warning: angst, fighting, language (I’m new to this so pls be kind and also I’ve never written in this style before, I mostly write poems and stuff so I’m trying it out. I’m more into like longer stuff and I tried making it as short as possible. I’m not the best with dialogue)
“why can’t u just understand what i feel!”
another fight had broke out, the 4th one this week. It all had to do with one thing and one thing only. Timothee’s PR relationship. Y/n tried so hard to understand and accept it but she just couldn’t, she didn’t want to be put in a situation like this where she had to hide her love and watch him be with another women in the public eye. All she wanted to do was show off her husband and be allowed to do it freely, she knew the struggles she’d face when she first started dating him, but she never thought that it all the rules around their relationship being private would still be the same even after marriage. It was their wedding anniversary and they had booked a reservation at a restaurant but they weren’t allowed to go anymore, Timmy’s manager said that going out with y/n would be a bad image for his brand. She just couldn’t handle all the hiding anymore and she gave Timothee an ultimatum.
“I’m done with all of this hiding and stuff, you have to pick whether to stop being so ashamed of me or we’re done, I’ve put up with everyone of your PR relationships and all the hiding for years but I can’t be married to someone who doesn’t care” she said calmly. She hoped he’d pick her but in the end he couldn’t pick her, he wanted to but he just couldn’t, everything was against him. He had a contract that he had to follow, he tried explaining it to her but he knew that she was serious about this. It hurt, it truly did but he knew that once the contract ends he’d show her off everywhere and not be ashamed anymore.
Description: Being content with life is fine. It’s perfectly fine to be content with the life you have. A job, friends, and everything you could ask for. But maybe there is something more, something deeper that could turn a content life to a fulfilled life. Love, desire, true connection with someone else. But what if that life is a lie? What if he is a liar and because of your connection to him your eyes are opened to a world you didn’t know exist right under your nose? Do you run to away from or towards him?
MobTimothee fic featuring a sweet/ innocent Reader
A/N: I am excited to write this. I was a bit iffy about it at first, but I got some inspiriting and decided to make this a Multipart series. I don’t have anything planned out so I have no idea how many parts, but it will be a longer story that does lead up to something, but please request things you might want to see, smut and things like that.
Warning: 18+ (please no minors!!!), Murder, blood, Smut, Alcohol abuse, Smoking, Violence, gore. More to be added.
A remake of my first ever fanfic Interview. | Timothee chalamet x Reader (y/n) I'm a bit better at writing, comparing to my past self, this is full of fluff fluff fluffy, and I'm using second person perspective instead of first person perspective,and timmy describes you in french and it's like confessing! But I'll stfu rn, enjoy! (There's an ending to this not like the first one)
"Yes, how are you, y/n, Timothee! I am john" The interviewer said to you and timothee.
"Good good! " Said timothee, and you nodded with him. "Amazing, now, I'm going to ask you questions for both dune part 1&2, is that alright?" John ask and both of you nodded.
"So, timothee, how did you get the role of Paul atreides? " John asks while flipping his card.
"It was like every other auditions, it's a tough one, I was really lucky that I got the role" He explained, his hands were moving as he was speaking.
"Great, what about you, y/n" John asks. "It was my cousin, who made me audition for the role of alia atreides, she was nine, she's a, a really smart person, to the degree that she understood dune" You told John.
"Why haven't you told me this?! This is literally the cutest thing ever, Y/n" Timothee groaned.
John flipped another card. "You can choose to not answer this one, just tell me, but the fans are curious about you twos dating rumours, is that true? " He asks.
"That's fine" Said timothee, you told John "we're very platonic.. Too, platonic, sometimes" With a fake chuckle.
You always had feelings since you first met timothee. It's like, love at first sight.
"Oo, that's cool! Up to the next question! " He flips his card, "Can each of you tell me, who was the most funniest, adorable, relatable, nicest co-star in the whole film, say it at the same time! ".
"Okay.. Timmy, one" You said.
"Two" Timothee said.
"Three! " You said. You pointed at him, saying "you!". But, he had done the same thing to, he said you were the most fun from the whole dune film.
"Aww" John said. You realized that, you were blushing hard.
"Up to the final, special question, many fans have asked this, timothee, can you describe y/n kn french? " John asks.
"elle est belle, ma personne préférée dans le film, peut-être ma personne préférée dans le monde entier" Timothee says with a lot of emotions.
(she's beautiful, my favorite person in the film, maybe my favorite person in the whole world)
"elle est vraiment attentionnée, avec beaucoup de monde et je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher d'être jalouse" Timothee says.
(she's really caring, with a lot of people and I couldn't help but to be jealous)
"Je pense que j'ai des sentiments pour elle, mon amour"
(I think I have feeling for her, love)
"et je sais qu'il y aura un gars ou une fille française qui traduira ça, mais priez Dieu qu'elle ne le sache pas. c'est une belle, géniale, gentille personne et honnêtement je ne la mérite pas du tout mais c'est trop tard maintenant, je suis déjà tombé amoureux d'elle" He says
(and I know there's going to be a French guy or girl who is going to translate this, but, pray to God that she wouldn't know. she's a beautiful, great, nice person and I honestly don't deserve her, at all but it's too late now, I've already fallen for her)
"And I believe that's it, I guess" He says.
"That was great! I personally don't understand but, maybe there will be someone who will explain, well I'm ending soon so, thankyou so much for answering all of the questions! Goodnight and bye! " John says enthusiastically. Not you though, you and timothee looks like a dead zombie answering questions since seven in the morning to ten pm.
"Well, that's all guys, pack your stuff and you can go, goodnight! " Says the producer.
"Alright" You both said.
"Timmy! Goodnight" You said, waving at him. "Night, y/n" Timothee responses.
You walked down to your car in silence with your body guards, and got home safely.
You went upstairs, get cleaned up, and went for a good night sleep.
Everything was alright until a thousand notifications blew up on your phone.
"What the hell" You groaned, taking your phone. Though your eyes were blurry, you can still see.
Everyone one was tagging you all across the media.
"Oh my gosh, I'm French, and if you haven't watched the dune interview with buzzfeed, you're missing out! " The girl says and plays the audio.
'elle est belle, ma personne préférée dans le film, peut-être ma personne préférée dans le monde entier' the blurry audio says
"Timothee is saying how y/n is the best person in the world and later he says that he couldn't help but be jealous of people around her who she's nice with,OH MY GOSH, he says he thinks he has feelings for her, and that he doesn't deserve her but he has already fallen in love. Oh my gosh y'all" Says the girl.
You sat there for a second, trying to process what's going on.
Timothee, liking you back? Sounds like a daydream.
You opened your messages app to found timothee's was filled by apologizes, confession, and him saying sorry for a hundred times.
You wrote 'timmy, you don't need to say sorry, in fact, I love you too'. No, that's corny you changed it up a bit "timmy, you don't need to say sorry, in fact, I have feelings for you too".
You sent it with your eyes closed. Turning off the phone.
"Y/n, I have.. It's like love at first sight and since you've told me this, would you like, go out with me, I know I'm a sucker for asking this in chat but pleasee" The notification rings.
Well, you replied and, guess someone's going on a date.
In which an argument with Timothée makes you realize that you can’t live without each other
Warnings: angst, fighting, reader being hated by fans, hurt/comfort, totally inspired by Afterglow by miss Taylor Swift, happy ending, I’m in love with timothee chalamet. There is a fic i read once that was the primary inspiration for this but i have no idea what it was called or who it was by… (bold italics are flashbacks)
Paring: Timothée Chalamet x reader
You had blown things out of proportion and now you had no idea where your relationship laid. Were you broken up? Did you lose the man you loved with your entire being?
Your heart couldn’t accept it. He wasn’t around for you to have a conversation with him about it.
You were a mess.
Truth be told…so was he.
He couldn’t stay but it wasn’t because he didn’t want you anymore, quite the opposite actually. He left because he loved you. It scared him too much to think about.
He couldn’t handle seeing how much it all consumed you. The paparazzi, the fans, the hate.
All of it had gotten in your head, millions of thoughts rushing around
“Am I not good enough?” “What if he leaves me for someone better?” “How do I keep going?”
He sympathized with you, felt pity for you and a little bit of him felt what you were going through but he knew he could never fully comprehend how you felt everyday simply for loving him.
“You know I wouldn’t mind it if you came with me.” He said “I love coming back from work to find you waiting for me.”
“They’ll probably think I’m too clingy.” God knows what happened the last time you had gone with him while shooting a movie. You had dealt with an excessive amount of hate.
People calling you names, saying that you couldn’t leave him alone for one second. It all hurt but you couldn’t talk about it so you wouldn’t burden him. He’s already had to deal with so much.
“Who cares what they think?” He raised his voice “Are you seriously going to let some stupid comments get in the way of our relationship?” He asked rhetorically.
He was right but you couldn’t help feeling this way and you had bottled up so much, you were starting to feel angry.
“Why can’t you just fucking look at it the same way I do?! I have had to go through so much shit so i can be with you, the least you could fucking do is actually be there for me when I need you!” You finally snapped.
“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing all this time? I’ve done everything I can to make you happy and it still doesn’t work.”
“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.” You say it under your breath but the sigh he lets out lets you know that he heard you.
“For fuck’s sake…” it’s his turn to be angry. “What do you want me to do then? You want me to go on every form of media and tell them to stop saying shit on the internet because my girlfriend can’t stop letting stuff get into her head?”
“I never said that.”
“Well what the hell do you want me to do?!” You had never seen him this angry before and if you didn’t know him, you would think this anger was directed towards you.
“Just go, Tim. I really can’t talk about this right now.” You sigh.
“No, I’m not gonna leave without you, I’m not letting a bunch of mindless idiots on the internet ruin what we have!”
“Tim-“
“You don’t have a say in this so get up and come with me.”
“Timmy-“
“Just stop! you already have your bags packed so let’s go.”
Silence.
“Please…” He begged you.
“I’m sorry…” He was starting to get impatient.
“Fine. Have it your way.” Was the last thing he said before picking up his bag and slamming your shared apartment’s door.
And that’s when you truly lost it, finally bursting into tears after feeling all these emotions bubbling up throughout the past week.
You didn’t mean to make him sad but he also had to look at things from your perspective.
Now here you were, a few days after the argument, picking up the bags that you hadn’t unpacked ever since.
You grabbed your passport and headed out the door, making sure to lock it before making your way to the elevator.
It was going to be a long flight and you knew it but you would do anything to be with him again.
Finally arriving to your destination, a driver had been waiting for you to take you to the hotel he was staying at.
Your heart was racing and your palms were starting to sweat. You knew he wouldn’t be back until a few hours but you still couldn’t calm your nerves.
What if he didn’t want to see you? That’s ridiculous, he would be happy to fix things and start over…right? The only thing you could do was hold onto what little hope you had left and pray for the best.
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You sat on the bed and awaited his arrival, having slightly calmed down after walking into the room and catching his scent in the air.
Minutes felt like centuries passing by and you almost got up and tried to leave like you had never been here until you heard shuffling from behind the door.
It was dark and he wouldn’t be able to notice you were there at first glance and so you waited patiently until he had turned on the lights.
He was shocked, dropping the coffee cup he was holding.
“Shit!” He flinched as the liquid spilled on the carpet and his shoes.
“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you I-“ You got up quickly, making your way over to him and he just stared at you as if trying to figure out if he was too tired and imagining all of this or if you were actually in front of him right now.
He probably sensed your confusion because he cupped your cheeks, a part of him expecting you to fade away in the process.
But you didn’t, he was holding you.
You were real.
“Fuck it feels like forever ago when i last saw you.” He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in.
He pulls you in for a kiss and it’s the first time in what felt like an excruciatingly long week that you genuinely feel true relief.
You feel complete.
“God I missed you so much.” He sighs into your lips “I missed you too.” Your hands moved to wrap around the back of his neck.
“I’m so sorry, Tim.”
“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He says while caressing your cheek.
“No no i have to, I was so in my head that I didn’t even think about what this was doing to you.”
“I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve talked to you more, it’s my fault.” Timothée tells you.
“None of this is your fault, okay? Just please don’t ever leave me again. Those past few days have been hell without you.”
“I’m never going to leave you, wherever you go, I go.” He whispers, pulling you close so that your foreheads touch.
A/N: The last few posts have all been fluff, so I thought I'd post something more angsty. I'd also recommend listening to the song " I wanna be yours " by the Arctic Monkeys while reading, as this imagine was inspired by it.
Pairing: (fem)actress!reader x Timothée
Summary: During one of her many red carpets, the reader spots Timothée amongst the crowds, and can't help but wonder if he'll ever be hers.
So there you stood. It was exhilarating, to say the least. Screams uprose the minute your silver heels hit the red fabric, turning every head and every pair of eyes to you. However many times you did this was insignificant; you knew it would not be in your ability to fully comprehend where you were, nor the love and adoration you received from millions of people who called themselves fans. Your fans. How could any one human being be so cared for? You were no one special if truth be told, just a young girl who was willing to fight the battle of death to change life into the one she believed she was destined for. Deserved. A girl who hurt, not only those around her but herself without mercy to be great. So many laughed her off, and mocked her, but so did she, often drowning in her own criticism, hate and tears. Did that all matter now? Certainly not. Despite the pain, she did it. All these people before you, with admiration and jealousy in their eyes? They were here for you, to see you. And although primarily you were of no importance, you felt like a star, or a million dollar gem, standing, head high as they all screamed your name. The smile that was etched onto your face was undeniable, as you strode elegantly along the carpet, blinded by harsh flashes of white light that cornered and circled you, accompanied by the faces of strangers all shoving microphones in hopes of an answer from you to one of their questions that you heard oh-so-many times before. You had dreamed from the age of eleven to be recognised for your talent, and now you certainly were. You had dreamed of this. And you were absolutely loving it, absorbing every aspect and tiny detail until it made your head spin. As you walked, you were constantly attempted to be ushered here and there, but you simply smiled politely at each who did so and continued with a clear purpose.
You paused accoasionally turning this way and that, satisfying photographers with poses, smiles and waves to the fans. A shimmering Ralph Lauren dress draped over your body, incisions revealing snippets of skin, and paired with Valentino heels and Burberry accessories. It was understandably so that you felt as though you were soaring.
A little while later, you had eventually reached the interviewers, grinning as you recognised a handful. One greeted you, firstly commenting on your 'stunning' attire, and then proceeding to ask a series of questions. As expected, the majority were in relation to the evening or your character, so nothing too demanding. Time ran short on events as this, so the interviewer made sure he skimmed over the simpler questions to reach those that you would answer with more in-depth consideration. It was exactly during one of these questions that your eyes latched onto him, for the first time this evening.
You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours...
He had really outdone himself this time, somehow matching your idea of sequens while also bringing his usual bright and bold. He took your breath away, and slowly your concentration began to slip. Relunctantly, you trained your eyes back to the interviewer, finally delivering your rather impressive answer, however yor mind was someplace else.
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
This evening was long anticipated, but your stomach dropped each time you thought of him, standing right next to you. It was beyond question that it was not because you disliked him. No not at all.
Maybe I just wanna be yours
You looked at him, desire and adoration seen in your own eyes this time.
Just wanna be yours...
You could feel the surface glistening over, as you admired Timothée, whom you for so long craved to merely be in the same room as. And yet here you were, his co-actor for ten months, still with a shattered heart. Tragically, his eyes left the camera lenses and landed on your own instead. Your heart skipped a beat, as you searched his distant orbs for a sign, only one thought running through your head as the deafening noise surrounding you was silenced and the world slowed. Will you ever be mine? Because
Heyy so all I want is arguing/angst and smut like maybe timothée is super toxic
I knew I had a request for this somewhere!
I’ve been wanting to do a little blurb on a Toxic!Timmy AU, just to test it out and see what you guys think. I feel like I should apologize in advance, I’m so used to writing real Timmy and having everyone tell me they love the accuracy.
So please please pleeaaaassseee let me know what you think of this style! It’s definitely not our actual boy, but it was fun to explore a completely different character.
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Toxic
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Toxic
Timothée Chalamet x Reader
alternate universe where timmy is toxic. if you like fics where timmy is portrayed accurately, this isn’t for you. angst. smut. he’s just a terrible person in this, really. part two.
*obligatory mobile formatting apology*
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“Why are you lying to me when the proof is right there?!” You shouted. You were furious, which was something that wasn’t uncommon in your house. Once again, your boyfriend had been caught, and you had to sit back as the whole world watched your embarrassment.
“I wasn’t out anywhere with her!” Timothée shouted. You had to admit, he was a convincing liar, but that didn’t change anything. “You’re crazy! Why are you always looking for something wrong with me?!”
“There’s videos of you kissing her!”
“That’s not me!”
“Then why is she wearing your clothes?!” Your voice broke. You were fighting everything in you not to cry. You knew every time you cried he won. He would say you were just too emotional or that you were on your period, then brush the problem to the side.
“More than one guy can’t own the same pair of shorts?!” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He said your name but it landed on foreign ears. “Maybe you should go spend the night with your friend.”
“Why? So you can bring her over here and fuck her in my bed? Haven’t disrespected me enough yet, Timothée?” You spat.
“I don’t-!” He bit his lip and slapped his hand against the drywall. “We need to be apart until you get over whatever psychotic episode you’re having. Do you really believe I’d cheat-“
“Yes.” You cut him off. “Yes I do. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes. Don’t be so naïve, the both of us know this isn’t the first time.”
“Woman-“ His tone was graced with warning.
“Go to hell.” With that said, you stormed out of the room. You finally let the hot tears spill down your cheeks.
*
“Why do you keep letting him treat you like this?” Your best friend, Naomi, asked. You had been at her house for a few hours now after you stormed out. She was always the one to pick up your broken pieces whenever you and Timothée fought, which lately was more often than not.
“I don’t know.” You sighed. You were just as much of a liar as he was, though. Because you did know. You knew exactly why you accepted the behavior. You leant your head onto her shoulder, you were both sitting on her couch.
“Then stop it.” She said. “Come move in with me and Isaac. You can take the extra room-“
“I can’t do that.” You replied, feeling the tears run down your cheeks again. “I can’t leave him.”
“Yes you can.” She reassured you. “There’s nothing stopping you but yourself. You can get out of there and be done with him.”
“I can’t, I love him.”
“A man like that doesn’t deserve your love.” Her voice was softer now, you knew she felt bad for you. You didn’t want her to feel bad. “All he does is use you. You do everything for him and then he turns around and cheats. He’s not gonna have any better than you. And he needs to see that.”
“But he can change. He wasn’t like this when we got together. He can go back to being my Timmy. The fame got to his head. He’s only twenty-“
“Stop making excuses for him. When you came in here you were furious and now you’re begging off.” She sighed. “If it is the fame that went to his head, then he needs to experience it. Leave his ass and let him actually realize how good he has it with you. Maybe it’ll knock some sense into him.”
“Maybe you’re right.” You sighed and bit your lip. “He won’t be home. I can go get my stuff and disappear tonight.”
“Do you want me or Isaac to come with you?”
“No.” You said. “I can go alone.”
*
You did just that. Late that night, around midnight, you snuck back to your shared apartment. Quietly you unlocked the door and slipped inside. He would be out with friends at an hour like this, so you knew he wouldn’t—
“Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Timothée!” You heard a loud shout and a moan. At that instant your heart dropped into your stomach like a rock.
You could hear the bed creaking, you could hear her moans, the worst part was you could hear his moans. The ones that used to be reserved for you and you only.
You held your chin up and walked down the hall anyway, avoiding looking into the room with the open door, and went straight to collect your things. The girl must’ve seen you walk by because she shouted.
“Oh god I think someone broke in!”
You walked into your room, grabbed your favorite duffel bag, and began shoving random things into it.
A few moments later you heard footsteps and a door slam. You flinched to the loud noise.
“What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you said you were going to-“
“I did. And I came back to get some of my stuff. Is that a crime?” You snapped back. You were out of emotion to offer him. He didn’t deserve your emotion.
“You should’ve called first.”
“Called first to walk into a place I pay half rent on? Don’t be ridiculous.” For the first time that evening you looked toward him. He stood there, leaning against the door, naked, dick still hard. You shivered, throwing your erotic thoughts to the back of your mind. Now is not the time.
Unfortunately, it was too late. He had seen your reaction.
“Ohhh.” He sauntered over to you, playfulness on his voice. “Mad at me, taking all her stuff, running away, but still can’t keep her eyes off my cock?”
You were silent.
“You know I love you.” He said softly, taking your chin in between his fingers. He made you look at him.
“Do I?” You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter, though. You had wanted him to say that for so long. All you had wanted was for him to love you.
“You do.” He said. Within an instant his lips were on yours.
“Get rid of her.” You mumbled when his lips touched yours. “Get rid of her and I’ll stay.”
“Give me five minutes.” He broke the kiss and exited the room.
While he was gone, you stared at the duffel bag in your hands. Maybe he was right.
Maybe you were just overreacting. What did it really matter if he fooled around with others sometimes? He always came back to you. He was completely in love with you, he was addicted to you. Nobody could ever give him what you do. Those other girls may have him for a moment, but you always got him in the end. He was yours, and that’s something they couldn’t take from you.
You smiled softly to yourself and dropped the duffel bag. Maybe he did love you all this time and you were just too dumb to see it.
You walked out of the room to be met with Timothée, who was on his way back to you. You both stopped in your tracks. You smiled at him and felt giddiness well up inside of you. Finally, you were getting what you wanted.
Crashing into his room, lips on each other’s, his hands on your body, the way it was supposed to be. It didn’t take long for him to strip you of your bottoms and push you onto your back on the bed. He entered you quickly and fully, which made a shout erupt from your throat.
His lips stayed attached to your neck and his hips slammed against yours fervently. You were completely blissed out, you were finally feeling his skin on yours again. It was something that you had wanted for so long.
“Move back in here.” He muttered against your neck. “Back into our room.” Your heart soared. You wanted nothing more than that. To be his again.
“Ooohhh- okay.” You said with a giggle on your lips. “Ooh, that feels so good, Timothée.”
“So fucking tight.” He muttered as his hands explored your body. “So perfect for me.”
When all was said and done, you lied next to him in bed for the first time in ages. You watched him light up a cigarette, a habit of his you hated, but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“I love you, Timothée.” You said. You snuggled your face into his ribs and felt comfortable. Sleep slowly began to take you over.
“I know.”
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