterflies? Please. Immense pleasure? Doesn’t cut it. You can only recall a few other times that you’ve felt what you are feeling now—all of them with Timmy. You look up at President Hamilton’s shining eyes. By the way, he remarks, call me Andy. As you pass his secretary on the way out of the office, the president lingers behind. Tell Jen I won’t be home for dinner tonight.

You get to Carbone, and immediately get seated. You’re shocked; you’ve heard it’s impossible to get a table here unless you book months, years in advance. “What, are you surprised?” Andy asks with a little smile on his face.

“Yeah, a little.”

“Well, a lot comes with being President of NYU.” You both laugh, and continue to talk all night. Eventually your project becomes the topic of discussion. “You know, I think this project is kind of big, we’ll probably need someone to oversee it.”

“Oh, really? Well I trust you’ll find someone capable.”

“Actually, I already have someone in mind.” You perk up, excited to hear who he wants to ask. “You.”

“What? Wait, seriously? Me? Why me?”

“Y/N, it’s your project. Nobody knows it better than you. You’re perfect for this. Will you do it”

“Oh my god, of course!” It suddenly hits you, this means you’ll be spending a lot more time with Andy. You don’t know if you should be happy or hesitant, but dinner goes on, and you two talk for hours.

Dinner comes to an end, and Andy asks you where you're headed. I’m just gonna take the J back home. It goes right to my place. He doesn’t hesitate. Nonsense. Let me take you home. You pause. It is pretty late. And it’s raining out. Not to mention, an Uber will cost you forty bucks. You take him up on his offer. He holds an umbrella over you and opens the door, helping you steady yourself as you step in. Have a great night, Y/N.

You lie in bed for a second thinking about the night you just had. Was that a date? With the President of NYU? No way. No. Can’t be. Right? You think about it more and more and can’t help but smile until you remember… Jen. You quickly shake your head to put the name out of your head, and forget about whoever Jen is. That’s a problem for tomorrow, not tonight.

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Themes from Ch. 1

link to chapter 1

Dating Culture: online dating

"Meeting people online feels impossible these days”

shows how online dating has curated the expectation of perfection as the reader continues to swipe through profiles with a more critical point of view

discusses the frequent dishonesty in dating profile (e.g. lying about height, catfishing, etc.)

explains how exhausting online dating can sometimes feel

"You talk about everything and nothing”

expectations of hookup culture to be less emotional and more for pleasure

sex can foster intimacy as Timothée and the reader talk about themselves after sex as well as being able to see each other be vulnerable

Attachment Styles: avoidant vs. secure

“... his bashful apprehension toward commitment“

Timothée struggles with being vulnerable in relationships 

mentioning Timothée’s avoidant attachment style relating it back to his relationship with his father when he was a child

“You don’t blame him... You trust him”

the reader understands Timothée’s feelings, contrasting his avoidant attachment with her more secure attachment

trusts his attraction/feelings to the reader is genuine

Reproductive Strategies: monogamy vs. non-monogamy

“Keeping it open is the right move“

Timothée and the reader talk about what they want to do after their hookup ultimately deciding that they should stay open

the two establish a consensually non-monogamous relationship where they agree that they are in the early stages of a relationship but aren’t to the point to commit to monogamy

Sex Ed: fanfiction as a learning tool

“He goes in slowly and you start to kiss“

smut, or graphic sex scenes, is included in many fanfictions making these stories a common source of sexual knowledge and understanding for adolescents

despite the content being graphic, its often the only way for some people to learn about sex and consent

consent is emphasized here because it’s often lacking, or even not included, in many popular fanfics

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hi !! can u write a timothee x y/n fic set in new york pls <333

⋆★⋆★⋆★⋆★  Standing Reservation: Chapter 1 ★⋆★⋆★⋆★⋆

✦ timothée x femme reader

✦ word count: 833

✦ warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, suggestive themes

Five nine? Sure you are. Left. Just looking for a plug? I think not. Left. Fish picture? Why even bother? Left. Abs. More abs. Abs again. Left. Left. Left. Meeting people online feels impossible these days. You sigh, halfheartedly swiping one more time as you put your phone down in defeat. Wait. You glance at the screen once more to find a picture of Timothée Chalamet staring back at you. Oh, please. Catfish, you figure.You come close, but something in you can’t bear to close the app. Still, why not humor them? It will give you something to talk about. You swipe right. It’s a match. You roll your eyes, but a slight chuckle escapes you. Whatever, you shrug. Still, you start the conversation. u really think this shit will get u bitches huh? Send. Just two minutes later, a notification. sure i do. those are my fav selfies. For God’s sake. Ok. Forget it. But you can’t forget it. You open the app once again. wanna ft? You scoff, yet you can’t help but entertain the possibility. It’s been a long week. Why not? If it’s weird, you’ll hang up.

Hours pass. You never hung up. The call ends. Holy shit. It was really him. Shaking, you go to text your best friend. i just fucking facetimed timothee chalamet for three and a half hours im deadass. “(Y/N) this sounds like you’re reading me the plot of a bad fanfic. No way this actually happened!” You spend forty-five minutes trying to convince her. Wait till she finds out you're pulling up to his apartment tomorrow.

You give the door a timid knock. Timmy greets you with a sly smile and a kiss on each cheek. He welcomes you into his home with no inhibitions, remarking on the harsh weather as he helps you take off your jacket. Anxious yet eager, you have no idea what to expect. He guides you to his kitchen and offers you wine. You graciously accept, and playfully mock his mess-of-a-kitchen. The conversation flows effortlessly and before you know it, you are lost in it. In him. The laughter slowly dies down, a smile stuck on his face as he looks directly into your eyes. He moves his hand toward you and caresses your cheek. “May I?” You can’t help but notice the slight shakiness in his voice. He goes in slowly and you start to kiss. You are lost in each other. He begins tracing his hand along the buttons on your shirt. “Is this okay?” You nod. He looks straight into your eyes, his voice a gentle whisper. “I don’t want you to nod, I want you to tell me what you want.” A beat. “Timmy, I want you.” You undo the buttons on your shirt as he kisses you madly. He guides your shirt off your shoulders, and you begin to lower the waistband on your pants. Still fully clothed, he kisses your neck. You push him away—”your turn now.” He takes off his shirt and continues to kiss you, pulling you toward him. There is no more space in between you, but he wants you closer. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, where he plops you onto the bed while he takes his pants off. He gets on top and you pull his head down to kiss you. He traces his hands down your body. Slowly, he inches toward your heat. He gets closer and closer until you shiver. “Do you want me to stop?” “Please don’t” Ever so gently, he traces your entrance. He slowly inserts his finger, and you gasp. “Is this okay?” “Yes,” you exhale shakily. He thrusts in and out. He inserts a second finger. “Too much,” you tell him. “Slow down.” He gently pulls out. “Only when you’re comfortable.” You adjust. “I’m ready, Timmy” He kisses your lips, inching toward your jawline. He travels down your neck, and scatters pecks across your body. He stops at your breasts, then peppers kisses down your stomach. You feel the soft plumpness of his lips touch your most sensitive area.

After you finish, you go to the restroom to pee. You notice one of his tee shirts sitting on his dresser. You pull it over yourself and he smiles, plainly enamored by you, as you get back into bed. He caresses your hair. You talk about everything and nothing.

That evening, you can’t focus on anything. Timmy’s living in your head rent free. He is adamant that he wants you to come back, however he is reluctant to start a relationship. You don’t blame him. You were granted privileged insight to Timmy's most vulnerable side. You think about how genuine he was when he articulated his bashful apprehension toward commitment. It comes from his father, he told you. You trust him—he insists it has nothing to do with his attraction to you. You know he wants you bad. Keeping it open is the right move.

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the tl needed timmy with flowers 😌

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HELPP HOW DOES HE LOOK SO GOOD AS WONKA

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this video has been playing over and over again in my mind all day