requested: y - “Hii, could you make one about Timothée and reader having a toddler,and just pure fluff please 🫶🏻”
pairings: dad!timothee chalamet x mom!reader
warnings: fluff + child has been given a name + established relationship
a/n: this is short I’m sorry love!
silence never fills the walls of your New York apartment anymore— at least not since aurora, your daughter, was born.
her presence has been a blessing, there’s no doubt to that, but when the silence exists it’s deafening. which is why you’re concerned at six am when the pitter-patter of little feet against the hardwood floor is nonexistent. she’s only four, you think to yourself, there’s no way she’s learned to sleep in yet.
Timothee, your husband, is dead asleep beside you. he couldn’t of heard a tornado hit with the way he sleeps, and you don’t blame him. work and production of the upcoming films he was in were beginning to start, and sleep was lacking with not only a toddler, but work.
so yes, he had his reasons to sleep in, but aurora didn’t.
you heave out a worried sigh, throwing the blankets off your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. you slip on your slippers and trudge down the hall towards her bedroom. the homemade sign of her name Timothee made hangs loose on the door, the stickers her and Pauline stuck to the wood were fading, but stuck like glue. you push open the door carefully, to see her blinds are pushed open already, and she’s dressed herself.
“aurora,” your groggy voice jolts her head from the book in her lap, it’s timothees copy of dune that she stole because it reminder her of him. he spent months in the desert thinking of you two, and she spent months pretending the fat book in her lap was readable.
“mommy, is daddy awake?” she slips off the bed, book falling open onto the ground, she brushes past you headed straight for your bedroom door that’s closed. she doesn’t give you a second to reply, the man in the cozy bedroom is all she cares about and you don’t blame her. his presence was absent due to filming, any chance she got cozying up with him was a win in her book
you don’t have in your heart to warn her that he’s sleep. she’s already pushed open the door and by the time you slip into the dark room, she’s made herself comfortable in his arms. he’s barely awake, but when he felt her finger poke his chest, he unconsciously lifted his arms up.
you slip back under the sheets, turning in bed to look at the two. their mouths part the same way, their strains of curly brown hair fall over their faces in the exact same way.
you watch his eyes flutter open for a brief minute, he takes a look down at her, and then at you. your eyes are shut once again, forehead touching auroras, the two of you are sound asleep, and he doesn’t hesitate to sink further into the mattress and let sleep wash over him.
It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.
You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.
Until a few hours ago.
You think about it as you remove your gaze from his front door and tip toe into the bathroom. You never thought he'd convince you to stay the night, but here you are peeing in his overly expensive, self-cleaning toilet and washing your hands with $60 hand soap that smells like vanilla and lavender. You drag a hand over your face as you make your way back out, avoiding the temptation of the front door this time on your way back to his room.
The door is open the way you left it, and you walk softly into his room, jolting a little when you see Timothee sitting up in the bed. He's got his thin, white sheet draped over his naked bottom half and even though he looks half asleep, he also looks sad. Your heart breaks a little as you realize this is what he looks like when he wakes up and you aren't there.
"Relax," you whisper "I'm still here." You crawl back into Timothee's bed, climbing over his body to get back to your favorite spot on his mattress. "I told you I'd stay," you tease him in a whisper and kiss his shoulder.
Timothee relaxes a little, laying back down, holding his arm out for you to cuddle into him.
"Would it be so bad?" he asks after a few moments of silence. You thought he'd fallen back asleep, but he must have been thinking.
"What?" you answer.
"Being my girlfriend."
"Timothee-"
"No seriously, what would be so bad about it? You're used to fame, so that wouldn't be an adjustment for you. We both have crazy schedules, so you wouldn't have to worry about one of us being busier than the other. And I know everything about you, y/n. Everything."
You laugh at his confidence. He definitely knows everything about you. You'd been sleeping with him for twelve years and been friends for longer. But you weren't going to let him think he knows everything. "You don't know shit, Chalamet."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm, though it's cute that you think you do."
Timothee turns over on his side, facing you. He gives you a quick kiss that instantly turns into a deeper one. You whine when he pulls away, wanting his tongue in your mouth. He's close still, his lips grazing yours occasionally when he talks. "I know everything about you, y/n. Platonically, sexually, mentally. I know everything."
You study his face for a moment. He looks quite sure of himself. "Okay then," you say "five facts about me that no one else knows in five minutes."
"Easy."
"Go on then."
"Number one, I know that if I drag my fingertips across your back" Timothee slides his hands under the back of your shirt, demonstrating his words. "I can have you asleep in less than ten minutes."
You roll your eyes, knowing it's true. He's gotten you to sleep that way many times before.
"Four more, tick tock," you tease him.
"Number two, I know how much anxiety ordering food gives you, so I know your order at every restaurant we've ever been to, so you don't even have to say anything."
His fingers are still tracing lines up and down your back and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes against him.
"Number three, I know that if I kiss your neck right here" Timothee demonstrates his words again, placing the softest kiss to the side of your neck. "I can have you ready for sex almost instantly."
"Ugh, fuck off, Timothee."
He's right again.
You're pretty sure he takes two extra minutes just kissing your neck, the fucker, and you let him because it feels so good.
"Number four, I know that" he pulls you on top of him so that you're straddling his waist "when you're riding my dick, I have to hold your right here because it feels so good, they shake." Timothee's hands grip your thighs, his long fingers indenting the skin on your legs.
"Number five, I know that if I suck one of your nipples into my mouth" He removes a hand from your thigh and removes your shirt. Immediately, he uses his index finger to circle one of your nipples. It hardens instantly at his teasing and peppers your skin in chills "I can get you to do whatever the fuck I want."
You're silent for a minute, feeling his hard dick under you. You contemplate holding it and sliding down onto it but decide to show him he's not the only one who knows everything about the other.
"How'd I do?" Timothee asks.
"Not bad," you admit. You tease his cock with your pussy, sliding him through your wet folds. "But now it's my turn."
"Can I fuck you first?"
"No, Timmy, you can't."
Timothee groans, pressing his erection against your heat.
"You know, you can't call me 'Timmy' and not let me fuck you."
You smile knowingly, satisfied in the use of a secret weapon you learned about not too long ago while having dinner in a very public setting.
"Patience is a virtue, Timothee. Anywho, Number one, I know that when I whisper in your ear, it gives you these cute little chills all over your skin." You lean forward letting your folds slide across his hard dick again. Timothee groans softly through gritted teeth, shaking his head slowly at you. "Like this," you whisper once you're inches from his ear and like you said, you feel his skin prickle with chills. You run your hands over his arms, still gripping your thighs just the way you like, attempting to erase some of the chills you created with your warmth.
"Skip the rest and let me fuck you, y/n," Timothee begs.
"But I've got four more," you pout.
Timothee groans again, pushing his dick against you.
"Number two, I know tha-"
Your words catch in your throat as Timothee shifts on his bed, flipping you onto your back. His knees nudge your legs open, and he runs his nose along your neck until he finds the spot that makes you weak. He kisses it lightly before sucking the skin into his mouth.
"Give it up, y/n. You know it's me you think about when someone else is trying...and failing...to make you come. You know it's me you've been talking yourself out of for years. Over a decade worth of depriving yourself of the one thing you know you need the most. Why? I'm right here and I'm entirely yours. Take me."
Your eyes bounce back and forth between his, until your lips crash into each other's. Tongues winding and twisting fighting for dominance. You love him. You always have and there is no escaping him. There never will be. Timothee breaks your heated kiss and begins lining his way down to your breasts in kisses. He licks around your nipple once he's reached his destination, then suck it into his mouth. And just like he said, in that moment, you're willing to do whatever he wants.
"Be mine and no others," he says to you in between kisses to your soft skin.
"Whatever you want," you say breathlessly.
"No. Say it. Say you'll be mine and mine alone."
Timothee slides a finger along your folds of your pussy, gently pressing a finger inside to you see if you're ready for him. When he decides your wet enough, he lines himself up with you entrance. You're bracing for him; your legs are wide open and waiting but so is he.
"Y/n."
"You can't leave me when things get hard. You can't give up on us, because I can't lose you, Timothee. If I tell you yes, then this is it."
"That's all I've ever wanted."
"I mean it; you can't leave me."
"Y/n," Timothee said, as he pushed all the way inside of you, "I'd never dream of leaving you."
Pairing: Timothee Chalamet x f!Reader
Summary: Reader has been absolutely filthy in the DMs and when she meets Timothée unexpectedly, he wants her to make good on her promises.
Warnings: Smut (oral - male receiving), sexualizing a celebrity, technically a power imbalance, curse words.
Word count: 2k
There was no way he’d ever see your DMs. He probably got thousands of messages a day; yours would get lost in a sea of countless others. And he was rarely ever on Twitter…
Still, you’d occasionally send some DMs anyway, just for the hell of it. It started tame. Telling him how much you loved his work, how excited you were for the next Dune movie… Small things like that.
And then the thirst started.
It was all because of the Oscars… The damn Oscars. God, he looked so good. You felt like you were going to explode the second the shirtless image of him appeared on your TV screen. In the heat of the moment, you whipped out your phone and began typing every lewd thought that popped into your head.
Everything about him was perfect, from his hair down to the smallest details, like the rings on his fingers. You drank in every image you could find of his bare chest. Before you knew it, you were composing the nastiest paragraph you’d ever written in your life (up until that point, at least) and hitting send without a second thought.
God, it’s almost unfair how perfect you are. You’re so fucking sexy in your sparkly little jacket. I wanna taste every inch of you. I want you to fuck my mouth and make me gag on your cock. I want your cum running down my throat. I want you to fuck me so hard and fast that all I know is your name. I want you to absolutely obliterate me. I wanna be your personal fuckdoll… I’m fucking dripping just thinking about it. I need you inside me so fucking bad. I’m such a needy slut for you.
That was just the first one, and as time went on, they grew more graphic. It became an outlet, a way to get all of this sexual energy out. Your messages ranged from short, innocent sentences to long, erotic paragraphs detailing all of the depraved things you wanted him to do to you.
But he’d never see it.
Right?
***
The club was full of drunk, sweaty bodies. You were perfectly content to stand in the corner all night with your best friend, Jess, and sway to the music, feeling the bass vibrate through the floor.
“Hey, isn’t he that guy you’re so obsessed with?” Jess asked, pointing discreetly to a group of guys in the corner.
Your jaw dropped as you realized you were standing in the presence of the Timothée Chalamet. He was with a group of friends and appeared to be having a good time. Your heart began to race in your chest.
“Come on,” Jess said, taking in your stunned appearance. She tugged your hand, starting to lead you in his direction, but you pulled back.
“Are you fucking insane? I can’t just walk right up to him, I’ll literally drop dead on the spot.”
“Okay, fine, don’t talk to him.” She held back a laugh at your outburst. “But you know if you don’t at least stand in the same general vicinity as him, you’ll hate yourself forever.”
Damn. You hated when she was right.
You both weaved through the crowd, strategically placing yourselves closer and closer every few moments without making it too obvious.
You fought the urge to keep glancing at him, though all you wanted to do was drink in his appearance. You weren’t sure you’d ever get the chance to see him in person again.
Jess was talking about something Britney had said to her earlier - you weren’t really paying too much attention - when you tried to steal a glance at exactly the wrong moment.
His eyes met yours.
And instead of looking away and pretending nothing had happened like a normal person would in this circumstance, you froze. Your eyes widened, giving you a slight deer-in-the-headlights expression. He broke into that adorable, lopsided smile you loved so much.
Then, to your surprise, he started moving toward you.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whispered to Jess.
“Wha-”
“Hey, I’m Timothée,” he said. Jess’s eyes widened, too, as she processed the situation. Holy fuck he was so close, you could smell him now. And he smelled good.
“I… I know,” you replied stupidly, the awe evident in your voice.
“I’m Jess, and this is (Y/N),” she stepped in for you. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
“You too,” he smiled. His eyes flicked back to you. His brow furrowed and his head tilted to one side as he took you in, but after a few seconds, he shook his head. “Sorry, have we met before?”
“Umm…” You pretended to think for a second, even though you’d definitely remember if you’d met this literal god before. “Nope, I don’t think so.”
“Hm… Weird. I thought I recognized you from somewhere.”
You shrugged this off; he’d probably met so many fans in so many countries, there was bound to be at least one other girl somewhere who somewhat resembled you.
He was extremely nice and offered to take photos with you. He hung around to chat for a few minutes before excusing himself back to his friends. Besides your general awkwardness - which he was probably used to, judging by the way he easily brushed it off - the interaction couldn’t have gone any better.
“He’s literally my future husband,” you told Jess dreamily as you both watched him walk away.
“Not if I marry him first,” she joked.
“Hey! At least share!” You pouted.
She jokingly stuck her tongue out at you, and then her eyes scanned the room. “Well, if my marriage to Timmy doesn’t pan out, I think I just found his replacement. Mind if I go dance?”
“Nah, go right ahead,” you replied. You leaned against a wall, focusing on your phone. You posted your photo with Timmy to Instagram, and then popped onto Twitter to make the photo your profile pic. Your moots were about to go feral. For a moment, your thumb hovered over the messages icon.
Ah, why not?
Hot sweatpants, cutie. I’ll make you sweat and pant;)
You chuckled a little to yourself. God, that was a cringey one. Still, it was just for your entertainment, so why not?
You continued scrolling through Twitter, enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame as you were bombarded by a million questions, each more unhinged than the last (‘What did he smell like?’ ‘Who was he with?’ ‘Did you lick his hand? I would’ve licked his hand’ etc). You were in the middle of replying to someone when you heard a voice beside you.
“I know where I recognized you from!”
Your eyes met his green ones and your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t expecting any more attention from Timothée, but obviously welcomed it.
“Where’s that?” you asked, trying to be nonchalant. He pulled up his phone and showed you the screen.
Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. You were horrified as you took in Timothée’s view of your DM’s. He must have turned his read receipts off. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he scrolled up in the conversation a little.
“This is one of my favorites, ‘My ass is grass and I want you to mow it.’ Or that time you just sent the link to Deep Throat by Cupcakke.”
“Oh, god,” you said, putting your head in your hands. You couldn’t even deny that it was you; the profile picture gave you away. You wanted to spontaneously combust. “I didn’t think you’d actually see that.”
“I could tell…” he chuckled. Thankfully, he scrolled past your more… needy messages and focused on the ironic ones. “‘I would let you break my back in half, spit in my mouth, dislocate my jaw, pee on me, rip out my intestines, and then hit me with your car and I’d still be your biggest fan.’”
“Ugh, God,” you groaned.
He smirked at you and you swore his eyes flicked down to your lips for a split second. When he spoke again, the joking tone had disappeared. “You think you’re my biggest fan?”
Your mouth opened but no words came out. You drew in a sharp breath. “I- uh… y-yeah.”
His voice dropped dangerously low; you were sure no one else could hear. “Would you be willing to prove it?”
His words swam around in your head and you struggled to make sense of them. Surely, you had misunderstood… You blinked, watching as his tongue swiped over his lips.
“Absolutely.”
Before you could even process what was happening, he had taken your hand and led you down a hallway, somehow unseen by anyone else. He slipped you into a bathroom and shut the door behind you both.
Pressing you against the door, he attached his lips to yours.
You felt yourself relax into him as he kissed you deeply. Suddenly, your shy side had disappeared and in its place stood the horndog who had written all those DMs. You gently bit his bottom lip and he wound his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he ground against you. You practically moaned; he was already hard. You reached down, stroking him through his pants. He was just as big as you’d imagined.
You pushed him back until he was leaning against the sink and were on your knees in an instant, tugging down his sweatpants. You licked your lips as his dick sprang free.
“Love reading your desperate little messages over and over again…” he sighed, his head dropping back a little as you stroked him slowly.
“Mmm… Yeah?” you smirked, taking the tip between your lips and sucking lightly. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open as he gripped the counter for support. You could tell he was restraining himself from bucking his hips up into you.
“Fuuuuckkk yeaaah,” he hissed. Slowly, teasingly, you began to descend on him. “God, I jack off nearly every day to them… Love seeing how needy you are for me.”
Your brain practically stopped working; the situation you found yourself in was too good to even begin to comprehend. Timothée Chalamet had just admitted to enjoying your depraved fantasies while his dick was in your mouth. Your pussy was dripping.
You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head torturously slow. He seemed to understand the game you were playing and was happy to give you more.
“Sometimes I go onto your profile and scroll through your selfies and imagine fucking you just like you want me to.” One of his hands weaved into your hair, but he didn’t apply any pressure just yet. You took all of him in your mouth now, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You came back up slowly, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft.
“Fuck,” he hissed again. You started to bob your head faster now. After a few moments, his restraint wavered and he began to thrust into you. You blinked up at him, eyes full of nothing but pure adoration as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so fucking good for me… Gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?”
“Mmmhm,” you hummed and he gasped at the feeling of your throat vibrating. He released another string of curses before you felt his hot cum shooting down your throat. You absolutely savored the moment, taking in every drop you could. You never wanted to forget this feeling; this taste.
You bobbed your head a couple more times before pulling off, causing his legs to tremble. He caught his breath, pulling his pants back up. He looked down at you, knelt on the floor before him, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
He held out a hand to help you up, which you took. You frowned, unhappy that your encounter was over.
But as if reading your mind, he took your face in his hands. “Don’t look so disappointed. I’m not finished with you yet, love.”
Summary: Timothée is the best remedy for a sleepless night.
Pairing: Timothée x reaader
Fluff!
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You had no sense of what time it was when you woke up. Your body was fitted snuggly in his arms, skin against skin.
You felt his heartbeat against your own chest, finding comfort in the steady rhythm, a sharp contrast to the troubling dream that had startled you awake.
You swallowed hard, training your eyes on him.
He looked like nothing short of an angel in the iridescent rays of the moon. They illuminated his gentle face, all the faint freckles that generously dusted his face. You could make out the outline of his soft lips, a perfect shade of pink, that begged to be kissed. And so you did.
You reached out and carefully tucked a stray curl behind his ear and leaned in. Despite the many times it had happened before, your breath seemed to be stolen right from you every time your lips touched his. They were soft and sweet, moulding with yours.
You pulled away, eyes landing back on his form, in utter awe of the notion you call him yours. Your favourite person, whom your heart belonged to enternally.
Just then, the arms draped around your waist tightened their grip, and you felt the mop of chocolate locks tickling your skin as Timothée buried his face in the crook of your neck.
Incoherent mumbling reached your ears, as he placed small kisses on your shoulder.
Your hand travelled to his back, tracing designs on the tender skin there.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," you whispered, unsure if he was even fully awake. You waited patiently for a response, marvelling on the sensation of his hot breath against your neck.
"It's alright, sweetness."
And after a short pause, "your heart is beating really fast. Bad dream?"
God, how was he so utterly perfect? The attention he paid to every aspect of you made you melt in the most wonderful of ways. You felt so seen.
"Yes, but nothing too bad"
He gave your waist a short squeeze before he lifted his head, locking gazes.
His eyes were hooded with sleep, but they were warm and loving and promised peace.
You allowed yourself to get lost in them, while his hand racked through your tangled hair, fingertips massaging you scalp ever so delicately.
He gave you a comforting smile before prompting you to lay your head on his chest.
As you lay there, head following the rising and falling of his chest, a sweet melody tumbled out of his lips. The words kept tripping over one another, and his voice was raspy from sleep - yet to you, it was the sound of angels.
You felt so safe enveloped in his embrace, gazing in the eyes that felt like home.
heyy, I absolutely loved you timothée's fake ig posts. if you don't mind, could you do a part 3 for that one with blanca as face claim? that's ok if not. ty <3
social media au | timothee chalamet
click here for part one
click here for part two
pairing: timothee chalamet x celebrity!reader
warnings: swearing?? should be about it
a/n: HELLO!!!! it's been a hot minute! life has been lifing pretty hard right now (not even necessary in a bad way just in a "a lot" way) and so i've barely had time to breathe let alone post stuff on tumblr! but alas, winter break is here and i thought why not!!!! hope everyone's doing well & that you're happy with part 3 nonnie, even if it took me a literal eternity!! enjoy :) oh and also merriest of chritsmases to everyone celebrating!!!!
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yourinstagram
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yourinstagram fries before guys ;)
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sydney_sweeney too cute
yourfan97 oh to be a fry on y/n's place...
yourfan62 timothee chalamet is stronger than me because if y/n were to look at ME this way, i would be a puddle on the floor and in no way or shape capable of taking a picture of any kind of her 😭
tchamalet but not all guys right????
yourinstagram obviously
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timmyfan81 timmy really won the jackpot with y/n huh??????
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tchalamet stay spooky
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zendaya scary boi
yourinstagram the scariest
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florencepugh you should do a edward scissorhands reboot lol
tchalamet this is my petition for just that
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timmyfan72 he literally looks so good how?????
timmyfan99 pov you've never seen edward scissorhands and now don't want to unless timmy plays edward
yourinstagram the edward to my kim ♥️
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yourfan62 no but i'm like 113% convinced this was a couple's costume you cannot change my mind ever
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tchalamet feliz cumpleaños mi amor ❤️
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yourfan62 will i ever be okay with this??? the answer is NO NEVER EVER EVER
timmyfan89 timmy really is beyond in love with her it's too cute i literally can't 😭😭😭😭
tomholland2013 hey y/n happy birthday mate!
yourinstagram thanks tom!!!
timmyfan91 happiest of birthdays to the one that makes timmy the happiest (thus making us fans even happier) 🤍
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yourinstagram ti amo ❤️
tchalamet ❤️❤️
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yourfan62 NO BECAUSE WHO GAVE THEM THE FUCKING RIGHT TO BE THIS FUCKING PERFECT IM LITERALLY SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AAAHHHHH
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timmyfan73 they are my literal parents i do not care what anyone has to say i am their child and that's that
yourfan93 WHERE DO YOU HAVE THIS FROM?????
yourfan62 they were seen together in LA not too far from timmy's house yesterday 😭😭
timmyfan66 honestly i'd bet my left foot that they're living together i mean she's seen there CONSTANTLY now even when he seems to be out of town
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yourinstagram forever vacay w u <3
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jennaortega too cute!!
florencepugh crashing your vacation next time cause this just looks too good to pass up on
yourfan62 ok but they are literal soulmates i said what i said
timmyfan18 the arms around her neck no i'm nOt okay 😭😭
tchalamet forever & always
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tchalamet 365.
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haileesteinfeld can't believe it's already been a year of you and tiny foot!!!!
yourinstagram my feet aren't tiny his are just... never mind 💀
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timmyfan71 HOW HAS IT BEEN A YEAR ALREADY WHAT???
harrystyles i do feel entitled to credit considering that i took this masterpiece of a picture
yourinstagram & counting
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yourfan62 NO BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TELLING EVERYONE FOR CLOSE TO A YEAR TOO I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN CALLING THIS FROM THE BEGINNING IM A FUCKING GENIUS
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yourinstagram time really does fly by fast when you're happy, huh? can't believe it's already been a year of absolute and utter bliss with my favorite person by my side ❤️ here's to infinity to come!!!
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yourfan62 i wanna gloat but i'm also crying because these two are absolute and utter perfection 😭😭😭
timmyfan90 thanks for making timmy happy you're literally all he talks about in interviews!!!
niallhoran happy anniversary bubs!
zendaya otp
timmyfan19 i want what they have 😭
tchalamet i love you
yourinstagram my everything 🤍
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timmyfan82 timothee posted this picture on his story yesterday of him and yourinstagram in the car together and honestly my life has not been the same since 😭
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yourfan62 they are literal couple goals i can't with them honestly
timmyfan18 the way there's nothing i wouldn't do for them
timmyfan73 no bc if they ever break up i will NEVER believe in true love ever again 😭
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yourinstagram addition to the family <3 say hi to oscar!!!!
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haileesteinfeld omg oscar's the cutest thing ever!!!! can't wait to hang out with him soon 🥺
florencepugh the cutest wee little puppy i have ever seen
yourfan62 THEY GOT A PUPPY TOGETHER I REPEAT THEY GOT A PUPPY TOGETHER!!!!!!!!
timmyfan77 never have a i ever wanted to be a dog more than i do right about now
tchalamet oscar's officially my second favorite living thing in the world
vanityfair If the future of Hollywood is in the hands of Oscar nominee y/f/n, then it’s a very bright future ahead!! Young Hollywood actress Miss y/f/n is now a two time Oscar nominee, whom not only are we rooting for but are also very excited to see what she will be wearing at this years ceremony!
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y/nfan101 istg if she doesn’t win this year then the oscar’s are officially rigged
y/i/nfan69 my queen better not get robbed of this award again
randomfan5 boring.
timmyfan2 i am praying her and timmy go together
y/nfan777 same, my life will be complete 😃
timotheefan56 not even a big fan of y/n but i’m low-key rooting for her
y/nfan90 let’s talk abt how hot she looks…
y/nfan25 fr like vanity fair rlly knows what their doing
randomfan00 i have never seen this women in my life but she is fineee
y/i/nfan7 i’m in love with her…
timotheefan052 i think we can all agree that y/n deserves this award so much like her acting is just top tier😫
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y/i/n I can’t even belive how lucky i am to even be nominated for a second Oscar. Thank you all so much for supporting me along the way, i love you with all my heart xoxo-y/n <3
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y/nfan555 omg we love you so much y/n you deserve this so much❣️
y/nfan6 this is why you y/n will always be my favourite celebrity
timmyfan90 thanks for the timmy content, this is why we love u
y/i/nfan69 fuck…you are so goddam hot
y/nfan82 this is so real
randomfan5 u smoke??
florencepugh so proud of you my star 🥲🥲❤️
y/i/n love you 😏❣️
timotheefan775 give me your talent😫😫
timfan19 omg my man
y/i/nfan72 live laugh love y/n <3
y/nfan777 mother
bellahadid omg my baby’s all grown up😓genuinely so proud of you y/n <333
y/i/n love you sm babe😫❣️
randomfan09 i’m not a major fan of y/n but i’m so glad she’s finally getting the recognition she finally deserves!!
timfan3 overrated🥱
y/nfan16 since when tf was she overrated ??
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enews Here she comes…Miss y/f/n 👏🏻looking amazing as always #Oscars. (📷:Getty)
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y/nfan00 her outfit did not fail at all
y/nfan555 i will never stop loving this women😭
timmyfan06 okay i get why timmy’s dating her now
y/i/nfan69 i physically cannot
timfan25 a tear ran down my leg…
y/nfan1 so real for this
randomfan89 bit scandalous
y/nfan61 she’s so pretty omg, she never fails
y/i/nfan17 istg if this bitch doesn’t win
timfan12 omg did u see timmy being a little fan boy😭😭
timothèefan557 yes omg he’s actually so cute
y/nfan09 their defo the best couple on the internet
hii! omg I’m so excited to ask for a request with timmy. There’s this kind of video called ‘waking up with y/n (celebrity)’ so she’s an actress and of course tim sneaking into their routine as a couple and just sharing fun facts about them. I think they are absolutely the couple that started being besties, like they are hilarious, cringy and always being funny with each other. So excited to read everything, pls no pressure and take your time <33
house tour
hi lovie!! I was afraid I lost this but i found it at the bottom of my drafts so whew ksjdsk but I’ve worked hard on this so I hope y’all like it!! just a fluffy house tour and all cute and nice house stuff which I got too much into the writing/research
just a lot of fun, house tours, kinda showing off, just tim embracing the fruits of his labour, we know home boy works hard so he deserves a nice space to relax after all that
husband! timothee chalamet x wife!reader
genre(s): fluff, slice of life, domestic
warning(s): none really, sex joke if you squint, G rated nonetheless, tooth sickening fluff
word count: 1.8k words
You open the door early in the morning to welcome the crew in. Architectural’s Digest has always loved your style not only in fashion but also in the rare snippets of the interior design of the places you lived in. They’ve messaged you for years, always politely declining in name for privacy, but perhaps this time was right.
“And I’m Timothee Chalamet. And welcome to our humble home! Come on in, come on in guys.”
The camera pans through your spacious doorway, adorned in modern yet slightly boho chic fashion in your abode. Elements of you and Timothee were equally sprinkled all over the decor and atmosphere of the house, making it your home, your escape away from the world.
“We’re away from home a lot due to work, but whenever we are, we make it count.” You say, looking and showing the crew around as Timmy trails behind you like a wide eyed puppy.
Immediately greeted by the living room, designed intentionally to entertain and welcome. With plush, upholstered couches and loveseats surrounded by minimalist yet artful paintings and sculptures, it’s become the ultimate rest and relaxation for you both and guests alike.
Jumping into the couch next to you, circling his arms around you and nuzzling his nose against your neck, which causes you to erupt in giggles.
“Ah, it tickles- but we love decompressing and coming home after long days to just really recharge and get some rest. I’ve fallen asleep into deep naps here so many times!”
Showing records of Kid Cudi to the exquisite library collection you had both assembled together from your own book inventories, it truly was a place that blended you and him.
The camera pans towards your spacious dining room with several chairs around the dining table, before showing the island that encompasses your kitchen, made to entertain and host parties often.
“Ever since we got this place, we’ve had family and friends come over really often. In fact, my mom loves this place so much she’s usually here at least once a week!” Timmy chuckles warmly, eyes softening at the mention of his beloved mom, and you can’t help but smile with him.
“Tim’s become a better cook in the months we’ve moved into this place too which is awesome.”
“I can cook up a nice lasagna too, if you guys are hungry.” He offers jokingly, much to the amusement of the visitors filming you both.
The next room over is close to the stairs, yet you guide the crew into the room as you rotate the door knob and enter a modern office.
“Now this is my personal space, to answer emails, read scripts, communicate with my team who makes all my work possible.” Timothee explains as he walks around the spacious room and guides everyone along by his neatly arranged desk and ergonomic gaming chair.
The camera pans over to personalized nick nacks with Timothee’s interests and personality splattered all over, from the signed Kid Cudi posters, his acting awards proudly displayed on a shelf, his Paul Atreides doll and a framed painting he commissioned of you both on the eve of your engagement dinner.
“This door leads to my wife’s own office. We have our own space to do our work, but she’s just a door step away so I know I can spend time with her between our busy schedules.” He shares shyly as he swings the white door towards your own little office, smiling fondly at you as you march ahead of him to show your space.
“I really decorated this space to be a space for me, to be able to work on my writing and projects without distraction. I can separate my work life here and then relax and recharge in the other spaces of our home. With filming on sets, Timmy is away for long stretches at a time but sometimes he tags me along and it’s really fun!” You exchange a loving look with your husband, as if blissfully unaware and forgotten the camera and crew were present.
He sneaks a gentle peck on your forehead before taking your hand in his, leading you down the spiraling staircase as the staff follow you love birds into the basement level.
“Ok, so this is where the real party starts haha.” Tim retorts, rubbing the back of his neck with a mischievous grin.
A cozy entertainment space with plush, luxurious cushioned couches and loveseats sprinkled in the open space. He jumps into the massage chair you gifted him shortly after you moved in, an audible smack sound picked up by the microphone hovering over him, as the sound engineer couldn’t help but laugh.
“I said I’ve always felt like an old soul, but guess my wife felt I was an old man too so she got me this massage chair-”
“Hey! You always complained your back hurt and you wouldn’t stretch especially after long hours on planes, so I got you this as a surprise when you got back from press tour.” You correct him teasingly, snickering as you cross your arms as you watch him unfold and relax on that machination that cost thousands of dollars but was worth every cent seeing him relaxed.
“This thing has been a huge help after long days at work. She’s the best thing to come home to and I’m so thankful for her.” He looks into the camera, shaking his head with a smile so wide it could blind you.
“And you are the best thing to come into my life, mon cher.” You can’t help but tear up, as the crew swoon and squeal over your cuteness, but you pull him up from the massage chair, wanting to wipe away that giant pout on his face as you walk over to the movie room.
An in-house movie theatre with a magnanimous projected flat screen that reached ceiling to floor took over the room as you opened the sound proof door, presented with leather movie house chairs with inclines, massage options built in, and own cup holders not only for you both but for guests you’d invite over.
“I’m in love with film, and love watching things over and over again at the comfort of my own home, but Timmy is so patient to accompany me here sometimes.”
“We host our own movie parties here too, whether it be mini premieres or replays of classics on top of a themed birthday party.”
Back to the open space was a dance floor with a sparkling mirror ball, light up dance floors, a dj booth and stereo speaker system, and an island booth and bar with sleek high chairs.
“The party continues after watching the movies/tv shows or we have chill jazz nights here like last week.” Timmy explains as he shows the space around.
“Let’s head back upstairs to see our guest rooms and the master bedrooms as well.” You tilt your head back upstairs before everyone follows behind you.
A quick few cuts shows in the camera of the minimalist, sparsely decorated guest bedroom with a brand new full sized mattress, light grey goose down comforters and thick memory foam pillows.
“Sometimes my sister Pauline sleeps over, or my parents come over even if they don’t live that far off either.” He comments fondly at the mention of his family.
“Now let’s see the master bedroom, saving best for last hey?” You don’t miss Timothee’s rather suggestive look hidden from the camera that you can’t help but giggle and roll your eyes at. You made sure any sex toys and anything insinuating non-PG, 18+ content would be hidden from prying eyes in your storage room.
The master bedroom you shared with your husband was a perfect combination of you and him, your interests and personalities blending into one from the furniture, colour scheme and aesthetic picked out. A California king sized bed was surrounded with a dresser on either side, lamps chosen tastefully.
“One thing we’re most proud of, before we show you the balcony and open space patio we have are our walk-in closets.”
“I know there’s a dividing sliding door between our closets, but you always sneak in and wear my clothes too.”
“You borrow my stuff too, you always say you have an extended wardrobe.”
An ornate, almost baroque aesthetic of cream and beige surrounds your well lit walk in closets, maintained with dehumidifiers and separate temperature controls for the vintage, collectors items that can cost over a thousand dollars easily, before a separate corner for your more day-to-day, common clothes.
Your jewelry, accessories and shoes lined up in neatly arranged shelves sparkle under the chandelier you handpicked, mix of costume jewelry with the custom pieces Timmy gets you for birthdays, anniversaries or even just-so gifts (which you scold him when he spends on rather expensive things without consulting you even if his next movie salary dwarfs that easily), but you’ve arranged it in a way that you don’t show everything in your house to gather suspicion or interest from robbers.
Past the divider was Timothee’s side of his walk in closet, the basic design of the space identical to yours yet his clothes were so distinctly him that you couldn’t blame yourself from borrowing his pieces almost as a silent declaration that you were his and he was yours to the world. It was like shouting from the roof top when you would smell his cologne on the shirts and hoodies you’d wear from his closet.
Familiar pieces such as his Heaven shirt, his Glossier hoodie, his thrifted sweater, his signature Haider custom pieces in well-preserved stands that kept them wrinkle free.
Your bedroom on the other side opens up to a picturesque open balcony that presented amazing views of Manhattan, the city that you loved so much.
Finally, you finished your house tour with the open space in the green grass of your balcony, with oak trees full of leaves falling as they turned orange and red, hints of autumn seeping through.
“It’s so cozy and warm here, its spacious enough in the city that you can get away and block away any noises from the traffic outside.”
“Would you guys be open to getting a pet here maybe?” The AD producer asks curiously, admiring the view in front of him.
“Who knows? We’re conflicted on whether to get a dog or a cat. Tim’s more eager to get a dog while I was more of a cat person.” You reply.
“We’d probably get both but who comes first is a sensitive topic!” He exclaims excitedly, hands swinging around in passion and you couldn’t be more in love with your dorky, artsy, passionate and intelligent husband.
