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broken clocks, p. bueckers pt. 3

broken clocks masterlist

pairings: paige bueckers x fem reader

synopsis: when you met paige, you thought the two of you would have one of those cheesy high school love stories that lasted for years. you were wrong.

cw: slight smut (theyre 18), hs p, angst, first personn

1 Year Earlier

After that night, Paige and I talked at the pizza place. It had been as if we’d immediately become a more significant part of each other’s lives. We did everything together, and from that point on, it had been rare for me to miss a Hopkins game day.

Today was no different from the usual routine we’d adapted. It was a Friday night, and Paige had a late practice, so I’d made my way to her house to wait in her room for her. Coming over despite Paige not being there herself had been Paige’s idea. She still wanted me to come over but didn't want me to have to drive so late at night. She said her dad wouldn’t mind, but that didn’t make him any less confused when I’d shown up on his doorstep for the first time, and he told me Paige was at practice. I informed him I knew that and that his daughter said I could come over and wait for her to get back. Nonetheless, the man let me in, still confused, but he didn’t doubt it was something his daughter would do.

I sat on her bed waiting, typing away on my computer in an attempt to add something to my English essay that was due Sunday night before Paige came back. Despite Paige claiming it would be time to “lock in” on schoolwork, I knew nothing would get done tonight. She, in fact, never locked in. She just put on music and took a nap.

Like usual, Paige barged into the room with her two backpacks slugged over her shoulders. She threw them on the floor and immediately crashed into the bed, wrapping her arm around her pillow. “Hey P,” I muttered, still typing my essay, “how was practice?” I ask. She mumbled a “good” response before turning around in the bed and pulling me down with her. She wrapped her arms around my waist and cuddled me, resting her head on my shoulder. She had always been the kind of friend that was touchy, but this was different than usual. I just figured practice had tired her out completely. Maybe they had to run laps or something. I closed my computer and set it on the floor before laying in her arms, not saying a word. We’d both fallen asleep like that and a few hours later, we’d woken up.

Paige yawned and checked her phone. The time read 2:30 AM, and I rested my head on the blonde’s chest. That’s when she looked at me. I looked back, and I felt this tight feeling in my chest. I’d always noticed it happen when it came to Paige’s gaze. She had this ability to make whoever she was with or talking to the main thing her eyes were set on. We’d stayed looking at each other for what felt like forever until she leaned in, kissing me softly.

That soft kiss had escalated, and as soon as I knew it, the tall blonde was on top of me, kissing me harder than before. Paige then made her way down my body, planting light kisses. Before she had made it between my legs, her blue eyes looked at me with that same gaze again, more intense and clouded than before. “Is this ok?” the blonde whispered, her voice as raspy as it always was after waking up from a nap.

I just nodded in response, and she continued to trail kisses on my thighs, inside and out, before sliding my shorts and baby pink undies off. She looked up at me again, same as before, begging for my approval again, and once she got it, her tongue started to slowly lick at my folds, her middle finger sliding in and accompanying her tongue’s movements. Before I knew it, I was covering my face with a pillow to stay quiet and not wake up Paige’s parents or brothers.

Current Day

Seeing Paige again had brought back every negative and positive emotion I’d ever felt or had about the girl. I thought I’d done so well to forget about her until it came to having to see her again. I cursed myself for not playing it normal and acting unbothered when I saw her. You prepare yourself mentally for so many situations, telling yourself that you’d do one thing or another just for the time to come and nothing will go as planned. As I stood there, quickly texting Alexa that we needed to go, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Once again, I whipped my head around to be met with a tall, blue-eyed blonde. The same one I gave my everything to.

Almost on reflex, I shrugged her off. “Look, I’m so sorry,” Paige started. I rolled my eyes in response and continued walking in some random direction. “Please, hear me out,” pleaded the blonde as she grabbed my arm, pulling me towards her. I almost fell for it again. Her gaze made me feel like I was the only thing on her mind. Like the most important person in her world. I force myself to look away and pull back from her. “I’m not tryna hear shit of what you got to say right now, Paige.” The blonde groaned softly before stepping closer, “Just listen to me, please.”

“Nah, not today,” I mutter, forcing myself to look into her eyes again. She looked hurt, and I couldn’t help but want to take back what I said. Maybe even forget everything she did to me because the Paige I knew before would never hurt me like that. I almost opened my mouth to speak again before a taller girl pulled me away.

I guessed Alexa had finally found me, and she wasted no time dragging me away from the blonde. I wondered if maybe she’d been there longer than I thought and heard Paige’s pleas. Either way, I thanked her for getting me out of that situation. I just hoped I wouldn’t have to run into the blonde again. I knew that wouldn’t be the case though.

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broken clocks masterlist

part one | part two | part three | part four

pairings: paige bueckers x fem reader

synopsis: when you met paige, you thought the two of you would have one of those cheesy high school love stories that lasted for years. you were wrong.

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caitlin clark is a grown 22 year old white woman who has time and time again watched her fans, her boyfriend, her team, and basically anyone associated with her attack and demonize black women online on her behalf. all in the act of defending her. people saying “oh she can’t control what they do” is bs. obviously she’s not going to get online and join them? but the people she chooses to be around and the people she has in her life reflects onto her. and their actions and beliefs. it’s a shame we watched this go on for so long and say it’s her bfs fault for rubbing onto her when NO! she’s grown, hold her accountable. her bf is a horrible person and so is his family. same with her iowa fans that she loves so much. they are all horrible people. she has had the power to shut all this down since april of last year and she chose not to. and throughout the last year her people have come after angel, lsu, dawn staley, south carolina, and now sheryl swoopes. she has had an ongoing disgusting pattern of her letting this go on and on. as her fans we should’ve called it out we should’ve held her accountable and it’s sad it taken us till now to fully realize and understand it. we are in 2024, if she is so blinded in her white privilege to understand the magnitude of this then i don’t know what to say anymore. it sucks but as of now she’s proven this is who she is and it’s disappointing and gross. but it’s not surprising. for the time being, i’ll be taking many step backs from her unless she actually educates herself and gets her shit together. so feel free to unfollow or block me or whatever.

protect black women and i’m genuinely so sorry it’s taken till now for me to realize and to call it out.

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broken clocks, p. bueckers pt. 2

part one

pairings: paige bueckers x fem reader

synopsis: when you met paige, you thought the two of you would have one of those cheesy high school love stories that lasted for years. you were wrong.

cw: uconn paige, underage drinking, mens player..

When you got to UConn, you knew that you had to leave all of your high school mess behind. It was a fresh start, and all you could do was repeatedly tell yourself that everything would be different. In order to make sure that you could have a successful first semester, you made sure to set some ground rules for yourself. You figured it was the only way you could protect your peace. Number one on the list was to stay away from basketball. So were the other two, but in different variations, and lastly, at number four, was to get out more. You knew coming to college meant it would be easier to self-isolate, so you wanted to tell yourself to do the opposite. 

Nonetheless, when you moved into your dorm, you'd noticed your roommate had already moved in. "Hey, Alexa, right?" You asked, trying your best to push yourself out of your comfort zone. The idea of meeting a stranger and then living with them for the whole year hadn't been exactly pleasing. "Yeah, that's me," She says with a smile before engulfing me in a hug, "It's nice to meet you." You just smile in response and, after a few seconds, break away from the hug. It was apparent that your roommate would be the least of your worries. At least for now, she came off as welcoming and, thankfully, really clean. 

You spent a few hours talking with Alexa as you decorated your room in the apartment-style dorm. When you finished your room, it was almost exactly how you'd planned for it to be. Fluffy white sheets, with a few old stuffed animals on the bed, mostly R&B posters all across the walls, as well as some LED lights that Alexa helped you put up. You just needed to get a few more things from the store to finish off the room. Despite this, you called it a day and layed down on your bed, tired from the move-in day stress. Alexa asked if she could sit next to you, and you nodded in confirmation. "So," Alexa started, and you could tell she had an idea to tell, "There's this bar that everyone keeps telling me about, and I think we should go!" She says excitedly.

"Really, Alexa?" You question sarcastically, rolling your eyes. You said you wanted to get out more, but you didn't mean that you wanted to do it on your first night on campus. "It'll be fun. Please?" Alexa begged, pouting dramatically. "Fine." You agreed, and Alexa immediately jumped up from the bed excitedly. "Be ready in like.." Alex started, clearly experiencing a burst of energy as she talked faster and checked her phone for the time, "An hour."   

"Alexa? An hour?" You fussed, looking at the girl with furrowed eyebrows before she nodded, smiling, and rushed out of your room, presumably to her own, to get ready. Your phone lit up with a text message from Alexa that told you to dress casually, so you did. You took a quick shower, styled your hair, did your makeup, and now you were stuck looking at the boxes of clothes you had yet to unpack that sat stacked up on the floor near your empty closet. You settled for a white T-shirt with some blue jean shorts and black and red Jordans. Once you were done getting ready, you waited in the, for now, undecorated shared living room for Alexa, and about fifteen minutes later, she was also ready. It was now around eight o'clock, and the two of you called an Uber that took an absurd amount of time, and soon enough, you were entering Ted's Bar and Restaurant. Formerly known by anyone else as just "Ted's." The first thing you noticed was the smell. You figured that all bars probably smelled anyway, so you brushed it off and followed behind your taller roommate as she navigated through the dimly lit bar, looking for her friends. Once she found them, she greeted them with handshakes and hugs before stepping aside and revealing you. "This is my new roomie," Alexa exclaimed excitedly, "She's nice, so don't be dickheads, cool?" She said sarcastically to her friends. 

You examined her friend group, consisting of three guys and two other girls. One of the guys was familiar-looking and abnormally tall. It didn't take long for you to realize he was so familiar because he was on the men's basketball team. Already, you had broken your first rule. Stay away from basketball. Still, you greeted all of Alexa's friends, who were all welcoming, immediately bringing you in on their conversation. Apparently, before you and Alexa showed up, the group had been in a heated debate about which pop tarts are better. Alexa excused herself to get the two of you drinks, and soon, you found yourself talking to the abnormally tall guy whose name you'd come to learn was Jayden. 

The two of you made small talk before a familiar voice echoed in the distance.

 "Jay! What's good?" You heard the voice exclaim, nearing closer, and before you knew it, they were standing right in front of the two of you. "Paige?" You muttered softly, a hundred different emotions running across your mind simultaneously. The imaginary spinning wheel in your head had landed on anger as its chosen emotion because you couldn't help but feel as though you wanted to slap the tall blonde girl in front of you. It'd looked as if Paige had seen a ghost as she just stood there surprised to see you. Instead of acting on that anger, you push past Paige and the other people in the bar as you make your way to the exit. "You guys know each other?" Jayden questioned, confused by the awkward interaction. Paige sighed and looked at him apologetically before, unbeknownst to you, following you outside.

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broken clocks, p. bueckers pt. 1

pairings: paige bueckers x fem reader

synopsis: when you met paige, you thought the two of you would have one of those cheesy high school love stories that lasted for years. you were wrong.

cw: timeskip from hopkins p to uconn p, a little bit sad, 2?? part seriess

Chemistry had to be one of the most pointless subjects you’d ever have to endure. It especially didn’t help that you were a senior in chemistry. Because of some silly counselors never getting the bright idea to put you in the class your sophomore year you were stuck for 45 minutes every other day in chemistry. It wasn’t just you, though. Two other people had gotten just as unlucky as you, Mia Thompson and Paige Bueckers. Despite four years of going to the same school as Mia, you’d never really talked to her, and as for Paige, she seemed all too unapproachable. You’d noticed over the years at Hopkins it was rare to see her hang out with anyone who was not one of her teammates. Her unapproachability wasn’t just because she was an athlete. She was more than one of those high school athletes that wasn’t going anywhere. She was the number one player in the country. You’d probably only spoken to her once or twice over the years. Chem class didn’t change that.

Today wasn’t any different. You’d gone through your regular schedule and dreaded being in chemistry as always. Your teacher had spent a good 20 minutes rambling about something you didn’t bother to pay attention to. Before you knew it, you were standing up, looking for a partner for an assignment you had no clue about. You’d stood there for about 2 minutes and watched the underclassman pairs form until you felt a tap on your shoulder. When your head had whipped around, you were met with a soft smile and a tall, blue-eyed girl with a blonde ponytail. Surprisingly, it was Paige. “Hi,” you said, confusion written all over your face as you awkwardly looked at the girl. “Hey, do you need a partner for the assignment,” asked Paige shyly. Her shyness and the light pink blush on her face had confused you. From what you’d seen, she was outgoing and extroverted.

Nonetheless, you agreed and asked her to explain the assignment to you. You sighed when she told you there was math involved since you hated math, but luckily, Paige claimed she was good at it. For the remaining 20 minutes of class, you’d worked on the, in your opinion, pointless assignment, and you’d learned a lot about Paige. She was funny, sweet, and smart, which contrasted everything you’d assumed she’d be. As you packed up a few minutes before the bell rang, Paige turned around and spoke again. “Not to be weird or whatever, but do you wanna come to my game tonight?” asked the blonde, licking her lips and biting them nervously. She stood there patiently waiting for your response. “Sure, I’ll come,” you responded, smiling a little, and you could tell Paige’s nervousness blew over when you agreed.

That night, Hopkins won, and Paige invited you to get pizza with her afterward. You both drove separately and met each other in the parking lot. You talked for an hour about random things, simply getting to know each other. You learned about her family and how boring she thought meat lovers' pizza was. Soon enough, the conversation shifted to college. Paige told you about how she was thinking of going to Minnesota to play basketball, and you listened to her ramble about the offers she'd gotten. Even though time was running out, you hated the topic of college. You had no clue where you wanted to go or who you wanted to be. You didn’t even know if you could live on your own away from your parents without going insane. You thought getting accepted and rejected by certain schools would make it easier, but it didn’t.

Your final months of high school had been the worst months you’d ever experienced. You and Paige had gotten extremely close. Close meaning, she was your first time. The two of you weren’t open about your feelings for each other, but it wasn’t necessarily a secret either. Everyone that was close to you knew that you were seeing each other. You guys were practically attached at the hip until it just stopped. If anyone had asked, you’d say it wasn’t your fault. Paige was the one who decided to stop talking to you without a reason or explanation. You didn’t even get a text. Regardless, you pushed through and committed to the University of Connecticut. A week after you committed, Paige announced that she’d also be committing to UConn and playing basketball for the women’s team. You were forced to hear about it all up until graduation.

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freaking love the college basketball player! ellie but what about college volleyball player! reader???? ellie would be gay panicking every game because have you seen those spandex?!?! oh lawd 😩

a/n: ty for requesting this it's so real 😭

ellie x college volleyball player reader headcanons

I like to think ellie wouldn’t care much to go out to school games often until dina made her go to a volleyball game and it completely altered her brain

dina dragged her there to watch a friend play, you, and ellie just could not stop watching

and she definitely felt a little guilty for staring too long at your black spandex shorts 

she just couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering, it was definitely making her panic which didn’t go unnoticed by dina 

as the game was nearing the end ellie begged dina to introduce her to you (she was nearly on her hands and knees) 

you’d gotten a text congratulating your team on the win and asking if you wanted to grab dinner with dina and her (cute and very gay) friend 

the answer ended up being a yes

when you met ellie you were immediately grateful for dina 

she typically had a habit of setting you up with just anybody

so when she said she had a cute friend you didn’t expect it to be an understatement 

as for ellie she felt the same, maybe even felt it harder

you looked much different after you showered and either way, you made her panic 

when she tried to introduce herself she definitely stuttered a bit (you thought it was cute) 

after you started dating she was no longer shy about her staring at your ass anymore 

at games, after practices, and even outside of volleyball anything short you wore just set her 

a lot of people have said this but i truly believe she's the type to fake fuck you from behind whenever you bend over 😭😭

she just really couldn't take her eyes (or hands) off of you even if she wanted to

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college basketball player ellie x reader headcanons + ig post

you guys met on social media while people were non-stop fawning over ellie (you being one of them)

you posted a video on tiktok talking about ellie being your basketball crush and a teammate sent it to her

and then she stitched the video and you guys started talking from there 

the stitch in question

she always makes sure you sit courtside or at least close so she can see you while she plays (she thinks your presence makes her performance better)

she’s really popular on social media so she makes a good amount of money and she likes to spoil you all the time. wanna get your nails done? paid for. hair? the money is already in your account. if she sees you even look at something for longer than a second at a store or mall she’s buying it 

whenever you're out in public she just has to be touching you so everyone knows you’re together (she's extremely possessive)

and she definitely posts you on instagram all the time

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y/nirl til your chest caves in and the walls are white 💞

     theelliewilliams baby what! 

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a gentle reminder that it is very easy to make your fics inclusive of every reader!! you don’t need to specify characteristics like skin color or hair texture (and associated stuff like someone visibly blushing or running their fingers through their hair) in order to make a good story.

i’ve seen some poc on tumblr talk about how they often feel like “x reader” is written as “x white reader,” which is definitely something to be mindful of when crafting your characters.

obviously not every fic needs to be written to represent everyone, but it’s very simple to make sure your fics aren’t isolating or excluding anyone <3

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living in a apartment with timothee headcannons?

Living with Timothee

you ask, you shall receive 😩🤞🏾

When he asked you to move in with him, he was super nervous and giddy

“You don’t have to say yes, it was just a thought”

When you say yes, he’s so happy and starts looking for apartments after he calls his mom

When the moving date arrives he would not let you touch anything! This man is so stubborn especially when it comes to you

“No y/n you already helped with packing the boxes!”

“You mean when I got to pack my own stuff? Timmy just let me help pleaseeee”

After about 3 months living there, everything was unpacked and decorated and Timothee didn’t mind you decorating everything to your liking.

When you were on your laptop or watching tv or on the phone, he was always admiring you

“What are you staring at dummy”

You guys cooking together would be a mess! You both know how to cook individually but together, not so much

Pasta sauce would be everywhere but in the pot, broken noodles burned on the stove top, but somehow it tasted good 😭

Cuddling whenever you guys get the chance. Either it was watching a movie or reading emails you both love invading each others personal space

Sex 24/7 I imagine timothee being horny literally whenever but when he sees you in sweatpants and a bra he is needy asf

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I literally love all ur stories so much 😍 can you add me to your tag list if you have one?

atm i don’t have one but i can start one and add you!

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more dad!Timmy pls!!! how about evangeline and theo are fraternal twins who seemingly favour Timmy looks wise (you joke your kids don't look like you) but one of them has your personality and habits more?? haha feel free to be creative with this

how cute! yes, i’ve imagined evangeline and theo to be the SPITTING IMAGE of timmy bc who wouldn’t want those amazing genes

Every Friday, you, the kids, and Timothée had movie night. It was a family tradition that all of you loved and never took for granted, especially with Timothée traveling for work so often.

Tonight, Theo had chosen Shrek as the movie of the night. He’d chosen the seat next to you, of course, snuggling into your side while Evangeline sat on your other side, waiting for Timmy to bring the popcorn.

He placed the bowl on the table, taking a seat beside Evangeline. “Theo, bud, you don’t wanna sit with me this time?” Timothée asked this every movie night, yet the answer was always the same.

“Nuh-uh. Mama.” he huffed, throwing his arms around your torso.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s what I figured.” Timothée grumbled, making you laugh. You watched as he pulled out his phone, stretching out his arm to take a picture of your little family.

“Say cheese, lovebugs!” Timothée cheered, grabbing the attention of Evangeline and Theo who posed and smiled widely for their father. Timothée snapped a couple of selfies before falling back into his spot next to Evangeline on the couch.

You grabbed the remote and bowl of popcorn, passing it to Evangeline while you pressed play on the movie. As the kids watched the brightly colored characters show up on the screen, Timothée looked at the pictures he’d just taken on his phone.

He smiled and turned his phone to face you, handing you the phone over Evangeline’s head as to not disturb her.

You looked at the photos and smiled bashfully at your children’s happy faces, their missing teeth showing and all. You and Timothée looked extremely happy as well, a little exhausted-looking, but still like a cute, happy family.

Evangeline and Timothée were the spit image of each other, having the same eyes and curly hair. She even had similar defined facial features, only softer than Timothée’s.

And Theo, despite holding onto your arm, also looked more like Timothée’s son than yours. He had hair just like Timothée’s, same haircut and part, same unruly curls. Theo’s eyes were more green than Timothée’s, which were a funky shade of hazel. They had the same eyebrows, nose, and smile, which showed in the picture that was just taken.

You were kind of jealous of how much they looked like your husband. You found it ironic and unfair that after carrying the twins for 9 excruciatingly painful and difficult months, both of your children popped out looking nothing like you.

And 100% Timothée.

And although you felt betrayed by your children, you couldn’t help but laugh at how much they talked and acted like you.

Evangeline had your sass—which was definitely both a blessing and a curse—and charisma. She also inherited your love for art and fashion and makeup, which was fun, especially when you and her would have mommy daughter dates and have a blast (sometimes you’d have more fun than when you went out with your actual friends, and Evangeline is only 4).

Theo couldn’t have embodied your social spirit more perfectly. You were both extremely similar with how social you were and had the same sense of humor. You loved taking care of Theo because he genuinely cracked you up. It was also really easy to tell when Theo’s mood was changing because of the reactions he’d make that were practically identical to yours. Or if Theo had enough with socializing during a play date, you could always tell when it was time to go home because of his actions.

“They look so cute, just like you.” you whispered to Timothée, jutting out your lip into a pout as you handed him his phone.

“What can I say? We make pretty great children.” he smiled smugly, slouching in his seat and throwing his hands behind his head.

You rolled your eyes, “They look nothing like me, that’s all you and your overpowering genetics.” you told him, Evangeline tapping your thigh and shushing you while keeping her eyes on the movie.

Timothée let out a laugh at that, it was just like you. “I’m sorry about that, baby.”

You took some popcorn from the bowl in Evangeline’s lap and mimicked Timothée’s posture, turning to him with a glint in your eye and a smirk. “It’s okay, maybe this one will look like me.”

And the moment you touched your stomach, almost caressing it, Timothée’s eyes went wide and he sat up immediately.

“You’re pregnant?!”

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If this post makes you uncomfortable, I’m not sorry.

Today, innocent muslims were attacked by Israeli forces during Friday prayers in Al Aqsa mosque in Palestine. Over 150 Palestinian muslims were injured in the raid. Every year, in Ramadan, these zionists attack and hurt innocent people. They choose the most peaceful time of our Hijri year to terrorise and cause chaos. To attack innocent people in prayer is the lowest of the low and everyone needs to see this situation for what it is; this is terrorism, this is an occupation, this is the killing of innocent people. This post is to push this information out and to urge everyone to pay attention and educate themselves. I want everyone to understand that Israel is not a country, it’s stolen land - it’s the result of years of violence, terrorism and ethnic cleansing. I will not stay silent and if this makes you uncomfortable, I urge you to take a moment to find out why this makes you feel that way.

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august, timothée chalametꜜ

summary: social media fic during reader’s bday week in august.

(minor drug use warning/smoking)

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gardenhose360 it’s my birthday week so it’s all about me me and me tbhhh (ps. ty timmy best photographer ever <3)

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dylanminnette nobodies doing it like y/n

gardenhose360 shut up and release the album minnette

tchalamet my girl my girl my girl

gardenhose360 hi timmy 😵‍💫

netflix best virgo

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marvel love you y/n

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tomholland2013 happy bday week

gardenhose360 omg its spider man 🫵🏾

zendaya immyyyy come back to la soon pls

gardenhose360 i will just 4 you

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tchalamet bday girl 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

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gardenhose360 ilysm 🫣

tchalamet <3

userone you guys are so cute

usertwo wghats her @

usertwoandahalf @/gardenhose360

zendaya back off man :(

gardenhose360 ily ily ily

userthree her username is so random i love you guys 🤬

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gardenhose360 it was all abt me ily you all best bday eva + timmy is the best lvr in the world 🫶🏾

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tchalamet je t’aime <33333

gardenhose360 thats it i’m dropping to my knees 🫣

tchalamet y/n ?

gardenhose360 french is my biggest weakness i need to stand up 💔

tchalamet yw <3

usertwoandahalf cuteeeeee

userfour <y/n3333

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zendaya happy bday 💐

gardenhose360 you’re actually the finest woman on earth

tomholland2013 me and peter say happy birthday y/n

gardenhose360 ily spiderman

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film credits, timothée chalamet ꜜ

summary: the oscars with timmy

(no warnings mostly just fluff)

To say the least I don’t think a day like this could ever possibly be topped. Timothée and I were attending the Oscars, one of the most prestigious and nerve-racking events to ever exist. Ever. And what I was going to wear had been my topic of worry ever since Timmy informed me he wanted me to be his plus one. To make it worse he even refused to let me see what his outfit would be like until the day of.

All I had known, much to my surprise, was that Timmy and I had both gotten our pieces from Louis Vuitton. Upon hearing this I was even more excited to see what it was he would be pulling off this time. Luckily it came fast and today was finally the day I could stop endlessly biting away my nails at the thought. At least until our makeup was done.

“Hal hurry up. I wanna see it!” I said giddily. Since being secretive about our outfits was his idea, we decided him being the first to show his was only fair. To me specifically.

“Stop rushing me!” He laughed back in a failed attempt to sound somewhat serious.

“Ok ok yes come out now.” I sighed.

And so he did. To say I was shocked would be a mass understatement. The man looked so good I could hardly even remember how to breathe. Timmy was a man of taste for sure and the cropped blazer with black sequin all over from there to his pants was just perfect. I almost even felt insecure about how good he looked in comparison to what I had chosen to worn.

“TIMOTHÉE! Oh my god! Like actually, wow! You’re so pretty.” I said amazed

Even a year into our relationship we were both still easily flustered at compliments from each other, and seeing Timothée flustered was the cutest thing ever.

“Enough about me, it’s your turn now.” He said to divert attention

I just gave him a knowing alright kind of look and made my way to change. I had three choices initially and to say the least it was difficult but I felt as though the dress I had chosen was simple yet still encapsulated me. The detailing between the silky silver and black parts of the dress were by far what had drawn me to it the most. I knew immediately to pair it with a simple black bralette and heels. Accessories-wise, as a final touch, I had wanted lots of silver bracelets and rings. Though I had loved my look, after seeing Timmy’s I was actually feeling extremely insecure. The man was so pretty, how could I not?

“[Y/n]…. come out! It’s your turn!” Timothée said teasingly. I almost didn’t want to but whether I liked it or not the man would eventually drag me out if he had to.

And so I made my way back into the brightly lit hotel room. To say I was personally shocked at the surprise and admiration on Timmy’s face would be a mass understatement.

“Mon amour, you look absolutely stunning! Jeez!” he smiled.

It was now my turn to be flustered. I suddenly began to feel less bad about what I had chosen and ten times more comfortable as I did so.

“Thank you, thank you very much,” I said jokingly as I quoted Elvis

Following getting dressed we had about two hours until our limo would arrive and it was spent taking pictures with and of each other whilst listening to one of Timmy’s playlists. His music taste was top tier, maybe even better than mine, though I would never, ever, admit it to his face.

Hours later as we arrived at the Oscars. I began to take note of all of the people and cameras and most importantly people there. I began to feel my social anxiety take the wheel and it didn’t help that of all people, I was dating Timothée Chalamet. Not that it was a bad thing. Simply how big he had become over the years we’d known each other was astonishing. I’d known lots of people and cameras would be focused on us the moment we’d get out of the limo.

I didn’t know it at the moment but Timothée was silently taking note of this, and in turn, took hold of my hand and began caressing it.

“It’ll be fine [y/n]. It’ll be like a one-and-done thing. Kinda. Pictures, interviews, more pictures, more interviews. It’ll go by fast I swear!”

Somehow these words put me at ease and as we made a full stop I was just about ready to get out. Timothée began to step out first and I followed as a multitude of cameras began to flash and the loudness of the area intensified. I grabbed onto his hand firmly as we began to make our way through the velvet carpet and as soon as I knew it, just as Timmy said, we were seated for awards.

Timothée and I were left in shock as Dune won six well-deserved awards. From Best Visual Effects to Best Original Score, Best Cinematography, Costume and Production Design, Film Editing, and Sound. Seeing Timmy so happy was amazing and the night had yet to get better.

Me and Timothée watched as Chris Rock made a joke about Jada Smith resulting in him being slapped on live television by Will Smith. Timmy and I couldn’t help but laugh as we looked at each other in shock. Amongst the surprised gasps were Timothée and I in a fit of laughter as we clapped for Will. Experiencing live television in person was literally the best.

“Bro what! Timmy, what the fuck!” I said in utter shock as the commotion died down.

As the awards wound down we’d begun to get ready to change clothes for the after-party. This time what I’d chosen had reminded me of a more loose version of what I’d worn to the awards which was exactly what I wanted. It was almost like a continuation. The shimmery silky grey and black detailing was the best way to attend this after-party and upon seeing Timmy’s outfit they almost matched. Or at least slightly coordinated in some sense.

Soon It was just about time to leave and I had met so many people I’d never in a million years thought I’d even breathe the same air as. I mean Zendaya was the best woman I’ve ever met, I was prepared to drop to my knees in an instant.

“I had a great time y’know,” I said as I looked at Timmy admiringly

“I’m glad you did, I did too. I had a great date and everything after all.” he giggled lightly

At this moment I had felt like we’d been isolated from everything as if we were inside of this bubble. We’d continued to stare at each other until we both simultaneously leaned in for a kiss. I could lie and say it was just a simple kiss but in all reality, it was more of a soft make-out kind of thing. Before we knew it our limo was here and we were making our way back to our hotel to end the night.