#timothée calamet

[riordanness]

all i’ve ever wanted - [w.wonka]

wordcount: 2.0K

requested: yes! anon <3

warnings: bit of angst and heartbreak

I watch, a smile on my face as Willy walks slowly through the old building.

“So?” Noodle asks expectantly. “Do you like it?” I know how hard she tried to get this for him. She wanted nothing but for him to be happy, and I agreed. Willy Wonka was the kind of person you couldn’t bear to see sad.

“Do I like it?” Willy breaks into a smile. “Oh, Noodle, it’s just as I always imagined. No, scratch that–it’s better than I imagined!”

Noodle grins, and jumps up to give him a hug. I watch them, a twinge in my gut. I think I’d give anything to hug him like that.

Piper lets out a cheer, and Lottie and I exchange a grin.

We had a huge job ahead of us, but with Willy Wonka, I’m pretty sure just about anything is possible.

I stand beside Noodle, cradling a perfect blue chocolate flower in my hands. Willy has his hand on the doors, ready to walk out and announce to the world that Wonka’s Chocolate Shop is officially open for business.

I exchange an excited grin with Noodle, then I turn my focus to Willy. He takes a deep breath, muttering something so quietly that I can’t hear; then he pushes open the doors.

Sunlight filters into the dark room, illuminating the faces of my friends. We’re all holding our breaths in anticipation.

“Ladies and gentleman,” Willy announces, his voice strong and clear. “Welcome to Wonka’s. Incredible things are waiting in store, both literally and metaphorically.”

“What, in there?” A man’s voice sounds incredulous.

“Humour me.” Willy has a smile in his voice.

He leads the older man through the shop, as the six of us light up the building, pulling ropes and shooting strings of sugary goodness into the air. Lottie passes out umbrellas, Crunch and Larry ride the bicycles, and I hand out mini chocolate baskets to the children.

It’s beautiful, and it’s amazing, and I keep finding myself staring at Willy, his face alive with joy and contentedness. This is all he’s ever wanted, and I’m so glad I get to share it with him.

People have begun to line up at the front counter, their chocolate baskets filled to the brim with colourful goodies. Abacus is on the till, typing in numbers, writing receipts and giving out change. Noodle is beside him, handing out smiles.

I spot Willy, standing alone, gazing happily at the joyful customers around him. I trip merrily over, coming to a stop at his side. “Congrations, Mr Chocolatier.”

His smile is warmer than melted chocolate. “Thank you, dear y/n.” His eyes flit once more over the shop, then settle on me. “And thank you, so so much, for doing so much for me and for this shop.”

I laugh, a little awkwardly. “It’s no problem at all.”

“You see, this thing is…” He seems to hesitate, like he’s unsure of what to say.

“Go on,” I say quietly.

“Y/n, I know I have only known you for a short time. I also know that most of that time was spent either scrubbing laundry or you and Noodle trying to teach me to read, but in that short amount of time I have fallen in love with you. I love the way you laugh, and sing, and how you always try to make the people around you happy even if you’re really the one who needs comforting. You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known, sweeter than even my best chocolates. I’ve spent my entire life alone and on the move, and now I... I can’t imagine not being in yours.”

He stops, taking a deep breath.

I stare at him, a little bit in shock. “What are you saying?” I ask, my voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

“I’m saying that I’m in love with you.” He doesn’t meet my eyes, shyly playing with his cane instead.

“Oh.”

His face scrunches a little, and he sighs. “I’m sorry. That probably wasn't the right thing to say.”

“No!” I shake my head adamantly. “No, it–it was perfect, Willy.” I don’t know why I’m so worried about this, but I try for a not-so-nervous smile. “I’m in love with you too, you know. From the first second you fell down that laundry chute. I just didn’t tell you because, well, I didn’t think I would ever be good enough for someone like you, Willy.”

He laughs under his breath. “Y/n, you are the one no one could ever be good enough for.”

“Really?” My voice is small, but I can hear my smile in the word.

“Yes.” He nods, then reaches for me, his fingertips delicately brushing my cheek. I instinctively lean into his touch, and my heart feels full to burst with happiness. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.

And when he kisses me, it feels like my chest is filled with melted chocolate.

Horror fills me as I stare at what’s left of Wonka’s shop. Smoke rises in small, winding columns. Lottie carries a fire extinguisher, putting out any little leftover fires. Melted chocolate, disintegrated sweets, and shattered glass are everywhere.

“What happened?” Piper asks desperately, tears glittering in her eyes.

“The chocolate cartel,” Abacus replies gruffly, wiping the ash from his shirt.

I exchange a heartbroken look with Noodle, watching as she lays a hand on Willy’s shoulder. He’s sitting downheartedly on the floor, his eyes fixed resolutely on the half-melted chocolate cherry tree.

“It’s okay, Willy,” Noodle tries to insist, “we can rebuild.”

“It’s no use, Noodle.” Willy doesn’t even look at her. “She wasn't here.”

Noodle’s face clears in understanding. “You didn’t seriously think that–”

“Oh, I did,” Willy says. “She pinky promised.”

“Willy–”

“Come on, Noodle,” Abacus breaks in, touching her on the arm gently. “I think Mr Wonka needs to be alone.”

Noodle sighs and follows Crunch out, while the rest of the crew silently file after them, leaving just Willy and I.

I sit gingerly beside him. “Are you okay, my love?”

Willy seems to stiffen at my words. “I’m fine. Please, I’d—I'd like to be alone right now. I’ll see you back at the laundry.”

I want to argue. I want to stay. But I understand. “Alright.” I get to my feet, and leave quietly, glancing back at Willy twice. Neither time does he look back at me.

Little did I know that I know that I wouldn’t see him back at the laundry, and that my last image of him was his hunched and upset figure, curled over his knees.

Noodle sits on my bed, watching me. I’m curled into a ball, hugging my pillow close to my chest.

“Y/n,” she says again, “it’s okay. He’s gonna come back.”

I shake my head. “He isn’t, Noodle. You heard Mrs Scrubbit downstairs. He made a deal with the Cartel. He’s gone.”

Noodle sighs. “I don’t believe that.”

“Well you should,” I say aggressively, sitting up. “He left us. He—he didn’t even say goodbye.” My voice breaks. Tears gather in my throat again, and I’m flooded with angry sobs.

“Do you want to be alone?” Noodle whispers.

Just before I can answer, Bleacher bangs on the door. “Time to get up! Mrs Scrubbit wants you all downstairs before breakfast.”

I groan, and pull myself up off my rickety bed. “Come on, Noodle-dee,” I say softly. “We’d better go see what she wants.”

Noodle tries to smile, for me. “Okay, y/n-doo.”

I file after her down the stairs, falling in line with the rest of the laundry crew.

“Look at all the long faces ‘round here,” Mrs Scrubbit says, a glint in her eye. “It’s almost like you lot has a sneaky little plan to escape.”

We line up, facing Mrs Scrubbit. “Your friend, Mr Wonka, done a deal with Mr Slugworth. Settled your accounts. Crunch, you’re free to go.”

One by one, Abacus, Lottie, Piper, and Larry all get a little ticket and leave. Soon, it’s just Noodle and I left.

“And now for you two.” Mrs Scrubbit’s smile is sickly sweet. “The biggest piles of the lot. But these ain’t to let you go.”

“What?” Noodle demands.

“Mr Slugworth doesn’t think nasty little orphans like you should be out on the streets, Noodle. This money is to keep you locked up for good.”

“I hate you!” Noodle shouts, slamming her fists into the bench. “You—“

Mr Bleacher grabs her, holding her arms still.

“Look at her go, Lord Bleacherfitz!” Mrs Scrubbit says gleefully.

“You don’t still think he’s a lord, do you?” Noodle cries. “We made it all up, you stupid old hag!”

“Why you little brat—“ Mrs Scrubbit clutches Noodle by the shirt. “You’re going in the coop, my girl! And you.” She points at me. “To the wash house, forever. You’ll never see daylight again, you hear?”

She drags Noodle away, both of them yelling.

I’m left with Bleacher, feeling as if I have a heavy weight on my chest. I can’t believe he just left us. Got a ticket out of here and abandoned Noodle and I.

I thought… I thought he loved me.

“Down you go,” Bleacher says gruffly. “Now!” He shoves me unceremoniously down the laundry chute, and I don’t even try to stop him. I land in a heap of clothes, and I don’t move.

I stare at the ceiling, at all the washing lines and steaming cracks in the roof.

My head hurts, but nothing compares to my heartache. I don’t think I will ever get over Willy Wonka. He’s the kind of person you only meet once, and you never forget them. Especially if you loved them with your entire heart.

But sometimes people like that aren’t good inside, and they can leave you, hurt and lonely and destroyed.

He’s gone, and I’m alone.

I must’ve fallen asleep at some point, because I rouse when I hear Noodle’s familiar voice. “Y/n, come on!” she hisses, grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet. “We’ve gotta go!”

I blink sleepily. “Wait, what? How did you—“

“He came back! They all did.”

“He… Willy?” I don’t want to believe it, I don’t want to see him but oh, I do. I do.

Noodle’s curls jump wildly as she nods. “Yes! He’s come back for us, c’mon!”

I follow her to the dumb waiter chute, and we both climb inside, clicking it shut. I press the ‘up’ button, and the crate clicks and shudders into motion.

I’m half excited, half still hurt. I can't decide if I truly want to see him or not. I mean–I’m in love with him, and I have ever since I first laid eyes on the curly headed chocolate boy, but at the same time… He left me, five minutes after confessing he supposedly loved me back.

The instant I see his face, waiting for us at the top of the laundry chute, a bright and anxious smile plastered on his familiar face, I’m torn yet another way. Gods, I’m in love with him.

“Y/n!” he says, grabbing me into his arms the second he sees me. “I’m so sorry–I, are you alright?”

I’m a little flustered, and not quite sure how to reply. “Hi, Willy.”

He must notice my slight stiffness, how my voice is trying its best to emotionlessness. “Hey, I really am sorry. I should never have ever tried to leave. I regretted it instantly. I promise, I will never leave you ever again.”

I look up into his eyes. “You promise?” My voice cracks on the words.

His eyes soften immediately. “Yeah, my love, I promise.”

“Okay.” I decide to believe him, mostly because the thought of being without him again hurt more than the chance of being left again.

[morrisonblossom]

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

Luca talking to 'La Repubblica' about his film Bones & All and his relationship with Timmy.

"... Speaking about the relationship with Chalamet, Guadagnino says that "it's very difficult for me to talk about this, because the thing that deeply touches me is to see a young boy grow up to be a young man on a path of sharing important things, like making movies, but there is also a private, personal relationship between me and him, because we are friends. I can say that Timothée is a boy of a superior intelligence and extraordinary emotional sensitivity and therefore working and living with him are privileged paths of life". ❤️

[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

"My Bones and all ? It's a cannibal film, but also the most intense love story I've shot": Luca Guadagnino , guest at Marateale , the festival running in Maratea until July 31, talked about himself for a long time to students in a masterclass and in a meeting with the director of the Venice Film Festival , Alberto Barbera , talking about his career and his projects.

Starting with the film that was selected in the main competition at the Venice review that opens on August 31, Bones and all , in which he finds Timothée Chalamet , who launched worldwide with Call me by your name . "There has been a lot of emphasis on the issue of cannibalism because it is true, the protagonists are 'eaters' rather than cannibals, they have this sort of disease, they cannot resist, they are condemned by their nature to be this thing. inside of this impossible nature that tears them from society and makes them marginalized, a love story is born between the character of Taylot Russell and that of Chalametand the film for me is perhaps the most intense love story I've made, which is almost final, as a love story ".

[clementinecyrilla]

This one is 4 @briefphantompeach

Timmy / WOC

I had my head in his lap, my arms stretched around his waist while his long, slender fingers ran throughout my curls. Every once in a while we got a Saturday night like this to ourselves, just him and I, our pajamas, while we lazily watch TV together.

I didn't get to see him very often any more, but the time we'd have together brought me comfort. Laying here in his lap felt like home to me, and home could be anywhere as long as it was with him.

"Hey, Tim?" I muttered from his lap, though my heart had already began to speed up at the thought of my next question.

"Yeah baby?" He spoke, his hands still pushing my hair across my head.

I scooted my body up, to sit my head on his chest while his arm slipped to around my waist.

"I told my manager about what happened with Amanda."

His arms got tighter around me, and his nose snuggled against me as he pressed a kiss to my head.

"Did they fire her?"

"They did."

Without missing a split moment, he spoke out

"Good."

He sighed, I could feel it deep in his chest as it rolled out of him.

He straightened up where he was sitting and pulled me closer, as he spoke to me

"You're gorgeous, Y/N."

I smiled, happiness radiating throughout me while I sat here in his arms.

He continued

"You're gorgeous, and you're talented, and you're kind, and you're fun, and you bring light into the world."

I never realized how..... accepted racism was until I started dating somebody famous. How easily people's lips could spill out these awful insults and words at me, my complexion, my hair, all of me. And they'd do it with such ease that they'd almost think it was okay.

And although the second a bad word comes out of someone's mouth, I've got 5 people behind me ready to tell her to fuck off, the sting still stays.

But I'm still beautiful. And he loves me.

"You know you're none of the things those nasty people call you, right?"

"They just wish they were me." I joked, pushing my face into him, as I snuggled into his lap.

He giggled at me, holding me tight as he told me

"Because you're you, and you're wonderful."

[deckerstarareotp]

I am not the only one who has huge love for Timothée Calamet so it make me feel good and sane. Share the love ! I need someone to talk to about Timmy

[clementinecyrilla]

Can u do something where Y/N has just given birth and Timothée holds his baby for the first and he is just so in love with it? And then he lays in the hospital bed right next to Y/N and they just look at the baby and talk about how adorable it is and how three of them are going to have such a great future together?

“Y/N…” Timmy whispered to me, his hand on the tiny little back of our baby. With his little head full of dark black hair, and the tiniest, most precious little fingers that were wiggling away on my chest.

It had barely been 20 minutes since I gave birth to him, but it felt like so much longer.

As Timmy lay next to me in the hospital bed, his eyes tender and full of warmth, his fingers began running soft circles against our sons little back.

He smiled down at him, before leaning down, to place a gentle kiss against his head, before whispering

“Hello, little Olivier.”

His fingers started to brush his little tuft of hair, still whispering to him

“Daddy loves you so much.”

“Timmy…” I spoke up.

He slowly leaned up to look back at me, before giving me a big, cozy smile.

“Yes, darling?”

“Sit back.”

He sat up where he was next to me, as I leaned forward, holding tight onto little Ollie, as I slowly, carefully handed him to Timmy.

His eyes flooded with tears the second both of his hands touched the baby, looking in pure awe down at him. His fingers brushing the little hairs off of the baby’s forehead, and his lips slowly coming down, to press gentle kisses against it.

“He's gonna look just like you.”

I giggled at him, leaning my head against his shoulder.

He chuckled at me, saying

“I don’t know… it looks like he has your lips.”

“But he has your eyes, and your hair, and your nose..”

He sighed happily, as he spoke

“I just hope he gets your heart.”

I smiled at his words, feeling the warm tears begin to slide down my cheek at the fullness in my heart, looking at my new little family.

“I hope he gets your talent.” I tell him.

He laughs at my words, remarking

“I hope he gets yours, too.”

Ollie started to stretch his tiny legs, his back bending and his arms above his head, as Timmy’s mouth fell wide open, his eyebrows raising up as he said to me

“Oh my god, he’s so cute.”

“Look at his little legs! And his feet!”

“I know, they’re like, the size of my thumb.”

We smiled down at him, still blissful, as we started to rattle on mindlessly, about our new future.

About what we hope he does, who he acts more like, who we want to see him first, and what we think he’s going to be like when he gets a personality of his own.

Our little bundle of sunshine was the most breathtaking thing I’d ever seen, and Timmy agreed.

[clementinecyrilla]

He liked talk shows. He always loved opportunities to promote his work, and with his big, magnetic personality, the attraction came easily to him the second the camera landed him.

“Now, Tim- I actually, I had a question for you.”

Jimmy Fallon grinned at him, his mouth shut, his eyes narrowed, as Timmy’s confused smile came through his face.

“Go ahead.” He chuckled, nervously at him.

“So you and Y/N Y/L/N. You two are friends, right?”

Timmy’s eyes flew up to look at the ceiling, as he twirled a curl in his fingers, and told him

“Yeah, she’s wonderful. We’re really good friends.”

“And you two- you two have known eachother for a while now, yeah?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“And you’ve been playing her boyfriend in, what, 3 out of the 4 things you two have been in together?”

Jimmy glared at him, with a knowing, teasing grin. His stare was fixed exclusively on him, waiting for the slightest shift in his demeanor to answer the question he wanted to ask.

“Yeah.. yeah, that sounds about right.”

“And you two are close friends, right? Like, pretty, particularly close?”

Timmy gulped, he knew what was coming.

It was unavoidable. It was inescapable now.

He worked so hard to stay private, to be quiet, but now, his relationship was finally coming out.

But he mused at him

“Definitely, she’s one of my best friends.”

“And, now, just the other night... these, these pictures, they leak all over Instagram and twitter.”

Up above the two of you, a picture of you two, wrapped tightly against eachother in the dim, LA street lights, and an electric smile spread throughout his lips as he pressed them tight against yours.

“And you two look pretty, uh, you two seem pretty close. I mean, your lips are touching.” He but down on his lips to keep from giggling.

“God, fu- dang it.”

Timmy shut his eyes, letting out an involuntary giggle out at the situation.

“So, the last time you were here and you told me you didn’t have a girlfriend, was that a lie?”

Timmy shrugged his shoulders, his uncontainable smile was stretching across his lips as he frantically avoided eye contact.

“She’s.. we’ve, uh, well she’s been my girlfriend for about a few months now.”

“Excuse me?!”

“About 4 months, now, I think..”

“And what made you two finally make that decision?”

His mouth came agape at his words.

“What do you mean finally?” Timmy shot back, fake shock ringing through his voice.

“Everybody who knows you two thought you’ve been together since the first time you met! What do you mean “finally?”?!”

“Why didn’t anybody say something?”

“We thought you knew! Your hands are always all over her, your mouth is always somewhere on her, you’re always looking at her.”

“Well, you look at her and tell me you’d be able to keep yourself away from her.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. You and Y/N. You look pretty pleased with yourself, right now.”

“I’m very pleased, I’m very happy with her. She’s a very talented, very smart, very funny, very gorgeous person. After being with her now I’m really starting to realize how much I’ve wanted this since i met her. I’ve been waiting for this for a pretty long time.”

“Yeah, I mean, in these pictures, you look pretty excited to have your tongue in her mouth.”

“That’s not the only place I like having my tongue in her..”

[clementinecyrilla]

Hey! Could you write something about Y/N and Timothée’s wedding day? Where Y/N walks down the aisle and Timothée starts tearing up, they exchange vows, give each other their rings and once they’re officially pronounced married, they walk down the aisle and quietly tell each other how much they love each other.

I love wedding day ones!!! ❤️❤️❤️

My eyes were closed.

Basking myself entirely in the silence, when the second the bride steps into the aisle. That halting moment, where every single head in the room turns to look at you.

I kept my eyes on the aisle below me, my blush spreading across my cheeks at all of the smiling faces looking back at me.

My hands were wrapped tight around the bouquet in my hands, while every step I took felt like tiny earthquakes below me. The ground shaking underneath, as I tried to focus on making my way to my husband-

My husband to be.

And suddenly, I decided, to look up.

To see his face, to see how he felt, to see his eyes.

His smile,

The look on his face.

And there he was, just barely some feet in front of me now.

And I swear, there had never been anything in my life that were more breathtaking than he was today.

His eyes filled with tears, and his smile, his wonderful smile, was filled with all of the love in his heart that I’ve ever known. Or ever seen.

And there we were, standing across from eachother, on this absolutely enchanting day.

“You

Look

Amazing.”

He mouthed at me, as the priest spoke next to us.

I smiled at him, as my own happy tears began to swell in my eyes.

The priest nodded at him, gesturing for him to say his vows.

He smiled faintly, before taking my hands in his, and reciting his words to me

“Y/N, looking at you today, never in my life did I think that I would have the honor of seeing such a breathtaking front of me.

I’ve never felt the things in my heart the things that I feel for you, and I’m never going to find the happiness anywhere else than where you’ve given me mine.

You took my heart in your hands, and you’ve given me a home in yours.

And for that, I’m so, eternally thankful.

I’m thankful that I know you, and that I’m going to get to spend my life with you. You’re the closest to an angel that I’ve ever known, and there will never, never in this world be anybody else quite like you.

I love you so much more than I will ever be able to put into words, but I hope that these ones did it justice.”

And, with tears streaming down my face, and a smile you could see from space, I gave him mine too.

“For better, and for worse” the priest spoke.

“For better, and for worse.” We repeated.

“And I’m sickness, and in health.”

“In sickness, and in health.”

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.”

And with the drop of those words, Timmy pulled my face in, immediately, with both of his hands, the most excited he’s ever been, and kissed me.

He kissed me with all of the passion he had, and the fireworks I felt were shooting across the room as he held me. With my arms around his shoulders, we could hear the cheers, and the celebrating from our family and our friends behind us.

We started making our way down the aisle, his arm behind me, as he whispered to me

“I love you so, so very much.”

With a kiss to my cheek.

[clementinecyrilla]

Imagine him seeing you after you two have broken up.

((I know he didn’t go to the Oscars this year but just imagine))

“Timothée, your recent ex girlfriend just arrived.”

“Timothée, Y/N just arrived. How do you feel?”

“Timothée, Y/N is here now.”

The questions shot at him like fire crackers the second my foot stepped out of the limo for the Oscars this year. My latest movie was up for best adapted film, and my name had been plastered on every social media outlet and every other buzzfeed and Rolling Stones article was talking about it.

Y/n Y/l/n, the up and coming talent from the rebooted version of The notebook.

My heart stopped where it stood at the sound of his name being called out by a herd of reporters that were flocking him.

But I couldn’t see him. Not with the hounding questions being shot at him.

And then suddenly, it wasn’t just his name they were calling for.

But it was mine, too.

“Timothée, I hear Y/N wants to see you tonight.”

And his voice finally came through the overwhelming wave of reporters, as he responded

“Yeah, well, I’d love to see her, too.”

Should I go see him? Do you think he was being serious, or just putting on a friendly face for the photographers?

It was hard to see him past the crowds of people lining up to see everybody, until finally, I was able to see it, that beautiful, curly hair of his, that I can still feel in my fingers as they ran through it.

I missed it, I missed his warmth, his voice, his lips, his fingers, all of it.

I missed him.

He looked my way, mouth open to say something to the person he was walking with, until his eyes caught mine.

He nearly stopped where he stood, catching himself from tripping over the air, as he managed to let out an ecstatic smile at me, before letting his happiness fall to the floor, knowing that things were different than the last time we were here, as a couple.

[clementinecyrilla]

Hey, may I request a Timothée x reader imagine where the reader is an actress and they reveal their relationship at the red carpet of the oscars? Like they kiss or something and everyone goes absolutely crazy?

His fingers kept a tight grip into my hips, his arm right behind me as we made our way to the biggest event of our year: The Oscars.

His lips lingered over my shoulder, with his lips pressing ghostly kisses against it, as he eyeballed the window until we arrived.

I could feel his smile slowly crawling across his lips, the feeling of fire in my belly intensified as our limo came to a slow stop, the driver letting us know that we were here.

My stomach was twisting, turning around at the thought of it.

“Tonight’s our night,” he whispered to me, his low voice giving me butterflies in the pit of my belly.

“Are you ready?”

My heart was racing, and my hands were now embarrassingly hot and sweaty from the anxiety of the thoughts of tonight finally being the night.

I was so lost in my thoughts, the realization that the night we’d talked about, all these months, here we were.

He reached his arm across me and opened the door, grinning devilishly down, as he mused at me

“After you, princess.”

I lifted myself out of the car, overwhelmed by all of the cameras that met me right outside of the door.

Before I knew it, I felt Timmy nearly leap out of the limo next to me. And with his hand around mine, he tugged me along the red carpet, through the bright flashes from the cameras and the peppering questions that surrounded us as we nearly danced through them.

He was a grinning, laughing mess as he watched my nervousness at the anticipation.

And then, suddenly, in front of everybody, and the giant sea of people, the world seemed to slow down and fade away, as he turned me swiftly to face him, before grabbing my waist in his hands, and brushing my hair away, before pressing the most passionate, sensitive kiss I’ve ever felt. Holding onto me as I leaned backward from the force of it.

We were smiling against eachother, as we heard the cameras start to click at the fastest speed of ever heard. The questions pouring in around us as Timmy just smiled even wider, and held onto me.

[clementinecyrilla]

Hey babes my requests are open rn. No smut but I’ll do any fluff request, headcanon, blurb. Ily all

[clementinecyrilla]

71. A gentle “I love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss. Requested by anonymous

He pulled me onto his lap, the taste of tequila lingered in his tongue as he ran his hands through my hair, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he pulled my face down to close onto his. My hair was tingling across his neck, making him laugh at how it tickled him. He was tipsy from the bar he’d gone to to celebrate wrapping up the show he’d been starring in, while I stayed home to get some desperately needed time to wind down after a hectic filming schedule. And so now, at 2:47 am, here we were, while I straddled him on the couch of our apartment.

His lips lingered over mine, before pressing a soft, playful peck on them, before pulling away to whisper to me, “I love you”. It vibrates against my lips, making me smile into him, as I put my hand behind his neck, and pulled his face up to meet his lips in a stronger, more passionate kiss, as he kept a tight grip on my back, before moving us, so that I laid underneath him on the couch.

[clementinecyrilla]

Can you do a timothée imagine w/ shy kiss and/or giggly kiss from the prompt list

“Come on, Y/N, you gotta play by the rules.” Your friends teased you, as you sat next to Timmy on the couch of their apartment, drunk off of wine, and in the peak of a very, very interesting game of truth or dare.

“No on else has had to do this!” You squealed at them, as Timmy’s bright red blush was creeping across his cheeks as he put his arm behind you, against the back of the couch.

“And? We told you to.” They laughed at you, as they eyeballed the two of you.

You shut your eyes, leaning back into the couch to avoid eye contact with one of your best friends, who you’d been dared to kiss tonight.

“Come on, Y/N, it’ll be quick, I promise.” Timmy reassured you, but his devilish smirk said otherwise.

You sighed, making the split decision before you regret it, and huff out

“Okay, Fine.” You tell them, pushing your back off from the couch to scoot closer to Timmy, as his uncontrollable grin was stretched across the entire bottom half of his face.

He shifted his body to face you more, and his legs pressed against yours, as his face came down to meet yours, his eyes fell to gaze down at your lips, coming down to just hover over them, as you gulped, before whispering to him

“It doesn’t have to be quick..”

He chuckled lowly at you, before whispering back

“I didn’t plan on it, princess.”

As his lips came down and pressed firmly against yours, with his hand coming up to sit against the side of your face, he dipped his face down to deepen your kiss, and naturally, instinctively, you stared to giggly giddily against his lips, as his own laughter came out, until the two of you were laughing like toddlers against each others lips, with his hand still on your face, as he giggled to you

“That was nice.”

As you laughed, and nodded your head in agreement at him.

[clementinecyrilla]

masterlist

prompt requests.

blurb/imagine/masterlist

smutty prompts

SERIES!!!!☼

Single dad Timmy. Collaboration with @greeneyedegenerate Part 1 part 2 part 3

We’re not just friends. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 part 5

numbered requests

1. why don’t you fucking make me?

3 Did you really say that about me?

4. Oh god, I didn’t know you were listening.

5. Stop doing that, it’s turning me on (you) (him)

11. “Why do you have to say things like this in interviews?”

13. “Keep that shit up. I dare you.”

15. “You just make me so happy.”

smut requests

2. phone sex or sexting

9. extensive, prolonged makeouts

12. angry sex

15. trying to distract the other sex while they’re “busy”

18. coming from ass play only

21. being shy about sex

23. getting fucked over a desk or table

imagines

imagine Armie talking about you and Timmy

imagine Timmy talking about you on jimmy falon

imagine Jimmy Falon questioning Timmy about you two

Imagine timothée accidentally telling you that you’re beautiful in an interview.

imagine being on a tv show with Timmy, part 1 and 2

imagine Timmy comforting you while you have a panic attack

imagine talking about you and Timmy’s characters on your tv show

Imagine Timothée admitting that he likes you.

imagine being in Paris with Timmy

imagine getting into an argument with Timmy

Imagine drunkenly admitting your feelings for Timothée.

Cute things he does because he’s bored on set. (masterlist)

valentines day

First date

celebrating eachothers birthdays

lazy mornings

award ceremonies

nightmares

first time staying at his house

he comforts you when you’re sad (masterlist)

you and him go on holiday (masterlist)

thunderstorms

imagine Timmy admitting you’re his celebrity crush

imagine meeting his family

he sneaks into your bedroom

imagine hosting SNL with Timmy

imagine Timmy supporting you after you win an oscar

imagine comforting Timmy after he doesn’t win (masterlist)

imagine Timmy comforting you when you have a PTSD attack

imagine Timmy dedicating his oscar acceptance speech to you

mornings with Timmy (masterlist)

timmy with a little sister (masterlist)

road trips (masterlist)

rainy days

meeting Timmy at a New years eve party

cuddling

imagine Timmy proposing

timmy comforting you when you’re upset (masterlist)

being best friends with Timmy (masterlist)

living with timmy (masterlist)

The Louvre (written by @subtasting)

seeing him at an award show after you two have broken up

“My hearts only beating for you”

“your pillow smells like you and I love it”

“you look good in my sweater” 1, 2

“I can’t keep my eyes off of you”

“Nice ass”

SMUT

Losing your virginity to Timmy

hot, nasty, jealous sex with Timmy

sending nudes to Timmy

your first time

sex with Timmy (masterlist)

meeting Timmy in New York

Timmy with kids/ pregnancy

telling your daughter that you’re having another baby

Timmy talking about your baby boy

being pregnant with Timmy (masterlist)

you and Timmy’s daughter playing princess

Timmy showing you guys’ baby boy snow

Timmy taking you guys’ baby boy to the beach

AUs

I, Tonya (3 parts)

from dusk till dawn

vampire Timmy, part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

based on songs

tied down- james young

broken- lovelytheband

homesick- dua lipa

wolves- selena gomez

colors- halsey 

[clementinecyrilla]

“Hey, there sweetie. I love your imagines, congrats on the writing. Could you maybe do one where Timmy and the girl have recently broken up by her choice and they meet again at a gala where she is dancing with Sebastian Stan (hottie)? I live for angsty jealous Timothée. Thanks.”

I thought just seeing him here was bad enough, I thought having to see how god- fucking good he looked with his new haircut was too much, and then, I thought having to watch his glossy eyed, yet still devilish grin gawking over at me.

I’d spent so long having fun getting my dress ready, my makeup, my hair, making sure that everything about the way I looked tonight was absolutely flawless, yet my mind froze on the spot the second his beautiful, green eyes landed on me, I nearly choked on my words, mid interview. The way he slithered his gorgeous, taunting body across the room, his gaze never tearing off of me. He knew what he did to me- what he does to me.

It’s been well over a month since we’ve split, at my request, after weeks and weeks of arguing and being up the wall with eachother. But I could never resist him, and I’ll never deny that. Not to myself, at least, but with him, I’m frantically trying to maintain an expression of distaste.

I became distracted again, talking with some friends of mine from the rest of the marvel cast. I was deep in a conversation with Sebastian and Tom, laughing wildly at whatever Tom was rattling, when I felt a hand on my bare, lower back. I’d recognize the electricity from anywhere in the world, as I quickly felt a pair of lips hovering around my ear.

“Hey there, Y/N.” He mused at me.

I could feel his growing smirk against my skin, as I nearly jumped at his touch.

I shut my eyes, and took a deep, hard gulp at him.

I raised my eyebrows, before muttering

“Timmy.”

I know he hates it when I call him that, how he prefers his full name now instead, and I could feel his jaw clench against the side of my face, as he slipped even closer to me, and whispered to me

“You look phenomenal tonight.”

His hand slipped down, nearly reaching the bare skin on my hip, as he uttered out

“You look very sexy in this.” He grinned at me, as I tore myself away from him. The alcohol stirring around in my bloodstream was starting to hit me, and I knew that if he said one more word to me, my self control would be out the window. Across the street. Gone. Gone and not coming back.

I could hear Timmy chuckling at me as I slipped right past him, heading back to the bar.

“Hey, are you okay, Y/N?” Sebastian asked me, his hand landing on my bicep as I spun around to meet him.

I spun into his arms, and he caught me between his giant, muscly arm and his chest.

I took another big gulp, before licking my lips at him, and telling him

“I’m much better now..”

He got flustered as my nails ran up his arm, as I got an idea, in my petty, vengeful brain. And with my favorite song blasting around us, I couldn’t resist.

“I love this song!” I gushed to him.

“Sebby, lets go dance-“ I giggled at him, as his hand slid down and landed on my waist while I led us to the dance floor.

The cape cods i downed earlier were hitting in full force now, and I was ready to have Timothée crawling in his skin.

Immediately, I turned my back to Sebastian, as both of his hands sat against the curve of my waist. I shook my hips against him, snapping them left and right with the beat of the song, as he slowly, teasingly, pulled me closer, and closer.

I could see Timmy out of the corner of my eye, standing and talking with Tom, his eyes stuck in a furious glare on me. His stare was burning into my skin, but I didn’t care. I hope he’s fucking angry right now.

Sebastian’s hands started to get antsy, slipping further and further down, past my hips..

Then past my stomach..

Almost down to my-

Shit- he spun me around to face him, his hands finding my ass, as I could see his uncontrollable grin across his lips. My hands landed on his chest, as he kept me close against him. His lips coming down to sit against my shoulder, as his tongue fell out past his lips, as he started to leave a hot trail against my neck.

God, this was a great idea. I don’t even remember why I’m doing this, but I’m so glad I did.

I peered back over to Timmy, who was now trying to hide his stare at me. Toms back was to us, while Timmy was facing directly at us. He looked right back at Tom the second I looked over at him.

His cheeks were red, his eyes still narrowed, as his hair stuck to his forehead with his one, dangly little curl above his eyebrows.

“You like this, princess?” Sebastian rasped, through his barely slurred voice.

And, I was right, there goes my self control.

“I love this, Seb.” I mused back at him.

I took his hand, ready to take him somewhere without Timmy, without anybody, ready to take my mind off of it, as I rushed us away, walking directly in front of him and Tom, as I watched a very upset Timothée quickly mouth a silent

“Fuck you” to me.

@lerougeame