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Requests are open :)

[galactic-womann]

I keep reading this over and over again. I realized I had a lot more planned for this imagine including why Timothee was so sad and the relevance of the beginning scene. But I closed it off on a nice note and left so much stuff unanswered. I feel like it’s kind of confusing? And it’s bothering me so much lmaooo damn

hey would you mind writing one for Timmy? maybe one where the two of you are best friends and you both like each other and one of you lets it slip?? thank you so much :)

Hey hey sweetie. I think I got carried away with this request skskdkgkhb I got excited. I think I made it just a smidge angsty sort of. But I still hope you like it!! I’m so glad about all the positive feedback on my last post! I honestly am shook to the fucking core I love you guys. Here it is.

*excuse any spelling mistakes*

Their lips glided together, they fit together like puzzle pieces. It seemed they’ve been kissing forever after only a few short -but sweet- moments. Her hands occupied his hair, and his hands… they trailed further and further down until-

“SQUEEZE!” I screamed at the TV set before me. A pair of quick feet hopped into the room and tripped into an irregular position on the floor. Neither Timothee or I paid attention to his clumsy-ness and instead indulged in further yelling.

“He groped her ass! I knew he was a piece of shit!” I pointed accusingly at the TV and glaring at Timothee. He got up from the floor and grabbed a handful of popcorn from a bowl on the coffee table. The lady on the screen let out a yelp and slapped the fellow in front of her. Serves him right!

“Rewind it, I won’t believe it until I see it.. I TOLD YOU TO WAIT!” He yelled at me then continued to stuff his face with popcorn.

“You’re too slow.” I complained.

“Oh sure.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re impatient.” He drawled in my direction. My arms were crossed as I faced him, he paid his attention to the TV and I was able to catch a long view of him. He looked so beautiful when he was focused on something that thrilled him. Timothee has been my best friend since Elementary school, we were entering the climax of our senior year. Then and now, I still couldn’t muster up the courage to say: “Hey I’ve had a crush on you since middle school! What do you say? Let’s go out for some pizza?” I sound pathetic. I’m so sure he doesn’t like me in that way, and I certainly don’t want to destroy our friendship. I’d die if that happened.

“Y/n.. stop staring at my popcorn face and stare at the TV! They’re kicking his ass! Poor Elizabeth deserves better.” He interrupted my trance, with a mouthful of popcorn.

“You need to swallow, ugly.” I slumped back into the couch and watched the rest of the episode.

-The next day, we were in the car and I began thinking.

Being best friends with Timmy and having a crush on him isn’t easy. Timothee is easily one the most attractive guys in New York City, and that says something. Seeing girls and guys flirting with him is as common as the president doing something stupid. I feel a little bad for him, he’s actually never had a girlfriend and he’s accustomed to turning down dates and relationships. I’ve only asked him once what it was about and he didn’t take talking about it well, we never spoke of it again.

“Toad, I’m bored.” I call him ugly a lot because he knows for a fact he isn’t.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not in the mood.” This shook me out of my humor and the atmosphere suddenly seemed sharp.. sad.

“Timmy, are you alright?” He was driving us to school, I was In the passenger seat. I caught a glimpse of his face. His features were drooped, like he didn’t sleep much last night.

“I’m fine. I’m just really stressed out, I didn’t sleep much.” He confessed.

“Hey..” I reached out to his hand on the wheel and he immediately freaked out. He swerved onto the other lane, scaring the hell out of the both of us.

“Chalamet what are you DOING? Pull over!” I demanded, my first thought was to yell at him for getting in front of the wheel when he’s this out of it. But then I saw his face, he was breathing heavy and he looked close to tears from fright. I realized, there something really wrong. I relaxed.

“Hey, T. How about instead of going to school we hit the beach instead?” I asked with a gentle smile. He looked at me, hesitant. Then, nodded.

He smiled at me, his absolutely dazzling smile.

We switched seats and I drove us to the beach, the weather was warm and perfect. The sun was just rising and I suddenly felt happy. Looking at Timothee, I felt so lucky.

Timmy seemed to relax as soon as he laid himself on the sand. I took the liberty of plopping myself down next to him.

“Y/n..” he muttered. I turn my head to look at him. “Yeah, T?” My heart fluttered at his voice saying my name.

“Thank you, for understanding me. Also for being my best friend.”

“C’mon.. you don’t have to thank me-“

“I do.” He gazed into the blue and pink sky before him. “You’re so amazing. I..” My heart pounded, I was scared my armpits were starting to sweat from nervousness.

“..I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He finished. I stared at him longer. I longed to reach out and trace his features, to touch him. But I only memorized, that face I’ve seen so many times but never looked at it the way I do now. From his curls, to his eyelashes, to his nose… his lips. I wanted to kiss them.. him. Make him know that I’m here, and I’ll always be here.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when he suddenly rose up from the sand. He looked down at me and smiled. “Look at that fucking sky. Look at the water, have you ever seen anything more beautiful?” He sighed. “I never want this to end.” I turned to look at the sky.

Cotton candy clouds hovered below the deep blue sky, the sun was not yet a bright beaming yellow, but a deep orange. The rosy horizon kissed the Atlantic Ocean and the sea glittered at the sight of what seemed to be the gates of heaven before us. I was at a loss of words, I couldn’t possibly conjure up a single sentence that could perfectly describe the scene before me. I looked over to Timothee again.

His green eyes were fixated on me, on my eyes. Then they focused on the rest of my face. I felt a flutter in my stomach and I couldn’t think of a single thing to do in this blissful moment.

So I did something only someone with a idle intelligence does.

I scooped up a handful of sand and I tossed it at his chest.

He stared his chest for a second before a smile formed on his face and he laughed. Wow this guy really is my best friend.

“You’re such an idiot, y/n.” He said, which made me laugh. “I guess idiots fall idiots.” I cracked, laughing. I didn’t realize how much of an impulsive moron I was, until I looked at Timothee’s face.

His smile faded, replacing it was a serious look. Literally, I’m a FUCKING moron. I was SCREAMING in my head.

“Did you mean that?” He almost whispered. My heart was ready to jump out of my throat, I crossed my arms and looked down at the sand. I don’t want to lose my best friend, I wished myself back to the blissful moment. The moment before all of this. I didn’t realize Timothee was so close to me until I felt his fingers on my face.

“You know.. you’re right. Idiots really do fall for idiots. Goddamn, I’m the biggest idiots of them all.” He said before leaning in and kissing me. It was a sweet.. sweet kiss. Ive waited for this for so long, I was frozen. My body felt felt like butter under his touch, and I didn’t want to let it end there. I held onto him, my best friend, and kissed him once more. It was filled with more passion, but the sweetness never left.

When our lips were no longer connected, and we were only left a breathing mess. I smiled and him and asked, “Hey now, what do you say we go get some pizza?” I asked. He smiled even wider.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[galactic-womann]

Can u write one where y/n married timmy

Thanks for sending in a request anon! Would you mind being just a bit more specific? ☺️

[galactic-womann]

Do u do fics based off songs?

I could definitely try!

[galactic-womann]

i love love love the way you write, that flat imagine felt so real!!!! can’t wait for part two

Oh my god thank you so much 💛💛💛💛 I appreciate all of the support!!

[galactic-womann]

oh my god that apartment imagine rocked my world, could you maybe do a part 2

I do plan on it!! I have an idea of what I’d write about from where I left off but I want to hear what you guys want!! Ask away my dudes.

[galactic-womann]

hey would you mind writing one for Timmy? maybe one where the two of you are best friends and you both like each other and one of you lets it slip?? thank you so much :)

Hey hey sweetie. I think I got carried away with this request skskdkgkhb I got excited. I think I made it just a smidge angsty sort of. But I still hope you like it!! I’m so glad about all the positive feedback on my last post! I honestly am shook to the fucking core I love you guys. Here it is.

*excuse any spelling mistakes*

Their lips glided together, they fit together like puzzle pieces. It seemed they’ve been kissing forever after only a few short -but sweet- moments. Her hands occupied his hair, and his hands… they trailed further and further down until-

“SQUEEZE!” I screamed at the TV set before me. A pair of quick feet hopped into the room and tripped into an irregular position on the floor. Neither Timothee or I paid attention to his clumsy-ness and instead indulged in further yelling.

“He groped her ass! I knew he was a piece of shit!” I pointed accusingly at the TV and glaring at Timothee. He got up from the floor and grabbed a handful of popcorn from a bowl on the coffee table. The lady on the screen let out a yelp and slapped the fellow in front of her. Serves him right!

“Rewind it, I won’t believe it until I see it.. I TOLD YOU TO WAIT!” He yelled at me then continued to stuff his face with popcorn.

“You’re too slow.” I complained.

“Oh sure.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re impatient.” He drawled in my direction. My arms were crossed as I faced him, he paid his attention to the TV and I was able to catch a long view of him. He looked so beautiful when he was focused on something that thrilled him. Timothee has been my best friend since Elementary school, we were entering the climax of our senior year. Then and now, I still couldn’t muster up the courage to say: “Hey I’ve had a crush on you since middle school! What do you say? Let’s go out for some pizza?” I sound pathetic. I’m so sure he doesn’t like me in that way, and I certainly don’t want to destroy our friendship. I’d die if that happened.

“Y/n.. stop staring at my popcorn face and stare at the TV! They’re kicking his ass! Poor Elizabeth deserves better.” He interrupted my trance, with a mouthful of popcorn.

“You need to swallow, ugly.” I slumped back into the couch and watched the rest of the episode.

-The next day, we were in the car and I began thinking.

Being best friends with Timmy and having a crush on him isn’t easy. Timothee is easily one the most attractive guys in New York City, and that says something. Seeing girls and guys flirting with him is as common as the president doing something stupid. I feel a little bad for him, he’s actually never had a girlfriend and he’s accustomed to turning down dates and relationships. I’ve only asked him once what it was about and he didn’t take talking about it well, we never spoke of it again.

“Toad, I’m bored.” I call him ugly a lot because he knows for a fact he isn’t.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not in the mood.” This shook me out of my humor and the atmosphere suddenly seemed sharp.. sad.

“Timmy, are you alright?” He was driving us to school, I was In the passenger seat. I caught a glimpse of his face. His features were drooped, like he didn’t sleep much last night.

“I’m fine. I’m just really stressed out, I didn’t sleep much.” He confessed.

“Hey..” I reached out to his hand on the wheel and he immediately freaked out. He swerved onto the other lane, scaring the hell out of the both of us.

“Chalamet what are you DOING? Pull over!” I demanded, my first thought was to yell at him for getting in front of the wheel when he’s this out of it. But then I saw his face, he was breathing heavy and he looked close to tears from fright. I realized, there something really wrong. I relaxed.

“Hey, T. How about instead of going to school we hit the beach instead?” I asked with a gentle smile. He looked at me, hesitant. Then, nodded.

He smiled at me, his absolutely dazzling smile.

We switched seats and I drove us to the beach, the weather was warm and perfect. The sun was just rising and I suddenly felt happy. Looking at Timothee, I felt so lucky.

Timmy seemed to relax as soon as he laid himself on the sand. I took the liberty of plopping myself down next to him.

“Y/n..” he muttered. I turn my head to look at him. “Yeah, T?” My heart fluttered at his voice saying my name.

“Thank you, for understanding me. Also for being my best friend.”

“C’mon.. you don’t have to thank me-“

“I do.” He gazed into the blue and pink sky before him. “You’re so amazing. I..” My heart pounded, I was scared my armpits were starting to sweat from nervousness.

“..I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He finished. I stared at him longer. I longed to reach out and trace his features, to touch him. But I only memorized, that face I’ve seen so many times but never looked at it the way I do now. From his curls, to his eyelashes, to his nose… his lips. I wanted to kiss them.. him. Make him know that I’m here, and I’ll always be here.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when he suddenly rose up from the sand. He looked down at me and smiled. “Look at that fucking sky. Look at the water, have you ever seen anything more beautiful?” He sighed. “I never want this to end.” I turned to look at the sky.

Cotton candy clouds hovered below the deep blue sky, the sun was not yet a bright beaming yellow, but a deep orange. The rosy horizon kissed the Atlantic Ocean and the sea glittered at the sight of what seemed to be the gates of heaven before us. I was at a loss of words, I couldn’t possibly conjure up a single sentence that could perfectly describe the scene before me. I looked over to Timothee again.

His green eyes were fixated on me, on my eyes. Then they focused on the rest of my face. I felt a flutter in my stomach and I couldn’t think of a single thing to do in this blissful moment.

So I did something only someone with a idle intelligence does.

I scooped up a handful of sand and I tossed it at his chest.

He stared his chest for a second before a smile formed on his face and he laughed. Wow this guy really is my best friend.

“You’re such an idiot, y/n.” He said, which made me laugh. “I guess idiots fall idiots.” I cracked, laughing. I didn’t realize how much of an impulsive moron I was, until I looked at Timothee’s face.

His smile faded, replacing it was a serious look. Literally, I’m a FUCKING moron. I was SCREAMING in my head.

“Did you mean that?” He almost whispered. My heart was ready to jump out of my throat, I crossed my arms and looked down at the sand. I don’t want to lose my best friend, I wished myself back to the blissful moment. The moment before all of this. I didn’t realize Timothee was so close to me until I felt his fingers on my face.

“You know.. you’re right. Idiots really do fall for idiots. Goddamn, I’m the biggest idiots of them all.” He said before leaning in and kissing me. It was a sweet.. sweet kiss. Ive waited for this for so long, I was frozen. My body felt felt like butter under his touch, and I didn’t want to let it end there. I held onto him, my best friend, and kissed him once more. It was filled with more passion, but the sweetness never left.

When our lips were no longer connected, and we were only left a breathing mess. I smiled and him and asked, “Hey now, what do you say we go get some pizza?” I asked. He smiled even wider.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[galactic-womann]

Timmy has green eyes

Oh dang lol my bad. I’ll remember that.

[galactic-womann]

Things I’ll write for:

This is a list of things I will write for and you may send imagine/headcanon/matchups requests for. Keep in mind things on the list may be removed or added as time goes on. :)

•Anne With an E

•Gotham

•Reign

•Mystic Messenger

•American Horror Story

•Timothee Chalamet (+his characters)

•Tom Holland

•Troye Sivan

•Call Me by Your Name

•The End of The F***ing World

•Sense8

•Stranger Things

•Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

•Peter Quill (Starlord)

Rules

• Literally anything that makes me uncomfortable I will not write and will add here to be specific, that doesn’t include smut and I say that loosely.

[galactic-womann]

oh my god yes can you write one where y/n moves in next door to timmy in new york. and he’s in awe of her, and after meeting a few times he invites her to one of his parties where she buys a book for timmy instead of a bottle of wine because she’s only 20. and armie is there and he’s like “ohhhhhh so this is the girl?” thanks a million

Hey hey! This took me a while even though I think it’s kind of trash. I’m a bit rusty but I hope I lived up to your fan fiction standards! It’s probably kinda weird lol my mood changed like 12 times while writing this. Thank you for sending in a request anon I LOVE you.

*Excuse any spelling errors*

“Ma’am are you sure you don’t need help with your things?”

“No, thanks! I’m perfectly fine!” I chuckled. The truth of the matter was, I wasn’t fine. My back was ready to do the bend and snap and I had about 14 more boxes to bring up to my new apartment. Moving to the city was scary, being alone and inexperienced in the city is terrifying.

I carried the two large boxes towards the elevator door, by the time I reached it I’d felt like I’ve walked along a whole football field. You can imagine my utter disappointment when I read the white sheet taped to the door that said “Broken. Use stairs.” A red arrow slathered in sharpie pointed down a long narrow hallway to my right.

“What the fuck, man.” I whispered under my breath as I began my fucking pilgrimage to and up the stairs.

I wasn’t far up the total of 12 flights I had to climb before I heard the loud clanging of footsteps speeding down the stairs. The next thing I knew, my boxes were thrown against the wall and I was barely gripping onto the rail. This guy really just pushed me out of his way with only a “sorry” to spit as he continued speeding down the stairs and into my imaginary death note. I only caught a glimpse of this dark mop of hair. Jesus, I thought. I could’ve been carrying fine china in those boxes had I been interested in buying or collecting ever. Thank buddha they were my indestructible hardcover babies.

Pulling up the rest of the boxes was a pain but after I accepted help I was finished within an hour.

Once everything was settled in my studio styled apartment, I flopped onto my bed, which was the only thing I assembled so far, and took a big deep breath and just relaxed.. My first home living alone, just me and stuff.. door locked.. no one to bug me or-

BANG.

I groaned into my pillow. I snapped my neck to where the sound came from and heard another loud BANG. It sounds like someone is punching the wall! It sent a worry through my stomach, but I pushed it away. I’m full of fire today, no one can fuck with me. I stomped out of my place, not even bothering to close the door behind me and pounded on the next door, which inhabited the cause of the ruckus. The door swung open within moments and I readied my rant. But what stood before me drained me of the fire I possessed a second ago.

A guy, tall, the floppy hair I saw shoving me on the stairs..

“WHAT is your problem, man?” I half-shouted. “I’m just trying to move my crap from one place to another, breaking my back in the process, and you shoved me! And now you’re banging on the wall when I’m attempting to relax.. I-“ I stopped once I realized he was just staring at me, dumbfounded. His lips parted a bit to say something then pressed together gently. I crossed my arms, suddenly feeling self conscious. I wasn’t exactly in the nicest clothes, I looked like a slob. Dressed for comfort in my sweats and my hair a mess from throwing myself into bed. He kept his eyes on me for a few more seconds until he finally spoke.

“Are you the new person renting the place next door? Do you want to come in?” He opened the door wider.

Lord help me, his voice sounded the way candy tasted. So.. so.. sweet.. intoxicating. I wanted him to talk more. Hell, he could be my ringtone.

I didn’t realize until then how attractive he actually is. His hair was dark and wavy, his eyes were green and endless. His eyebrows almost touched, in a good way. He had this messy, sleepy boy look to him and it looked so good.

“No thanks.” I replied out of pure anxiety. I mentally slapped myself for refusing such an invitation from such a cute guy. I stared down at my bare feet for the longest.

“I’m really sorry for bumping into you, and being loud just now, there hasn’t been anyone living next door for the longest.” He pushed the door even wider, “since you just moved in.. and i haven’t exactly given you a warm welcome.. want something to eat? I just picked up some pizza.” He said giving a light smile.

I hesitated a bit, he’s trying to apologize. I could use some friends here too. “Yes, sure.” I said almost shyly. He stepped aside to make way for me and I stepped into his apartment. I really hope I didn’t walk into a murder trap.

“So what’s your name?” I asked before fully walking in.

“Timothee.” He said back.

“Nice name.” I said with genuine fascination. “It’s classy. My name is y/n.” Then I continued to venture into his apartment.

It was a bit larger than mine, it also has a studio style to it, similar to mine. Except, his was cluttered with packets and papers. There was a pile on his bed, some on his counter and a few tossed onto the floor. He noticed my eyes wandering to the mess and he immediately stepped forward.

“I-I-I’m sorry about the mess, y/n” He said quickly. “My job requires lots of reading.”

“Oh cool, are you a writer?” I asked curiously.

“Nah I’m an actor.” He nervously chuckled. He sat on a kitchen stool and played with his hands. Why is he so nervous?

“Really? So was the banging on the wall part of the script?” I cocked my head to side and laughed.

He laughed and shook his head. A cute laugh, very cute. He opened his mouth into a dorky smile when he laughed. “No no, that was an in the moment thing. I was just really happy.” He said with a wide smile.

“Ooh!” I cheered. “What about, of you don’t mind me asking?” I wanted to be friendly but not so friendly that I’d make things weird. We only just met, and in slightly strange terms. It was worth it, seeing his reaction. His eyes widened and they almost gleamed at the question. But he kept such a cool face, I could tell he wanted to burst from happiness. He waved it off. “Oh no, it’s nothing.”

“It can’t be just nothing if you’re willing to wake up exhausted girls from their beauty sleep.” I teased. I sat on the stool next to him.

“I’m still SO sorry about that.” His face was slightly flushed from my teasing, he really was sorry.

“It’s okay. You’re repaying me with pizza. So you gonna tell me what you’re so happy about?” He smiled again. But this time it wasn’t a goofy toothy smile, he gave a crooked closed smile. I really couldn’t figure out what it meant, but it sure almost made me melt in my chair.

“I’ll tell you after we’ve met a few more times.” He said getting out of his chair. He leaned close to me, with a hand on his heart and said “I like to take things slow.”

I swear to god I nearly started choking in his face.

He walked away and opened a box of pizza. “Shall we eat?” He said, getting some plates.

“It’s what I’m here for.” I said back coolly.

It was a really fun, sleep deprived night.

-

Meeting Timothee started becoming the highlight of my day. He helped me unpack and decorate my apartment. He insisted on me getting these blue fairy lights that light up the whole place. He also insisted I put a pop corn machine next to my bed. He’s a man of many good ideas.

“You sure do have a ton of books.” He told me.

“I really like to read, I collect a bit too. Some of these books are first editions, hard to find.” I said proudly, I love my books.

“I wish I could find time to read a book. A lot of my time is taken up by work, not that I don’t love it.” He said. I couldn’t imagine not reading, we really had to do something about that..

After a week I finally got every bit of my things settled and in place.

I was relaxing on my bed, reading a book and playing soft music from a speaker. I was so happy, I never got to relax this way back home. Next to my bed window, the view was incredible. I was in the heart of the city and everything was just perfect from where I was sitting..

A knocking interrupted my thoughts and I made my way to the door. Peaking through the peep hold I saw it was just Timothee and I opened the door.

“What’s up Timmy.” I greeted him.

“Hey y/n I just wanted to stop by and tell you I’m having a party tonight at my place. It’s sort of a celebration for that happy thing I found out a week ago. Not too big.” He gave me his toothy smile. He sounded kind of nervous.

“Right, you never told me what that happy thing was.” I responded.

“If you come tonight, I promise you’ll find out.” He smiled again. I returned it and nodded, “Then I guess I’ll have to come.” I said.

“Really?” He bounced on his feet excitedly.

“Of course, it’s not like I’d be able to sleep through your partying anyway.” I joked.

“Alright, well I’ll send you then” He said as he walked into his apartment.

“You will.” The door shut, and so did mine. I let out a long sigh. I love New York.

-

It was around 9 when I decided to finally make my way to the party. I wore a semi casual dress since I wasn’t sure if it was a formal type of party. Before I could walk out of my place, i thought to myself: ‘Shouldn’t I bring a gift? That’s what people do right?’ People usually bring bottles of wine or champagne to a party. I however, cannot buy any alcohol and I have none stored in my house… I should get him a book, he’s said he’s never had time. Maybe he could find time if he had the right book? It’s something I suppose.

I walked towards one of the bookshelves that was placed symmetrically across the other. My fingers gently glided along the spines of each book until I found the one I’d been looking for. I believe this was the perfect selection for the new boy-next-door. It was y/f/b, my favorite. I have several copies, including the first edition and this was just a copy I picked up from Barnes & Noble. I suppose I was ready, my stomach started to churn a bit. Timothee is very nice, and cute. I hope he doesn’t think I’m lazy or weird. I let out a sigh, here goes nothing.

I walked out of my apartment and close the door behind me. I can already hear the music from behind Timothee’s door, I’m betting the neighbor on his right throws a fit like I did, soon. I stepped forward and knocked on his door, the door swung open a few moments later.

Timothee appeared with slightly disheveled hair, and a white button up shirt. I put a confident face on and smiled.

“Y/n..” he gulped. “You really came.”

“Yes I did. Im not exactly of legal age to buy any alcohol to celebrate so here.” I handed him the book. He let out a chuckle.

“You really didn’t have to bring a gift, I should bring you a gift, new neighbor. I really appreciate this, if you gave me a book I would definitely read it.” He opened the door and let me in.

There were lots of people piled in his apartment, it made me realize how much bigger his actually is than mine. I gazed around the room and my eyes landed back onto Timothee, who I realized had been looking at me the entire time.

As he was about to speak, a taller, more muscular guy walked up to us. He has very prominent blue eyes, brown hair and sun kissed skin. He smiled brightly at Timothee, revealing his perfect teeth. This guy had to be a model, no doubt about it.

“Timmy, your bathroom smells terrible. I think someone didn’t agree with the tacos you had on the buffet earlier.” Abacrombie model said.

“A buffet? Did I miss it?” I asked suddenly aware I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I really need to start buying more ramen. The model eyed me carefully and turned to Timothee again.

“Who’s this?” He asked.

“This is.. y/n.” He replied, giving the model a look.

“Ooh so you’re y/n?” He smiled again, he turned back to Timothee. “So this is the girl?” He teased him.

“Alrighttttt. Alright.” He waved his hands. “No more.” His face looked red. He talked about me?

“So I’m the girl huh?” I teased Timothee further. He hid his face.

Model grabbed my hand, “My name is Armie. Let’s talk.” He steered me away from Timothee and I laughed.

This night is going to be the best, I can tell.

[galactic-womann]

Things I’ll write for:

This is a list of things I will write for and you may send imagine/headcanon/matchups requests for. Keep in mind things on the list may be removed or added as time goes on. :)

•Anne With an E

•Gotham

•Reign

•Mystic Messenger

•American Horror Story

•Timothee Chalamet (+his characters)

•Tom Holland

•Troye Sivan

•Call Me by Your Name

•The End of The F***ing World

•Sense8

•Stranger Things

Rules

• Literally anything that makes me uncomfortable I will not write and will add here to be specific, that doesn’t include smut and I say that loosely.

[galactic-womann]

Things I’ll write for:

This is a list of things I will write for and you may send imagine/headcanon/matchups requests for. Keep in mind things on the list may be removed or added as time goes on. :)

•Anne With an E

•Gotham

•Reign

•Mystic Messenger

•American Horror Story

•Timothee Chalamet (+his characters)

•Tom Holland

•Troye Sivan

•Call Me by Your Name

•The End of The F***ing World

•Sense8

•Stranger Things

•Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

•Peter Quill (Starlord)

Rules

• Literally anything that makes me uncomfortable I will not write and will add here to be specific, that doesn’t include smut and I say that loosely.

[galactic-womann]

Hey guys,

I’m having mixed feelings about this account, I kind of lost passion for Mystic Messenger but I still want to be an imagines account so I think I’ll be changing this account to an overall fan/imagine/fanfic account for people like Timothee Chalamet, Tom Holland, more. And TV shows like Anne With an E, American Horror Story, Reign, etc. If you want I can post a list of things I’ll write for? I’ll still write for Mystic Messenger by the way, I just don’t want to write for solely that fandom. Tell me what you think!!

[galactic-womann]

Hey guys,

I’m having mixed feelings about this account, I kind of lost passion for Mystic Messenger but I still want to be an imagines account so I think I’ll be changing this account to an overall fan/imagine/fanfic account for people like Timothee Chalamet, Tom Holland, more. And TV shows like Anne With an E, American Horror Story, Reign, etc. If you want I can post a list of things I’ll write for? I’ll still write for Mystic Messenger by the way, I just don’t want to write for solely that fandom. Tell me what you think!!

[galactic-womann]

Rfa, V and Saeran reacting to a black mc who hates her natural hair because she's always been made fun of it. Thnx Thnx!

Hey!! Thank you for waiting. I've been AWOL for a while, my apologies. I thought about this one, but I could only get the same answer for everyone. They would all try in every little way to make you feel appreciated, they all love your hair! They love every part of you and would seriously have a bone to pick with anyone who dared to make you feel any less than beautiful and perfect, just the way you are. They'd even learn how to care for your natural black hair so that they can surprise you with gifts and help you out. There's never enough they can do for their S/O. You gotta love yourself girl!! They love you so much! I hope you have a wonderful day every day! :))

[galactic-womann]

Oh my goodness that was great! Thank you so much for answering my request, I love it! I'm currently training in contortion so this was perfect. Ahhh Thank you so much!!

You’re training? That’s so COOL! Yo contortion looks really cool so I wish you SO MUCH luck in your career. I’m glad you’re happy with the HCs too.

[galactic-womann]

If it's not too much trouble, can I please have the rfa reacting to an mc who was/is in the circus? (Like an acrobat, juggler, contortionist etc.). Thank you so much and I'm obsessed with your blog so far! Have a great day sweetie.

Sorry its late! I would’ve finished by noon but it’s been a hectic day. Aight so I saw contortionist, and I had to do it lmao. So MC will be a contortionist here. :)) enjoy!!

Zen

You were in the bedroom, practicing. Figuring out some new moves for the next tour.

Zen came in while your leg was tucked behind your head and you were just getting the other one to go over.

Oh my god he was so shook

He almost thought you broke both your legs but you waved excitedly at him 

“MC What the hell are you doing?” Didn’t mean for it to come off wrongly, he was just so shocked. 

“I’m practicing.. for the tour. Didn’t I.. oh fuck I didn’t tell you..”

“NO???” Zen chill. 

He was a bit flustered when you showed him your moves. 

How the hell can you bend that far?

He started really enjoying it for personal reasons ;) 

He was kind of disappointed you had to tour and couldn’t see you as much but he didn’t stop you because it wouldn’t be fair. 

He’s pretty busy too.

He goes to your shows and is in absolute awe

But that strongman better watch it..

Yoosung

You wanted to surprise him so you waited for him in his room before he came back from his classes. 

You rested your arms on your hands, being held up by your elbows and bent your legs back over your head. 

When he came in you just waved with your foot. 

“MC HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?” 

You giggled and reverted a normal position. 

He likes taking pictures with you and telling his peers how cool his girlfriend is. 

If anybody called you a freak he’d actually roast the fuck out of them 

Precious boy to cold hearted protecter in 0.001 seconds

He’s like a little kid when he goes to your shows, cotton candy in one hand and like 3 other snacks in the other. 

Watched with wide eyes while you performed. 

The other performers were amazing but he honestly thought you were the best.

Jaehee

You walked out of the kitchen in a strange position. 

“Jaehee look!” 

You nearly gave the woman a heart attack, she dropped a mug and put a hand on her chest. 

“MC how did you…” She looked a bit horrified. 

“Practice haha..” you shot her finger guns.. with your toes. 

Jaehee didn’t know anything about your work. She never went to circuses as a child. 

She’d seen some things on television. She apologized for her possibly offensive reaction. She was surprised is all. 

Took her a while to get use to seeing you practice. She thought it was just really odd at first but she just became more and more intrigued by you. 

Excitedly watches you in the crowd at your shows. 

Heard some disrespectful comments about your coworkers and even you, she didn’t thing twice about pointing them out and teaching them lesson. 

You were her #1 supporter, and still are. Now it’s her turn to support you!

Jumin

Found you practicing one day in a very provocative position. He cleared his throat but kept his composure. 

“MC? What are you doing?”

“Just practicing..”

“Oh I see… wait wha-” 

You have to explain a lot because he has 0 idea about your work other than what he’s previously seen, which wasn’t much. 

Although it’s VERY new to him he’s reasonably amazed at your work. 

He builds a entire room for you to practice in, all the equipment you need is easily accessible from your home. 

He goes to your shows and is on the edge of his seat the entire time. 

He never went to these things as a child but he can see how people find these entertaining 

Offers to buy the entire show to ensure you and all of the other performers are treated well. 

You kindly decline, you’re satisfied with the current owners. 

Anything for his kitten ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)

Saeyoung/ 707

When he saw you he just.. gasped. 

“My dear 606 is… elastic girl!” He nearly knocked you down from getting so close.

“Does this make me your Mr. Incredible” he tried whispering seductively but his breath smelled like lais.

You pointed an accusing foot at him “YOU CHEATED ON HONEY BUDDHA” 

He’s so ashamed he doesn’t kiss you for the rest of the day.

This got off track lmao anyway

He tried to mimic you, he almost broke both his legs trying. 

You’re considering having to put restraints on him so he would stop.

But he would probably enjoy that. 

He goes to as many shows as he can or he watches livestreams, but if he goes you bet he’s screaming from the crowd. 

He can’t go too often though because of his job. 

He makes friends with all of the other performers and they all love him 

You two were a match made in heaven tbh