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they call me timothée “pink pants” chalamet
just friends - t. chalamet x reader
been getting in my Timmy feels lately and haven’t posted in a hot minute since I keep procrastinating so here’s a timmy imagine
pairing: platonic!timothée x platonic!reader
warnings: lil angst, mentions of drugs, just some platonic fluff and some swearing
part 2 , part 3
You and Timothée met years ago, back in 2015. He was 19 and you were 17. You ran into each other at an awards show and clicked. You knew from the moment you started talking that there would be a friendship.
As time passed, you got closer and closer until you were inseparable. Only a few months after you met, you had opened up to him.
“My dad’s been in jail for 10 years,” You shrugged, sliding down the wall next to Timothée, who had his back pressed against the door and his legs spread out wide in front of him.
He looked over at you, with curious eyes. He wanted to ask, but didn’t want to pry. You noticed the look, and smiled sadly. “He killed my mom.”
His breath got caught in his throat, and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have much to say, and he didn’t want to pity you. So he just grabbed your hand that was resting on your knee and scooted closer to you.
He didn’t treat you different, or give you pity, and you admired that. You knew there was something different about the boy.
You were a singer, and he was an actor. So obviously, your lives were very different and you both had very different schedules that made it hard to see each other. Especially when you were on tour and he was shooting in a completely different place. There was a whole month where you didn’t get to talk to each other because your time zone differences were constantly switching and when you were up, he was asleep and when you were asleep, he was up. But when you got to talk again, it was like nothing had changed.
The longest you went without seeing each other was 9 months. Those 9 months were hell, but you were proud of Timmy because he had gotten one of his biggest movie roles yet and he was proud of you because you sold out every single show on your tour.
The doorknob to your apartment jiggled, and you sat up warily because the only person who had a key to your apartment was Timmy.
Timmy.
You jumped up, at the same time he opened the door. There he was, in all his glory, your best friend. He closed the door behind him and smiled at you.
“Long time no see, stranger.” He joked. It took you a minute to fully comprehend what was happening, but once you did, you were running across the room and jumping onto him.
He stumbled back a bit, but hugged you back tightly. He squeezed you and lifted you up off the ground, burying his face in your neck. It gave him a sense of home, and made him smile.
“You told me you weren’t coming home for another 3 weeks.” You mumbled, your hands clenching the back of his shirt.
“Ended filming early,” He replied. “Took the first plane back.” His curly hair tickled your cheek and you smiled. You didn’t realize how much you missed Timmy’s hugs and the way he clung to you so tightly.
You think that maybe that’s when you realized you had a little crush on Timothée.
Yeah. Had. As in, after a while you realized how much that would ruin your friendship and pushed your feelings away. Eventually, it worked.
You’re glad it worked, because a few months later, Timothée got a girlfriend. Her name was Reilyn.
He spent all of his time with her. You thought back a few months ago, and thanked God you didn’t still have feelings for him, because if you did, you’d be crushed to death.
At first, you didn’t mind. You were happy Timmy was happy. Then, he started ignoring your calls and ditching your plans to hang out with her. You let it slide for a while, but when he showed up 3 hours late to your birthday party, you brought it up.
He defended Reilyn, of course. And that started one of your biggest and only fights.
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You woke up to your bed sinking. You were a light sleeper, always had been. The slightest noise or touch woke you up.
You groaned, shifted around and opened your eyes to see Timothée sitting at the side of your bed. “Hi,” He whispered. You didn’t respond, just stared up at him.
Then your mind replayed the events of the past 2 days, and you wanted to crawl in a hole and die. “What do you want? I just want to sleep right now.” You grumbled, burying your face back in your pillow.
“You’re naked.” He noted, his eyes running over your bare back, not covered by the sheets.
“No shit, sherlock.” You scoffed, mad at him. “I had a guy over. I asked him to leave.”
Timothée was silent for a while. For a second, you thought he had left. Then you heard his soft breathing. “You called me a lot yesterday and today. What’s wrong?”
Anger bubbled in your stomach, and you clenched your fist around the sheets. “It doesn’t concern you anymore. You were with Reilyn.” You spat, not bothering to hide the venom in your voice.
“I’m sorry, y/n/n. My phone’s been shut off, it was our year anniversary. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded, his hand finding your back.
You didn’t respond. You didn’t want to think about it, or talk about it. You’d be reliving it all over again, and that’s the last thing you wanted. Timothée pulled the covers over you, pushed you over, and crawled into your bed. He turned you so you were facing him and froze when he saw the tears in your eyes.
“Please.” He sighed, gripping your forearm. You gulped, looking away from him.
“Josh called me yesterday.” You started. Josh was your brother. After your mom died, your then 15-year-old brother decided you guys should go live with your aunt, here in California. He began using drugs, more and more as time passed.
“oh.” Timothée breathed out. He met him once. He was worried for the dude, because he looked like he would collapse any second. In all honesty, Timothée didn’t have any words. He felt guilt piling up because he wasn’t there for his best friend.
“I met him at a cafe. For a while, it was small talk. Then he asked me for money. Of course he asked me for money. He told me it was for gas, but him and I both knew I wasn't buying that. I left after and that’s when I called you. And you didn’t pick up. Then, later that night, I got a call from the hospital and they told me he OD’d. That’s the second time I called you. I went to the hospital, waited for 3 hours to get at least some information, and I was on the verge of a panic attack, that’s the 3rd time I called you.
Two hours later, when I went home to shower and get him some clothes, I came back and the doctor told me he discharged himself. I tried to get a hold of him for 3 more hours, looked through all of the sketchiest streets in L.A. for him, then gave up and went back to my apartment only to find it trashed and Josh asleep in my bathtub. I called you. When he woke up, we got in a huge fight and he took cash from my wallet and left. At least a couple hundred bucks. Then I called you again. So I called Jack over, we fucked, and then I asked him to leave. Then I called you for the last time, and went to bed.” You ended, turning away from him.
“I’m so sorry, y/n.” He croaked out, and you knew he was crying. You wanted to yell at him, wanted to scream at him, and wanted to blame Reilyn, but you weren’t like that. So you didn’t do it, and let him hold you and tell you he was sorry.
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You walked into your dressing room, breathing heavily. Another night, another show. You found Timothée on the floor. His back was resting against the couch, and he was playing with a rubix cube. He looked up when you closed the door behind you.
“Hey superstar.” He laughed. “Amazing show.”
You smiled, walking over to him. He pulled you down, right between his legs. You let your back rest against his chest and put your head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your middle. “Seriously, you did great.”
A couple days after the whole fiasco where Timo didn’t answer his phone, he broke up with Reilyn. You felt guilty but he assured you it was for the best and that it wasn't your fault at all. That was almost 5 months ago. You were back on tour and Timmy wasn’t shooting so he was able to come to a lot of your shows.
Your fingers drummed on Timmy’s knee absentmindedly. Times like these made time go so fast, but slow down at the same time. You felt at home, a haze over you that only Timmy could make you feel. In a strictly platonic way, you reminded yourself. “Timmy?” You mumbled, grabbing his knee.
“Yes?” He replied, muffled by your hair.
“I love you. Thank you for being there for me, always.” You sighed, feeling his arms squeeze you and his lips press to the back of your head.
“I love you more, y/n/n.”
sorry. really wanted something to post and low-key wanted to make this a little series where she realizes her feelings are coming back but I wanted to see if people liked this first. also, im a new writer so sorry if this is crappy ahahaha
if u want to see a lil series for this lmk and i’ll try and make it happen without procrastinating :)
just friends (pt. 2) - t. chalamet x reader
really no one asked for a part 2 but I had it in my drafts then one person asked so here, one person that I love dearly :) @eternaleviee
pairing: reader x timotheé chalamet
warnings: swearing, mentions of the hanky panky
part 1 , part 3
lil recap: just a background, how they met, the beginning of their friendship, when y/n had a lil crush on timo
It was tearing you apart. Eating at your insides, making you feel all guilty inside. You’ve been telling yourself all these years that your crush on Timotheé had vanished, but in reality, it had grown stronger and you didn’t even realize it.
How didn’t you realize it? You aren’t sure. You told yourself the butterflies in your stomach was the happiness of seeing your best friend.
You were in love with Timotheé, and you couldn't ignore or deny it anymore. And it was all because of a little comment. A stupid comment on an Instagram post of you two.
the way they look at each other... y/n looks at him like he puts the stars in her sky.
“Like he puts the stars in her sky.” That made it all the more complex, but much more sense. Timotheé did put the stars in her sky. He put the happiness in her life. The hope.
You were brought out of your thoughts when Timotheé tugged on your wrist, pulling you down Hollywood Boulevard. The simple touch sent jolts up her arm and shivers down her spine.
“I don’t understand why I had to get so dressed up.” You grumbled, looking down at your black dress and heels. “Aren’t we just meeting our friends?”
“Yeah, but we’re going to Chateau Marmont and there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” He grinned over his shoulder. Your heart dropped in your stomach, and you felt sick.
The last time he said that, you met Reilyn. His controlling, invasive ex-girlfriend that stole all of his time. There was someone else, now.
You sighed and put on a fake smile, nodding. You wished you never read that comment. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so sick to your stomach right now.
You arrived at the restaurant and Timotheé spoke to a waiter before following him to a booth in the very back, in a different room then everyone else. You saw your whole friend group, and an unfamiliar girl sitting next to (y/b/f). Everyone looked up when you two arrived, and the unfamiliar girl got up and smiled at Timotheé, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
I should’ve stayed in bed. You thought, scanning her. She had shoulder length blonde hair, beautiful facial structure, and perfect height.
She turned to you, and held out a hand. “Hi, I’ve heard about you a lot. Timo talks about you all the time.” She smiled politely.
Funny, I haven’t heard a word about you. You looked over at Timotheé, seeing him stare at the both of you nervously. You were the only person who ever called him Timo.
“It’s nice to meet you...” You went on, gesturing for her name.
Something flashed in her eyes, and her gaze flickered to Timotheé for a short second. He hung his head and she looked back over at you. “Lily.”
“Nice to meet you, Lily.” You smiled, shaking her hand. She smiled back and returned back to her seat. You sat at the open seat next to one of your friends and got lost in conversation, but couldn’t shake the thought of Lily and Timotheé out of your mind.
“I think you should tell him.” Harry shrugged, taking a sip of his tea.
You and Harry Styles had been friends for a while. You collaborated on a song and continued to be very good friends after that, and you often went to each other for advice.
“He’s dating Lily.” You reminded him, furrowing your eyebrows.
“I know. But if he never told you about her and he always talks about you, there’s something going on. Tell him, y/n/n. YOLO.” Harry smiled, nudging your hand that was resting on the table at the small cafe you were at.
You looked up from your cup, narrowing your eyes. “Never say that again.” You tried not to laugh. He laughed, which only made you laugh.
“Just promise me you’ll try.” He realized you weren't going to tell him. You sighed, and nodded.
“I’ll try.”
Nope. Nope. You weren't going to tell him. You went over to his place in hopes that he was alone, but as soon as you got to the door you heard the moans and headboard slapping.
That was almost a week ago, and you couldn't get the noises out of your mind. You missed being on tour and being occupied every second so you had no time to overthink anything. Now, you were doubting everything.
A few days after the... incident, you went out for coffee with Lily and Timotheé, determined to force yourself to like her. There was nothing not to like, except for the fact she was dating him.
You proved yourself wrong. The whole time, she was glaring at you while Timotheé tried to engage in conversation. When he got up to go get another coffee, she was off on a rant about how you were obsessed with Timotheé and that you needed to stay away. As soon as Timmy came back, you said your goodbyes quickly and rushed out of the cafe, your blood boiling.
It took a week for Timotheé to realize you were acting strange. He walked in unannounced to your apartment just in time to see your regular fuck buddy, Jack come out.
He was pulling his t-shirt over his head, and once it was over his torso, Timotheé could see that he was panting. His eyes snapped up him, and he nodded. “Sup, dude.” Jack breathed out, smiling at him before leaving the apartment.
Timotheé felt his heart clench and he rolled his eyes. He wanted to like Jack, he really did, but he couldn’t bring himself too. He sighed and walked to your bedroom, where you were getting back into bed.
“What did you forget, Jack?” You sighed, your back facing him. You climbed under the covers and then you noticed Timotheé standing by the door, wearing a jean jacket, a graphic tee, and grey sweatpants. “Oh. It’s you.”
Timotheé scoffed. “Yeah, it’s me. Sorry to disappoint.” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Not happy to see me?”
You shrugged, but your insides were going crazy. Push back all the feelings. Don’t let him know. “Nice girlfriend.” Was all you said, pulling the covers up to your chin.
“This is about Lily.” He acknowledged. “I don't understand. Every time I get a girlfriend, you hate her. What’s wrong with you? Why won't you let me be happy?” You scoffed, turning over to look at him. “Let you be happy? That’s exactly what I’m trying to do! Every time you bring a girl near me, she automatically sees me as a threat. That’s why I stay away, so I don’t fuck up whatever is happening. I know you like Lily, and that’s why I haven’t been talking to you! She hates me, so I hate her. Just don’t bring her near me and we’ll be good.” You went off, throwing your hands up in the air at the end.
Timmy didn’t say anything, just raised his eyebrows. You stared at him, waiting for a response.
“...Sounds like you have a crush on me.” He shrugged, smirking at you.
Your heart sped up, afraid that he had caught you. Now everything was ruined. But you were going to do your best to deny it. “Grow the fuck up, Timotheé. This isn’t 2nd grade. I’m trying to be a good person.” You growl, laying back down and turning your back to him.
It was quiet, again. Then, you felt Timmy’s hands on your back, pushing you over. Then he was climbing in next to you, and he wrapped an arm around you. “Don’t be mad at me, please.” He mumbled, his forehead resting on your back.
God, curse you for falling for this scrawny, adorable, stubborn boy that is Timotheé Chalamet.
“I told you, I’m not mad at you.” You grumbled, trying to ignore the goosebumps on your skin from the arm that rested just below your breasts.
“You are. You’re just not admitting it,” He mumbled, his lips brushing against your skin with every word. The small action sent chills down your entire body. You couldn’t take this anymore. You thought you were going to explode if you didn't tell him.
“God damnit, Timotheé.” You whined, sitting up. You looked behind you to see Timotheé still laying down, staring at you. “How fucking oblivious can you be? How could you not see? Or maybe you did, and you’re doing this on purpose.” You shook your head, getting up.
“Slow down, y/n/n. What the fuck is going on?” Timmy furrowed his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.
“I’m fucking in love with you, Timotheé. I have been for years. You were too blind to see and I was too scared to tell. Are you happy now? You can get rid of me and go see your precious girlfriend. I’m staying away because I’m jealous, god.” You spilt out, not caring anymore. You kept your eyes anywhere but Timothee’s face.
“Y/n.” Timotheé said.
You sighed. “How hard is it for you to understand? I’m waiting. Just break my heart and leave.”
Your eyes finally landed on Timotheé only to see him centimeters away from your face. Then, he was leaning in and kissing you.
The feeling felt nothing like you thought it would. You thought it would bring butterflies to your stomach and make you feel all giddy, but it just ignited the flame inside you even more and your whole body felt like an oven. You didn’t realize you were kissing back until your fingers were tugging at his hair.
Your lips moved sloppily, but with so much passion. The way Timotheé’s hands fisted your shirt said it all. You were sure after this, there was no way you were going to be able to let him leave.
He was pulling you closer and closer to him, until there was no room in between you two. But then, his phone started ringing.
He told you to ignore it, but you shook your head and pulled away from him, using all your self restraint to do so. You were breathing heavily and so was he as he grabbed his phone, to see the contact name on the screen.
Lily.
so... part 3? idk. only if y'all wanna see it. this really did suck and I wanted to make it longer but I am a very shittayyyy writer.
check out my other stories here !! this is my first timo imagine, so there are no others for him unfortunately! I have written one piece for sweet pea from Riverdale and 2 for Kian Lawley :)
hope u all enjoy ur day!!! luv u <3
about the reality house series w kian- i sadly do not have enough ideas to do a full blown story, but it is a pretty lengthy imagine! am editing rn and will try and have it up for this weekend
as for the reality house imagine w Harrison- it’s coming along quite nicely! I will be doing a part 2, since so many people had different requests for the imagine!
just friends pt 3- it’s been done for a while now, just unsure if i should post it or not because part 2 flopped :( but part 1 did v well!
just friends - t. chalamet (part 3)
part 1 , part 2
pairing: reader x timothée chalamet
warnings: swearing, lotttssss of fluff
recap: timothée starts dating lily, lily doesn’t like reader, reader realizes she's in love, kiss
some of you who wanted part 3: @thenerdiverse @sadhwstudent @0verthnking @eternaleviee
4:48AM.
That’s the time the clock on your bedside table read. You were completely aware of the arm around your stomach, the hair tickling the back of your neck, and the soft breaths into the crook of your neck.
After the kiss, and the call from Lily, you both stared at the phone. Your heart was thumping erratically in your chest, and you were too afraid to see Timothée’s reaction. What surprised you the most, was when he pressed the off button on his phone and denied the call. He grabbed your hand, got into the bed and pulled you in with him. He turned you on your side and wrapped an arm around you, resting his head in the space between your neck and shoulder. He mumbled a “goodnight” to you, and only a few minutes later, his breath had evened out.
You’d been up since then, replaying what happened. Like a broken record. Goosebumps were all over your body, just remembering the feeling you got when he kissed you. Had he felt the same way all along? What did the kiss mean? Or maybe it was closure.
You used to call Timothée over all the time when you couldn’t sleep. He’d hold you or talk to you until he was sure you had passed out. It was quite funny that now, he was holding you, and you were unable to sleep because all of your thoughts were consumed of him.
Your body ached for you to turn around, and just stare at him. You wouldn’t let yourself though. Sleeping Timmy is just another way for you to fall more in love with him.
And wow. You had confessed your love for him. It came out at the least expected time. But you did it. The thing you've been stressing about all week, leaving a heavy weight on your shoulders, was off, and it felt good. But it brought a whole new set of worries. What was going to happen now? He doesn't feel the same way, and you try to keep your friendship but it’s too awkward for you so you end it? He does feel the same way, but doesn't want to hurt Lily and the kiss is never brought up again?
The possibilities were endless. It made your head hurt. You finally couldn't resist anymore and slowly turned over to face Timmy. You could make out his facial features in the dark. His arm suddenly tightened around you, pulling you even closer to him. And your heart melted into a puddle, of course.
Christmas was approaching and it was coming fast. One of your friends decided to have a Christmas party, filled with only your closest friends. Timothée was here too, somewhere making trouble. Unfortunately, you two hadn’t talked about the kiss at all. But he certainly didn’t ignore it. The smiles held more meaning behind it, the random staring, the small touches you knew were on purpose, like grazing your waist, or brushing his hand against yours.
No one in your group had any idea what happened to Lily. Timothée hasn’t mentioned her to anyone at all, since the kiss. You all could only assume it was trouble in paradise. Maybe, he told Lily and they got into a huge fight. Who knows?
Y/f/n’s Christmas parties always brought the spirit to the holidays. The beginning of December is when it was held each year. There would be a naked tree, untouched by any Christmas decorations, and containers full of ornaments next to it. Some people would take over the tree, while others would decorate cookies in the kitchen, and others would just sit around and drink alcohol.
You were around the Christmas tree, helping place ornaments, with a glass of wine in your hand. “I put the mistletoe on the kitchen doorway,” One of your friends mentioned. You all turned around and saw it hanging discreetly. “I wonder who’s gonna end up there first.”
You rolled your eyes and turned back to the tree. This year, most of the girls were working on the tree while the guys took over the kitchen. You could hear the rustle and laughter, and wondered how much of a mess they were making.
You spotted a bare spot on the tree, and grabbed an ornament to fill the space. Unfortunately, it was just a little bit too tall for you. You reached on your tip toes and just barely grazed the spot, but still couldn’t reach it. You were the tallest out of your girl friends, so it’s not like you could ask them.
As if answering your prayers, someone came up behind you and grabbed the ornament, hanging it with ease. When he dropped his hand, he wrapped his arms around you from behind. “Timo,” You acknowledged. Your friends sent you knowing glances, but turned back to what they were doing. “Shouldn’t you be decorating me a cookie right now?” You grinned.
“Already did.” Timothée gloated, bringing one of his hands up to your face, showing you his creation. It had white frosting and a bunch of sprinkles on it, and it looked like he tried to make a snowman but gave up. “Timmy, you never fail to impress me with your artistic skills.” You joked, leaning on him. He put the cookie to your lips and you took a bite of it. “The flavor though,” You added, throwing out a chefs kiss. “Exquisite.”
“I tried my best, okay?” He laughed. He looked up at the Christmas tree, resting his chin on your shoulder. “The tree looks amazing. You guys did way better than we ever do.” He said, referring to the guys.
“Girls are better than boys at everything, Timmy.” You snickered. He gasped. “Take that back, or you’ll regret it.” “I’m not scared of you.” You shrugged, his head moving up and back down with the gesture. He only made a humming sound, turning his head slightly so his nose brushed against your cheek. He kept it like that for a few seconds, before he unexpectedly licked a bold stripe up your cheek. You squealed and he jumped away from you, running off. You wiped off your cheek and ran after him, chasing him around the kitchen. He made a run for it and ran back out of the kitchen. You were hot on his heel, and then he stopped unexpectedly. “I give up.” He sighed. You grinned, and when he turned around he stuck his tongue out at you.
“Giving up so soon?” You pouted, holding back your smirk. He only laughed and shook his head.
“Um, y/n? Timothée?” One of your friends called out. You looked over at her, and saw her with a few other of your friends, all looking at you.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yeah?”
“Look up.”
You and Timothée both looked up at the same time, seeing the green leaves tied with a red ribbon above you. Shit.
The kiss was still fresh in your mind. He never gave you an answer. You looked over at Timothée, seeing him already looking at you. “Well, what are you waiting for, woman? We have to kiss.” He pointed at the mistletoe. You rolled your eyes and his serious face turned into a grin as he leaned in, cupping your cheek. He looked down at your lips, back up to your eyes, and back down. Then, you both hesitantly leaned in and your lips connected. Bringing back all the feelings.
Your head was spinning, your stomach was turning, and your legs felt like jello. Your hands clutched onto his sweatshirt, as your lips moved in sync with one another.
You became aware that there was still a crowd, and slowly pulled away. His hand didn't leave your cheek as you looked around at your friends who were all staring at the two of you. Some, with a smirk, some with their mouths opened wide, and some were winking at the two of you and grinning like crazy.
“Well, let’s watch a movie, shall we?”
It was a week later when you were in your living room, watching TV, and the door opened. You automatically knew it was Timothée, because he’s the only one who has a key.
He didn’t say anything, just joined you on the couch. “Mickey Mouse? Fantasia? Really?” He looked over at you, raising his eyebrows.
“Hey, sue me. It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen in my 23 years of living.” You scoffed. He shrugged and turned his head back to the screen.
It went on like that for a few minutes, until you reached for the remote and paused it. “Timmy, we need to talk about the kiss. Kisses.”
He looked over at you, nodding. “Yeah, we do.”
“W-what did that first kiss mean? Why’d you kiss me? What was the answer to that?” You blurted out, anxious to hear what had been keeping you up at night. Your heart sped up. It was all or nothing. He could have feelings for you, or he could reject you and possibly ruin the friendship forever? Not that you wanted to ruin your friendship over this. But you weren't so sure you could live knowing your best friend rejected you and you have to watch him move on in a life without you.
He kept eye contact with you, shifting his position so he was completely facing you. “Y/n, I’ve been in love with you since we met. I thought you knew and didn’t want to reject me, so I busied myself with other girls. If I’d known you felt like that the whole time, I would’ve kissed you a long time ago.” He smiled slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. Your heart sped up even more. He felt this way the whole time?
“I think we both know I’m pretty clueless when it comes to how other people are feeling.” You sheepishly grinned. He laughed, nodding. “You are kinda oblivious.” You both laughed at that.
“So... what does this mean?” You asked awkwardly. Lord knows you had no idea what to do in these kinds of situations. You avoided his gaze.
Then, your chin was being lifted up and Timothée’s lips were connected with yours. You kissed back immediately, your hand going to the back of his neck. This kiss felt similar to the one at the Christmas party, but with more emotion behind it. You both knew how you felt now and that made it all the more special.
Your hands played with the curls at the nape of his neck while his gripped your waist. He pulled you onto his lap, wanting you closer to him. When you both pulled away breathless, you rested your forehead on his. “I love you, Timmy.” You mumbled, a curl wrapped around your finger.
He grinned. “And I love you, y/n/n.”
should I write a pt 4 to just friends kinda like an epilogue lmao
I love how this movie has Timmy act through a wide variety of emotions.
Timothée Chalamet in 'Little Women' (2019)
That pouty lip is just....[[brain scrambled, can't think]]
A sickly Yule plz
(Timothee’s character from Don’t look up)
Awful
The sound of a hacking cough pulled me from my slumber. I rolled over and blindly patted the empty space in bed beside me. "Where's Yule?" I wondered until I heard the cough again.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I walked to our apartment's living room, where I spotted Yule on the couch. He looked so small as he hugged his legs and rested his forehead on his knees. He didn't even hear you approach and startled as you sat beside him and rubbed his back.
"I'm sorry for [cough] waking you up."
I flashed him a pitying half-smile. "That's okay, baby. In sickness and in health, remember?"
"I feel awful," Yule whined miserably as he all but fell onto my chest when I opened my arms to beckon him over for cuddles. My fingers carded through his long hair in an effort to soothe him. I could feel the heat of his fever radiating off his body.
I grew concerned when I could both feel and hear his breath rattling in his lungs. "You're going to the doctor in the morning," I stated firmly, giving him little room to argue. Yule hates doctors and hospitals, so I was shocked when all I got in response was a weak nod. He must feel really bad.
He quickly fell asleep, and I didn't have the heart to move him. I slowly laid back to get comfortable and put him into a reclining position to breathe easier. I found myself jolting awake through the rest of the night to check on him.
When morning came, I eased myself out from behind him to get my phone and make an appointment with his doctor. It turned out that he had pneumonia, so I sent him straight to bed after we picked up his antibiotics from the pharmacy. It was hard to get lucid Yule to sit still, but I was able to bribe him with cuddles and potato soup - his favorite.
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Angsty Sentence Starters #4
"I'm just so afraid."
"Don't you dare leave me alone!"
"We just don't work any more."
"I can't bare to lose you."
"You don't own me."
"This will end tonight."
"Maybe we should stop trying."
"It just wasn't meant to be."
"Sorry for everything I did."
"I guess this means goodbye."
"We had a good run."
"Nothing we can do about it."
"You never listen to me."
"I give up. You won."
"Are you happy now?"
"So this is it?"
"I need to leave."
"No, I don't owe you that."
"You have to let go."
"I'm sorry it came to this."
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A sick Lee maybe on a road trip to a vacation spot and he starts feeling unwell during the drive and he worries about ruining all the fun they are supposed to have but Reader reassures him and they still end up having a good time even though Lee is ill
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Anywhere
You were walking along the corn field's edge, stretching your legs after the long hours in the truck, when suddenly you felt strong arms grab you from the side and pull you into a near crushing hug. Your shriek was cut short by a hand over your mouth.
"Gotcha!" the source of your favorite voice in the world teased. Lee pecked you on the cheek, then let you free. You playfully scowled at him and punched him in the arm as you caught your breath.
"You really ought to pay more attention to your surroundings. I could have been a predator, you know," Lee continued. He let out a cute growl and crouched like he was about to pounce. But instead, he grabbed your hand and pulled you down to lay in the tall stalks and stare at the clouds. The two of you spent several minutes in companionable silence, hidden from the world, just holding hands, before he rolled over on his side to look at you.
"If you could go absolutely anywhere in the Lower 48, where would you go?" he asked, twirling a finger into a strand of your loose hair.
You bit your lip and looked up at the clear blue sky in thought. A wave of excitement flashed across your face and disappeared just as quickly.
"You made your idea face. Where is it?" he prodded.
You sat up and hugged your knees. "It's too far," you lamented.
"Just tell me." He looked up at you with an irresistible pout.
"Well...I've always wanted to see Niagara Falls since I was a little girl and saw it on a postcard."
Lee flashed a big grin and ran to the passenger side of the truck, all but ripping the glove box open to retrieve his map. He buried his face in it on his walk back and nearly tripped over an uneven patch of ground. You giggled, and he glared. Once Lee settled back into his spot next to you, his long, thin index finger set to work tracing the lines of the interstate highways from your current spot in the Midwest.
"We could be there tomorrow if we leave now, just in time for your birthday!" Lee exclaimed.
"Really?!" you replied in disbelief.
"Anything for my girl." He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your lips.
You blushed and dropped your head onto Lee's shoulder. You felt him rest his cheek on your hair as he let out a quiet, contented sigh.
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Soon, the two of you were back on the road. Lee was singing along with George Strait's "Amarillo by Morning" when he was interrupted by a cough. You pulled out your bottle of water to let him have a drink.
"Thanks. Just got a tickle in my throat." He cleared his throat several more times over the next hour or two. When the coughing flared again, you took over driving.
"Are you feeling okay?" you asked worriedly when he got back into the truck.
"I'm fine. Just tired." You thought you detected some congestion in his tone.
"Here. Drink more water," you instructed as you handed him the bottle once more.
"Yes, ma'am," he quipped sarcastically. He sank down in his seat, though, when you pursed your lips and raised an eyebrow at him. He then proceeded to take a swig.
As you drove, Lee's coughing worsened and his nose began to run. The poor thing shivered in his sleep as he leaned against the passenger door despite the summer heat. He didn't wake until he felt the truck come to a stop three hours later.
"Why are we at a motel?" he asked groggily and rubbed his eyes.
"I need to stop and you need to rest," you replied.
"We should keep driving."
"No, you can't get good, recuperative rest while sitting up in the truck, even if I drive. And I am dangerously close to dozing off. Give me the stash of money so I can go get us a room."
Lee just stared at you. He was used to making the plans and calling the shots.
"Give. Me. The. Stash," you repeated in a stilted tone.
His deep huff sent him into another coughing fit. He wordlessly caved and handed you the wad of cash from his boot as he caught his breath. You left him in the truck to walk into the office to retrieve keys.
One bright side of your lifestyle was traveling light, so you could focus on helping Lee inside without making multiple trips to the truck. He collapsed on the bed, fully clothed. You worked the boots off his feet and pulled the covers over his body. Your hand instantly recoiled at the heat radiating from his forehead when you checked for fever. You quickly grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, wet it down, and gently wiped his forehead and neck to provide him with some cooling relief.
Lee's eyes fluttered open, and he greeted you with a strained half smile. "We need to get back on the road early in the morning to stick to our timeline," he rasped.
"Let's worry about that in the morning," you whispered. You sat beside him on the bed and ran pushed the damp hair from his forehead. "We're not going anywhere as long as you are feverish."
"But-" he started to argue.
"But nothing. And if you are about to bring up my birthday, it's just another day."
"You only turn 20 once. No longer a teenager." He grinned and gently tapped your nose with his finger before letting his arm flop back to the bed.
"Only you are worried about that, old man," you teased. It had been a personal point of moral contention for Lee that he, a man in his 20s, was dating a quote-unquote teenaged girl. But he was enchanted by you ever since he met you at the county fair last year, right before your 19th birthday.
Lee feigned offense by narrowing his eyes at you, but his playfulness was overriden by another round of coughing.
"I'm going to walk over to the grocery store to get you some cough drops and cold medicine," you said in response, tucking him in tightly under the blanket. "Just lay here and try to rest more while I'm out."
The trip to the store was quick, but Lee was already sound asleep when you returned. You let him rest and snuggled up beside him in bed. Every now and then, you felt him shiver as his fever flared, and another round of chills shook his body. You were grateful, though, that his coughing subsided for a while, allowing him a few hours of solid rest until he woke you from deep slumber with his violent hacking around 2am.
You dosed him with cold medicine and turned on a hot shower in hopes that the steam would ease his breathing. He sat in the bathtub floor as you lathered shampoo and rinsed his hair and did your best to wash the sweat off his body. He weakly toweled himself off with your help.
"How are you feeling?" you asked from your perch on the bathroom counter as he sat on the edge of the tub. You scanned his face and observed the dark purple circles under his eyes and shakiness of the hand that ran through his hair.
"A little more human than earlier," he replied quietly. His voice was a little less gravelly thanks to the humidity in the bathroom.
You smirked. "That's good. I got us some snacks at the store. You should at least nibble on something before you go back to bed to keep up your strength."
"I feel wide awake. We can get back on the road and drive for a while."
"You should really get more rest, Lee. Otherwise, it may catch up with you while we're out in the middle of nowhere."
"I can't rest knowing that we have somewhere to be. Besides, I can either be miserable in bed, or miserable and at least making progress toward our destination."
You just blinked at him and sighed deeply. "Are you sure you feel up to it?" You felt his forehead. At least he wasn't running a fever. He simply nodded in return and leaned into your touch.
You narrowed your eyes at him skeptically. "Okay. Fine. But if we have to stop in the middle of the forest because you get worse, I swear you are never going to hear the end of it."
Lee chuckled and stood from his seat. "I would expect nothing less." He placed a hand on your cheek and kissed your forehead as he scooted by you to open the door. You crossed your arms and shook your head, though you temporarily distracted from your ire when Lee's towel dropped, revealing those perfect buns of his.
He walked out of the bathroom and noted the time on the alarm clock by the bed. He turned back to you and grinned. "Happy birthday, love."
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Thanks to your lack of luggage, the two of you were back on the road quickly as soon as Lee was dressed again. He opted to drive so you could get some more sleep since you had stayed up caring for him. You didn't argue because you could barely keep your eyes open.
A few hours later, you woke to the sound of Lee coughing again. You squirmed in your seat and blinked the sleep from your eyes. "Where are we?" you asked groggily.
"Ohio. We just crossed the state line a few minutes ago," Lee replied. The hoarseness had returned.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'll be fine for a little while longer, then we can just switch out driving."
"If you want to pull over, I can drive now after a short bathroom break."
"No offense, but you drive too slow. That's fine most of the time, but right now we are on a deadline."
"Wha- my driving is just fine!" You crossed your arms and pouted. He looked over at you and pulled a face, which broke your ire and made you laugh. You could never stay mad at him for long. He laughed, but the exertion instigated a coughing fit.
"Pull over," you demanded.
"Not yet," he replied once he recovered his breath.
"You need to rest. Otherwise, you won't be able to enjoy the falls with me. That matters more to me than seeing them alone." Ha. You knew that would play on his feelings.
Lee paused and released a deep sigh. "Fine. But we keep going. I can rest just fine in the passenger seat."
"Deal," you replied, flashing him a grin.
He pulled over into a wooded alcove so you could both get out and stretch. You tossed the cold medicine toward him. He winced.
"This stuff tastes disgusting, you know," Lee complained.
"Anything for your girl, right?" You winked, and he grumbled - but he complied.
You took over driving for the next stretch of the trip. Lee quickly fell asleep, hugging his legs and using his knees as a pillow. Before getting back into the truck, he had shown you the upcoming turns on the map, but you wouldn't need to turn for at least 100 miles - long enough to forget the specifics. You unknowingly took a wrong turn and followed the highway south, when you should have been traveling northeast. Lee came to a few hours later and asked how far you had gone.
"I'm not sure. The last town I saw was Fremont."
He frowned and snatched the map, frantically searching for the grid coordinates for the town. His face dropped. "[Y/N], we are heading away from New York now."
"B- but I took the road you said."
"We needed to turn off this highway about an hour ago."
You felt the blood drain from your face. "Oh," was all you could muster. You pulled over at the next driveway, jumped out of the truck, and slammed the door. Lee met you at the tailgate.
"Please don't yell at me." You cringed as you saw the disappointment in his face.
"Yell? Oh, babe, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at myself. If we hadn't stopped at the motel last night, we would be making great time. And if I hadn't been asleep, you wouldn't have missed your turn. I have single-handedly ruined your birthday." He kicked the tire to release some frustration.
You laid one hand on his arm and the other on the opposite cheek to encourage him to look at you. "Shouldn't I be the judge of that? Anywhere you are is exactly where I should be. We may not be where I hoped to be, but that doesn't matter as long as I'm with you. It's okay if we don't make it by midnight. I'd rather get there late than get there stressed. I'd like to enjoy all the places along the way that I've never been."
The two of you continued on at a much more leisurely pace, stopping when one or both of you needed to rest. You hit the New York state line right at midnight, marking the end of your birthday - but seeing Niagara Falls at sunrise more than made up for the delay. You stared out over the chasm and took it all in. The oranges and pinks of the skies were like a painting that belonged in a museum. The falls roared, and the mist tickled your face like thousands of tiny carresses.
"It's surreal. So beautiful," you whispered.
"Yes, it is."
You felt him take your left hand, but when you turned to look at his face, it wasn't where you expected.
He was down on one knee.
You gasped and covered your mouth with your free hand. You started nodding fervently.
Lee laughed. "I haven't even asked the question yet, love."
"Well, hurry up!"
"Oh, so *now* you are in a hurry," he teased, then cleared his throat. "I don't have a ring yet, but I can't wait another day to ask if you will be my travel companion for the rest of our lives."
You sniffled, and the tears overflowed from your eyes. You continued to nod. "Yes, Lee. Yes! Wherever you go, I go." He picked you up, spun you around, and planted a yearning kiss on your lips...
...and then started coughing. You laughed and guided him to the nearest bench.
"We got an early start on putting 'in sickness and in health' to the test," you teased.
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Since you asked me to do the help prompt for Timothee
Now it’s your turn 😊
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Micro story prompt: Help
Roll With It
(Young, shy, not famous Timothée)
The clock closed in on midnight as Timothée walked down the sidewalk of Austin's Sixth Street. Although the sun had been down for hours, the air was thick and humid, thanks to the Texas heat. He was lost in his thoughts, just moving along with the flow of foot traffic, when he heard a trilling voice call out.
"Finally! There you are! Where have you been?" a young twenty-something chirped. Timothée looked up and around, squinting to focus through the flashing bar signs to see who she was talking to as she waved and trotted toward him. She threw her arms around his neck when she caught up to him and whispered, "I need your help. Just roll with it - please! I think that guy is following me," she said rapidly under her breath.
Timothée closed his arms around her from their open position of shock and surprise. His eyes darted around, trying to find the alleged culprit. He spotted a shady character in a hoodie - suspicious behavior on its own in sweltering 90-degree weather. The man's gait slowed before slinking into one of the many bars when Timothée made eye contact.
"He's gone," he replied, loosening his grip on the [cute] stranger.
She exhaled a sigh of relief and stepped back to look behind her. "Oh, thank God. And you!" she exclaimed, facing him again.
"How did you know I wasn't just another creep?" he admonished. Her lashes fluttered like the butterflies in his stomach as her smile met her eyes.
"I just ran to the first friendly face I saw."
Timothée looked down at his feet to hide the blush he felt reddening his cheeks. "Oh yeah? Uh...so do you. Have a friendly face, I mean." The stranger giggled in return. "Can I, uh, walk you to wherever you're going?" he asked in a brief moment of bravery.
"Hmm, I dunno. My mom always told me not to talk to strangers," she replied, deadpan.
Timothée choked on his own breath. "Oh, right, of cour-"
"I'm kidding!" She held out her right hand, inviting him to take it. "I'm Savannah. But my friends call me Anna."
"I'm Timothée. Or Timmy, for short, i-if you want something shorter," he stumbled, his focus shifting to the feeling of her hand in his.
"Well, Timmy. Now we're not strangers. Walk me to Belmont, and I'll buy you a drink." Anna kept a grip on his hand and started to walk backward in the direction of her venue of choice.
"Are you going to walk backwards the whole time?" he replied through a chuckle.
Anna nodded playfully. "So I can see if anyone is following me," she joked.
Timothée puffed up his chest slightly. "I'll make sure nobody follows you." He pulled Anna back toward himself, nearly twirling her in dance-like fashion to walk beside him. He offered his arm after she let go. "This way, I don't have to save you twice in one night. You were going to fall keeping that up."
"Oh ho ho, so my knight in shining armor does have a sense of humor after all." Anna snuck a quick kiss to his cheek before threading her hand through the crook of his elbow. Timothée was grateful his responding blush was hidden by the dark of the night as they made their way down the block.
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Oh. I have not seen this one before. T looks so good with damp hair.
Timothée Chalamet And Oscar Isaac On The Set Of "Dune"
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This is my first one-shot featuring an actor rather than one of their characters. Timothée reminds me a lot of my first love and high-school sweetheart. We grew apart later in life, but I still look back fondly at moments we had like this.
Summary: You are heading off to college across the country. Your boyfriend, Timothée, surprises you with a sweet gesture on your last night together.
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"Come on," Timothée whisper-yelled as he looked down at you from his perch on your shared apartment building's fire escape.
You peered up at him nervously. "What are you doing?"
"You'll see if you ever get up here," he playfully mocked and then disappeared over the roof ledge.
Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down, you chanted to yourself as you pulled yourself up the ladder one rung at a time. "Doesn't he know I'm scared of heights?" you grumbled.
Your irritation melted when you finally made it to the top. Timothée stood by a telescope and a palette of blankets and pillows.
"I want to look at the stars with you," he said sheepishly as he gestured to the setup.
Your heart melted. You had no clue when he could have snuck away to set this up. The two of you had spent nearly every moment of the day together, trying to make the most of the remaining hours. The next day, you and your parents would be driving across the country to move you into your dorm room.
Timothée had the telescope trained on the moon. You both took turns looking through the apparatus, then laid down on the blankets with your pinkies linked to stare up at the sky. You looked over to take in his profile, the sharp angles of his jaw and nose, his curly head of hair.
"Thank you for this."
He squeezed your hand. "I find comfort in the fact that we will still be able to look up at the same moon, at the same stars, even though we're thousands of miles apart. When you look up, know that I am thinking about you." He rolled to his side to face you. "That I love you."
Your breath hitched, "You do?"
"At the risk of sounding super corny, to the moon and back," he replied with a big grin.
"I love you, too, Timmy." Your trembling lips met his as you tried to stifle your tears. "I'm going to miss you so much." Your voice broke and betrayed you.
He reached over and held your cheek. "Hey, shh, none of that. There will be plenty of time for tears tomorrow."
You saw his eyes move to something above you. He leaned up on his elbow and pointed to the sky. "Oh, look! Look! It's a shooting star!"
You sat up to look where he was pointing. "Timmy, that's just an airplane."
"I know, but we can pretend. Annnnnnd it distracted you from crying." He winked. "Make a wish."
You closed your eyes and smiled, complying with his silly instructions. You felt him staring at you.
"What did you wish for?" he asked softly.
"Well, if I tell you, it won't come true," you pushed playfully at his shoulder. His small smirk fell from his face as quickly as it began. He gently lowered himself back down to the blanket once more.
"I'll tell you mine because I don't want it to come true."
You gave him a puzzled look.
He looked up into your eyes and took your hand in his. "I wished you could stay. I'm saying it out loud because it would be selfish of me to genuinely want it to come true. You got a full ride to the school of your dreams! This is an amazing opportunity for you, and I'll be damned if I'll be the one to hold you back."
"Oh, Timmy." You laid down and snuggled into his side. The two of you stayed like that for hours in relative silence before he walked you back to your family's apartment.
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Timothée helped you and your parents load up the last of your belongings the next morning. He shook your dad's hand and gave your mom a hug before they stepped up into the truck, leaving the two of you alone for one last lingering moment.
He pulled a small, flat box from his pocket. "Open this on the way," he said as he handed it to you.
You looked down at the box and ran your thumb over the ribbon. Fat tears fell from your eyes as you looked up into his. Timothée pulled you into a hug, and you sobbed against his chest. You felt him plant a kiss against your hair.
"I am going to miss you so much, [Y/N]. But that has nothing on just how proud I am of you for pursuing your dreams. You are going to do amazing things." His voice cracked at the end.
"I love you, Timmy."
"I love you more."
He lifted your chin and drew you into one last kiss. Your tears mixed as your lips moved together. You pushed yourself away and wiped your face before hurriedly climbing into the back seat of the truck. You knew if you made eye contact that you might not have the strength to leave.
Timothée shut the door behind you. Now that you were buckled in and committed to the journey, you risked looking up at him. He looked as pitiful as you felt. His greenish blue eyes were red and puffy. His hands were stuffed in his pockets like he wasn't quite sure what to do next. As the truck moved forward, he loosened one to wave. You placed your hand on the window, wishing you could touch his one more time. You stared and waved until he was out of sight.
Your attention then fell to the gift in your lap. You gently tugged at the bow and opened the box to find a bracelet with delicate moon and star charms. Underneath, there was a small, handwritten note:
Don't forget to look up.
Love, T
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Ohhhhh some fodder to get the creative juices going. I'm still working on some older asks, but if y'all have any ideas HMU
Dialogue Response
"I want to kiss you."
"Then do it."
"Oh, I can tell."
"Here? Right now?"
"I want to kiss you too."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Then ask me nicely for a kiss."
"And yet you are still not doing it."
"I feel like you want to do more than that."
"Do you want me to bend down, so you can?"
"That's too bad, because it's not going to happen."
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Timothee gets sick and cancels their usual date night or night out with Madison and Y/N and Madison go to his house to find out why and then they take care of him 🥺
I have tried for months to draft this true to what was requested, but I was facing a mental block until I switched it to Madison being ill - then it just took off from there. Hope you still enjoy all the same.
Still Here (+3)
Summary: Timothée goes into dad mode when Madison is sick. Takes place after his dad has passed, so he doesn't have to worry about taking germs home. Post-engagement.
A/N: There are scenes I had in mind for my Still Here series that just didn't quite fit cleanly into any of the chapters, so I decided to add some "deleted scenes" for my loyal fans. Catch up on the main storyline here.
The sound of the phone vibrating against the wooden top of your computer desk interrupted your train of thought as you knocked out a grant application for the library. You looked down to see the dreaded words "School Nurse" displayed on the illuminated screen.
"Hello?" you answered tentatively, already standing to grab your keys and purse. These calls were never good, especially midday.
"Hi, is this Madison's mom?"
"Yes, it is."
"This is Bethany, the school nurse. Madison came to my office because she isn't feeling well. She has a cough, stuffy nose, and a headache. She's also running a fever. Are you able to come pick her up?"
"Poor girl. I'm leaving work now. I should be there in about 15 minutes."
After ending the call and giving the library director a heads up, you called Timothée while on your quick jaunt to the car.
"Hey, baby. What's up?" You rarely called to just say hello in the middle of the work day, so of course, he immediately asked what was going on.
"Hey, just got a call from the school nurse. Maddy is sick, so I am heading to the school to pick her up." You got into the car and shut the door behind you.
"Is she okay?" His voice surrounded you, concern evident, as the audio transferred to the car speakers.
"Sounds like standard viral stuff for this time of year. She should be fine with some medicine and rest. But she won't be able to go out with you tonight. Poor thing. She's going to be so disappointed to miss Timothée Tuesday." Despite the stress, a fond smile graced your lips at the name Maddy had lovingly coined for their regular "date" nights.
"Aww. Well, maybe I can still bring her a treat, if that's okay with you."
"That's so sweet, but you'll run the risk of getting sick, too."
"No more than you. It takes a village, remember? Let your village step in and help. Especially while your parents are out of town," Timothée chided.
"Yes, I know. You are right," you replied with feigned attitude. "Hey, I just pulled up to the school, so I need to let you go. Let me know when you are heading over."
You barely parked the car before jumping out and running to the main door, pressing the buzzer and shifting your weight impatiently from one foot to another as you waited to be let inside. When you walked in, you spotted Madison slumped in an armchair through the rectangular window of the nurse's door. The girl livened up a little when she looked up at the sound of your voice.
You held out your arms to her invitingly once you signed her out, gingerly feeling her forehead with your cheek as you embraced her. The nurse informed you that she needed to be fever-free for at least 24 hours before returning. You draped your arm around Maddy's shoulders as you both turned to walk out the door. "Welp, looks like you and I get to play hooky tomorrow," you teased in an attempt to lighten the mood. Madison just wordlessly nodded.
Once you arrived at your parents' house, she voluntarily went straight to bed after downing medicine and a glass of water. Your phone buzzed in your pocket shortly after with a text notification:
"Leaving Hartley now. Need me to pick up anything? How is she?"
"She went straight to bed, if that tells you anything. Can you pick up some liquid child cold medicine? I gave her the last dose of daytime medicine I have on hand."
"On it. I'll be there as quickly as I can."
"No rush. She can't have another dose for at least 4 hours anyway. Thanks, love."
About 30 minutes later, Timothée sent you a picture.
"Is this the right stuff? I didn't know there were so many options."
"Right stuff, but do they have any other flavor?"
"I thought she likes grapes?"
"She does, just not grape medicine."
"Ah, ok. Bubblegum or berry?"
"Bubblegum."
"Got it. Need anything else?"
"Nope, I think I have everything else."
"K. I should be there in about 20 minutes."
You replied with a heart emoji and got to work on washing the dishes and picking up around the house as an outlet for your nervous energy. Timothée let himself in and set down the bags on the kitchen island. You rewarded him with a sweet peck on the cheek. "Thank you for your help."
He smiled softly then started unloading the bags. "Here's the medicine, and I also got your favorite candy bar because I figured you would be a little stressed."
"You know me so well." You kissed him on the cheek again, never tiring of the slight dust of pink blush that always appeared without fail. "What's in the brown bag?"
"Oh, I called ahead to the diner and they made a fresh batch of Maddy's favorite ooey gooey rice krispie treats just for her. Timed it just right so they were ready after I stopped at the pharmacy across the street. Mandy said to give you her best and that she hopes Maddy feels better soon."
I can't believe this guy is mine, you thought to yourself. "You are so good to her. To us," you praised.
He shrugged and blushed once more. "I love you both. Of course I'm going to take care of my girls. She still asleep?"
You were about to respond when out of the corner of your eye you spotted Madison slowly shuffle into the kitchen, mechanically grabbing for a glass for water. Timothée turned when you nodded toward her direction.
"Hey, kiddo. How are you feeling?"
She grumbled incoherently and held her arms out to him like a walking zombie, resting her face against his torso when she reached him. One more growth spurt and she'd likely be up to his shoulders soon.
Timothée wrapped his arms around her to complete the hug. "I swung by the diner and picked up rice krispie treats. Figured I'd bring date night to you."
You heard a muffled "thank you" as she spoke into his shirt. She looked over at the bag. "I- I think I'll have one later." He clasped the back of her head gently with his large hand and looked up at you in shock. He had never seen her like this before, unwell to the point of refusing her favorite snack.
Tilting her head back to look up at Timothée, she whined, "I'm sorry that we can't go out."
He responded with a gentle boop to her nose. "Hey, none of that. I had a long day, too, so chilling on the couch to watch a movie sounds amazing. What do you say?"
"Can we watch Spider-man?" she asked with a weak smile, perking up at the idea.
"Sure! I mean, uh, if it's okay with your mom. It is PG-13." They both looked over to you with puppy eyes. You weren't as big of a fan of comic-based movies as they were.
"Oh, alright. Why don't y'all go get it started while I get supper going?"
As they walked off, you heard him question, "Alright, so which universe should we start with? Tom Holland, Tobey Mag-" until their voices faded into living room.
You set to work retrieving all the necessary ingredients for the casserole you had planned for tomorrow since you expected them to be out that evening. Once it was in the oven, you strolled into the living room to check on them. Maddy had fallen asleep again, this time with her head on Timothée's shoulder.
"She sat still too long," he whispered after pausing the movie. "She didn't even make it past the opening scene."
You pouted your lip slightly as you took in just how comfortable Madison looked with her self-proclaimed "bonus dad." Her bio dad was never this good or patient with her when she wasn't feeling well. But you knew Timothée would sit in that position all night if that is what she needed. You stepped toward them to help him from his confines, but he waved you off.
"Let her sleep until dinner is ready. I'm fine." A shit-eating grin then flashed across his face. "You know, you could join me and watch your favorite neighborhood Spider-man."
"Which one did y'all settle on?"
"Tobey. I figured we should start at the beginning."
"At the peak, you mean?" you replied with a smirk.
"Wha- oh, so you DO like Spider-man; you're just a purist," he countered.
"I'm just saying I've never had a crush on Andrew or Tom like I did on Tobey."
His jaw dropped. "That movie came out while we were in high school. How did I not know about this?"
"A woman has a right to her secrets. Besides, I wasn't going to ogle my celebrity crush in front of my boyfriend!" you teased.
"Your fiancé now." He smiled cheesily.
You leaned down for a quick kiss and nuzzle to the nose. "Yes, my now fiancé. Ah, saved by the bell!"
At the behest of the oven timer, you quickly returned to the kitchen. You set the table and dished out the first serving. Timothée nudged Madison awake and walked behind as she shuffled to the table.
She slumped lethargically into her chair and slowly began to eat - more like poking her food around versus actual eating. When you gave her a pointed look, she responded, "I'm just not hungry. I can't taste it."
Pity washed over your face and Timothée's. "Alright, take three more bites so you have at least some nourishment. You'll need energy to get better. I can give you more medicine in about an hour, then you can go to bed."
After dinner, Timothée and Madison continued the movie while you cleaned up the dishes. You could tell the earlier dose of medicine was wearing off. She shifted frequently, trying to get comfortable, and let out the occasional whimper as the fever returned.
You dosed Madison with nighttime cold medicine about 30 minutes before the end of the movie, but she fell asleep again with 10 minutes left. Timothée chuckled and deftly picked the girl up from the couch and carried her to her bed.
"Do you want me to stay tonight?" he whispered to you as he shut the door and stepped back into the hallway.
"But you have to...," you started to respond, but the look of disapproval on his face shut you up.
"You know I own my own business, so if you are going to say, 'But you have to work tomorrow,' that's not a good reason. So I'll ask again. Do you want me to stay tonight? Yes or no."
"Yes," you replied with a cheeky grin. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, but pulled back with his face scrunched with concern.
"Are *you* feeling alright?"
"Me? I- I feel a little run down and a bit stressed, but otherwise, I'm okay. Why?"
Timothée looked at you skeptically. "You just feel a little warm to the touch. Come on, let's get you to bed, too."
You changed into pajamas and got settled in bed. Timothée followed suit after turning off the lights. Nestled into comfort of his arms, you quickly succumbed to your exhaustion.
Hours later, you were ripped awake by a gnarly cough that wasn't from you. Heart racing, you sat up to see Timothée sitting on the edge of the bed, softly illuminated by the lamp on the nightstand. Next to him stood your daughter, blonde hair pasted to her forehead with sweat.
"Is it alright if I give her more medicine?" he asked. You nodded after confirming enough time had passed, and Timothée stood to lead Madison to the kitchen.
"I can do it," you muttered sleepily, grasping at the blanket to toss it to the side.
"I've got it. And I'm going to grab you some medicine and a thermometer, too, once she's settled. You're like a furnace."
Too tired to argue, you snuggled back down under the covers. You knew Madison was in good hands and fell back to sleep before he returned. When you next woke again, you spotted a glass of water and some cold medicine tablets on your nightstand. Timothée sat next to you, resting against the headboard while reading a book from your shelf.
"Since you have that forehead thermometer, I took your temp while you were asleep. You are officially sick, too."
You groaned. "Fantastic," you retorted sarcastically. "Is Maddy still asleep?"
"I haven't heard her stir yet. Once she's up, I'll make y'all some breakfast."
You smiled. "Thank you for staying to help."
"In sickness and in health, right?"
You chuckled. "We aren't married yet, silly."
"Just a formality, babe."
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As a single mom, this one really resonated with me. I projected my own desires of a potential partner while writing - someone who helps pick up some of the mental load without being asked. It's hella sexy, tbh. Lately, I could have really benefitted from having someone like this Timothée variant to "tag in" and not go it alone.
Solidarity to all the single parents out there 🫡
An extra scnce idea for still here
Timothee gets sick and cancels their usual date night or night out with Madison and Y/N and Madison go to his house to find out why and then they take care of him 🥺
I have tried for months to draft this true to what was requested, but I was facing a mental block until I switched it to Madison being ill - then it just took off from there. Hope you still enjoy all the same.
Still Here (+3)
Summary: Timothée goes into dad mode when Madison is sick. Takes place after his dad has passed, so he doesn't have to worry about taking germs home. Post-engagement.
A/N: There are scenes I had in mind for my Still Here series that just didn't quite fit cleanly into any of the chapters, so I decided to add some "deleted scenes" for my loyal fans. Catch up on the main storyline here.
The sound of the phone vibrating against the wooden top of your computer desk interrupted your train of thought as you knocked out a grant application for the library. You looked down to see the dreaded words "School Nurse" displayed on the illuminated screen.
"Hello?" you answered tentatively, already standing to grab your keys and purse. These calls were never good, especially midday.
"Hi, is this Madison's mom?"
"Yes, it is."
"This is Bethany, the school nurse. Madison came to my office because she isn't feeling well. She has a cough, stuffy nose, and a headache. She's also running a fever. Are you able to come pick her up?"
"Poor girl. I'm leaving work now. I should be there in about 15 minutes."
After ending the call and giving the library director a heads up, you called Timothée while on your quick jaunt to the car.
"Hey, baby. What's up?" You rarely called to just say hello in the middle of the work day, so of course, he immediately asked what was going on.
"Hey, just got a call from the school nurse. Maddy is sick, so I am heading to the school to pick her up." You got into the car and shut the door behind you.
"Is she okay?" His voice surrounded you, concern evident, as the audio transferred to the car speakers.
"Sounds like standard viral stuff for this time of year. She should be fine with some medicine and rest. But she won't be able to go out with you tonight. Poor thing. She's going to be so disappointed to miss Timothée Tuesday." Despite the stress, a fond smile graced your lips at the name Maddy had lovingly coined for their regular "date" nights.
"Aww. Well, maybe I can still bring her a treat, if that's okay with you."
"That's so sweet, but you'll run the risk of getting sick, too."
"No more than you. It takes a village, remember? Let your village step in and help. Especially while your parents are out of town," Timothée chided.
"Yes, I know. You are right," you replied with feigned attitude. "Hey, I just pulled up to the school, so I need to let you go. Let me know when you are heading over."
You barely parked the car before jumping out and running to the main door, pressing the buzzer and shifting your weight impatiently from one foot to another as you waited to be let inside. When you walked in, you spotted Madison slumped in an armchair through the rectangular window of the nurse's door. The girl livened up a little when she looked up at the sound of your voice.
You held out your arms to her invitingly once you signed her out, gingerly feeling her forehead with your cheek as you embraced her. The nurse informed you that she needed to be fever-free for at least 24 hours before returning. You draped your arm around Maddy's shoulders as you both turned to walk out the door. "Welp, looks like you and I get to play hooky tomorrow," you teased in an attempt to lighten the mood. Madison just wordlessly nodded.
Once you arrived at your parents' house, she voluntarily went straight to bed after downing medicine and a glass of water. Your phone buzzed in your pocket shortly after with a text notification:
"Leaving Hartley now. Need me to pick up anything? How is she?"
"She went straight to bed, if that tells you anything. Can you pick up some liquid child cold medicine? I gave her the last dose of daytime medicine I have on hand."
"On it. I'll be there as quickly as I can."
"No rush. She can't have another dose for at least 4 hours anyway. Thanks, love."
About 30 minutes later, Timothée sent you a picture.
"Is this the right stuff? I didn't know there were so many options."
"Right stuff, but do they have any other flavor?"
"I thought she likes grapes?"
"She does, just not grape medicine."
"Ah, ok. Bubblegum or berry?"
"Bubblegum."
"Got it. Need anything else?"
"Nope, I think I have everything else."
"K. I should be there in about 20 minutes."
You replied with a heart emoji and got to work on washing the dishes and picking up around the house as an outlet for your nervous energy. Timothée let himself in and set down the bags on the kitchen island. You rewarded him with a sweet peck on the cheek. "Thank you for your help."
He smiled softly then started unloading the bags. "Here's the medicine, and I also got your favorite candy bar because I figured you would be a little stressed."
"You know me so well." You kissed him on the cheek again, never tiring of the slight dust of pink blush that always appeared without fail. "What's in the brown bag?"
"Oh, I called ahead to the diner and they made a fresh batch of Maddy's favorite ooey gooey rice krispie treats just for her. Timed it just right so they were ready after I stopped at the pharmacy across the street. Mandy said to give you her best and that she hopes Maddy feels better soon."
I can't believe this guy is mine, you thought to yourself. "You are so good to her. To us," you praised.
He shrugged and blushed once more. "I love you both. Of course I'm going to take care of my girls. She still asleep?"
You were about to respond when out of the corner of your eye you spotted Madison slowly shuffle into the kitchen, mechanically grabbing for a glass for water. Timothée turned when you nodded toward her direction.
"Hey, kiddo. How are you feeling?"
She grumbled incoherently and held her arms out to him like a walking zombie, resting her face against his torso when she reached him. One more growth spurt and she'd likely be up to his shoulders soon.
Timothée wrapped his arms around her to complete the hug. "I swung by the diner and picked up rice krispie treats. Figured I'd bring date night to you."
You heard a muffled "thank you" as she spoke into his shirt. She looked over at the bag. "I- I think I'll have one later." He clasped the back of her head gently with his large hand and looked up at you in shock. He had never seen her like this before, unwell to the point of refusing her favorite snack.
Tilting her head back to look up at Timothée, she whined, "I'm sorry that we can't go out."
He responded with a gentle boop to her nose. "Hey, none of that. I had a long day, too, so chilling on the couch to watch a movie sounds amazing. What do you say?"
"Can we watch Spider-man?" she asked with a weak smile, perking up at the idea.
"Sure! I mean, uh, if it's okay with your mom. It is PG-13." They both looked over to you with puppy eyes. You weren't as big of a fan of comic-based movies as they were.
"Oh, alright. Why don't y'all go get it started while I get supper going?"
As they walked off, you heard him question, "Alright, so which universe should we start with? Tom Holland, Tobey Mag-" until their voices faded into living room.
You set to work retrieving all the necessary ingredients for the casserole you had planned for tomorrow since you expected them to be out that evening. Once it was in the oven, you strolled into the living room to check on them. Maddy had fallen asleep again, this time with her head on Timothée's shoulder.
"She sat still too long," he whispered after pausing the movie. "She didn't even make it past the opening scene."
You pouted your lip slightly as you took in just how comfortable Madison looked with her self-proclaimed "bonus dad." Her bio dad was never this good or patient with her when she wasn't feeling well. But you knew Timothée would sit in that position all night if that is what she needed. You stepped toward them to help him from his confines, but he waved you off.
"Let her sleep until dinner is ready. I'm fine." A shit-eating grin then flashed across his face. "You know, you could join me and watch your favorite neighborhood Spider-man."
"Which one did y'all settle on?"
"Tobey. I figured we should start at the beginning."
"At the peak, you mean?" you replied with a smirk.
"Wha- oh, so you DO like Spider-man; you're just a purist," he countered.
"I'm just saying I've never had a crush on Andrew or Tom like I did on Tobey."
His jaw dropped. "That movie came out while we were in high school. How did I not know about this?"
"A woman has a right to her secrets. Besides, I wasn't going to ogle my celebrity crush in front of my boyfriend!" you teased.
"Your fiancé now." He smiled cheesily.
You leaned down for a quick kiss and nuzzle to the nose. "Yes, my now fiancé. Ah, saved by the bell!"
At the behest of the oven timer, you quickly returned to the kitchen. You set the table and dished out the first serving. Timothée nudged Madison awake and walked behind as she shuffled to the table.
She slumped lethargically into her chair and slowly began to eat - more like poking her food around versus actual eating. When you gave her a pointed look, she responded, "I'm just not hungry. I can't taste it."
Pity washed over your face and Timothée's. "Alright, take three more bites so you have at least some nourishment. You'll need energy to get better. I can give you more medicine in about an hour, then you can go to bed."
After dinner, Timothée and Madison continued the movie while you cleaned up the dishes. You could tell the earlier dose of medicine was wearing off. She shifted frequently, trying to get comfortable, and let out the occasional whimper as the fever returned.
You dosed Madison with nighttime cold medicine about 30 minutes before the end of the movie, but she fell asleep again with 10 minutes left. Timothée chuckled and deftly picked the girl up from the couch and carried her to her bed.
"Do you want me to stay tonight?" he whispered to you as he shut the door and stepped back into the hallway.
"But you have to...," you started to respond, but the look of disapproval on his face shut you up.
"You know I own my own business, so if you are going to say, 'But you have to work tomorrow,' that's not a good reason. So I'll ask again. Do you want me to stay tonight? Yes or no."
"Yes," you replied with a cheeky grin. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, but pulled back with his face scrunched with concern.
"Are *you* feeling alright?"
"Me? I- I feel a little run down and a bit stressed, but otherwise, I'm okay. Why?"
Timothée looked at you skeptically. "You just feel a little warm to the touch. Come on, let's get you to bed, too."
You changed into pajamas and got settled in bed. Timothée followed suit after turning off the lights. Nestled into comfort of his arms, you quickly succumbed to your exhaustion.
Hours later, you were ripped awake by a gnarly cough that wasn't from you. Heart racing, you sat up to see Timothée sitting on the edge of the bed, softly illuminated by the lamp on the nightstand. Next to him stood your daughter, blonde hair pasted to her forehead with sweat.
"Is it alright if I give her more medicine?" he asked. You nodded after confirming enough time had passed, and Timothée stood to lead Madison to the kitchen.
"I can do it," you muttered sleepily, grasping at the blanket to toss it to the side.
"I've got it. And I'm going to grab you some medicine and a thermometer, too, once she's settled. You're like a furnace."
Too tired to argue, you snuggled back down under the covers. You knew Madison was in good hands and fell back to sleep before he returned. When you next woke again, you spotted a glass of water and some cold medicine tablets on your nightstand. Timothée sat next to you, resting against the headboard while reading a book from your shelf.
"Since you have that forehead thermometer, I took your temp while you were asleep. You are officially sick, too."
You groaned. "Fantastic," you retorted sarcastically. "Is Maddy still asleep?"
"I haven't heard her stir yet. Once she's up, I'll make y'all some breakfast."
You smiled. "Thank you for staying to help."
"In sickness and in health, right?"
You chuckled. "We aren't married yet, silly."
"Just a formality, babe."
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Idk after seeing timmy at the oscar’s ima need a timmy fic… maybe protective timmy when the paparazzi or people get too close and touchy, really whatever you want but i need to feed my timmy addiction lmao… he rocked!
i hope you’re also doing good!
I love Timmy. With my whole heart. Comfort human.
The cameras flash as my arm slinks around Timothee's, his eyes flickering down to me, raking over every emotion that my expression has to offer. My heart pounds anxiously against my chest as the reporters and paparazzi continue to shout out orders to us, my body following along with the tall man beside me, letting him guide me.
The pictures being taken are those that will be titled something along lines of 'happy couple', fawning over our outfits and loving glances. But my glances are full of fear as I look up at my boyfriend, nervous beyond belief at the shouting and people that seem to be inching closer and closer as we go along the carpet.
We hated these events. We liked to smaller more meaningful ones, ones that we could be ourselves. Not that we didn't love the flashy outfits and seeing all of our lovely coworkers, but it was socially and emotionally demanding, and it took every ounce of emotion and energy to keep us upright.
"You're alright." He coos, leaning forward, pressing a simple kiss to my forehead as his arm moves, wrapping around my waist to rest on my hip. My body fits into the side of his as my hand instinctively raises to rest on his chest, my eyes zoning out as I look out at the sea of cameras and flashes.
"Hey! Right here, Y/n!" The man in front of me suddenly steps forward, his camera not even a foot away from my face as Timothee immediately steps us back, his arm reaching out in front of us to set boundaries between us and the photographer.
"Not cool, man. Back up, let her breathe." Timothee interjects, my head turning to focus on him as his jaw tightens, angry that anyone would even think about getting close to me without a warning or explanation. The look Timothee gives the camera man has the other man stumbling backwards, blubbering out a pathetic apology before they all let us continue down the carpet, the doors into the event nearing.
By the time we reach the doors, my shoulders deflate, my fake smile finally falling as I immediately wrap my arms around Timothee's waist. He lets out a small laugh in relief, cradling the back of my head lovingly as he peppers kisses to the top of my head.
"Thank you."
"I've got you. Always."
sweetest baby angel 💘🥺
Timothée Chalamet as Nic Sheff in Beautiful Boy is a whole other level of heartache.