#timothee chalamet x gender neutral reader

[louis-the-french-one]

Hey ! I hope you are okay :)

Can I request a fic with Timothée Chalamet with a GN!reader when they are at the Wonka or Dune premiere and they got a matching outfit or something small that matches (I just love matching details) and maybe fans saw it and the internet went "wild"! And it's just fluff and cute :)

Don't pressure yourself if you don't want to do it ! Like always I love your fics <3

See you later my friend!

Timothée Chalamet x GN!reader

Type: fluff

Relationship: dating

Summary: Reader and Timothée have been dating for a few months and they finally make it official on the Dune premiere red carpet

Warnings: mention of stress and slight anxiety

Use of Y/N

1.240 words

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Timothée’s alarm rang loudly, echoing in the bedroom. The young man sat up and checked his phone, it was 7am on Thursday February 15th, the day of the Dune part 2 premiere. His heart pace quickened in his chest, anxiety creeping in. His breaths were short and harsh when a light in the room was turned on. Turning his head in the direction of the shuffling Timothée was met with a kiss gently being placed on his cheek, he calmed down instantly, smiling as he reached out to caress the person’s face. After a moment, he turned his whole body towards them, staring into the eyes of his lover. The quiet of the morning accentuated the comforting aura of his partner and the young man felt his body relax. Except for his heart, which pace had gone up again, but it was not because of stress any more, his heart was being hit by waves of deep feelings, of love. His partner took both of his hands in theirs, playing with them gently. They must have felt Timothée’s anxiety and were making sure he was okay, waiting for him to say the first words. But neither of them wanted to break their sweet sleepy silence.

To both of their disappointment, the silence was broken by the sound of the electric blinds opening. However the atmosphere stayed comfortable as they laughed, protecting their eyes from the sunlight.

“Hey love.” Timothée said while placing kiss on his lover’s lips.

“Hey.” Y/N answered in their sleepy voice.

“Did you sleep well?” The young man asked.

“I always sleep well when I sleep with you.” They laughed. “Did you?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, “Are you ready for today?”

“I think so… But are you? You seemed really stressed.” Y/N squeezed their boyfriend’s hand.

“Y-Yeah, I was… I am. I really want it to go well. Everyone worked very hard on the movie and tonight we’re finally presenting it to people. But I’m also, we, are also presenting our relationship to the public. And don’t get me wrong I am so ready for that, it’s just, stressful.” He explained.

“I know darling, I’m sure it’ll be okay, everyone’s gonna love your movie. And as for us, you know if you wanted to wait a little longer…” Y/N started.

“No, no, no. We’re gonna go. I want to do this with you. Wearing our awesome matching outfits to show everyone how iconic we are.” Timothée said with a certain pride that made his partner laugh.

After a bit more of talking, the love birds shared a breakfast in the hotel they were currently staying at for the premiere. A great number of staff joined them in their room when Timothée let know that they were ready to start the day. They went through all the safety protocols again, kept repeating the exact time when everyone needed to be where they needed to be, Timothée’s publicist and manager ran by him what he could and could not say in interviews before finally the stylists arrived.

Then Timothée and Y/N were staring at the beautiful clothes had been brought to them, they had loved the pitch but finally seeing it, it seemed even better. Both outfits though Y/N’s was less eye-popping, consisted of a black top and shiny gold bottom; as per accessories, Timothée had a beautiful Cartier necklace that was matching a bracelet that his lover was to wear.

The pair wanted it to be no doubt that they were in fact dating, and they had had fun pitching to the stylist matching details ideas for all the outfits they were to have during the press tour. They were having even more fun now actually putting on the first of the long list of outfits to come. Timothée couldn’t stop complimenting Y/N every time he laid eyes on them, which never failed to make them blush. When they were done getting ready, with clothes on, hair and make-up done, they went to sit down on the bed, and stared at each other, just like they were that morning. Timothée went to kiss his partner, which Y/N happily accepted and they kissed him back. Soon enough somebody came and told them the car was ready and they were to leave in 5 mins.

The car ride was short, Timothée and Y/N just enough time to discuss the pose they were to take for the pictures before they arrived. The young man got out first, then holding out his hand to help his lover out of the car. Hand in hand, the two of them made their way to the red carpet. Journalists all around the place were screaming to get their attention and get the perfect picture of the couple. It was all a bit overwhelming and Y/N was thankful for the comforting hold their boyfriend had on their hips. A few minutes later the awaited moment was over and Y/N was led inside the theatre as Timothée stayed for alone and cast pictures and interviews.

When was time for the screening, the cast entered the theatre. Timothée’s gaze fell into Y/N quickly, he couldn’t wait for them to see the movie.

The movie was amazing, everyone loved it though if asked Y/N would say they loved it the most. They were so proud of Timothée and hugged him tightly when the credits rolled. After a few last words from Denis, people started leaving. Timothée and Y/N quietly rejoined the car and talked about the movie all the way back to their room. They kept talking about it as they got undressed, showered and got ready to finally sleep. Once laid in bed, Y/N pulled out his phone and checked his Instagram. Their whole feed was pictures of the premieres, and mostly pictures of them and Timothée.

“Timothée Chalamet debuts relationship on Dune 2 red carpet.” The young person read aloud for their boyfriend to hear.

“Oh right, the articles and pictures are out now, how do we look?” Asked Timothée as he got into bed.

Y/N gave their phone to him.

“Damn we look amazing baby!” He said planting a kiss to their forehead.

“Yeah, especially you, you looked so hot like that, it was simple but effective.” They laughed.

Timothée’s curiosity took the better of him and he found himself looking at the comments. To his relief, he was met with thousands of nice comments hyping up their relationship.

“LilTimmyTim98 says ‘OMGGGG THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHERRR’, well I agree, we looked adorable.” He hands the phone back to Y/N.

“Well Chamalamabingbong said ‘Imagine rizzing Timothée Chalamet, they’re so lucky’ and I agree with that.” They laugh.

Y/N continues reading the comments, occasionally showing some to Timothée. The fans seemed to had reacted well to them dating. Most of them wishing the couple the best. Y/N had never been tagged so much on socials, everyone was talking about them and Timothée, they had even seem passionate fans already calling them the best famous couple of this era. They were very thankful for these comments, as they made the negative ones seem ridiculous. They and Timothée were in love, and now the world knew and everything was going well.

“I love you.” Y/N suddenly said.

“I love you too.” Timothée answered softly before kissing his lover. “Now let’s go to sleep.” He grabbed Y/N’s phone and turned it off. The couple then soon fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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[thatoneoverlyhornybitch]

Dating Regulus Black

Short and crappy but ay

okok so first how you met

Ofc it was at the library

He was in the corner reading something on potions

And you decided to sit by him with with your romance novel

Obviously you knew who he was

Sirius Black had been an asshole about his younger brother for years

“Hes bad news”

You never listened though

You’d always found the mysterious boy beautiful

Always found his messy dark hair pretty

He was a pretty boy

No denying that

Unless you’re sirius black who finds everything about his younger brother revolting

Once you sat down his eyes flicked to you

And he narrowed his eyes

You probably asking him about what he was reading

he was reserved for a while

only saying one or two words at a time

until you brought up something he happened to be passionate about

he spoke excitedly and went on a mini ramble about it

you smiled at him and listened intently

then you started visiting him at the library everyday

and before you knew it you’d been hanging out with him at the library for 6 months

you were head over heels for the boy

but you didn’t want to ruin your cute library friendship with him

one day when you go to you guys usual spot

sirius black is there

arguing with Regulus about something

you hid and listened in

nosey mf

“why are you hanging out with them so much, are you trying to convert them to your disgusting cause?”

Regulus slammed his fists on the table and screamed back at his brother

sirius said something like “you arent capable of love” and left

probably something like “I love them!” or “I’m in love with them”

it got quiet after that

you walked over to regulus quickly

he looked alarmed and started to say something

but you just pressed a soft kiss to his cheek

his eyes were comically large

and his mouth gaped like a fish for a bit

then he blushed super red

but he kissed you back

but on the lips

after this he was more open about his affections for you

but he still felt nervous

so it took a few more weeks to make it official

but when it was made official he was the sweetest

he’d buy you cute muggle romance novels

you’d both sneak out to the lake at night 

when you did you’d cuddle and have deep conversations

he wasn’t much for pda but he’d still give soft little neck kisses

and he’d squeeze your hand three time

which was another way of saying I love you

hes an adorable human being

[violetrainbow412-blog]

hii, I wish to request a Willy Wonka x reader 😭🙏 where reader doesn’t like chocolate at all because it’s too cloying, so Wonka tries to make the right candy (or chocolate) to give it to the reader at Christmas Eve (he wanted to gave reader a small gift before Christmas day, like a form of confessing his feelings to the reader). And reader also prepares a small gift to Wonka bc they also want to confess their feelings to him

Reader can be gender neutral, or however you want

English isn’t my first language so sorry any grammar mistakes, also sorry if I didn’t explain myself well

have a good day and thanks for reading 😭🫶💐

The Bittersweet Gift of Love [W. W]

Willy Wonka x gn!reader

word count: 1.8k

note: don't worry! English is not my first language either. I have to admit that writing with neutral readers is always a challenge for me because I translate my texts directly, but I think this time it's a decent thing. I hope you like it!!

taglist: @dyieying @reallysparklychaos [Timothée masterlist]

What could a chocolatier give to a person who didn't like chocolate? That was the question Willy had been asking himself for the past few weeks.

You hadn't specifically said that you didn't like chocolate, rather it was a matter of not liking the excessively sweet or sticky taste that some had. That is, most of the chocolates he made.

“Maybe it's just that you haven't found the right flavor,” he had told you once, while the two of you were talking.

And he was quite convinced of that, even thinking that if he managed to make something special for you maybe he would earn some affection from you. It would be as if he gave you a certain part of himself, so that you could make it yours.

So it was that Wonka, after reflecting a lot, decided to try all kinds of combinations until he found one good enough to satisfy you. Christmas was approaching and he believed that the occasion would be perfect not only to give you the present, but also to take an important step for which he had not yet had the courage: he wanted to confess his feelings for you.

The man didn't know much about love, however, he knew that he liked you a lot and he wanted you to know it. It was just that he was pretty nervous about it and he hoped everything would turn out as perfect as possible, after all, you deserved it.

Christmas Eve came when he was least expecting it and then it was time to dress in shades of green and red to attend the party that the Smith family would throw, as a thank-you to everyone after Dorothy had heard what the entire group did for help Noodle when she needed it most.

Willy put a lot of effort into buying, with some of the few coins he had left, a cute outfit appropriate to the occasion that he combined with his characteristic coat. When he was in front of the library door he felt the little purple box in his hands extremely heavy and he thought it would be a better idea to put it in his pocket, or else you would realize ahead of time the surprise he had for you.

“Mr. Wonka,” Dorothy greeted, as she opened the door “Come in, come in. It's freezing outside”

“Good night, Mrs. Smith,” he murmured cordially, removing his hat and placing it on a rack in the entryway. Apparently he was the last to arrive, since everyone else was already talking happily in the room.

Of course his eyes went directly to you, who was wearing a green sweater that highlighted your beautiful skin tone and you already had a huge smile on your pink lips from the cold.

“It's good to see you, Mr. Wonka,” said Abacus, being the first to speak “Sit over here.”

He smiled internally at the good fortune that the place the man had left him was right next to you and when you gave him a look, he felt himself blush.

“Hi,” he murmured shyly.

"Hello! I'm so glad you could come."

“I would never miss it,” he responded smilingly. His knees collided with yours and suddenly your warmth seemed to invade him as well, perhaps because of the closeness, but also because of the overflowing love he felt for you “How are you?”

With this question you began a pleasant and private conversation, which developed between close whispers and giggles that made him increasingly nervous. The others didn't mind too much that you didn't participate in the general talks, as they knew that certain unresolved matters probably needed time.

You ate the delicious dinner that the family had prepared, you drank punch, you sang some Christmas carols and when the night had advanced enough you returned to your previous place, although now with fewer people around.

“This is so nice, I love Christmas. The atmosphere is always so homely and warm” you said, with your eyes resting on the simple tree that adorned the room.

It was almost midnight and the others were in the kitchen sorting through some of the cookies that Noodle had put there an hour ago, which only left you and the chocolatier in the living room.

“I guess I believe you, your eyes are literally shining now,” he said happily. He felt like sliding his hand into yours and this time, steeling himself, he didn't hold back. You flinched slightly when you felt that.

“What are you doing?”

“I have something for you,” he breathed, feeling strangely excited by what he was about to do “It's a gift.”

“Oh, Willy,” you responded, a bit incredulously, as you bent down to grab something from your bag on the floor. “I have something for you, too.”

He chuckled when he saw the box lined with bright red and a purple bow decorating it, since it was a pleasant coincidence that you had also prepared something for him.

“But don't tell anyone, because he didn't bring gifts for the others,” you added, quietly, and then he helped you up, still holding onto your hand.

"Come with me"

He led you to an empty room and he closed the door behind you, hoping he only needed enough minutes to not raise suspicions among the rest of the guests. You were nervously holding the gift, with both hands now that he had let go of you.

“Okay, listen. I wanted to do something special for you today,” he began to explain, as he pulled the box out of his pocket. “And I also added, uh… a note. You don't have to read it now or anything, but it says something in it that I want you to know."

“You're starting to scare me,” you stammered, obviously nervous. Willy was going to ask what you meant until he saw you take a small envelope out of your pocket, which you placed on the red paper. “Because I have the same thing for you.”

He stumbled a little at the second coincidence of the night and he wondered what your note could be about. He knew that he had written a little poem confessing how he felt about you, but... what if you were just wishing him a Merry Christmas? He was going to look like a complete fool.

“You can read mine in a more… private place if you feel comfortable. Maybe alone,” he suggested, though he knew it was more for his comfort than yours.

“Huh, how about we just open the gifts and leave the notes for later? I wouldn't want you to read mine now either” you murmured, just as shy as him.

Willy agreed and you extended your gift in his direction, hinting that he would be the first to open. He undid the bow, carefully, and then opened the box, revealing a beautiful scarf.

“Wow, I…”

"Do you like it? I made it myself”

“I don't believe you,” he said immediately, looking even more surprised. “It's beautiful, I really love it. Thank you so much"

He wasted no time and placed the garment around his neck. Curiously, it matched the rest of his outfit.

"It looks pretty"

“Mine is also a gift made by me. Feel free to tell me if you don’t like it, I… I’ll understand, okay?” you looked a little confused at that and then he took out the piece of chocolate, carefully placed inside the box “I know you don't like chocolate, but I don't think anyone should live without consuming such a great delicacy. So I made you this, because it doesn't have those things that you don't like. It's... different, but I hope you like it”

With some shyness he offered you the sweet and you put it in your mouth, under his watchful eye during the process. You tasted what he had offered you: it was a little bitter, but not in that way that makes your head hurt or leaves a bad taste on your palate, but with just the right touch. It was firm and didn't melt in your mouth, but decent enough to chew on. And finally, it had a touch of something indecipherable to you, but that gave it a certain exotic flavor that was pleasant to your senses.

He, without knowing everything you were experiencing, kept looking at you because he wanted to analyze your reaction to know what you really thought, and luckily your reaction showed agreement with what your chocolate lips said:

“It is the best chocolate I have ever tasted”

Willy felt that like the greatest compliment in the world and he couldn't help a smile crossing his face, satisfied with himself for having achieved his goal, but above all for seeing the happy expression on your face.

“You will never have to eat chocolates you don't like again, I have a jar full of these just for you. They will even bear your name."

It was inevitable not to take a step towards him to hug him and the boy, although at first he seemed surprised, soon responded to you.

“No one had ever done anything like this for me. I appreciate it a lot"

“Well, it's my Christmas gift. I wanted it to be something special,” he confessed, feeling his heart beating in time with yours “Merry Christmas, Y/N”

“Merry Christmas, Willy,” you said. The note in his hand felt extremely heavy and he was eager to read it, but he knew he would have to wait a while.

Suddenly you heard Noodle calling your names and you got out of there before anyone else noticed your absence, which worked because the girl was walking around the hallway when you were closing the door.

“It's going to be midnight, come here,” she said and you obeyed.

Dorothy revealed that she had a small present for each person and you began to look under the tree, eager to find out what would be in those little boxes. It wasn't something very ostentatious, but you were grateful anyway.

So, when no one was looking, you ran to the bathroom to finally read whatever he had written to you, hoping it wasn't as embarrassing as the confession you had made. You were stunned to learn the content and for a moment you feared you were dreaming, but you weren't.

When you left you knew well what your intentions were and your heart stopped for a moment when you noticed that Willy was nowhere to be seen, until Lottie told you that she had seen him heading to the kitchen. You rushed over and when you opened the door you noticed that he was about to do the same, with a bright expression on his face.

A second later he had already pulled you inside and without saying another word, he kissed you.

[roxygen22]

Wish

This is my first one-shot featuring an actor rather than one of their characters. Timothée reminds me a lot of my first love and high-school sweetheart. We grew apart later in life, but I still look back fondly at moments we had like this.

Summary: You are heading off to college across the country. Your boyfriend, Timothée, surprises you with a sweet gesture on your last night together.

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"Come on," Timothée whisper-yelled as he looked down at you from his perch on your shared apartment building's fire escape.

You peered up at him nervously. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see if you ever get up here," he playfully mocked and then disappeared over the roof ledge.

Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down, you chanted to yourself as you pulled yourself up the ladder one rung at a time. "Doesn't he know I'm scared of heights?" you grumbled.

Your irritation melted when you finally made it to the top. Timothée stood by a telescope and a palette of blankets and pillows.

"I want to look at the stars with you," he said sheepishly as he gestured to the setup.

Your heart melted. You had no clue when he could have snuck away to set this up. The two of you had spent nearly every moment of the day together, trying to make the most of the remaining hours. The next day, you and your parents would be driving across the country to move you into your dorm room.

Timothée had the telescope trained on the moon. You both took turns looking through the apparatus, then laid down on the blankets with your pinkies linked to stare up at the sky. You looked over to take in his profile, the sharp angles of his jaw and nose, his curly head of hair.

"Thank you for this."

He squeezed your hand. "I find comfort in the fact that we will still be able to look up at the same moon, at the same stars, even though we're thousands of miles apart. When you look up, know that I am thinking about you." He rolled to his side to face you. "That I love you."

Your breath hitched, "You do?"

"At the risk of sounding super corny, to the moon and back," he replied with a big grin.

"I love you, too, Timmy." Your trembling lips met his as you tried to stifle your tears. "I'm going to miss you so much." Your voice broke and betrayed you.

He reached over and held your cheek. "Hey, shh, none of that. There will be plenty of time for tears tomorrow."

You saw his eyes move to something above you. He leaned up on his elbow and pointed to the sky. "Oh, look! Look! It's a shooting star!"

You sat up to look where he was pointing. "Timmy, that's just an airplane."

"I know, but we can pretend. Annnnnnd it distracted you from crying." He winked. "Make a wish."

You closed your eyes and smiled, complying with his silly instructions. You felt him staring at you.

"What did you wish for?" he asked softly.

"Well, if I tell you, it won't come true," you pushed playfully at his shoulder. His small smirk fell from his face as quickly as it began. He gently lowered himself back down to the blanket once more.

"I'll tell you mine because I don't want it to come true."

You gave him a puzzled look.

He looked up into your eyes and took your hand in his. "I wished you could stay. I'm saying it out loud because it would be selfish of me to genuinely want it to come true. You got a full ride to the school of your dreams! This is an amazing opportunity for you, and I'll be damned if I'll be the one to hold you back."

"Oh, Timmy." You laid down and snuggled into his side. The two of you stayed like that for hours in relative silence before he walked you back to your family's apartment.

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Timothée helped you and your parents load up the last of your belongings the next morning. He shook your dad's hand and gave your mom a hug before they stepped up into the truck, leaving the two of you alone for one last lingering moment.

He pulled a small, flat box from his pocket. "Open this on the way," he said as he handed it to you.

You looked down at the box and ran your thumb over the ribbon. Fat tears fell from your eyes as you looked up into his. Timothée pulled you into a hug, and you sobbed against his chest. You felt him plant a kiss against your hair.

"I am going to miss you so much, [Y/N]. But that has nothing on just how proud I am of you for pursuing your dreams. You are going to do amazing things." His voice cracked at the end.

"I love you, Timmy."

"I love you more."

He lifted your chin and drew you into one last kiss. Your tears mixed as your lips moved together. You pushed yourself away and wiped your face before hurriedly climbing into the back seat of the truck. You knew if you made eye contact that you might not have the strength to leave.

Timothée shut the door behind you. Now that you were buckled in and committed to the journey, you risked looking up at him. He looked as pitiful as you felt. His greenish blue eyes were red and puffy. His hands were stuffed in his pockets like he wasn't quite sure what to do next. As the truck moved forward, he loosened one to wave. You placed your hand on the window, wishing you could touch his one more time. You stared and waved until he was out of sight.

Your attention then fell to the gift in your lap. You gently tugged at the bow and opened the box to find a bracelet with delicate moon and star charms. Underneath, there was a small, handwritten note:

Don't forget to look up.

Love, T

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Masterlist

[voguescapes]

timothee cheating on reader and she basically goes crazy? if you want to you can make it a song fic with the song we belong together by ritchie valens? take your time and i love your writing so much ❤️

traitor | t. chalamet

pairings. timothée chalamet x reader (no gender mentioned)

about. timothée cheats on (y/n), leading to unexpected consequences.

warnings. reader is kind of crazy, character death, mentions of cheating, not my gif, unedited work, let me know if i missed something.

note: i’m sorry that my writings have been short but i’m going to start making longer ones soon! also, thanks for 55 followers! i’ll make a celebration at 60!! i’m sorry for the ending it went with the song 😢 this is supposed to be angsty but it’s actually funny so sorry about that

he cheated. if i can't have him, no one can. he didn't know that i caught him yet. he thought that he was going to get away with it. after timothée fell asleep, i went over the plan.

i got dressed, and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. i grabbed a rohypnol that was in the bottom drawer of my nightstand and slipped into his water.

i shake timothée awake and tell him to drink the water.

you're mine, your lips belong to me yes, they belong to only me for eternity

"why?" he said yawning. "your voice sounded a bit sore this morning." i said smiling at him. he looked up at me and smiled a little. those brown eyes, i was going to miss looking at them when i woke up. those perfectly plump lips, i was going to miss kissing them. and those curls that always would fall to his face, i was going to miss tangling my hands in them. most of all, i was going to miss him, but cheaters get what they deserve.

after about 5 minutes of talking, he slowly falls unconscious. the hardest thing was dragging him to the car. once i finally managed to get him to the car, i put him in the backseat of the car and tie his arms and legs up with ropes and put a gag in his mouth. i start driving to a remote location and when i got there, i parked on the side walk.

you're my, my baby and you'll always be i swear by everything i own you'll always, always be mine

i drag him by his arms inside of a gate leading to an abandoned cabin. i drag his body into the empty cabin and tie him up into the wooden chair that's sitting directly in the middle of the cabin.

i make myself comfortable for the next twenty minutes or so until i finally see him wake up. "ugh, finally you're awake, you hobo!" i say as i position myself up straight. i walk up to him and take the gag out of his mouth.

"(y/n), where are we? what are you doing? hobo?" timothèe asked with the most confused look on his face.

"you cheated on me!" i walked over to him and sat on his lap looking at him directly in his eyes. he was starting to cry.

“wait, let’s talk about this!” he pleaded.

i only smiled at his request. “there’s not enough time to talk, timmy.”

i kissed him and stood up. he sat there; head down and crying. i lit a cigarette and grabbed the tank filled with gasoline, pouring it around the shed. “i love you, timmy.” i whispered for the last time ever.

you're mine and we belong together yes, we belong together for eternity

i step out of the cabin and flick the still-lit cigarette onto the cabin floor. "i love you timmy, you’ll always be mine, and only mine. for eternity." i say as i walk away hearing his screams.

it was 7 in the morning when i heard a knock on the door. i immediately knew who it was. i got up and was ready to get away with murder. i walked downstairs and opened the door seeing a police officer at the front door.

"did you find him yet?" i questioned, sounding worried. i told the cops i haven't seen him in two days and they've been searching for him ever since.

"can i come in?" he asked. i opened the door more wider to let him in. i directed him to the living room to have a seat.

"we… we found his remains in an isolated location, about 50 miles away from here.." i put my hand on my chest and started crying; staying in character.

traitor.

[the-ravenist]

I feel like if you're going to write a winter holiday fic with a real person, like a celebrity. And you know that they don't celebrate Christmas and they celebrate something else, like Hannakuah or Kwanzaa. Write your winter holiday fics using THE HOLIDAY THAT THEY CELEBRATE! Don't make Christmas fics for people or characters that don't celebrate the holiday, if you don't know much about the holiday, do research! it shows that you care and it makes the readers that don't celebrate Christmas, and/or celebrate the same holiday as that character/person feel included.

[controld3vil]

sand walking?

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!!)

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: how to seduce someone walking on sand.

notes: there hasn't been confirmed for dune 3 yet but denise villeneuve has said he's writing for it to happen. ill patiently wait for the day it's confirmed :) ALSO there are fictional/made-up mentions of the novel for the sake of the reader. they're made to be gender-neutral!! and this includes platonic flirting between cast members. i MAY have gotten carried lmaoo

“I mean- what do you think of the character? Do you think they deserved more screen time?” The clip starts off with you comfortably conversing with the interviewer. To say you weren’t deflecting their curiosity. In actuality, you were eager to learn what others thought about your performance and take on the character. The only other interpretation had on-screen was from the classic 1984 film by David Lynch.

The clip that has been widely retweeted back is of a cute moment you had from the first film of Dune (2021). Before release, little was known about your character’s potential. Apart from the enthusiastic book lovers, film viewers were clueless about what role your character would play after the first movie.

Denise Villeneuve didn’t reveal much to you in person. He wanted to keep ideas confidential until he was 100% on board making the project come to life. Still, rumors sparked through speculation and interviews with the cast members of Dune. Including an infamous short, that you forgot about, of yourself boasting about your hopes and wishes for your character.

“Yes! How could we not!” On the opposite side, the interviewer exclaimed as they leaned forward from their chair, closing into your proximity. Their hands clenched, tightening their grip on the flash card, full of questions. “The movie left us on such a cliffhanger. I think everyone would want to know what happened to Nerre,”

“That’s for Denise to decide,” Nodding you gave a relaxed smile while lifting one leg over the other. Your shoulders relaxed, feeling content and ecstatic about their response. “I can’t confirm anything until he gives me the green light to say anything,”

“I’ve also talked to Timothée this morning,” A shift in gears as the journalist flipped over another flashcard. You two had just fussed about the finale and its dramatic cliffhanger. “And all he had to say were the sweetest things about you,” At the mention of your costar compliments, you felt your skin heat up. Your eyes soften, expressing only fondness for the lovely message. A soft awh escaped your breath. “He’s very sweet. Timothee's always been fun to be around.” A fervent chuckle from the interviewer sends them into a feverish excitement. “And- he said- you had great flirting skills!” It was then your face morphed into complete shock and giddiness . “Really?!” The camera pans up on your initial reaction, eyes popping out in surprise and a bubbling laugh slowly erupting. “I’m glad someone appreciates my talents!”

Without context, the short clip seemed harmless. Your sheer reaction to Timothee's comment emphasized the fun chemistry the two of you had on set. Mirroring much of Paul and Nerre's friendship, you both complimented each other well in the first film, being the youngest surrounded by well-renowned actors. But the reason for the recent spike of interest was partially from Dune: Part Two and their interviews.

Fast forward to the debut of Dune: Part Two, it made success at the box office. Even surpassing the first film altogether. The entire cast of Dune was proud of the work they've made. The introduction of new characters played by wonderful actors and actresses all around.

Weeks after the early IMAX screenings, press interviews were being published amongst of the young cast members. A particular interview by IGV Presents brings together Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Florence Pugh, Austin Butler, and yourself.

This would be considered to be one of your first interviews with the Dune cast after the box office release. You felt nervous yet overjoyed at the same time to be meeting your co-actors again after the conclusion of filming had taken place.

The spokesperson of IGV, Simon Harkness starts off the interview strong with a pleasant greeting. "Congratulations on an incredible movie. Uhm it is the definition of a sci-fi blockbuster and is absolutely phenomenal, so huge congratulations to you all!"

"Thank you!" The five of you all politely cherish his kind words.

"It's so lovely to talk to you. Um- Timothee, Zendaya, I'm going to start with you. This is probably the hardest question I've ever asked in an interview so you've been warned." An endearing giggle can be seen from Zendaya before allowing him to continue. "Sand walking, who does it better?"

Timothee immediately lifts up his microphone. "I'm going to give it to Zendaya here." Without glancing at her, you could tell Zendaya was happily smiling at his compliments. How quick he was to answer made it seem how well connected the cast was even given the amount of time spent together. The main lead continues very swiftly, diving more into how cinematic the shot was from an outside perspective, "I think it's the most- one of the most cinematic shots in the movie and she really has it very precisely down but it's the nature of the movie too that she's supposed to be better than Paul,"

"Is that what it is?" In return, Zendaya who sat next to him gave him a teasing look.

Quietly from afar where you sat, next to Austin Butler, you whispered. "He acted like he couldn't do it but," Soft snickering can be heard across the room.

"In fairness to me, I was going 65%- 65 to 70 too hard," Chalamet reasons justly as he glances in your direction before looking back to the interviewer.

"You dumbed it down," Harkness nods in a high-spirited manner. Right after, Timothee reluctantly agrees, keeping the mood light-hearted.

"I had to!"

"Just how committed you are!" Austin steps in, joining in on the joke.

"Zendaya, you can take that crown. I love that," The brown-haired man reassures as she recuperates with appreciative laughter. In truth, it was a beautiful scene between Paul and Chani you were lucky enough to witness behind the camera. And contrary to their light banter, you thought both actors did well at accomplishing what it was meant sand walk. Truthfully you had no scenes beyond walking through the desert but understanding the mechanics and traditions of the Fremen was as fascinating as it was watching it up close.

Suddenly it was Florence's turn to speak, "Zendaya taught me the other day and I had to just stop to stare at her feet."

"The swoopy swoop?" You asked in a cutesy tone, with furrowed eyebrows. You couldn't help but remember the few instances you witnessed your costars practice the sand walk to be one of the more adorable rehearsals you've seen on the sand.

"Yeah, her feet were so pretty! She was doing the swoopy swoops," The blonde acknowledges, waving her hands in a zig-zag pattern. As the replication of water and how her feet moved.

The interviewer's eyes light up, "Honestly I tried to swoopy swoop at home- um because we have a carpet in the bedroom."

"How did it go?" The mixed actress puts forward.

"Awful!" An assembly of bewilderment is seen between Zendaya and Florence as they quickly question why. However, they reassure him in the end that they would practice together in hopes of him archiving the sand walk.

Talks with simple questions went down the row. Florence discusses her experience from her beginnings, starring in Little Women, comparing those scenes in terms of royalty to Dune. In both films, she's worked with well-known actors and now Christopher Walken as the emperor and her father. She raves about how it was a dream come true. A dream she had when she was little. From this experience, Florence emphasizes the concept of learning and observing her fellow actors.

Another intriguing topic follows Austin for his experience between learning choreography fighting and Elvis's iconic rubber legs. In a sense, as you leaned forward on one of your seats, you became fascinated by the Elvis actor's comparison of it all. While Elvis's moves were televised and had to be precise for the camera, being a Harkonnens gave him more leverage in the freedom to move. It was a captivating question that you couldn't help but want to listen to more.

Comparisons aside, you didn't have much to note for your upcoming question. Which is exactly why you felt unprepared for what he was going to ask.

Harkness brings up your name for the finale. "You have done stunt work before. For the first and now second film, I've heard you compared it to rather- dancing. Is that what you think your relationship with the choreography has been?"

You gave a content hum, "You see it with the Fremen or Harkonnens right? Everyone moves so differently and for the course for me, I've had to adjust my choreo little by little. And I think that analogy you mentioned really does relate back to dancing. I don't know if it's because I was once a dancer or that I'm a visual learner," You shrug your shoulders, "But I see the choreography as a dance routine. You're moving alongside people, doing hits and jabs. Both are very hands-on so I would like to approach it as something I can always work on." Satisfied with your answer, you clapped your hands together.

"Kind of like sand walking no?" It was then that Zendaya swerved counterclockwise to face you.

Bringing back the conversation they had in the beginning about sand walking, your eyes instantly brighten. "Exactly like that!"

"I feel like you would be great at sand walking," Florence puffs, mindlessly shaking her microphone back and forth. "You- You already got the moves." Even Timothee came into agreement, humming and commenting you worked well with the choreography.

Austin Butler raises his microphone. "I think you gotta learn with me because I don't think I could,"

"Nonsense!" You give him a silly glare. "If you can do a killer rubber leg, I think you can sand walk." Florence and Zendaya both mumble their support and your male costar leans to have his arm around the back of your chair, warmly.

"Is that an open invitation I see?" The spokesperson, Harkness giggly pokes at than the rest of the cast turns to look at you. Your scowl morphs into an innocent one.

"Hm?" As you squint your eyes in hesitation.

"I feel like you could have the potential to sand walk but just with the right partner," Timothee chimes in, spreading his arms over his chair as well. Your brows furrowed accusingly, as if wanting to clarify what he meant by his comment.

And the French actor gives you a look, one you became so sure of. "Mm right!" A slight eruption of laughs before you straightened your back with proper posture. "With just the right partner,"

There were also hints mentioned in your interview with Timothee surprisingly not. This was one of the more recent ones to be published, as you finally were able to pair up with your favorite co-star (besides Brolin) from the first film. The two of you had strong chemistry despite having less screen time together in the second film.

The beginning of the video cuts to a clip of you answering an innocent question. "What I think about every day, is Timothee going to send to me a meme today? Uh, I hope so!" You give a sarcastic look to your seat partner as he latently laughs in front of you. "Or when is he going to text me you know?"

It then transitions to an interviewer from Heart commercial radio as he shouts out your names. "How are you both?"

"I'm doing good!"

"Going great!"

The radio show was more relaxed than you would've expected as the spokesperson was very down to the earth with his conversation starters and contagious warmth. Timothee was able to catch up with him from his last interview when he premiered his Wonka film. Eventually, the interview became more casual discussing working together, cooking, and trendy topics.

Timothee and you both went back and forth on favorite memories you had of the first film. And talking about the new cast members and new elements it had brought to the table for the film itself.

"Cool new characters this time," As you played around with the fuzzy microphone the camera crew gave to you.

"Yup lots of new people to meet," Timothee adds on, nodding.

The interviewer proceeds with the question, "And also you have seen- there's a clip about of you running around actually." He signals to you, "Of your reaction to something Timothee said about your performance in the first film,"

"Oh! I've seen it," Almost instinctively, your co-star raises his hand. "I was supposed to send it to you but I forgot." As he turns, to finds you looking lost at the topic at hand.

"Really what was it?" You almost looked concerned, seeing how you didn't understand what they meant.

Luckily for you, the Heart radio spokesperson managed to get a hold of the video from his phone, "It was a little callback of Timothee raving about your flirting skills."

As it plays, the camera zooms in on you and your co-actors reaction. The French actor couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed but smitten when the timing of your reaction came on screen. While you held an intrigued stance, arms crossed and a content grin.

"I am pretty good at flirting,"

"You really are, huh." At the same time, you both turn to make eye contact.

"I also heard Tim- that you thought that they would be your love interest initially?" At the radio speaker's inquiry, you couldn't help but in mid-sentence, finally, swerve your head suddenly.

"Yeah well, fun fact actually," The male actor tries to reason, sitting up. "In the novels, Paul and Nerre almost did become a couple!"

It was a well-known fact of that in the first novel, there had been slight changes to the story. Initially, it was said that the author, Frank Herbert had planned for Paul and Nerre, the character you played to have a romantic connection after the fall of House Atreides. Nevertheless, it was later scrapped for another plot, that of instead having Chani as the love interest. But even decades later after the novel’s release, it was something fans still fuss about.

"Oh, I heard about that!" Almost in awe, you nodded, your attention fully on Chalamet, wondering how far he was willing to go beyond spoilers.

"Do you think Nerre would ever meet someone then?" The afro man questions, adjusting his microphone. "Since- Paul has Chani, I feel like if we ever get a potential third film, that could open some doors!"

"If a third film could happen," You start, fiddling with the lining of the mic cover, "I hope so! I mean I got the moves, I got the skills!"

"Keep practicing your sand walk and we'll see," Timothee cutely chimes as you proceed to blow a raspberry at him. Only for him to lightly swat you away.

Despite your failures to have scenes of sand walking, your cast of a crew were more than happy to show you. Javier Bardem and Jessica Ferguson were quite supportive in your interest for something you did not have any part-time. A few behind the scene videos show the actor demonstrating from afar the slower version of the walk.

Though your back was facing the camera, viewers would pick up and recognize it to be you. Jessica as well was off to the side, in her luminescent costume of a million robes, clapping from side to side.

Another later pans to you taking long strides across the sand in the background. In front of the camera are Josh Brolin and Javier having their turn in the video, to discuss their relationship and the previous they have worked on together. However, viewers couldn't help but pinpoint your figure alongside the frame trying to master the patterns of what Javier taught you from the previous clip.

[espercognitive]

She was a Seamstress, He was an actor.

Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader Pt1

This is my first fic on here! I've been like hiding in the shadows but i have to force myself to write! so I'm just experimenting with fic writing. This is probably gonna be a series about theater! your character is theater technician so all the cool behind the scenes stuff is there. You work in costume and you are assigned to Timothée's character! The reader is fem presenting and has female pronouns! I'm going to include gender neutral readers in the future!(also should I put Timothee or Timothée?)

TW: Swearing, Mild mention nudity, Some sexual tension.

Word count: 1.18k

Show season had finally begun for your theater. After training in high school, you got picked to be a seamstress for a well known theater in New York. Your work was paying off and you could finally see your work being used to its full potential. Going from small local high school productions, you had now gotten the opportunity to work with real actors and actresses. People who you were going to help bring a character to life. Especially for the show 'Anything Goes'

But what you hadn't expected was being assigned to Timothée Chalamet.

Unfortunately, you knew who he was. He had been an actor when you were in high school, but even with the familiarity, you still couldn't help but be a bit frustrated. This wasn't the first time you had to work with him, it'd actually be the second time. The first time made you swear you'd never work with him again. Sophomore year had been going smoothly, that was until your theater department had decided to do Sweet Charity. After working with him that show, hearing the name Oscar Lindquist made you shudder. He had been a senior, and he had been popular in the theater department since his freshman year. You were excited to dress a popular actor, but it was the complete opposite of what you had imagined. Instead of a wonderful maybe even flirtatious encounter

Until you got the character assignments, and you see his name right next to yours.

'Oh fuck' you thought to yourself. You sighed as you walked into the costume shop. You had hope that he had grown out of his annoying behavior, but when he walked in to get measurements done, you figured that probably wasn't the case. He strutted into the costume shop, dopey smile on his face, and that same white boy swag he had in his senior year. You felt sophomore you cringe as he walked over to you.

"Y/N right?" he questioned.

"Yes." you mumbled.

You picked up the measuring tape and started to take his measurements. Typically this wouldn't be such a big deal, that was until you had to measure his waist and crotch area. Now back in high school, this wasn't such a big deal. They had the male costumers take those measurements for the actors and female costumers for the actresses. But this wasn't high school anymore, and you had a big girl job, in which you were responsible for getting this right. You crouched down, face to dick, trying to distract yourself from how close the two of you were when you heard him say,

"Do I know you from somewhere? I normally can recognize a cute face wherever I go, but i can't put a name on you."

"Yea we actually went to the same high school together."

"Really? Were you a seamstress then, or did you start now?"

You sighed and answered almost finished with the rest of his measurements.

"Uh yea I was. I was your costumer when we did Sweet Charity."

He jumped messing up your placement as you tried again.

"Hey can you not move so muc-" He cut you off before you could finish your request.

"OH! I remember you! You were that shy little sophomore. I remember how you never yelled no matter how many times I fucked up my costume" He smiled to himself as he finished bringing up that frustrating memory.

"Yea. I probably should've. Ok Stop moving I'm almost done."

"Ok Ok. Seems like you've gotten more a fire to you at least" He mumbled that last part, a little afraid to say it out loud. You gave him a look.

"Ok I finished. I'm gonna pull some stuff and then tomorrow I'll have you come and try some stuff on." You walked off refusing to look at him in the eyes, grabbing your paper with the measurements.

"Yea ok. Thats cool. See you tomorrow Y/N"

You figured this was going to be an interesting show. Only 2 more months till the show opened.

The next day

You had spent all day yesterday pulling close that would fit him. It was weird doing the same thing again. You thought about how frustrated you were in your sophomore year. But maybe he could be different. You would be lying if the crush you had on him still lingered around. Maybe you could get close this time the way you had wanted to in high school.

Nope. Don't start those thoughts. He's your coworker. Nothing more.

You laid out the pants and clothes you needed him to try. Of course as the character Billy, you'd need every one of his outfits to be different and unique. But you'd have to make a sailor costume from scratch. Which meant for the next few weeks, there'd be many fittings. But you just needed to focus on what you had right now, which was being delayed as Timothée was late.

After distracting and helping some other seamstresses, the man or the hour finally decided to make his appearance.

"Hey Y/N. Woah whats up with the face?" He questioned.

"Well your an hour late. I have to go in like an hour for a doctors appointment so we have to make this fast."

"Oh sorry. Well uh I got you a drink. You used to drink apple juice all the time during Sweet Charity so I figured you'd want this."

You look up into his eyes, he seemed genuine. You smiled as you took the bottle.

"Thank you Timothée. If you bring me an apple juice every time you're late, I'll make sure no one finds out." You smiled at him.

"Really? Thats a deal then."

"Ok. Its time to try on all of these outfits I have laid out. If they don't fit, don't worry about it. I can fix some of the sizes on the pants too."

"Ok, but small problem. Theres a lot of people in the dressing rooms, I don't know if we'll have room to do this."

"Oh fuck. Hmm. Crap I have to get this done."

"I can try and find somethin-" You cut him off with an idea.

"Actually, theres a couch room upstairs in the theater. It's pretty empty normally so you should have enough room to change in there." You smiled as you felt satisfied with that idea, until he said,

"Oh a couch room? You want to watch me undress in the couch room? You're definitely not that shy little sophomore anymore apple."

"Apple? Also thats not what I meant! I do not want to be apart of the reason the couches cannot be looked at under a black light."

He giggled as he grabbed the clothes.

"Yea apple. Like apple juice. I don't know, just thought I'd be cute for you."

you laughed as you responded "and I'm not the shy one anymore."

The two of you made it up the stairs and got into the couch room to just try on clothes. Definitely just try on clothes. Nothing else was going to happen...

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Celebrity Masterlist ♥️

This is a compilation of all of the pieces that I write about the celebrities of Hollywood! Take a look at my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned to get a good idea of which celebrities I write for since I only write for a few.

This is a mix of headcannons, oneshots and blurbs :)

Zendaya:

Subtle:

Summary/Request: "Hello! Would you mind doing how Zendaya would react to other celebrities/artists flirting with an oblivious reader online? Male Reader if you're comfortable with that, but if not, gender neutral is fine! :)"

Rise and Shine:

Summary/Request: "zendaya/mj fluff please?"

Moving In:

Summary/Request: "Hello, can you do a headcanon of move in with Zendaya?"

Dating Zendaya:

Summary/Request: "Hi! can you write headcanons about zendaya x fem reader dating?"

Zendaya Fluff Alphabet

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Dominic Fike:

Interview:

Summary/Request: "hey this is a dominic request! can you do one where an interviewer says something offensive to u and dominic stand up for u and it goes viral"

Our Time:

Summary/Request: "can u write dominic fine smut pls"

Bustling:

Summary/Request: "could you do a fluff blurb for dominic like whatever you want just really sweet stuff lol"

Compared:

Summary/Request: "idk if this makes sense but could you do a dominic imagine where the reader is getting compared to his ex (could use diana or just a random name) and he stands up for her like she sees comments on her instagram or smth idk lol"

Not Feeling It:

Summary/Request: "Can I request where the reader is comforting Dominic when he’s sad?"

The Look:

Summary/Request: "reader and dominic are together in an interview and he looks like that and she gives him that “look” and there’s tension and then when the show is over he pleasures her on the car ride home"

Need You:

Summary/Request: "imagine thigh riding dominic i would die to read that"

All About You:

Summary/Request: "dominic fluff please? Like i’m fine with anything I just want like gut wrenching, tooth rotting fluff"

Sing A Song:

Summary/Request: "could u do a dominic fluff where they write a song together? like the reader is also a singer and just cute moments of the process of them writing a song 🥺"

Back Together:

Summary/Request: "Can you do one where dominic and the reader have a kid together but they aren’t together anymore and then they realized they want to get back together"

Dating:

Summary/Request: "could you do a dominic blurb where the reader is like a youtuber as she films like her going to his concerts but their relationship is lowkey private so he just makes small cute appearances in her videos

Dominic Fike Fluff Alphabet

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Timothee Chalamet:

Sick:

Summary/Request: Timothee Chalamet x Reader- "i’m all over the place but i’m the one with the Timothee Chalamet fic. Maybe sick timmy, and the reader just takes care of him and it’s all fluff…"

Life Is a Nightmare:

Summary/Request: Timothee Chalamet x Reader- "So after the oscars and Timmy's look i had an idea of either of him or his s/o having and nightmare and its all fluff <3 thanks have a great day"

Paps:

Summary/Request: Timothee Chalamet x Reader- "Idk after seeing timmy at the oscar’s ima need a timmy fic… maybe protective timmy when the paparazzi or people get too close and touchy, really whatever you want but i need to feed my timmy addiction lmao… he rocked!"

Chaotic:

Summary/Request: "How about a fic in which Timothee and the reader are dating and are co stars in a movie. They go on an interview but every interview with them is chaotic af because they cant be serious most of the time. Bonus points if the movie was Dune and Zendaya joins them on their goof offs <3"

Jealous More Often:

Summary/Request: "Jealous smut - Timothée Chalamet ❣️"

[b3s3rkcj]

I want to start writing stories but have no ideas so I'm gonna ask for requests

I will Write

Fluff

Smut

Male reader and character

Female reader and character

Gender neutral reader and character

Brother x sister (plationic)

Mother/father x child (plationic)

I wont write

Angst

Non con smut

Underage reader

Incest

Step bro/sis smut

Fandoms

Starwars

Mandolorian

Poe dameron

Kylo ren

Han solo

Anakin

Rose

Finn

Young laya

Marvel

Bucky

Loki

Steve rogers

Steven grant

Marc spector

Natasha

Yelena

Tony stark

Hawkeye

Kate bishop

Peter parker (1,2,3)

Criminal minds

Spencer reid

Hotch

Morgan

JJ

Emily prentiss

Celebrities

Pedro pascal

Oscar isaac

Timothee chalamet

Elizabeth olsen

Sebastian stan

Tom holland

Tom hiddleston

Teen wolf

Issac lahey

Scott Mccall

Stiles stilinski

Void

Lydia martin

Liam dunbar

Malia hale

Peter hale

Derek hale

Alison argent

I will write any AU.

If you can think of anymore people/characters you would like me to write about please just ask but be aware I don't watch that much tv or anything so I may not know them x

[fooled-around-and-fell]

Blurred Lines

Summary: You’re a successful writer who wrote a book about Timmy - your ex boyfriend.

Genre: angst, romance

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x gender neutral reader

...

but even with your popularity,

your love demised

and now your face is nothing but some blurred lines.

“How could-”

Timmy closed the book shut. He paced around the room, feeling attacked more than ever. Yes, his ex wrote a book. Was it about him? Perhaps. What he was definitely certain of was the last poem. That last poem was about him - he knew it.

A Book of Life was the title - quite generic for his taste, but he also couldn’t help but finish the whole thing in less than 2 days despite his busy schedule. He demanded the book the date it was released, and he had to be honest, it was exceptional work. He just wished it parts of it weren’t about him.

No, it didn’t mention his name, but who else could Y/N be talking about?

“Stop pacing around the room, the book isn’t about you.”

Timmy stopped and put the book down. “Have you read this?”

Saoirse looked up from her phone. “Yes, Timmy, I’ve read it. It’s not about you.”

“How could it not be about me?” He sighed, “We broke up a few months ago and now this book came out - everyone’s talking about it and me.”

Saoirse knew it was about him - she was just trying to calm him down. Timmy loved Y/N with all his heart, and the feeling was mutual, but it just wasn’t the right time.

“You’ve got to stop.” She groaned as Timmy started walking around the room again. “I came here to comfort you because we’re friends but now you’re just annoying me.”

“What am I gonna do?” He asked, “Should I talk about it with Y/N? Confrontation? Suing, maybe?”

“Jesus, so Y/N wrote a book about you, big deal. Now you’re more famous, it’s free marketing. Congratulations.” Saoirse got her things and left his apartment, clearly Timmy needed his own space.

Without much thought given, Timmy pulled out his phone and texted Y/N.

‘we need to talk.’

--

The talk.

Of course, little Timmy wants to talk.

I expected this from the moment that book was on the publisher’s table. Was the book about Timmy? Of course it was. It had everything to do with him. Not because I was so heartbroken that writing a book was the only way out of the dreadful nightmares, but ‘A Book of Life’ was just about my life and how it’s much more meaningful now. Honestly, you can tell from the title.

‘sure, what do you want to talk about?’ I replied.

‘can I come over?’

Come over? I sigh and shook my head. What does he want now?

‘of course. 4pm?’

‘see you then.’

He sounded angry. I realized that the last poem was a little bit ... emotional, because it actually was especially about him, but I didn’t think he’d be this upset.

To be completely honest, I started this book with a glass of wine and a bucket of ice cream. I never had the intention to publish this book because it was supposed to be a sad book about how I can’t get over my feelings over a French boy who surrounds himself with beautiful models and riches.

But that’s not who Timmy is at all.

Sure, he has beautiful models as friends, and he has all the things money could buy. And he did things he wasn’t supposed to, but it happened. He learned from his mistakes and he’s a better man because of it.

That’s when I completely changed the book. Writing this book changed me somehow, it made me realize how the things people do affect me - but only to the point where I’ll allow it to.

So what went wrong?

Why am I still upset over the fact that Timmy might be upset? Why am I getting dressed to meet him at my own home?

Why do I still care?

A knock on the door.

That must be him.

“Y/N.”

“Timmy.” I smiled. “Come on in.”

I stared at him as he took off his coat and hung it on the wall. He didn’t look mad, he just looked so uncomfortable.

“Um, do you want some tea?” I offered as an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, sure.” He smiled, going with me to the kitchen.

I moved out of our shared apartment the moment we broke up. Timmy was nice enough to offer himself to move out, but I didn’t want our place to haunt my life. So I moved out a few blocks away - I know, ridiculous. It’s just a few blocks away.

“I see you haven’t done much to the place.” He commented.

“Oh, no.” I chuckled, “I haven’t had time to really decorate.”

Timmy was staring at my refrigerator. Where all the pictures were stuck on with little magnets. I forgot to put them away.

“So, you’re here about the book, right?”

He recollected himself and faced me. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry if you got offended by it. Yes, some of it were about you, but most of it were about me - how I grew over the years and-”

“I know, I know.” Timmy sighed and closed his eyes. “On the way here, I kind of figured that out. I just..”

My arms were crossed. I was happy to see him, but I was also a little sad. The same old Timmy, he’s cheerful but deep down you can see his struggles.

“I’m not here because of that last poem.”

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

Timmy pulled the book from his back and began to browse through the pages. The fear inside of me started to grow, because I knew what he was talking about, and if it’s true, then everything will fall apart.

“I think of the skies when I see you

I think of the wilderness,

I think of the sands,

I think of the world, when I see you.

And somewhere in between

the maple syrup on a rainy day,

you, barely functioning and in disarray,

with you I trust, I love and I found another day.

We can fly to Verona,

where I’ll be Juliet and you’ll be Romeo...

I’ll be waiting for a happy ending,

but you’ll be with Rosaline.”

Timmy closed the book gently. I could feel his eyes staring at me, waiting for a reaction that I didn’t know how to give him.

“So you knew.”

“I knew.”

It got quiet.

I sat with a cup of tea in my hands, slowly getting cold while he’s standing there, not knowing what to do. I guess the media didn’t catch that poem - I did place that poem in a very odd yet strategic place. They wouldn’t know it was about Timmy.. but Timmy himself.

Months before we broke up, Timmy went on a trip with his friends. Saoirse was there, too. Me and Saoirse are pretty good friends thanks to him, and one night when we were video calling, Timmy went home drunk.

He went home drunk...and something happened with Saoirse. Let’s just say the two of us don’t exactly talk anymore.

“Why didn’t you talk to me?” He asked.

I sighed. “I don’t know. I was tired, I guess. That’s on me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, Tim.”

“Was that why you broke up with me?”

I shook my head, “No, it wasn’t. I just kind of.. pretended it never happened.” I continued, “that’s my mistake.”

Timmy nodded, “I should’ve told you about it.”

“We both made our mistakes.” I tried to lighten the mood, “but look at where it got us now?”

He chuckled, “I mean, congratulations, I-went-viral-in-24-hours-because-of Timothée Chalamet.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” I smiled.

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a/n: I feel like I could’ve written a better ending :/ part 2 maybe

side note, I hope you guys know who Rosaline is lol

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Personal Nurse

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Request: Can you please write an imagine where the reader has an accident and Timothée is on set. The rest is your choice.

 Twisting both your ankle and wrist wasn’t your best choice yet. And it wasn’t really a choice either. But between breaking a bone and twisting it, this might be the better one.

You were going home after some grocery shopping, you knew that your boyfriend Timothée will be tired when he comes home from work, so you decided to make his favourite for dinner. You hoped that this time he will make it home and his work won’t interfere with your plans.

And since you were in luck that day, the elevator decided to malfunction, so you had to climb the stairs with all of your bags, right up to the ninth floor.

Little did you know that you will never make it.

Around the seventh floor as you took a turn, you lost your balance, your bags didn’t help you the least, and you found yourself falling backward.

You don’t know what happened, it was all a blur. But when you finally stopped at the bottom of the set of stairs, your right ankle and left wrist hurt like hell. You managed to call an ambulance since there was no way in hell you’d be able to stand up and walk.

Half an hour later, the doctor x-rayed both f your injured limbs and you were awaiting your fate in the waiting room.

Your leg was put up on a pillow on a chair in front of you, you watched as people walked past you, some giving you concerned looks, some were trying not to laugh.

You got so bored, you whipped your phone out and decided to send a picture to your boyfriend with the following text.

Hi Babe! Sorry, but I don’t think I will be able to make dinner for you today, I fell and I’m in the hospital now.

It took him three minutes in total to call you, his voice was filled with worry.

“Y/N! I’m on my way now, which hospital are you in?”

“Umm… I can’t tell you.”

“What?”

“I know you are worried, Timmy, but I can’t let you come here when you are supposed to be working. I’m fine, I talked to the staff, an ambulance will take me home when they are done here. You should just work and we will meet at night.”

“But- I can’t let you be alone! You are important to me! More so than my work! I’m going there, I’ll pick you up and we will head home, drink some hot tea while watching awful romantic series! So, where are you?”

You couldn’t resist and told him, he sounded so worried and cute and the promises he made got you all fuzzy inside.

However, it took him more than an hour to get to you. You didn’t mind it though. Meanwhile, your doctor explained your situation and what you needed to do to heal quicker. You were in luck and none of your bones got damaged.

“Y/N!” you heard Timothée call out. “I’m sorry, but the director said I needed to finish some scenes before I leave.”

“It’s okay, all that matters is that you are here now.”

After a short apology from him, he brought you home, in the car you explained what the doctor said and how it happened.

“I feel responsible if you wouldn’t have wanted to make dinner for me, you’d be fine.”

“That’s not true! It’s not your fault, Timmy!” you tried to reassure him, but he wasn’t having any of it.

When you arrived home, he had to carry you upstairs since you weren’t able to walk. He silently thanked his trainer for the extra work out. He carried you up, and it made him tired but his manly side didn’t let him show that, but you obviously noticed since everyone should tire out after they carry the significant other up nine floors.

Timothée became your personal nurse. Carrying and doing everything for you became his task, he even took days off of his work which you were both happy and a bit sad for. You loved spending time with him, but you just wished the circumstances were different.

But you tried to make the most of it, you watched movies, ate together and you even managed to get him to have sex with you. He opposed it because he didn’t want to hurt you, but after some reassuring and convincing, you managed to get him naked and into you. All in all, you had a great time, even if your ankle and wrist still hurt.

One morning, you woke up and decided to take a bath alone. Since Timothée was asleep and you didn’t want to wake him. You slowly and silently walked into the bathroom and ran yourself a nice bath.

You were having some quality alone time when you heard Timothée calling out your name.

“I’m here!” you called out before he would have a panic attack. He entered the bathroom and saw you buried in bubbles. His panic instantly disappeared as he sat down on the floor by the bath, one of his hands hanging into the water.

“Good morning.” both of you said at the same time.

“Having a nice bath alone?” he asked.

“You tired me out yesterday, so I figured a bath will relax me.” that smirk he gave you, it told you that he wasn’t sorry at all. Cheeky little man.

“You said you are fine. So, I figured I’d make the most of it, we haven’t done it in a while because of my work…” he sounded so happy but by the time he finished, his voice turned said, you cupped his face in your hands and told him.

“Don’t ever talk like that, Timmy! Your work is your dream! And yeah, you have to be gone for it, but to see you do what you love and what you are so talented at, makes it all worth it.”

“Thank you.” he smiled and leaned closer to kiss your lips.

Sure, your ankle got twisted alongside with your wrist, you fell off the stairs, you got rushed into the hospital and the gel you have to apply onto your injury was smelly and sticky, but at least Timothée was there with you. And that’s all you can wish for.

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invisible strings

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic)

synopsis: requested/inspired by this ask!

⤷ alt: coincidences are strange. however, what's more strange was not knowing you were in previous works with your costars.

notes: this one is pretty short. reader is gender neutral. set in the same verse as popcorn bucket (♡´౪`♡)

Ding!

"Ah I don't think you guys are going to get this one," you puffed, eyes trailing down to the question on the Vanity Fair card. The cast and you were playing the Vanity Fair Game Show for a fun video. You all eventually filmed with one another at some time during production. Though your schedules were all over the place/locations, everyone got along with each other. That is to say, some like yourself had been in the first film and kept in contact for the sequel. "What was my first show audition?"

Mumbles in unison scurried. Some hums and thought-provoking nods were seen as you hurriedly scribbled down your answer in black ink.

"Oo Shake It Up!" Zendaya points out, eyes wide with her quick response.

Austin Butler who sat beside Florence Pugh raised his head, almost surprised. "Wait, really?" While the blonde actress knowingly glances back to you for confirmation. The rest of the cast was all too eager to know because clearly they had no idea.

"Yes, correct!" You raised your arms, doing jazz hands. In a burst of energy, the mixed actress scores a bright grin, raising her fist in the air in victory. Only for you to pump her fist back, smiling back.

"How were we supposed to know that?" Timothee Chalamet says, snickering accusatively at the camera as if they had an answer. His gaze moves towards you, "You never told us that!"

You shrugged your shoulders, looking half guilty. "You're lost, pal!"

"At least I got the point!" Zendaya puffs up her chest, swiping the invisible dust off her shoulders while Florence giggles. However Timothee looked almost offended even.

"Wait you were in Shake It Up?" Austin shakes his head in pure astonishment. You gave him a slow nod, as his expression grew wider, eyes staring at you in awe. "That's crazy! I didn't know that!"

"Was it a show?" Josh Brolin's comment seemingly pops in and all four of the younger cast including yourself snickered shortly. His cluelessness only substituted for better curiosity to you. As really, you never really told them about your previous works.

"It was a Disney show," Flipping the Vanity Fair card over, only to reveal your messy handwriting, you stated fondly. Timothee then hastily pointed at the small drawing you drew next to your answer. It breaks your concentration for a second as he only stares at it in confusion while Zendaya covers her mouth from giggling. "Like a sitcom really. And I played one of the background dancers." Even you couldn't stop yourself from giggling further, taking a look at your draw.

Truly it was one of those topics that are never mentioned around you. The only reason Zendaya had known was that you had told her once about it when discussing your dance careers. The both of you were young actors and did not expect to know each other back then and even now. Though it was a cute recollection to look back upon.

"Is that a stick figure waving his arms?" Florence cocks her head sideways, having a concentrated face.

"He's supposed to be dancing!" You plead, pointing at the way you drew his arms in the air.

"That is not dancing!" Timothee's smile only grew wider from laughing too much, having to lean forward to look at the little drawing closer. "He just looks- like he's discombobulated!"

"PFFTT!"

"I mean it's a cute drawing!"

"You know what- you don't appreciate my art," You gently placed the card on the floor, giving your costar the stink eye. "I thought this was a fun game, you guys! People are being bullied for no reason!"

"No- I'm not saying your drawings are bad!" The French actor stumbles, in beats of laughter, clenching his cards to his chest. You only swat his presence away before grabbing another question.

In another instance, Austin takes his turn. For a few rounds, he asked about his hobbies, such as what instruments he knew to play. It was quick flashed answers, one by one you managed to pass through flying colors.

"Guitar and piano," Austin bobs his head, as the rest of cast suddenly became enamored at his musical skills.

"Hey!"

"Alright!"

"But also violin," He says sheerly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh okay!" Florence drags out an amused hum, in a teasing manner.

"Is that true?" Timothee quirks his brow, having one leg over another, looking all composed.

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's go Disney Channel kids!" You chanted, with the mixed actress a seat away from you joined with as well. You both raised your hands in victory while Austin looked away and blushed.

"We got all the talent!"

At the CCXP Panel in Brazil, fans from all over came to attend to fantastic event. Hosted by Collider Interview, it was a massive event with an enormous stadium, fit for a band performance. There were arrays of lights, standing from the alleyways and above the ceiling. You felt extremely fortunate to have attended and made it to Brazil, for being such a joyful experience.

This time you alongside your young cast members and director, Denise Villeneuve, posed happily with all of you. The panel followed with many turns and twists, with questions coming from the crowd and host alike. One moment fans caught on was your reaction to something that Florence at said.

The Collider host mentioned Florence's history of working with Timothee on Little Women which made both of them cackle, reminiscing those dotting moments.

"Oh you know what," the British actress starts, holding her hand up. The audience was silenced, wondering what she going to mention next. She slowly turns in your direction and points. "I just remembered this, but you were in Midsommar yes?"

"Yes..." You mumbled, ending your answer on a high note, unsure really what she meant. Until it came flashing back to you, much prevalent to your shocked expression. "Oh yes yes!" And seemingly the rest of the cast and fans were roaring in surprise and in cheer.

Though you weren't present in most of the film's production, Florence had fond memories of Midsommar. You were one of the minor characters doomed to death in the first half. Both of your characters had a brief meeting together and that was all. However, it surprised you how Florence was able to recall it all. You had only filmed for a few days and vaguely met her casually.

"This is so weird but I don't know- I just kept forgetting to bring it up," She scrambles to find the right words, throwing gestures back and forth. "But for some reason, I just remembered you being there and then I was like- huh! We were in Midsommar together!"

"Right!" You lowered your tone, the weight on your heels slowly shifting to one side. As you licked your lips at the revelation. "I can't believe we just realized this now!" And you could discern the pure chaos the rest of your costars were feeling. Timothee was wheezing, desperately holding his mic for support. While Zendaya crossed her arms in a mixture of sarcasm and odd mischievousness. As if saying, Really? You guys never realized?! Austin on the other hand, solely was observing from the sidelines, with an amused smile. And all for Denny to be panned to the right with a funny disapproving look on his face.

"This is what I have to deal with," Your director somberly states and the crowd cries out in cackles.

"I don't think we were in anything together before."

No interview or video was being shot. Surprisingly it was lunchtime and a grace period for cast and production alike to go back to their trailers to rest. You did not want to go back to your own trailer so instead followed your costar to his. Knowing he had a better air conditioner and wanted to catch up on anything new you guys enjoyed talking about.

But more importantly, his air conditioner.

"Yeah, I don't think we did," Arms securely behind your head as you leaned back on the couch. You still were in full costume, in Fremen wear however it did not stop you from lounging around in every corner of the set sites. "Does Dune count?"

A light-hearted scoff escapes from Timothee, who is on his phone on the other side of the couch, in costume as well. The air conditioner was blasting heavily on all sides of the trailer yet you two did not mind the loud background noise. "No, it doesn't!"

"That's crazy right?" Lifting yourself up to look at him. His eyes don't leave his phone screen yet you know he is focused on your words. "I'm genuinely surprised we haven't played siblings,"

"We look nothing alike!" He shouts, finally lifting his gaze to your playful one. Suddenly you see his phone flash turned on as it faces you. "So, what do you think of Dune Part Two so far?"

You get up swiftly, stretching out of your tired limbs in the process. "Like a walk on the sand!"

"Aye!" He fist-bumps you as he turns the camera on him, face not covered in any gear. The audience can notice his messy locks and smudged face.

"Directors, sign us up to play something!" You waved before adjusting to put on your mask. The camera swerves to find you clipping on the clasps. A couple clicks can be heard as you move the gear up and down from your face. "Literally anything! I could play his serial killer and I would be happy."

"What-" Timothee almost choked on air, prominent to how shaky the camera view became. Though he quickly recovered, "Why do you always want to kill me in these scenarios?"

"Because it's much more fun!" You whine, shoulders deflating, as you can feel him zooming in on your expression.