❥summary : “I just… I think I just fell in love with you even more,” He said, watching me intently. I felt myself suck in a breath. Stop looking at me like that or I’ll jump you right now. “W-What?!” He blubbered out, an astonished look on his face as he started laughing. My eyes widened as my face flushed. Did I say that out loud? Yes, yes you did, you moron.
I grasped the planets and stars in the palm of my hand, a grin on my face as I excitedly walked home. My feet stomped against the stone pavement, the wind sweeping my hair as I readjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder.
Once I saw the familiar building, I went in the elevator and pressed the button to my floor, a ding sounding at the arrival of my destination. I walked out the elevator, turning my head towards the right as I made my way towards my unit.
I unlocked the door with my key, swinging it open as I plopped down my bag on a chair and opened the bedroom door.
“Timmy! Look what I got!” I all but yelled. My boyfriend, Timothée, was sitting on the couch, phone in hand as he nearly fell off the bed at the sound of my voice. His head jerked up towards me, his mouth stretching into a smile when his eyes flitted with recognition.
“Hellomon amour, what did you get?” He asked, glancing at the stuff I held in my hands. He put his phone down and got off the bed, feet making their way towards me before he wrapped me in a hug. I melted in his arms for a moment, resting my head against the crook of his neck and letting my eyes flutter close for a split second. He buried his face in my hair, mumbling something but I couldn’t quite catch it. I pulled back.
“LOOK!” I chirped, showing him what I had in my hands.
“What are those?” He asked, a light laugh at the end of his sentence as he furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity at my excitement. Plastic planets and stars are what I held in my hand.
“They’re night lights! I saw them in that store next to the coffee shop and they glow in the dark!” I said. The grin that I was wearing was wide, my excitement uncontainable at something that most would call merely a small thing.
“That’s so cool y/n, do you want to put them up right now?” Timothée said, holding the bag of stars from your hand and intertwining your fingers together, dragging you towards your bedroom.
I grinned, rushing towards an empty jar and putting the planets in them, before running towards the curtains and pulling them shut. I turned around, the room was dark, a few streaks of light spilling from behind the curtains and I was met with a smiling Timmy, a fond look glazed over his eyes.
“What?” I asked, making my way to sit on the bed and staring up at him. He seemed to snap out of his trance, shaking his head a little causing his curls to bounce as he made his way towards me, the smile on his face still noticeable.
He kneeled down in front of me, his eyes had a glint of light in them, reflected from the leaks of light from the curtains that were hastily shut. “I just… I think I just fell in love with you even more,” He said, watching me intently. I felt myself suck in a breath. Stop looking at me like that or I’ll jump you right now.
“W-What?!” He blubbered out, an astonished look on his face as he started laughing. My eyes widened as my face flushed. Did I say that out loud? Yes, yes you did, you moron.
“S-Shut up,” I stuttered out feeling my cheeks heating up. I looked down at the jar of planets in my hand and gasped.
“Timmy! They’re fucking glowing!” I exclaimed, holding up the now luminous jar of glow-in-the-dark planets. They lit up a turquoise color, and I reached my hand into the jar to pull out one of the planets. I looked up to see Timmy had a boyish grin on his face as he held out a hand towards me.
“Let me see uranus,” He said, winking at the end of his sentence at me before he started laughing at his own joke. I struggled to contain my smile at the sound of his laughter.
“That… wasn’t funny,” I said, giving him an unimpressed look before he chuckled once more, leaning down to give me a kiss on the forehead.
“You love it when I make those jokes, mon amour, don’t even lie to me. Are we going to put up these glow-in-the-dark stuff or what?” He asked. I rolled my eyes before smiling.
“Hey love, guess what?” He asked, causing me to turn away from the jar of glowing planets.
“What?”
“You’re my universe.” He held up the stars and planets before laughing again, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.
first of all : you being the ultimate power couple of the internet
everyone would love the both of you, especially the paparazzis that see the both of you together
timothée would be the most supportive boyfriend ever
he would go to all your shows, the biggest smile on his face when he sees you walking down the runway like the true goddess you are
the cameras would always pan to timmy for a second when you came out because everyone knows boy was gonna look lovesick as fuck
when you do shoots for brands or gets sponsors, timmy would always hype you up for them
ok also whenever he sees you on a cover of a magazine mans would totally take a picture of it and send it to you or post in on his instagram story and the whole world would melt
also vice versa, you would be really supportive of timmy
the both of you having the most fun at red carpets and shoots, also going to the oscars with timmy
your outfits ✨
he would always have a hand around your waist and a fond smile on his face as he watches you smile for the cameras
messing around with each other a lot and laughing all the time
you two would be so adorable, timmy would literally be smitten for you i cant
if anyone has ever seen that video of dylan sprouse and barbara palvin dancing together you would be that couple (video)
timmy holding your hand wherever you both go
the both of you would walk around the city together, hand in hand
there would also be a picture of when the both of you passed a flower shop, timmy grabbed a rose and turned you around with the hand he was holding before going on one knee and graciously handing you the rose, the both of you giggling like idiots
the internet kind of broke when this picture surfaced
when you had to go to paris for fashion week timmy would definitely be there with you
you both would go around paris, timmy taking you places and i feel like you both would buy those disposable cameras for your trip and just have so many pictures of each other
timmy would take you around the city, the both of you running around paris in the night and it would’ve been the best time of your lives
timmy whispering to you in french and all the pet names in french
also flirting with you in french and even though you couldn’t understand a word he was saying, timmy would mean every single thing he said and your heart would melt
when the both of you were asked about your relationship during interviews, the both of you would confirm you were dating but wouldn’t go into detail because you liked to keep your relationship private
but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t flaunt each other on social media, especially instagram
if there was ever a picture of you from a photoshoot timmy would be lurking in the comment section hyping you up and you would do the same
timmy once posted a picture of you on your birthday, and it was the picture of you in paris and you were leaning over a balcony, a soft smile on your face and the caption would be “happy birthday, mon amour” and everyone would go crazy
on your anniversary you posted a picture of the both of you sat on the floor by a window at night, your apartment overlooking the city behind you as there were both your silhouettes having your heads thrown back in laughter with glasses of wine in your hands
ok first of all lets state the obvious : he would definitely be very big on pda
would hold your hand anywhereandeverywhere, even if there are paparazzis or if you were walking down a red carpet.
have his arm around your waist or your shoulders
he loves when you thread your fingers through his curls, mans could live off of that shit
would literally feel sleep wash over him when you do that
hugs from behind <3
when you hug he would bury his face in your shoulder
for instance, you would be met with a very exhausted timmy and when you stand up and reach your arms out for a hug
he just melts into your arms and his head goes plop on your shoulder
he would also give you so many forehead kisses it would be so cute
when he has to leave for something he would always give you a kiss on the crown of your head
also when you meet him again like
“hellomon amour” *pecks your forehead before continuing his conversation with the person in front of him*
pet names in french <3
so many of them
mumbling compliments in french and even though you dont understand them your face would flush and he would love it
“t’as d’beaux yeux” you have beautiful eyes
you both would not be really open about your relationship, but you also dont try to hide it either
timmy wouldn’t deny being in a relationship to you when asked in interviews but also wouldn’t really go into detail
there would be pictures from paparazzis of the both of you holding hands, timmy trying to cover your face, the both of you with lovesick grins on your faces as you look at each other and the internet would just soak it all up
the fans love the both of you, the tabloids also would always be on the look out for the both of you
like fans would often see the both of you out in public either on a date or just exploring the city together
everyone can easily see how smitten timmy is for you and vice versa
he would literally die when you would wear his clothes, especially if you wore it out in public like going to the grocery store in his hoodie
the internet freaking out when the made the connection
timmy would also send you flowers if he was away shooting or on press tour
facetiming everyday with each other
you surprising him and flying out to meet him
my boy would be so smiley and would run up to you to grab you in a big hug, swaying the both of you
for your anniversary you both would go on vacation and fans would see the both of you in the airport to go on your trip, and a fan would see timmy jokingly reach his hand out for you to take it when your flight was called, you giggling while taking his hand and him placing a kiss on your knuckles im soft
overall you would be the ultimate power couple aka the couple all couples want to be and what all the single people cry over and timmy would be the best boyfriend ever
summary: it seems as though you kept falling in love with him harder than the last after every little action, every sentence spoken. you bit your lip as you felt your cheeks flush, watching timmy as he looked back up at you and smiled.
# : i have been so inactive lately and i’m trying to write some more fics, so heres a fic i wrote yesterday :)
You groaned as you stepped out of the car, rubbing your eyes with the back of your palms before you looked up at the dark, night sky that stretched over New York.
You heard Timothee thank the cab before slamming the car door close, his footsteps approaching you. He wrapped an arm around your waist before feeling him press a kiss against your temple.
“You alright y/n?” You nodded before starting to walk towards your front door and you felt something softly slap against your ankle. Looking down, you groaned for the second time that night at the sight of your loose shoelaces.
You crouched down and placed a hand against the rough pavement to steady yourself before trying to tie the laces. The operative word being try. You furrowed your eyebrows as your fingers wrapped one rope with another.
You were far too sleepy and tired to be able to see properly or be able to control your fingers. You saw Timmy’s shadow loom over you as you continued to fumble with the laces.
Stupid laces. Why can’t I fucking tie them–
“You need help, mon amour?” you heard Timmy ask. You huffed, shoulders slumping in fatigue as your hands plopped down onto the pavement and dropped the laces, giving up.
As your eyes began to droop again, you saw Timmy crouching down in front of you, his green eyes piercing into yours with the slightest hint of a smile on his face. You leaned forward and rested your head against his, letting your eyes fall shut and hearing him chuckle.
“Here,” you heard him say. Your eyes peeled open slowly to see him looking down, his curls covering his face. You glanced down and felt your breath hitch when you saw your boyfriend tying your loose shoelaces. You watched as his fingers carefully knotted the ropes, looping one around the other before tugging at the ends to tighten it.
You felt your heart hammer against your chest at the action. It seems as though you kept falling in love with him harder than the last after every little action, every sentence spoken. You bit your lip as you felt your cheeks flush, watching Timmy as he looked back up at you and smiled.
God, that smile.
“I love you,” you mumbled, eyes falling shut as your head flopped back against Timmy’s, causing the boy to laugh lightly at your somnolent state.
“I love you too y/n. Let’s go home, yeah?” He softly whispered. You nodded before he wrapped his hands around your wrists, slowly standing you both back up. He grabbed your hand and walked you both back to your apartment.
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- Timothée Chalamet - Harry Styles fan fiction
smut
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Eastcheap was bustling in the late afternoon sunshine. You could hear the sound of people haggling over goods as you passed market stores. One woman was yelling at a storekeeper, the reason for her outburst unclear, but you giggled at the sight of the old lady waving her fingers in the mans red face.
Basket in hand, you headed to a fruit store near the west side of the market. The shop keeper’s son, Peter, had been trying to court you for years now, and always saved you the best-looking apples. In return, you trifled with him, but only ever enough to keep him on your hook.
After collecting everything you needed for the day, you headed back towards your family’s cottage. Rounding a corner, a fly caught your eye as it buzzed around your fresh bread. You reached down into your basket to swat it away and suddenly crashed into someone walking in the opposite direction. It sent you plummeting into the mud. the filth-ridden muck covered your entire backside, and your newly purchased food was tossed all around you.
“My sincerest apologies.” A voice rang out above you, a hand reaching down to help you stand up. “I must confess, my mind be consumed this day. You must pardon my carelessness.” You reached up to take his hand. Your eyes widened at the sight of Henry Prince of Wales pulling you to your feet, your frustration immediately morphing into embarrassment and apprehension. You bent to curtsy as best as you knew how.
“Your highness, th-the fault lies entirely with me,” you stuttered, stagnant in your curtsy, eyes glued to the ground. Noticing he was wobbling on his feet a little, and quickly realizing he was drunk. Not an uncommon sight in Eastcheap, where the young price currently lived. You had seen him stumbling out of Hooper’s many times, but never spoke to him. Your father had forbidden you from the tavern, and you understood why.
He bent down, reaching for an apple, and commenced filling your basket. “Your highness, please.” You begged, reaching out to take the apple from his hand, but he swept it aside. looking up into your eyes with an intensifying glare that quickly fell from his face, as if he had looked into your soul and recognised something familiar.
“Come.” He commanded, standing up. He handed you your basket of apples but left the bread in the mud. “You must permit me the courtesy of replacing that loaf of bread.” He ordered, his fingers hooking into his leather belt as he walked past you and back towards the market.
“Please, I bed of you, your highness, I can not allow you to-” He cut you off.
“I be bound by my honour. You will allow me the courtesy of replacing that loaf of bread.” He repeated sternly. Unsure of how to handle the situation you gave in, following behind him nervously. He paused, letting you catch up. “What be your name?” He asked.
“(y/n),” you replied.
“And your father’s occupation?” The prince continued.
“He’s a printer, your highness.” You responded.
“You be well versed in the art of reading and writing then?” There was a hint of curiosity in his voice.
“Yes, your majesty.” You boasted proudly. It was uncommon to have this skill. You felt deep gratitude towards your father for teaching you, a common woman, who in most eyes had no place learning such things.
“That is fortunate indeed, I am intrigued you know. Of what works be you familiar?” He continued his interrogation.
“Not a great deal, your highness. My father merely be a printer of news. Though I did come across some poems by Sir John Gower that I thoroughly enjoyed.
“Ah, yes. The ‘Mirour de l’Omme’ and such.” He responded, and you nodded.
“Yes, your highness.” You confirmed, arriving at the bread storefront. He purchased your bread and bid you farewell, stumbling as he walked off towards Hooper’s.
You couldn’t entirely understand why you felt so flustered. Even though he was the prince, he was still a drunken letch. You knew many young maidens in Eastcheap had slept with him on drunken nights, but he seldom remembered their names the come morning. You had previously made up your mind that he would be more trouble than he was worth, but now you didn’t know how you felt. That brief second when he has stared into your eyes had affected you in ways you didn’t understand. The blue, green and hazel dancing in his eyes were mesmerising, as was the tortured soul peering from within.
After your encounter, a few days passed as normal. Until the third morning, when you woke up to your brother shaking your shoulders.
“(y/n), wake up! Wake up! The prince sent you a dress!” He said urgently. You slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.
“The pr-” You replied, but your brother cut you off, reaching out to grab your arm and pull you out of your bedroom door.
“Come see for yourself.” He demanded.
Early morning light was pouring into the living room when your brother dragged you in. Your mother and father were standing by the small stone fireplace, admiring a beautiful blue velvet gown with gold embroidery that was considerably more beautiful than anything you had ever owned.
“It seems the prince does send you a dress, and what’s more he does send an invitation too.” Your mother said sternly looking up at you. “You must be careful with him. He may be a prince, but he be no princely fellow.” your father warned.
“I am abundantly aware of the kind of man our young prince be, father. My eyes are not so clouded, do not worry yourself so.” You said reassuringly, picking up the dress and taking it to your room. A smile beamed across your face as soon as the prying eyes of your family were at your back.
Dusk was settling over Eastcheap when you finally slipped yourself into the stunning blue dress and set off to the prince’s residence. the streets were quiet, soft candlelight spilling from dining rooms as families gathered for dinner. When you arrived, a servant took your hooded cloak and showed you across the foyer into the spacious dining room. Hal was slumped in a padded chair by the fire, lost in deep thought.
“Your highness, (y/n) has arrived.” The servant said, bowing and returning the way you had come in.
“Your highness,” you said, bending into a curtsy.
“Hal be sufficient,” he replied. “Sit.”
You took a seat opposite him awkwardly. “I must thank your highness for the dress. I truly do not know what I did to deserve such a thing.”
“We need not speak of it. The acquirement of material possessions be not a burden in which I am accustomed. Those lie rooted in entirely different obstacles.” He stated. He was sullen compared to when you first met. His eyes had an air of sorrow about them as they bore into your skin.
“You be air too but the most powerful man in all the kingdom, what thoughts may keep you up so?” You asked.
“Mmm,” he murmured. closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the chair. “I do not seek that which on top my fathers head does rest.” He stated. “I have borne witness to the darkness which does seep into its bearer,” he went on.
“And you believe the self-pity in which you currently wallow will yield something of a different result?” The words spilling from your lips before you had the sense to silence yourself.
His eyes opened again, glaring at you. “You comment on matters in which you can not understand.” He scowled.
“Forgive me, your highness. It was not my place.” You apologised. “If I may be so bold. Be not to hear my opinions, why then, may I ask, did you invite me here?” You knew full well you were being much too bold, but something about the prince had ignited a fuse within you. “You say I cannot understand such things. Why, pray tell, can I not? Because I am a woman? Or is it that I am not of high birth?” You questioned. “I may be these things, that is true, but I do see you, Henry Prince of Wales.”
He was staring at you now with such an intensity it sent goosebumps sailing across your skin. But you were set in your resolve. You would not yield or silence yourself for the sake of his comfort, even if the consequences were dire.
“What be that in which you see, that in which you claim to know from such a brief passing of words.” His voice stern but undeniably curious.
“I see you blame yourself for deeds that do not be yours. I see you drink and fuck in futile pursuit of that which makes you numb.” You stood up and stepped forward so you were standing over him. looking into his eyes as they widened with confusion. You lifted the hem of your gown so you could straddle him. Without explanation, you began to unbutton his tunic and removed it from his shoulders. He offered no protests, he just stared into your eyes intently, silent. You pulled his undershirt over his head and ran your fingers down his chest before reaching for a candle that was sitting on the table. “I see that which you truly desire be to actually feel something.” You said, slowly pouring hot wax down his chest.
“Ahhhh,” he hissed, gritting his teeth as he exhaled and closed his eyes. You poured more, the opaque liquid returning to white as the cooling droplets splattered across his delicate, pale skin. streaming down his chest and over his taut, skinny stomach “Fuck,” he muttered, opening his eyes and looking back up at you. You placed the candle back on the table, and brought your hands to his cheeks, tracing the small scar under his left eye with your thumb.
“You are quite unlike any person I have yet encountered,” Hal admitted, his eyes wandering to your lips and then back to your eyes. You leaned in so your lips brushed his. He came to meet you but you pulled back, teasing him. You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, leaning in yet again to bite it playfully.
“Do you taste a longing for my lips?” You asked. His forehead furrowed, the desire to kiss you written across his face. “Good,” you affirmed. lifting yourself form his lap, trailing your fingers across his shoulder as you walked back towards the door.
“I must be going now, your highness.” excusing yourself. You turned once more to curtsy, spying a shocked look settling over the prince’s face, Then walked out, draping your cloak over yourself as you left. A grin creeping across your face. You were proud you had rattled him so.
The following day was not but halfway done when the prince’s man Falstaff came to call on you. He stood in your doorway, his hand entangled in his bushy beard, attempting to scratch his chin.
“I do not claim to comprehend how you have bespelled his highness so, but it is true none the less. I have been asked to request your presence again this evening.” Your inner voice was giggling at your success as you agreed to meet the prince again.
For the second night in a row, you set off towards the prince’s residence. This time, Hal opened the door himself, his house staff nowhere to be seen. He greeted you with a kiss on the back of your hand and showed you through to the living room. His eyes glued to your every move.
