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“Look at me, it's Timmy T, Boutta hit 'em with a Z-T-E-S-T, Let's do a problem”

Stilgar: Lisan Al-Gaib!!!!!

The more I delve into the universe created by Frank Herbert, the more shocked and surprise I become as things unveil like a knot in a rope. It looks simple, it looks like any child’s play but only if you understand which side to pull first to loosen it all together. I have honestly never been into something this deep like I am for Dune. Both the movies and the books reveal something so poignant that you can’t compare which one is better. The book Chani is nothing but a simple love interest that was created by Paul when he revealed he saw them being married and having kids. It was forced, book Chani had no character revelation instead of being a colonial fremen controlled by a freak created by a Bene Gesserit. But the movie Chani unveils its own narrative of how she chose Paul as a love interest even though he was the son of a Duke. Chani respected Paul as he was doing everything to be a part of the people where men and women are both equal. The equality that Paul chose to become a part of the Fremen made Chani fall for him out of respect and devotion. Everything makes sense but at the same time it doesn’t because as time will pass, upcoming parts of Dune will unveil a new story line and I’m honestly excited to see how they will now portray the characters of women whether it be of princess Irulan, Lady Jessica or Chani herself. The entire movie of Dune: Part 1 revolves around the narration of how Chani is a fedaykin surviving and serving for the people of Arrakis, were as Dune: Part 2 revolves around the importance of the desert spring, that how her tear drop with the water of life gives birth to the true messiah, Lisan Al-Gaib and the death of Paul Usul muad’dib Atreides, the outsider with whom she fell in love with.

I’m pretty sure Vanessa is right now punching air after seeing Austin being gay for Timmy at Dune part 2

Alia Atreides (Then vs Now)

Children of Dune, 2003

Dune: Part two (Maud’Dib), 2024

I have a type. My type is very specific.

The more I delve into the universe created by Frank Herbert, the more shocked and surprise I become as things unveil like a knot in a rope. It looks simple, it looks like any child’s play but only if you understand which side to pull first to loosen it all together. I have honestly never been into something this deep like I am for Dune. Both the movies and the books reveal something so poignant that you can’t compare which one is better. The book Chani is nothing but a simple love interest that was created by Paul when he revealed he saw them being married and having kids. It was forced, book Chani had no character revelation instead of being a colonial fremen controlled by a freak created by a Bene Gesserit. But the movie Chani unveils its own narrative of how she chose Paul as a love interest even though he was the son of a Duke. Chani respected Paul as he was doing everything to be a part of the people where men and women are both equal. The equality that Paul chose to become a part of the Fremen made Chani fall for him out of respect and devotion. Everything makes sense but at the same time it doesn’t because as time will pass, upcoming parts of Dune will unveil a new story line and I’m honestly excited to see how they will now portray the characters of women whether it be of princess Irulan, Lady Jessica or Chani herself. The entire movie of Dune: Part 1 revolves around the narration of how Chani is a fedaykin surviving and serving for the people of Arrakis, were as Dune: Part 2 revolves around the importance of the desert spring, that how her tear drop with the water of life gives birth to the true messiah, Lisan Al-Gaib and the death of Paul Usul muad’dib Atreides, the outsider with whom she fell in love with.

DUNE 2024

I know it's bad and stuff but I imagine getting into a heated argument with Timothée and just ending your relationship then and there. You've noticed the gap between you two ever since he's taken on bigger and more exciting projects, hell, you even let him date a "billionaire" for PR and even then you felt he had more connection to her than you, his actual partner.

And like most, he left you stranded in your sea of tears, on the floor of your apartment. Dark oak had never looked more emotional, bits of the vase you threw on the floor earlier served as a barrier between you and your bed... It's not like you wanted to be in it anyway.

But, there was still something deep in your heart that mumbled, and those same mumbles echoed and echoed until you honestly wondered, why couldn't you just hold on a little longer? Why did you have to say all that you said?

This isn't the best writing, I'm sorry to whoever has come across this and left disappointed.

TW: Mentions of WW1(not very raunchy or much historically but still a precaution), implied sexual intercourse but no details, possibly unrealistic adaptation of Timmie :)

I wanna shift for Timothée because he reminds me of old-fashioned love, especially because he has French background and I just know he's a lover boy. The type to struggle to keep his hands to himself, to feel helpless if he can't get to you, or even share a laugh with you.

Arguments shared between the two of you would be short and end in a peaceful resolution because he would be damned if he ever let you two go to bed angry at each other. He'd love you like he's known you for all his life.

You probably met him on set, whatever you'd work as. Something about you captivated him so much that he needed to talk to you. You'd probably hear about previous times that he has flirted with a female worker but it was different, he didn't touch you as he would with someone like Florence or wrap his arms around you, no. He wants to preserve you until you're truly his. You did distance yourself though, scared of getting your hopes up only to be met with a fabrication of a potential love between you two ripped to shreds but, you didn't see any of that. He knew what the headlines said about him and he just prayed you didn't see him that way. Eventually, you were "doomed" to succumb to his attempt and now you lie in bed every day with slender limbs bent around your waist.

And of course, nights would end with gentle yet passionate lovemaking until the early breaks of the morning sun. Giggles in the bathtub, conversation while taking care of his coiled hair, rubbing pink Vaseline on his cracked lips (of course sneaking a sweet kiss)

I imagine him as a baker, or something like that receiving news of his mandatory service for WW1. He couldn't bear to leave you at home with your newborn and he expressed this through lengthy letters sent to your estate. He sent anything he could, lace from his boots, a leather bag he picked up, or stale bread that he had taken a bite of stating that he wanted to share at least one meal with you while apart.

Why Call Me By Your Name is my favourite movie of 2017

A bit late I know but any excuse to gush about this movie I will take. It was upon my second viewing of the film when I realised that this movie had become my number one. For some this my not be a hard fleet but for me, who watches nearly all the movies released from indie to blockbuster, comic book to Oscar bait, this is a massive feet especially since I watched it so late in the year. Typically my favourite movies are those which move me so deeply or ones which question my belief system. Whilst Call Me By Your Name didn't overly push my beliefs it did help me come to terms with myself but it did also shake me to my very core.

The film isn't a GAY love story it's just a love story which happens to be between two men. In reality it could be anyone in Elios or Olivers shoes and that's part of the films beauty. The fact that it's a relationship which we all long for, such a heart warming and passionate love.

Whilst the film could have easily been cinematic porn Luca Guadagnino directing makes it so every sexual encounter is tender, endearing and captivating. A clear example of this is when the two have sex for the first time rather then showing the act we pan to a beautiful elegant tree. This single tree for me symbolizes Elios and Olivers relationship so perfectly.

The only really sexual scene we get is the 'infamous' peach scene. An simplistic way to describe the scene would be, a horny teen masturbates with a peach and then his boyfriend eats it. Such a simple description can cause such a massive misunderstanding leading people to believe it is a lewd scene when in fact it's incredible artistic and well done. It would have been incredibly easy to ruin the entire film if this one scene was done wrong by the impeccable directing and acting gives it a gravitas. Through this moment we are given the chance to see Elio explore himself and his desires but after all is done and Oliver enters we seen an escalation plus an in sight into how Elios mind works. It evloves from lust, comedy, disgust, humiliation, fear and sadness.

This movie is able to reach its glory through its soundtrack, instantly after I watched it I bought the album because the music was not only that good but that instrumental to the film. Obviously the two songs that are thought of are Sufjan Stevens "Mystery of Love" and "Visions of Gideon". Both the melody and the lyrics of the songs fit the film so perfectly and if "Visions of Gideon" doesn't haunt you after watching that ending then I do not understand you as a person. It perfectly captures all of the saddness and sorrow that Elio is feeling while "Mystery of Love" captures the journey of discovery he is on.

We can't talk about this film and not mention the acting, the star Timothée Chalamet. This movie has put him on the map and on a very long and prosperous road to stardom. The character of Elio could have come across as unsympathetic due to his vast intellect and stand offish nature however both Timothée and the screenplay writer James Ivory make us see his vulnerabilities and relatability through nuances and his teen tendencies. Timothée was incredible through out the movie but my part of his acting was at the end during that phone call and fireplace sequence where we see him start to digest what he has learnt causing him to break. When he repeats "Elio" to Oliver on the phone the way he changes his voice with each utter of the word is able to broadcast his emotions but invoke yours as well. Then at the fireplace he does something completely different by saying nothing which says everything. Simply using his body language and his tears to convey such pain was absolutely incredible but heart breaking to watch.

Armie Hammer. Oliver. This man is not getting enough credit for his performance sure he doesn't have as much screen time as Elio but that doesn't mean he isn't as important and that his role should be overlooked. Armie had a very tough job of portraying someone who we had to be charmed by but also not know very much about. Whilst on the surface it may seem like an easy role the layers of this character are plentiful and Armie peels away at them all. It's slight moments like him crying when he looks at Elio that give us in sight into the depth of his love. There is also his guarded side which we see by him not making an obvious first move and constantly fearing for Elio. Then there is insecurity we see after there first time at the lake. By we get to the end we are still completely charmed by him we don't hate him for leaving and not staying with Elio because there is hope, then all that hope is destroyed making us and Elio simultaneously realise how little we knew Oliver. Despite this bombshell we still can't hate Oliver as even in this moment of pain we can understand his reasoning.

My final point (surprisingly) is the cinematography which gives such an aesthetic. It makes you want to fly to Italy right away because it's that beautiful. The imagery reflects there relationship and enhances the films enchanting aesthetic. This is also why Call Me By Your Name is one of the most eye pleasing films.

All in all I am completely enamoured by this film and believe it deserves all the acclaim and love in the world. Thank you for reading ♡

It's not a very good edit but it can be

Hair tie

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

I walked through the front door of my apartment to be met with silence and the darkness . The only revealing light was coming from the television that my boyfriend, Timothée, was currently staring at. He looked brained dead as he thoughtlessly clicked through multiple channels before settling for a hockey game.

I could see him fidgeting with the silver band that was on his index finger, looking as if he was going to fall asleep any minute now. I walked into the kitchen, placing my key ring into a glass bowl, before hanging my jacket up on the back of the chair. I rubbed my hands over my face in tiredness, trying to forget about the terrible events that occurred this evening. I jumped back in shock when I heard shuffling noises behind me. I quickly turned my head, letting out a sigh of relief when I saw that it was just Timothée. "How's the hockey game?" I asked, letting out a sigh as I walked over towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Boring," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. 

"You were gone for a very long time. I was starting to get worried when you didn't answer my calls or my messages." I nodded before I mindlessly let go of him, walking away from him, the only thing on my mind was going to bed.

He let out a sigh, not liking the fact that he got ignored. I heard him following behind me as I walked into our bedroom, going into the connected bathroom to change out of my clothes.

Once I got changed, I walked over to the sink so I could wash my face. "Y/n, "he whined, hugging me tightly from behind. 

I sighed, looking at him through the mirror. "Tim," I sternly said, watching him as he used his fingers to comb through my tangled hair.

He doesn't verbally respond, instead; he takes one of my black hair ties off of his wrists as he began to braid my hair. While I just stood there, my heart melting at the sight of the concentrated look on his face."Where did you get the hair tie from?" I jokingly asked as I crossed my arms.

"You left it on our bed,"

I nodded, leaning back into his chest as I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment. Once he finished, he put the braid over my shoulder, looking down at me with a proud smile on his face. I turned my head, placing a kiss to the bottom of his jaw, as he wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head into my neck.

"I love you," he whispered into my ear before kissing my cheek.

"I love you too," I whispered back, as I placed my hands into his, causing him to smile.

I turned around so that I could face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, burying my head into his chest, as I he rested his chin against my head. "Can we go to bed now?" I asked, wanting nothing more but to cuddle.

"Sure."

Wild Thing | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

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oh btw: the second part is the super filthy part. this part is mild at best. ;)

Czytaj dalej

sweetest baby angel 💘🥺

i’m not joking when i say i’d let him eat me right the fuck up

soul kitchen ༊*·˚

m.list ◦ askbox synopsis: cooking and getting wine drunk with timothée

Summer air, soft, all bloom and scent, fanned in your face. You tilted your hips against the kitchen counter, toes aimlessly tracing patterns between lines and shapes, breathing in the cold tiled floor.

« What are you thinking ? », you watched him, mug covering your mouth, painting your lips a shade of maroon every time red liquid brushed your skin.

Tim sat across from you, leaning on the table similarly, hair ruffled by the wind, head on a bird-like tilt, and eyes meeting yours.

A small smile drew on your face. You just loved having him around. He didn’t have to say anything, do anything, just being there, existing next to you, was enough. He made everything so much better, so much bearable, and your gloomy apartment suddenly turned interesting and colourful, and you could feel the unearthly magic of summer creeping into your heart.

« Nothing... », he murmured, coming closer until his shadow hugged you. His arms lingered on the marble counter and he looked at you.

Twinkling air blew inside, bringing in the few familiar companions of the dark; the flickering moonlight and the rosemary breeze. Loud noises of frenzied cars, filled the gaps of silence along with a distant melody, coming from your old stereo.

Your hand slithered around your nape, holding down your hair, out of your sight as you took another sip of your drink. Timothée chuckled, his fingers tucking leftover pieces behind your ears.

« You said you’d cook. » He frowned playfully.

« I said it, didn’t I ? », he pressed his mouth to the side, stare fixed on you. You bit your lips and nodded, trying not to smile under his stare. « You want me to cook ? »

« Yes. » Tim breathed out but your giggle brightened his face. You wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing yourself close to him. He took the cup off your hands and emptied it for you. « And you have to because you promised. »

« When did I promise ? »

« There’s no way out of it. » Timothée smiled as your watery lips touched his jaw.

« Okay... If my girl wants me to cook, I’ll cook, » he said and you pressed a kiss on his cheek before sliding back into the counter. There was a faint red hue on his skin and you wiped it away with your thumb. His mouth moved to the side, his love for you forcing him to agree to anything you wished. « What do you want ? »

« I don’t have many options, do I ? », you grinned widely. Timothée clicked his tongue and threw his head back. « Something quick. » He gradually returned his gaze at you, mouthing a quick ‘okay.’ « Something edible. »

« You underestimate me but it’s okay. I’ll remember that... », Tim murmured, as he moved to the fridge, searching through the shelves.

An unusual warmth spread throughout your body as you lingered back and watched him move around your kitchen with that kind of natural domesticity. The wine had began its action, making everything feel floaty and hazy but Tim had your focus.

You averted a bit shyly, heat climbing up your cheeks for some strange reason. Tim was murmuring things and you chuckled unsure if he was speaking to you or to himself. He gave you a glance as he let the ingredients beside you, your smile contagious. Timothée stopped for a moment, his hair unruly and cheeks feverish red. His fingers traced back the curls and his eyes wandered around, trying to think if he had forgotten anything.

« I think that’s all, » he mumbled, aimlessly taking the wine bottle and drinking from it. A hushed laugh escaped his mouth when you extended your mug to him. Red stream fell inside before Tim pulled back the bottle and took another sip.

Your stare moved to the ingredients, watching all the vibrant colours of the vegetables. You brought a pepper close to your face to smell it.

« Hey, don’t mess with my mise en place, » Timothée pointed at you. You let it back down carefully in its place.

« Your mise en place, » you mumbled in the same tone and he smiled. With your wine close, your eyes followed him to the cupboards. Noticing your stare, he had to glance at you twice making you laugh deliriously. « What are you making ? »

« Euh… spaghetti, but we’ll see how it turns out. »

« Want me to help, chef ? » 

« Euh… », he approached you, a grin drawing on his face. « Sure my little Ratatouille. »

You passed by him to get out a knife. Timothée leaned on his elbows, on the counter next to you, his mouth in a pout as he watched you chopping tomatoes and mincing pepper and onion and garlic until the whole kitchen smelled of fresh vegetables. You bit your lips trying to concentrate through that overwhelming warmth and his gaze.

« Please stop staring at me and let me finish, » you mumbled and Tim playfully moved his eyes in the other direction.

« Are you done ? Can I turn now ? »

« Not yet, » you murmured. Tim smiled, disobeying your words. He chuckled to himself a bit drunkenly and then stood better. His palms trapped your cheeks, pulling you closer and peppering kisses all over your face.

« Tim, I’m holding a knife, » you giggled, as his arms wrapped around you and his breathy kisses tickled your ear.

« Then put it down, » he mumbled, his mouth nuzzling on your neck. You tilted your head to the side and raised your shoulder through melodious laughter.

« Come on, are we doing this or not ? » He pouted, his chin balancing on your shoulder.

« Okay... », Tim breathed out.

« Where’s the pan ? »

« Wait, » he murmured, bringing one. He poured olive oil in it and then you put the onions to caramelise. « The heat not too high. »

« Yeah. »

« Five minutes ? » You nodded and Timothée checked the clock. His hand lingered on your back as he got a few leaves of basil and threw them in the pan. You chuckled and he glanced at you with a smile as you added in the garlic and you let the ingredients sauté before the vinegar.

« Wow, alright, Tony, » he said, making you laughed again.

« Heat chef. »

« Yes, chef. »

« Okay, this smells so nice, » you murmured. Tim hummed in response, mixing the ingredients with a wooden spoon. You poured in the tomatoes before the seasonings. « And now fifteen. » He grinned at you.

« Let’s get some air, » Timothée said. « We’ll leave the water to boil... », he turned on the heat of the pot. « Let’s go. »

Your fingers slid around the half-finished wine bottle and you walked passed him, a mischievous smile stretched on your mouth. He tried to catch your lips but failed miserably and shook his head.

Summer breeze hit your face. You breathed in the night and leaned on the balcony bar. The sky was blue on blue, deeper and deeper shades, long enough for you to dream twice.

Timothée balanced on his arms beside you, his foot stepping in between the railings. You tilted on his shoulder and Tim smiled sweetly. He ran his fingers through your hair and pressed a kiss on top of your head.

« Can’t believe you made me cook, » he said. You bit your lips and looked up at him.

The colours of the city reflected on his skin, painting him with strange combinations, as stars lined his silhouette and wind lured wild pieces of hair at its passage.

« Come on, you love it. »

« I love you. I do it for you, » he glanced at you as he picked out a pack of Gauloises from his back pocket. « I mean I don’t hate it, but I wouldn’t cook for just anyone. »

« Now I feel special, » you beamed. He tilted his head to the side cigarette trapped between his lips and raised a brow.

« What ? You thought you were just anyone ? », Tim brought the lighter to his mouth. With a satisfyingly long drag, he let the smoke evacuate. You grinned bringing the bottle close to you.

« You know I like to hear it. »

« I won’t say it. »

You stayed in silence for a moment, curiously watching the traffic. Cigarette dangled on his fingers, slowly burning charcoal smoke into the night. You stared at him, a small smile trembling on your face.

« Say it, » you leaned lower until your head hid behind your shoulder. Timothée pressed his mouth shut, his lips trapped between his teeth.

« No. »

« Say it, you coward. »

« I won’t say it, » Tim shook his head, taking another drag and then blowing away from your face. 

« Say it, so that I don’t think it’s the wine talking. »

« No. » You snatched the cigarette off his lips and Timothée scoffed out a laugh.

« Say it. » His gaze couldn’t leave yours. He took a deep breath and tilted his head shyly on his shoulder.

« I love you. » You grinned, placing the smoke between your lips. He smiled sheepishly, pressing his mouth shut to stop himself. « Now you say it, » he murmured.

« Me ? » He nodded. « So, you want me to say it ? »

« Yes... »

« Fifteen minutes, Chalamet, » you turned back inside.

« That’s... unfair, » he shook his head. « Shit, it smells good. » You smiled as you flicked the cigarette in the sink with a last drag and left the bottle on the counter. Timothée caught it and drank the remaining.

« I think it’s ready, » you mixed the sauce. « The spaghetti please. » He poured them on the boiling pot and waited for a few minutes, before taking them to the sink to stir them. 

You watched him as moonlight rays penetrated mysteriously on the floor. You slowly walked closer and hugged him from behind, arms slithering on his hips. Tim smiled and held your hands.

You nuzzled your head between his shoulder blades, and sleepy from the wine, you closed your eyes against his skin. Your lips slowly slid to the side, tracing the line up to his neck, brushing the tender skin lovingly.

« You know I love you. »

« I know, » he said softly, giving you a glance. « And I knew you would give in and say it. » A wolfish grin stretched on your face and Timothée turned around to face you. « You always do. »

« I’m such a coward, I always give in, » you mumbled. He took your hand and twirled you around once before trapping you into a hug against his chest. Your eyes closed.

« It’s okay, » he whispered, holding your face. « I think, I’ll finish this. »

You nodded and moved to the table, taking a seat.

You looked him in the eyes as he mixed the sauce with the spaghetti and he puffed out his cheeks, trying to concentrate. Tim could feel your persistent stare but let you have this moment to yourself.

Proudly, he passed you your plate and you brought his neck close after thanking him. You pressed your mouth on his, no pressing further, simply soaking into each other.

You ate, talking quietly ahead, laughing, smiling, and as you watched him, you couldn’t help but look beyond your own happiness, taking small glimpses of thousands of other people whose names you would never hear, and knew that there was a great unrecorded history.

ease the pain ༊*·˚

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synopsis: timothée taking care of you on your period

Your shoulder leaned against the doorframe. 

The room was gloomy, the only light that of the last sun rays, slipping between the crevices of half-closed shutters. Cicadas sang, not losing their rhythm, hidden on trees. It was a warm day, summer all over the air, with a cool breeze swimming inside, allowing you to breath. 

Timothée laid in bed, back touching the soft mattress, swimsuit still on, the taste of sea stained on his body. He wasn’t sleeping. He held one of your books close to his eyes, not really reading but too bored for anything else, as hand rested above his head, toying with pieces of hair, aimlessly pulling them back. His cheeks were sunburned and you couldn’t prevent yourself from smiling at the view of him with yoghourt spread all across the red areas.

« Good news, » you mumbled, Timothée looked at you on top of the book. « Just got my period. » A small smile grew on his lips. 

« And ? How are you feeling ? » You breathed out tilting your head on the bathroom door.

« Shit. » Tim let the book fall on his stomach and motioned for you to come closer. You fell on the bed beside him drained, already exhausted, your face fading.

« Come here, » he said and wrapped one arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to his chest. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, accidentally smudging your hair with yoghourt. « Shit, made you full of yoghourt. » You smiled through your discomfort, letting your hand touch his sternum for comfort. He grinned too by his helpless attempts to clean you up.

« You’re so clumsy, » you murmured and Tim chuckled. 

« Sorry, » he said sheepishly. You left a kiss on his neck, hand gently brushing his skin, fingers following the line of his jaw, before raising your head a bit.

« How’s the sunburn going ? » His lips turned down into an exagerated frown, makng your lips curl up. « I can’t go swimming, you know. »

« It’s okay, we can stay. »

« You should go. » Timothée shook his head. « You wanted to go. »

« And leave you here ? I don’t wanna go without you, » he said softly, his mouth brushing your head, as fingers pulled back your hair. « Where would I go without you ? », he murmured.

You tried to hush out a painful moan, hands fumbling on your stomach, pressing the skin inside to move the pain on the exterior but nothing helped. The pain was strong, continuous and merciless. One arm draped across your eyes, feeling as if knives were jabbing at your insides. Timothée gasped.

« It hurts ? »

« You men are so lucky, » you mumbled. « You don’t have to deal with any of this shit. » He bit his lips, eyes at you.

« Do you want me to get you a doliprane ? » You nodded. « Okay, » he said, standing up, book slipping between you. You picked it in your hands, looking through the pages as he searched around. Your knees curled up to your chest to ease the pain. « Where you got them ? »

« In my bag, I think. » Tim moved to your stuff, finally finding the pack, and then headed to the kitchen to get you water.

« Hey, you got pads, tampons or… », you heard his voice closer to you. « I don’t know. Do you want me to go get some ? »

« Thanks, I’m good, » you said, tossing the book aside before taking the water and the pills.

« Are you sure ? I can go. It’s noth- » You shook your head. « Okay... » 

Tim left for to the bathroom to clean up his face. You could hear the water running and the tap opening and closing, while you laid on bed, staring at the ceiling. He then came back to you, hands all wet and without warning he ran them over your face and your forehead, making you smile. 

« Better ? », he asked with a grin, sitting down next to you.

« Yes, » you chuckled. He got your legs on top of him and looked at you, mouth pressed to the side, thinking.

« It’ll kick in, » Tim said, hand patting your legs sympathetically, and you breathed out while holding your stomach. « Do you want me to open the windows ? Let the air in. »

« Yes, » your head moved to the side, following him. Timothée opened the shutters, your eyes flinching at the sudden burst of light. He lingered momentarily, staring at the view outside before returning to you. « Come here. » He smiled and fell on the bed beside you.

You scooted closer, nestling your face in his chest. His embrace was warm and you could smell his natural scent as you closed your eyes with a smile.

Tim reached out and soothingly pushed the hair back from your forehead. He pressed a sweet kiss on top of your head and you leaned into his touch lethargically, slowly falling at the hug of Morpheus.

i prefer it by moonlight ༊*·˚

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synopsis: an evening at the beach with timothée but it’s just the two of you

*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, established relationship, consent

Somewhere in the hills behind you, the sun was melting in the west. It was late in the evening and everything was slowly turning soft, blue and melancholic.

Waves came. Waves left.

They faded in the shore; every breath from the sea so full of life that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive. You watched them cover colourful pebbles, glimmering under the mute presence of the moon, leaving trails of sea foam behind to dissolve into the air.

The voice of the sea was seductive, never ceasing, whispering. 

A smile stretched on your lips. There was something so magical about that hour. A crescent moon was rising between sweet clouds, its light becoming more and more luminous as the atmosphere darkened, obeying a victorious night.

Your chin fell to the side and you stared at Timothée. He was laying on his towel, your towel, stomach touching the ground and back open to the sky. His cheek hid behind his shoulder, eyes fixed on grains of sand that slipped between his fingers, and each with unique silverness sank into the golden surface. A seashell sat on his arm, one of those that used to have a match, now alone in the comfort of his skin. 

Without a word, you captured it between your fingers and then fell on your back. The corners of his mouth curved up as he turned his gaze to you, covering a sweet smile behind his arm. 

Iridescent colours danced inside the shell, while bizarre combinations of whites, browns and oranges hugged the outside skin. It was a strange one. 

Tim observed you leaving the seashell back on your towel and then leaning your head to meet him. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you extended your hand and touched his hair, brushing through damp curls soaked in salt.

« I’m going in, » you said, trying to catch his eyes behind a dark pair of sunglasses.

Timothée tilted his head on his shoulder, watching your figure shrink as you stood up and walked to the water. Reflexively, he tossed his glasses on the towel and followed your footprints, feet stepping on the mould you created before him. Glistering pebbles pierced his skin and sea foam washed him. 

« Do you think the sun set ? », you turned back orphically. Your hands stayed on your hips at the feeling of the cool water climbing up your skin.

« I don’t know… », he murmured, walking carefully, trying to neutralise with rocks and water until he found sand.

« What do you think ? »

His hand stretched in your direction and you caught it, fingers wanting nothing more than to hold him close.

« Yes… »

« Yes ? »

« No ? » A smile played on your mouth and Timothée chuckled at the feeling of cold chills, spreading throughout his body. « Why ? » You shrugged.

Waves crashed your legs. The flesh of the sea was holding a mirror and you watched your knees dissolving into the sky. Sand and salt stirred in the air. The soppy waft was splashing kisses on you as the breeze with the distant smell of rosemary ran its fingers through your hair, luring it along.

Without warning, Timothée pulled you by the hand close to him and kissed you on the lips. You smiled and wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing him into a hug. Your eyes peered at the beach as you balanced your chin on top of his shoulder.

« Everyone’s gone, » you murmured with a frown, lips softly caressing his neck, and Tim turned around. 

Everyone had left. It was just you, him and the tender twilight. You always imagined that everyone shared your love for dreamlike hues and the promise of starlight. It came to you as a surprise to watch the beach empty.

« It’s just us then. » You smiled, glancing back at him. Your fingers lingered on the back of his hair before bodies disconnected.

A rose glow faded on the horizon and melodious laughter echoed at sunset’s dying glory, slowly vanishing into the air as you let the water hug you.

Under the surface, everything looked blurry. Specs danced in the water and hair floated everywhere. The sky’s reflection sank in with you while the sea consumed the both of you.

Timothée’s hand wrapped around your ankle, trying to hold you back so he could keep up with your pace. A grin curled up on your face and bubbles floated on the surface while you traveled further and further into the sea.

Gasping for air you emerged. You pulled your hair behind as eyes scanned the blue for Tim. Aimlessly you swam deeper to the white buoys, waiting. But as the seconds passed, you became more aware of the vastness that opened around you, and the idea of how easily it was to be swallowed in it made panic creep into your heart.

As if reading your mind, Tim appeared at once a few meters away.

« Asshole, » you muttered paddling deeper to where he was.

« Look what I found, » he said breathlessly, a huge smile plastered on his lips. With a shake of his head, he unglued the hair off his face and then caught your hand. « Open your hand. »

« You almost drowned, » you mumbled, looking at the shell he placed on your palm. It was one of the thin curly ones but it was much bigger than what you’d usually find.

« For you. » You grinned, stretching your neck to place a sweet kiss on the side of his mouth.

« Thank you. »

He kissed you back with more force, causing the both of you to dive underwater. Timothée helplessly cupped your face, eyes unable to focus and lips brushing vague shapes against any skin they could catch, slipping from mouth to nose, cheek, neck, anywhere.

Amid the sea, you dived through moonlit passages and secret sea tunnels. You swam, neptunian children under the faint moon, your laughter flowing between tamarisks and sea daffodils until the night shadows stretched impossibly long and the sky took in the colour of a ripe bruise.

« What are we going to do when we get back home ? », you asked. Your feet touched the soft sand as the waves pushed you closer to the shallows. Timothée bit his lips, his hands sheepishly entangling with yours.

« What are we going to do when we get back home ? », he repeated your question a bit distracted by your arms that slithered around his neck.

« What do you want ? »

« Anything you want. »

« What do I want ? », you pressed your mouth into a smile. « I have some things in mind... » A boyish grin grew on his face.

« Tell me. » You stared at him and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him as droplets streamed from his hair down to his lips, staining them maroon and swollen.

One hand stopped toying with his hair and slowly trailed to his chest, down his stomach. A sharp inhale left his lips, followed by a small laugh, when you moved dangerously low and rested your hand on his crotch. He blissfully dropped his head to your face, mouth agape against the skin of your cheek. You pulled back and he tried to catch your arm but you let it fall on his hip.

« What do you want ? To tease me to death ? », he breathed out a smile and held your legs. Your arms slithered around him tightly as he drifted you to the shore.

You laid on the sand, hair spread around and hands resting above your head. Splashes of moonlight danced on everything it touched giving a subtle reflection on your glistering body. One foot was bent toying like a pendulum left to right, while the other feet dissolved into the sea.

You tilted your head to the side mischievously, eyes shining in grotesque triumph. Timothée looked down at you, a lurking glint in his gaze. He kneeled.

You touched him, first with only the fingertips, but then, more daring, with the whole palm. Your hand slowly stayed on his nape, supporting his forehead against yours.

« Kiss me, » you said, nose playfully brushing his, making his mouth curl up. You licked away his grin as lips soft soaked to yours.

Tim hovered on top of you, his body leaving wet stains on yours.

He kissed your neck, hand eager, trailing down to your chest. Your breath turned unstable, a strike of pleasure warming you up from the inside out, as his mouth tried to push your top aside and his teeth appeared, grazing over your skin. You pushed the hair from his eyes and gasped at the sensation.

Timothée glanced at you and let out a hushed moan to sink into your skin. His fingers pressed against your stomach, slowly tilting to the side on your hip to untangle the stubborn knot of your swimsuit. The strings fell to the sand and his hand followed the curve of your thigh, gripping tightly the flesh. He rubbed your apex, making your leg slither around him and stitch him on you.

Bated breaths warmed your face, lips desperately trying to touch skin. Without saying anything, your hand swam between your bodies. Tim groaned in your mouth when your fingers laced around his crotch, the kisses becoming lingering and longer.

You brought him close to you and bodies sank deep into each other. Blissed out, he lunged forward. You melted, stirring two parts of a whole finally into one.

Soft summer night danced in the air mixing memory with desire. The wind’s roar and its chills aligned to bring your bodies impossibly close. The moon was fully out, sky darkening, sea swelling.

You breathed each other in, letting the other inhale the air, the strained sounds the one was eliciting from the other. You moaned, his name and nothing else on your lips, as you reached for his shoulder, squeezing his skin hard.

Clasped into one, you writhed together, gripping and tugging and scratching. A thrust and then another. Until a wave of shuddering moved over his skin and you erratic, moved by a brutish need, engulfed by the flames of passion, you twisted your body and pushed at his shoulders and in one swift second your bodies switched places.

Your head fell back and chest expanded, the sweet feeling of suffocation taking over your body. A spasm of pleasure shook Timothée and he groaned.

A hush fell over the world.

Panting heavily you glanced around you. The night rolled itself away into great, soft horizon; the sky gleamed blue and silvery. Then your gaze fell on him and you smiled.

He lifted his head to catch your mouth but you tipped his neck back and leaned close to him, lips swollen and salty brushed against each other as cold waves drifted up your legs.