“Jo is a girl with a boy’s name, Laurie is a boy with a girl’s name,” Gerwig said. “In some ways they are each other’s twins.” Leaning into this, the film’s costume director Jacqueline Durran had the two actors subtly exchange items of clothing throughout the movie, further blurring the lines between where Jo begins and Laurie ends. –Why Timothée Chalamet & Saoirse Ronan Swapped Clothes On The Set Of Little Women
Requested? Nope, just me being soft and sad and a clown all at once. Nothing new, nothing changed. My jester energy remained the same.
Inspired by: “Gravity“ - Chase Atlantic
Word count: ~2k (that’s a bit long luv)
Note: I’ve been gone for a long time (almost 2 years lmao, I’m sorry) and this is the first imagine I’ve written after being away for so long and my very first Timothée imagine...ever. Please, be gentle on me. I hope you like it 🥺💞 (And if this flops: it never happened and I’m going back into my hiding mode)
In your hands you are holding an old photograph. The picture shows you and Timothée holding each other in a warm embrace, in front of a beautiful sunset. You both look as if you are made for each other; smiling and laughing at the camera, almost as if the only time the two of you are happy is whenever you are together.
Gently, you stroke the surface of the photograph, going over the brown curls of the boy in the picture. You remember that day as if it were yesterday, and in your head you can even recall what he said to you: “If I could freeze time, I would want to stay with you in this moment forever.”
Forever could last a lifetime, but in this case forever was until you broke his heart and he broke yours. If you close your eyes and try to remember that night, everything comes back in flashes; it was as if neither of you were thinking rationally.You were still in love with him and he was still in love with you, but everything ended then and there; and ever since, the heartache comes in waves.
It’s been a year or two since you and Timothée broke up, yet sometimes your heart still flutters upon hearing his name. Mornings have never been the same since he left. There were no more soft kisses and gentle caresses, no more “I love you” and “I love you too”, no more freckles to trace and green eyes to stare into. Nights were different as well and you can’t help but make up scenarios, wishing that you had asked him to stay.
The last thing you remember, before he walked out of the door, is the sadness in his eyes. Timothée held your face between the palm of his hands and tried to wipe your tears away, but seeing his pained expression made you cry even harder. Finally, he pulled you closer into his arms. So close, yet so far, that his lips felt like ghosts against your own; and you could hear the beating of his heart as you laid your head against his chest, but it seemed like a distant sound.
And even today, “It won’t work out”, “I don’t want you to be upset”, “I have loved you ever since I’ve known you”, “I’d rather die than not be with you”, and “We don’t have to do this” are still phrases that echo through your head like mantras.
So, we've both moved on and I know that you were the stronger one. It was easy for you to let go, but I'm still in love with you.
He sits alone in his dimly lit living room, going through a photo album and listening to small drops of rain hitting the windowpane. “Timothée?” a sleepy voice calls for him. He hears slow footsteps approaching him and he straightens his position.
The young man briefly closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, before he looks over his shoulder with a smile. “I can’t sleep, but I’ll come back to bed soon. I promise,” he tells the girl who stands in the hallway. She didn’t say anything, only nodded and turns around to walk back to the bedroom.
When he knows he’s on his own again, Timothée reopens the album and looks at the many snapshots he used to take when he was with you. These moments are merely memories of times that are far away now, but even then his feelings for you have remained the same – at least for him it was as if nothing changed.
He dreamt of growing old with you, whilst you always stayed realistic and reminded him that nothing that is good ever lasts. He knows you probably moved on by now, that you are living a wonderful life and have probably forgotten all about him, but deep in his heart there is still a longing; a longing for the past, a longing for what could have been, a longing for you.
A tear rolls down his cheek and falls onto the back of a photograph. “The perfect day,” Timothée whispers to himself as he reads your lovely handwriting. Carefully, he wipes the tear away and flips the photograph around. It was an image of both of you sitting on a picnic blanket; you had your arms wrapped around him and gave him a kiss on his cheek, whilst he’s laughing and pointing towards the camera.
“No, no, no, that tickles,” he exclaims with laughter. You ignore his remarks and continue kissing him all over his face. “Y/n, stop, and look at the camera.”
Just as he said that, the shutter of a camera can be heard. Timothée shakes his head and chuckles, “I just know that one turned out blurry.”
“We have plenty film rolls to fill with snapshots,” you whisper into his ear with a smile. “And I don’t care if the pictures are blurry, as long as they show just how tremendously in love I am with you.”
That was a summer in Italy. Timothée would do anything to travel back in time and relive that moment with you, and hear you tell him one more time that you love him. A pang of guilt washes over him when he remembers the girl sleeping peacefully in his bed. He knows he has to start letting go, but he was still in love with you and nothing is going to change that anytime soon.
And I just want you to know that this pain won’t drag me down. Are you happier now that I’m gone?
Sometimes you see Timothée’s face in magazines, you watch his interviews, and you support him by watching his films in your own privacy. Not a day goes by without missing him, but you are trying your best to put your feelings aside and not let the loneliness dominate your thoughts.
The two of you had mutual friends, but you lost contact with most of them after the breakup. However, you ask the ones you still talk to how he’s doing and if he’s alright. They tell you about him and that things have been going uphill so far; they also tell you that he was seeing other girls, but that it never ended up being anything serious.
A small part of you hopes that, one day, both of you can talk things out and start over again. But at the same time, you also don’t really know if that’s what either of you wants. Being away from him hurts, but being with him hurts just as bad.
You try to enjoy life as it comes, and you know that you shouldn’t sulk around and be upset over something that is long done, but some days you sit alone in your room and wish Timothée was still in your life.
On those days you feel small and pathetic. You fell in love with him in the years you were together, and fell deeper in love with him in the years he was gone. And whilst you sometimes still cry over him, he might not even spare a second to think about you or wonder how you’re doing. Hell, he’s probably happy that you’re not in his life anymore.
Let the time fly by like the wind and open our hearts again. We were born to a world with dead ends, so talk to me as a friend.
Timothée saw you for the first time in a long time again when his old friends asked him to hang out. He was surprised when he saw you were there as well; he thought that you had left the city by now and lived a happy life in a small cottage, somewhere in the outskirts of an Italian town, just as you told him you wanted when you two were still together.
He didn’t approach you at first, he was scared you might turn around and ignore him or pretend not to acknowledge his existence at all. But he finally gathered the courage to greet you and the two of you have a casual chit-chat. At first, it wasn’t a full-on conversation, definitely not the deep and philosophical ones both of you used to have, but as soon as he heard you talk again he was immediately a goner.
When the night came to an end, Timothée feels as if he bonded with you again. There were no hard feelings between the two of you, you didn’t resent him or made him feel bad, and it truly felt like the old days. He has watched your life through pictures for so long, that actually standing next to you overwhelms him with emotions he never thought he could have; and suddenly, it was as if his life has meaning again.
“Perhaps I’ll see you around?” Timothée says and raises his eyebrows in question.
“Maybe,” you reply and avoid his eyes. “But don’t count on it, I’m quite busy these days.”
“Yeah...you know- I- well, just- just give me a call when you need anything,” he quickly adds and awkwardly looks around him, nervously tapping his feet.
You give Timothée a playful push and he lets out a chuckle. “It was good to see you again,” you sincerely tell him.
His gaze meets yours and he gives you one of his boyish smiles, the one that makes your heart swoon. “It was good to see you too,” he says with a short pause. “I missed you.”
But “limitation” is only a word that’s keeping us on the ground.
You open the door and see him standing at your doorstep. You haven’t really heard from Timothée since the night you last saw him and, for a second, his presence made it hard for you to breathe. Your arms almost instinctively wrapped around him, but you held yourself back. You wanted to say something, but the words couldn’t escape your mouth.
He looked like a wreck, as if he hasn’t been sleeping properly for days. He looks up at you with his big, puppy eyes, and you offer him a small smile. Absentmindedly, he reaches out for you hands and takes them; yours seem small in his own, and he envelopes his palms around your hands before he gives them a kiss. Your heart skipped a beat and you let him in.
“Hello,” you greet him shyly and close the door behind him. You turn around to face him and almost looked away again, because you couldn’t bear the way his eyes looked right through you with such yearning and pain.
Timothée didn’t say anything at first, he only looked at you intently before taking a step forward, which causes you to take a few steps backwards. Now with your back against the door, he closes the space between the two of you and places one hand against your cheek.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he finally says in a hushed tone. You shake your head and lean in to his touch. You briefly close you eyes, but at that exact moment you felt his lips against yours.
After years, the feeling of him kissing you is still familiar. You pull him into you by the collar of his jacket and he places one hand on the small of your back; his other hand cradles the back of your head, deepening the kiss. After all these years, this is what you wanted. This is what you needed.
No words ever spoken by the two of you can ever compare to the sensation of being and feeling closer to him again. And you know, this time around, there’s nothing in the world that could make you let him go.
Imagine: You bumping into Timmy at a record store.
Every Saturday you went down to your local record store to either check out new records to add to your collection or watch live performances that they sometimes put on. Last week you saw Twin Peaks perform and bought 2 limited edition Beatles records because they were your favorite band since you were little.
Although, today was different than all the other days before. It was the first day of fall meaning that the temperature was dropping and the leaves were changing, and it was your favorite time of year. You pulled out an outfit you thrifted the other day and matched it with a pair of old docs you got years ago. You took one more look in the mirror and was pleased with what you saw and then started to head out. You lived 2 blocks down from the record store, so it didn’t take you long to reach the store. You walked in and said hi to the owner and started flipping through the new records they just put out.
You were there for about a good 30 minutes alone until you heard the chime of the bell signaling that someone just walked in. You looked up from the record you were looking at and spotted a boy about your age with curly brown locks and wearing a kid cudi sweatshirt. He hasn’t seen you yet due to him talking up a storm with the owner asking him if his band can perform later on, so you look at him for a couple of minutes before you start to blush at the thought of how cute he is. After hearing that the owner agreed to allow his band to play, you start seeing him walk around the record store glancing down at records that caught his eye.
You start to daze out of whatever you were doing until someone grabs the vinyl out of your hand and starts talking to you. You quickly snap out of it and turn towards him giving a confused look. He notices your confused glance and says, “Uh, sorry that I took your vinyl. I noticed it was a limited edition Frank Ocean one and I have yet to find that one till now. I hope you don’t mind?” You were taken aback about how raspy his voice was and you look away blushing because you didn’t want him to see. “Yeah, uh no problem. I never heard any of his music, so I don’t know why I had it in my hand. Sorry..” you mumble to him. All you hear next is a gasp and him saying “what?! You never heard of Frank Ocean?” You shake you head no and give him a soft smile.
He suddenly takes your hand and leads you to the record booth, where you can hear the records before you buy them. The box is small so you are both practically on top of each other, but it seems like both of you don’t really mind. He takes the record out and places it into the player and it starts playing. You can hear his soft breathing in your ear due to how close you are and he softly whispers “this one is called Bad Religion. One of my favorites.” You both just sit there in silence while listening to the record and at certain times he talks about which ones are his favorite and why. Every time he starts talking, you look up at him and he gives you a small smile and continues talking about Frank and how long he has been a fan. You love how passionate he is about music and you start blushing just thinking about him making you a playlist of songs to listen to.
After a while later he walks out of the record booth and grabs another record he likes and comes back to play it for you. During that time he starts playing with your hair and you start to lean more back into him so your back was touching his chest. He then wraps his arms around you and starts swaying back and forth to the music. There wasn’t any awkward moments and it felt safe being with him. You end up being in the record booth for 2 hours until he gets a call from one of his band mates asking him if they got the gig or not. So, the two of you step out and he grabs the Frank record and starts walking towards the counter to check out. Little did you know he was actually buying that vinyl for you. Once he checks out he turns towards you and hands you the bag and says “I want you to have it, so you think of me every time you listen to it.” Then he proceeds to write down his number on the receipt and hands it to you as well. “Text me some time doll, and oh yeah come back later to watch my band.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek and a wave, and he was off.
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