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[petersvenom]

hello, welcome to my blog!!

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hey guys! i appreciate all the requests i’m receiving, but please be polite! a simple hello at the beginning of the request or a please will suffice, i just don’t like asks that sound very demanding!

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Okay Timmy request! : Timmy’s reaction to his wife w/ morning sickness. I feel he’d be super worried about hydration, calorie intake, and her passing out 🥺🥺

he so so would🥺🥺 enjoy

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From the moment you awoke, you were overwhelmed with nausea and a pounding headache. Ever since you’d gotten pregnant, most of your mornings began like this.

Luckily you had Timothée, your caring and loving husband, to take care of you whenever you had morning sickness.

Rising from the bed as you felt a giant wave of nausea hit you, you ran into the connecting bathroom to get rid of the contents of your stomach. You held the rims of the toilet bowl tightly as your throat burned from the acid.

Timothée had jumped up from the moment he heard the first gag coming from the bathroom. In nothing but his boxers, he’d sprung into action and ran over to you without a second thought. After the first few nights of you getting morning sickness, Timothée had learned exactly how to help you during and after these rough moments.

“Aww, baby.” he cooed as he found you hunched over the toilet, gasping for air as you got a break from throwing up. Taking the hair tie you had around your limp wrist, he tied your hair into a messy bun and rubbed your back soothingly. “I’m so sorry. Let it all out.”

While one of his hands soothed your back, the other held onto your hand for support. Gripping it tightly as you felt another wave of nausea arise, you tilted your head down into the toilet and retched.

Although Timothée was quite squeamish when it came to hearing others vomit, he’d gotten over his discomfort to support you. Minutes later, you were done vomiting, but since it was so early and you hadn’t eaten anything, you were beginning to feel faint.

Flushing the toilet, you leaned down and rested your head against the marble tiled floor. Timothée sat down beside your body and pressed his hand to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Hey, babe, talk to me.”

You pointed towards your throat and he nodded in understanding immediately—your throat was too sore to speak. “Can you brush your teeth on your own?” Once you nodded, Timothée lifted you up in his arms and sat you on the closed toilet. He prepared your tooth brush and handed it so you gently. You adored how gentle he was in these moments.

“I’m gonna go get you some water and some mint tea to soothe the stomach and throat. Does that sound okay?” Timothée inquired as you began to brush your teeth, with another nod, he was off to the kitchen.

He returned not even 4 minutes later, a mug and a water bottle in hand. “C’mere, babe.” he crouched down and helped you take small sips of water. “This’ll make sure you don’t pass out, ‘kay? I’m gonna get you back in bed and get you some fruit and crackers to keep your blood sugar up.”

You pouted a little and grabbed his cheek, staring up at him with adoration in your eyes. Timothée had always been so caring, but never like this before. Ever since you got pregnant, his protectiveness and consideration had gone up to another level. You weren’t sure what you’d done to deserve him.

“After you eat and get some calories in your system, we can cuddle and watch a movie in bed, yeah? Have a lazy day together.” he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead before lifting you in his arms again.

Timothée was already an amazing husband, and already a great father. You couldn’t wait to see what he’d be like once your beautiful angel was born.

[petersvenom]

is it okay if I send more these days? 👁👁✨💌

hey! just got your request. it’s okay, i’d love it if you sent more! feel free to request or send me asks whenever you’d like🫶✨🫧💌🤍

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SEND ME TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET REQUESTS HE LOOKS SO GOOD TODAY WTF

[petersvenom]

hello sweetheart glad to see you hope you have a good day ❤️

so if i may ask you , are you gonna work on your requests? just wanna see mor of your fic

don’t forget your water and all love and bless for you 🤍🤍🤍

aww thanks! hope your day was good too and you’re staying healthy n happy🫶

i’m working on a zendaya request and the long awaited next chapter of my joseph quinn series, but i have a few timmy drafts to continue as well!!

[petersvenom]

hi dear!!! are you okay?? missed you

missed you too bae. life has just been… a lot. i’m hoping to be more active on here🫶 taking things slow!

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Hi love I would like to request a timothee chalamet(or one of hs characters) story where he is inlove with single mom! Reader

And when are yo continuing the witch! Reader story with hal

hey!! i think you meant to request a different writer! i don’t write for hal😭

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Maybe Tim and the reader are hiding their relationship, but at the London festival, Tim, having taken away a beautiful reader, can not restrain himself and kiss her .

PS: Sorry, I know English very bad

i posted a blurb like this just last night! go check it out🫶

[petersvenom]

The best secrets stay buried is amazingggg

Is it gonna have another chapter? Your writing is sooooo good

it will! i have been extremely busy with school and writing some timmy blurbs that i haven’t had the chance to finish the next chapter🥲

i also caught covid recently (i’m better now) so i was pretty much off my phone bc of all the headaches i had

expect next update by sunday/monday this week!

[petersvenom]

Maybe Tim and the reader are hiding their relationship, but at the London festival, Tim, having taken away a beautiful reader, can not restrain himself and kiss her ?!!

Thanks💗💗💗💗💗💗☀️☀️

what a cute idea!

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It was hard hiding your relationship from the public.

You had to be 110% professional around each other while promoting Bones and All to make sure no one found out you were dating.

Timothée had to restrain himself constantly from staring at you with extremely fond eyes or from touching you or wrapping an arm around you when doing an interview or going somewhere the paps would follow you.

Hiding your relationship proved to be especially hard tonight as Timothée watched you stun the crowds with your impeccable looks. Just to tease him, you refused to let him see your outfit for the London Film Festival. He had to wait like everyone else to see it on the red carpet—which probably wasn’t a great idea because now all Timothée can think about now is admiring you and putting his hands all over you.

Fuck it, he thought as he began taking large strides towards you. You hadn’t noticed him yet, much to Timothée’s liking.

It wasn’t until the fans started screaming louder and you observed their attention moving elsewhere that your eyes panned to the side and you spotted him—but by then it was too late.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you took in his large strides and determined look. “Timothée, what are you—“

He didn’t even give you the chance to finish your sentence before he was in front of you, cupping your face with both of his large hands and dipping down to kiss you.

His lips were slightly chapped against yours, but you didn’t seem to mind as he held you in place almost possessively. It gave you butterflies how much he loved showing you affection, and you were always more than happy to give him some in return.

But not here in the middle of a red carpet event!

You grabbed Timothée’s wrists and gently forced him off of you. Remaining silent as he opened his eyes once again, he gave you a hazy look filled with adoration.

100% shamelessly, he smiled with now-shiny lips and shrugged sheepishly. “Whoops?”

[petersvenom]

bby i’m not good with ideas but could you please write more dad timothee ?? i love your blog

i have a bunch of dad!timmy requests, so i’ll be writing a few blurbs soon! and thank you🫶🫶

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Hi! If you’re still accepting blurbs for Timmy, could I request one where reader and Timmy aren’t dating yet but have to walk the carpet for Bones and All bc they’re the leads. But, reader isn’t feeling well- a bit woozy- and Timmy is super comforting?

Thx for your fics <3

he’d be so worried and caring, he’d rush you outta there asap before you pass out

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In one moment you were fine, posing prettily for the cameras like the unbothered queen that your makeup artists and stylist made you feel like. You’d been overly excited about getting to go back to England for London Film Festival.

But now, an awkward pain was rushing to the sides of your head, overtaking your senses. While your head pounded, there was an overwhelming mixture of dizziness and nausea that wouldn’t leave you alone.

Yet, you continued to smile for the cameras, pretending as if nothing was wrong. You looked around—trying not to appear too frantic as you tried to spot your assistant or your manager. It proved to be unhelpful however, because the more you moved your head, the more dizzy you got.

Timothée, who had been standing a few feet away posing on his own, noticed your change in demeanor and behavior after seconds of looking over at you. You were still putting on a show for the photographers, but your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He walked over, ignoring the photographers that began yelling suggestions for poses to do with you. “Hey, you okay?” Timothée slid his hand around your waist, resting it against the curve just above your hip. You and Timothée were just friends, but you’d always been a bit touchy with each other. Especially on red carpets, the crowds absolutely ate up your chemistry.

“Not feeling too hot.” you turned to speak in his ear, “I’m just a little woozy all of a sudden, dunno why.”

“Maybe you’re dehydrated?” Timothée suggested, a worried look taking over his face as you blinked slowly at him. “Can you hear me?”

“My ears are ringing, but yeah.” you replied, downplaying your discomfort. Timothée’s grip on your waist tightened as he called over his assistant who was nearby.

“C’mon, we’re gonna get you out of here.” Timothée murmured, moving so he was blocking you from the camera’s flashing blur. “We’re gonna find you a water bottle and some fruit or something to raise your blood sugar. Can’t have you fainting on us, sweetheart.”

His voice was so tender, so caring. Sweetheart? Never in a million years did you think Timothée Chalamet would say sweetheart, let alone you of all people.

However, you had no time to question him, nor enough energy to think about it any longer. Your attention needed to be walking off the carpet without causing a scene and fainting. Right, left, right, left.

“Tim, you stay. I’ll be fine.” you promised, feeling guilty as the fans yelled for him to stay. “Your assistant can take me inside the theater, I’ll call my assistant when I get there too.”

“I’m not going anywhere, I want to make sure you’re okay.” Timothée argued, voice firm.

“Tim, we can meet up later and you’ll see I’m fine—“

“Y/N, let me be here for you.” Timothée spoke firmly again, yet the tenderness had returned. “I want to stay.”

How could you say no to that?

[petersvenom]

maybe timmy being insecure about his outfit and the reader comforting him? I love ur writing btw 💞

i would, but i wrote a blurb identical to this just for his oscars outfit and i think it would be very repetitive to write a whole other piece for another outfit, i’m sorry!

thank you sm for complimenting my writing dear🫶

[petersvenom]

can you do a timmy blurb about you being at the festival with him

wrote a bunch over the weekend! go check them out

[petersvenom]

what about reader and Nicole hyping timothée while he’s on the red carpet and he’s very proud of their relationship and realizes he needs reader in his life forever? Love your work

nicole and reader being besties supporting their boy timmy.. i LOVE i LIVE for it

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“There’s our boy!” Nicole grabs your hand tightly, squeezing it as she spotted Timothée cross the carpet in his all white attire.

You and Nicole had shown up to the film festival to surprise Timothée. When you came up with the idea and presented it to Nicole, she’d sprung up from her chair and immediately helped you book the airplane tickets.

“Doesn’t he look handsome?” she inquired to no one in particular as you both watched Timothée greet the crowd with his signature peace signs and air kisses.

“He does,” you agreed, “his hair especially.”

You and Nicole were also dressed up for the occasion—you had to show up and show out to support Timothée! Nicole was wearing a black dress with small off the shoulder sleeves while you were wearing a dark violet colored dress that clung to your body in all the right places.

It wasn’t inappropriate either, you knew better than to wear an extremely slutty dress in front of your boyfriend’s mother.

“Look! He’s coming over.” Nicole yelled at you, raising her voice as the fans in the barricades near you started chanting for Timothée, “Let’s go surprise him!”

Without any response from you, Nicole simply pulled you, dragging you behind her as you both swiftly approached Timothée. “Timmy!” you called, raising your voice.

You were still a few meters away from him, but he heard your yell. He seemed confused, figuring he misheard or someone just had a similar voice as yours. His eyes flickered around, taking in his surroundings as the camera lights flashed directly at him.

Then, he heard it again. This time, with an additional yell from his mother.

“Timmy, over here!” you both shouted at the same time, amplifying your voices enough for Timothée to snap his head in your direction. His eyes widened as he spotted the two most important women in his life, you and his mother, sprinting towards him.

He sprinted the rest of the way with a beaming smile, crashing into you both in seconds. “What are you guys doing here?” he teased, eyes filled with shock as he stared down at the both of you. He hugged you, then his mother warmly.

“Surprise!” you cheered, doing jazz hands.

“It was all Y/N’s idea.” Nicole added, pressing a hand to her son’s chest. “She’s the best.” You didn’t see, but the look Nicole was giving him was very clear to Timothée.

She was giving him the classic strict mother eyes. This time they communicated, “You better not fuck this up. She loves you.”

“Tell me about it.” Timothée couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as his eyes flickered to you, pulling you by the waist into his arms again. Without a care for his mother or the photographers watching, he cupped your jaw with his free hand and leaned in carefully to kiss you. His lips were soft and tasted like his favorite mint chapstick, oh how you missed this feeling.

It’d only been a few weeks since you’d last seen each other, but being with you like this made Timothée realize how much he truly loves you. Seeing you interact so sweetly and wholesome with his mom, eager to support him and cheer for him while he’s working—it made him realize that you’re the one.

There’s no one else that’s more fit for him, no one that could make him or his family happier, no one that could be more supportive of his career.

He wants you in his life forever.