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You Beautiful Fiend
pairing: reader x timothée chalamet
words: 1K
A/N: This isn’t really smut. More at the end...
“You have to learn to be quiet,” he whispers into your ear, pulling you down until you straddle his lap. Your smirk, eyes glazed over. The sun is making you feel dizzy despite summer having ended weeks ago, but that didn’t stop either of you from trying to hang on to slivers of her wealth.
You wear the same passionfruit colored skirt that Timmy likes so much, the hem barely hitting your mid thigh when you stand tall. His slim hands slide up the cuduroy cloth and you snicker, lightly massaging his shoulders before leaning in for a kiss.
“I am quiet,” you whisper back. Timmy shakes his head, curls bouncing softly against his forehead.
You feel his fingers ghost across the fabric your underwear and you sigh. He pulls away and smiles.
“See.”
“Oh hush. You love it, you pervert.” His laugh is throaty, making Adam’s apple bobbing up and down and beg your lips to come towards it.
“You better hope that I am,” he growls, flipping you onto the grass. You reach up and bring his neck in closer, your tongue tracing it teasingly while he begins to unbutton your blouse. He dips down and kisses your neck, his teeth grazing the skin and lightly biting it. You gasp at the warm sensation, his fingers brushing lightly over your breast.
“Is that all you’ve got, my fiend?” you say between heavy breaths. Timmy pulls away and looks you in the eyes, his pupils dilated and dark.
“What do you want, babygirl?” You cheeks blush red at the nickname as you squirm, eliciting a soft giggle. Timmy’s fingers draw circles across your chest before he slowly glides his hand up to your neck, splaying it around to lightly choking you.
Your hands meet his, your thumb running over his tendons. He quickly lets go as if being pulled out of a trance. His expression becomes harsh and guarded as he quickly climbs off of you. You sit up and begin to button your blouse.
“What’s the matter, Timmy?” you ask concerned.
Timmy remains silent, crossing his legs in from of him and wrapping his arms around, his back hunched over. You trace up and down his spine with your finger, hoping the habit works to calm him down.
When he finally looks back, his face is red and splotchy. “We have to stop. If I go any further I might fall for you beyond repair.”
“That’s a bit Shakespearean, don’t you think?” you try to joke, but the humor falls on deaf ears.
“Y/N, summer is over. Our time here is coming to an end,” Timmy says sorrowfully. The dizzying sun is beginning to set. There wouldn’t be much time left for you.
“You must remember, that there will always be tomorrow,” you muse, brushing his hair back. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing.
“I wish you didn’t disappear each night.” His plea broke your heart, but there was nothing you could do. When the moon reached the sky you were forced to go home until the sun came out once again. It was painful, disintegrating like dust into the night, but it was worth it to be with your beloved Timmy in the garden forever.
“I’m just glad I get to come back to you each morning,” you try to comfort. Your voice felt faraway already.
“I’ll keep you in mind until then. I’ll utter your name over and over like a prayer until tomorrow.” You smile, your calming strokes slowing as your skin begins to shimmer.
“Until tomorrow, my beautiful fiend.”
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A/N: This is just a concept that I came up with using leftover photos/gifs I had saved on my computer to possibly use for imagines. It takes me forever to find the perfect situational images, so I’ve just been collecting them. I have too many now, so every now and again I’m just gonna take a few that sort of go together and see what happens. I might do an origin story for this, so if you guys would be into that, let me know!
