Can I Request One Where Tim And Y/n Are Co Stars And They Go To An Event Or Something. And Y/nos Ex Is

Can I request one where tim and y/n are co stars and they go to an event or something. And y/no’s ex is there who cheated on her so they try to make him jealous but at the end they realize they LOWKEY like each other. Thank u!!

it was you all along ༊*·˚

part i

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« We are here! », the driver announced. You smiled nervously feeling your heart pounding wildly and shivers running down to every part of your body. It felt as if you forgot how to breathe for a moment. Your stomach was tied into knots and your hands were unconsciously trembling.

You really didn't want to go.

After everything that happened between you and your ex-boyfriend, the last thing you wanted to do was make public appearances.

« Are you okay, Y/N? », your manager asked. You smiled at her and nodded positively. You had no intention to worry her since she was the one who so eagerly wanted to be there. « Don't be nervous, » she told you cupping your cheek. « I am very proud of you. You deserve this. » You gulped and bobbed your head again. « You look beautiful, let's go, » she said as your door opened letting inside hysterical screams.

Loud voices could be heard from every direction combined with the sound of camera rolls. Your manager was the first to get out of the car, followed by you.

« Thank you, » you smiled at the man that held your hand to help you get out of the car. Your eyes scanned the place that was filled with photographers, media, and fans screaming their lungs out for you.

A pair of heels brushed against the red carpet followed by your silky dress. You posed in front of the camera for a few moments, before moving to your fans. Their screams became even louder once you approached them, causing a grin to appear on your face.

They were so kind to you, none of them mentioning the drama you were involved a month before. You happily signed autographs, took pictures with them, and spoke to them for a while. It was only fair that you spent some time with them, after all, they were always supporting you on your long journey to Holywood.

« Hi, you look great, » you said to some of them as you signed books and papers.

« Y/N, you look amazing! », a fan yelled from the back making you raise your eyes from the paper and smile at them.

Some of them asked for a hug and you were more than happy to give it to them followed by a kiss on the cheek. There was this girl with a polaroid camera that asked if you could pose for her and you gladly did.

Minutes later, your manager tapped your shoulder to move to the interviewers that called your name.

« Hi, » you shook the hand of a woman. « You look amazing. »

« You look amazing, » the interviewer chuckled at you leaving your hand free. « We are here with nominee Y/N L/N! Congratulations on your nomination, Y/N. » « Thank you, » you smiled kindly.

She started asking you questions about your nomination, your clothes, and your feelings for the night. One by one, you replied to her questions with honesty, until you heard the crowd going crazy and turned around to see who was on the carpet that caused all that panic.

Your smile disappeared. You felt out of place and time as you watched your ex-boyfriend walking on the red carpet. Your eyes were fixed on him, the voice of the interviewer fading in the background.

This man treated you like shit for more than three years with the peek being a video that was spread all across the internet of him making out with a random girl at a club.

From the moment he entered your life to the moment he exited, he only left ruins.

You were a very closed and private person. Acting for you was nothing more than a job. Unlike other celebrities, you weren't willing to sacrifice your private life at the altar of money and fame. Your job was your job and your personal life was your personal life. You had drawn a very distinctive line between the two of them since the beginning of your career, not letting anyone interfere or mix things up. You were serious with your job. It wasn't a hunt for popularity or for feeding your ego, it was your job.

The fact that you didn't have any public social media or you never overshared anything about your private life was a big topic of discussion, especially during interviews. Your secrecy was working both as a temptation for people to uncover who you really were, and at the same time as a weapon to protect yourself, your loved ones and live your life peacefully.

You were Hollywood's mystery, a question mark, and you had no intention of turning into a comma.

All until you met him, Paolo Scotti.

He was a new director doing mostly short films in the beginning, inspired by the French New Wave, chasing a place in the world of fame. Some film critics were calling his work pretentious, and others thought he was a genius.

But you didn't give any attention to the critics. You had fallen madly in love. From the moment you exchanged your first words, you loved him. He was smart and creative and he had so much passion for what he was doing.

You starred in most of his filmography. People considered you his muse. And even though he was your boyfriend, no one had ever said anything about him favoring you, because you were truly brilliant at your work. In fact, most people were saying that you were the only reason the movies were good in the first place. And that was the truth. You were his ticket to success.

At first, he was laughing with you and responded with something like « Of course, my muse is the person I fell in love with. » Or when they were asking him « Why do you always pick Y/N in your films? », he would reply: « I need to love the people I film, that's why I always take Y/N L/N. »

But later, when he got the Palme d'Or and he became famous, his behavior behind the scenes started to change.

He became harsher to you and to the other actors as well. He was being cruel, yelling at you, torturing you by performing the same scenes over and over, only for him to finally choose your second or even first take.

And you were trapped in a weird place, where you had to agree and accept everything in fear of losing him. But the closer you got, the more difficult it became to detach from him. You had rejected very good opportunities just because he gave you ridiculously long speeches about how they were going to ruin your career. You didn't work with Greta Gerwig because Little Women was « a film for children. » You didn't work with Denis Villeneuve because Dune was an action movie and "you'll never be able to detach from your character." You didn't work with many great names that wanted specifically you for their roles.

And you never complained to him. You trusted him because you loved him and you thought he wanted the best for you.

You started to get suspicious of this behavior after another film opportunity.

Luca Guadagnino wanted you for his leading role in a new film, starring alongside Timothée Chalamet. You had worked with Luca in the past and of course, you knew Timothée Chalamet from his previous works but you had never collaborated with him.

Luca, one of the most notable directors, was offering you the leading role without even an audition because he wanted you. There was nothing that would make you refuse. You loved Luca and you kept in touch with him after a film you had worked on together in the past. He was like your mentor or father, since he was the one that introduced you to the industry when you were only fourteen years old. He saw something in you that didn't want to waste it. Till then, he was giving you advice and had openly announced his disapproval of the roles you were rejecting.

When your manager called to inform you about Luca's new movie, the first thing you did, before calling your parents, before calling your friends, before calling Luca himself, was to call him. Not only wasn't he happy, but he also insisted that you refuse the role because it would destroy your career.

« Believe me Y/N the last thing you need is a romance movie, » he said. You tried to explain to him that it wasn't just a romantic film, but he was so stubborn and wouldn't listen to you. He kept insisting that he was right.

Even the way that he was speaking was possessive. He would raise his voice like some kind of politician and he would keep talking loud and clear no matter what you were saying, completely ignoring your voice, causing you to just stop.

You had a long discussion about this because you appreciated him as an artist and of course, wanted his opinion. But hearing everything he had to say and actually listening to his words just made you feel uncomfortable around him. He wasn't protective. He didn't care about your career. He was controlling and selfish.

Nevertheless, you accepted the role and that was one of the best decisions you had ever made. The energy on set was incredible and never before did you have so much fun while making a film.

The main reason for that was Timothée. You had heard from other actors about the energy he brought and you were lucky enough to witness yourself.

Thinking all this while being nominated for a leading role, made you feel so stupid for ever falling in love with him. He was trying to manipulate you from the beginning of your relationship. You had lost so many opportunities because of him.

And not only had you lost a big part of your career, but you had also lost your dignity. He cheated on you because he was mad that he couldn't have you fully.

« Excuse me, what was the question? », you turned back to the woman with a flustered look on your face. You smiled apologetically at her.

« Are you excited to see anybody win? », she asked you.

« Oh, em... Timmy obviously, » you said your lips slowly curling up.

« Of course, Timothée, he's nominated as well, congratulations to him. »

« I really hope he wins... Honestly, I'd be happier for him to win than I'd be for myself. » The interviewer smiled warmly.

« Is there anyone else you have your hopes up for? »

« No, not really, » you replied truthfully. « I don't have a particular person in mind. »

« Not even Paolo Scotti? » The question found you unprepared. Your lips slightly separated not really sure how to respond. The interviewer was smiling with that fake enthusiasm, but you could tell she must've felt really proud for asking a question like that and making you speechless.

« What are you talking about? », a loud joyful voice rang to your ear as an arm wrapped around your waist and a pair of wet lips touched your cheek. You grinned immediately because without even looking at who it was you already knew by his scent alone.

« Oh my God, hi! », you smiled and hugged him, looking up at his eyes that though they appeared tired, had a radiant brightness spreading out of them, as if they were blue, green, brown galaxies all mixed together.

He lightly leaned his head brown curls falling on top of your forehead as his ticklish hot breath moved to your ear.

« I thought you weren't coming, » he whispered for only you to hear. Your smile grew even brighter at the sound of his voice. You leaned your head to his ear.

« It was mandatory, » you said making him chuckle. Your faces were only centimeters apart, so close that your noses even touched. « Besides, I wanted to be here for you, » you locked eyes for a moment. He lightly clenched his jaw to stop his grin from growing even bigger and then looked away with pinkish cheeks.

« Hello! », the reporter said. « You look amazing tonight, Timothée! »

« Thank you, thank you, » he said.

« How do you find Y/N tonight? » Tim rubbed his face with his hands and glanced once at you before replying.

« That's not even a question, » he smiled. « Beautiful as always. » Your jaw clenched to prevent yourself from smiling.

« She is beautiful, » the interviewer agreed. « And do you think she's going to win tonight? »

« She's already a winner for me, but it'd be fucking awesome if she won a statue. » You laughed at his words and he smiled down at you. « I know Mrs. L/N wants it for the living room. » You lightly shook your head before he waved to the camera. « Love you, Mrs. L/n! »

« Love you mom, » you chuckled back.

« Well, good luck to both of you, I'm crossing my fingers! »

« Thank you, » you and Timmy mumbled before walking away. He playfully pushed your shoulder with his and smiled warmly. You laughed and shook your head questionably. You slowly walked to the Theater.

Timothée was Timothée.

While filming, you had connected with him from the moment you first looked at each other. He was hypnotizing and charming. Whenever he was looking at you, he made you unconsciously smile only because his eyes met yours, and whenever he was speaking, you couldn't help but hang from every word of his and stare at the way his lips and his hands were moving. He must have noticed once, because he chuckled and looked away leaving red marks on his cheeks.

But you didn't just like Timothée and his energy. You like yourself when you were with him.

Luca had noticed your chemistry and how magnetic you were for one another. After shooting the very first scene of you together, he knew that something didn't feel right. So, he decided to do something he had never done before, he let you shoot the movie just like Godard, without a script. You and Timothée were both skeptical and anxious, but Luca insisted. And of course, he was right because you ended up both being nominated.

Everything was coming off so naturally, your reactions were so genuine, that at some point you attached to your roles -- or your roles attached to you, and it didn't feel like the cameras existed or you were shooting a film anymore.

The film was just you two being yourselves. That attachment to your roles caused a few problems on set, for example, sometimes you forgot you were surrounded by cameras and accidentally called the other by their real name. At times like these, Timothée was turning red like a tomato and you were losing your words, but in the end, none of you laughed, you were just looking awkwardly away. This was happening so often, that it had turned into an inside joke that the two of you didn't find funny at all.

« Man, I haven't seen you in like... », Tim furrowed his brows thinking. « I don't know how long but it's definitely more than a month. »

« Yeah, sorry about that, » you murmured looking away from him.

« No, no, I didn't say that to get an apology, » he rushed to add and stopped walking. He towered over you taking your hand and rubbing your palm. « I was just worried, you know? You didn't reply to my calls, to my texts... I-I was scared you did something stupid. » You pressed your lips while shaking a little your head. « But I called your mom and she said you were back home. I was going to come- » You raised your brows in surprise. You were living on different continents, there was no way he was getting on a plane for so many hours just to check on you. Only a liar or a madman could think like that. In Timothee's case, it was neither of those two, just a third thing he was keeping for himself. He saw your look and continued. « I was truly going to come but I figured you needed some time. »

« I just needed some time alone, » you said.

« It's just that I missed you so much, » Timothée said. A smile slowly grew on your lips and then you wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him down into a hug. You could hear the sound of his lips curling up.

« I missed you too, » you said to his ear.

« I can't believe I didn't see you for a month because of that douchebag, » you felt him shaking his head. You breathed out heavily. Timothée was so right. You were missing so many things because of him. He had destroyed everything and he still did even when he wasn't with you.

You pulled away from each other hearing someone calling his name. It was his manager motioning his arm to follow him.

« I have to go, » Timothée said. « I'll find you when I finish whatever I have to do, okay? »

« Okay, don't worry, Tim, » you grinned at him.

« See you in a bit, Y/N, » he smiled back at you waving his hand.

You decided to go inside the Theater, find Luca and the rest of the crew. But the moment you entered you felt a hand pulling back your shoulder, causing you to stumble at the force it used. You frowned as you turned around only to face your ex.

« What the fuck? », you yell-whispered not wanting to get caught by cameras.

« I need to talk to you, » he said in a pleading tone.

« I don't think we have anything to talk about, » you replied.

« We most certainly do, » he left a small laugh as if what he was saying was so obvious to you.

« Paolo, I don't want to have anything to do with you, » you said firmly.

« Look, Y/N, I really don't want to fight, I just want to apologize. »

« Apologize for what exactly? », you asked patiently wrapping your arms around your waist. He ran a hand through his hair and breathed out.

« For everything, » Paolo looked you in the eyes. You were so mad at him for having the nerve to look you in the eyes after he cheated on you and everything he did.

« For everything, » you repeated his words in a mocking tone. You weren't going to let him ruin your day. « I'm leaving, I can't even look at you. »

« Of course, go back to your new French boyfriend, Chalamet, » he scoffed.

« Oh, » you smiled almost laughed. « Now I get it. You don't want to apologize, you just got jealous of Timothée. »

« I didn't get jealous, » he said. You raised your brows giving him a 'really' look as he breathed out. « Look, I know was an asshole, but... »

« But what, Paolo? », you asked. You gulped feeling your eyes hot and ready to tear. « I loved you, » you said pressing your lips tightly to hold yourself and not cry. « I loved you so so much, but you treated me like shit! I trusted you, I listened to you, I put up with your insults, your anger, your ego, your stubbornness, all that because I loved you and nothing else mattered to me. »

« Babe, » he touched your hand.

« No, » you sniffed and shook your head. « Call babe the girl you cheated on me. »

« I'm so sorry for everything, » he spoke. « I truly am. Please, let's try again... »

« I-no, » you shook your head again looking away. From far away you noticed Timothée coming in your direction and lightly smiled taking courage. « This, won't happen again, » you pointed between you two and left.

Paolo's eyes followed you as Timothée gave you a warm smile opening the door for you to get inside the Theater. He noticed the smile you had as you whispered something in his ear and jealousy overtook him. You were his and no one else's. His eyes stung Timothée's, who glared back at him. He was determined to win you back.

Together you walked inside finding your place with Luca, who immediately hugged you tightly while telling you how much he missed you and so did the rest of the team.

« What did you say? », Timothée leaned to ask you.

« Nothing, » you pressed your lips. « He just got jealous and now he wants to get back together. » Timothée gulped and sat better in his seat.

« Why did he get jealous? », he asked.

« He thinks we are together, Tim, » you explained. His eyes widened for a moment but then he smiled as the lights slowly went down.

« Y/N? », he leaned to your ear. You looked at him. « Do you want to make him pay? » You didn't speak but then bobbed your head.

« Yes, » you said without hesitation.

« Then, show him that you moved on. »

« What do you mean? », you asked.

« We could pretend to be together for the rest of the night. Show him that he doesn't own you anymore. »

« And you own me? »

« Or you own me? », he said back. You smiled and you heard his lips forming a smile.

« Fuck, » you said. Timothée didn't speak waiting for your response. « Let's fucking do this. »

i am convinced that a kiss from timothée chalamet would solve 99% of my problems

i’m in a long distance relationship with the stars

pygmalion and galatea ༊*·˚

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synopsis: in which regulus is a painter and you are his muse

*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, first time, consent

Your eyes were fixed on him and couldn't look away.

Regulus had the face of Apollo. Sharp yet smooth features with soft curves, plump reddish lips, and a slim straight nose with a little bump on it. His seemingly tired eyes were like the sky on a winter's day, rounder on the outside, corners pointing downwards.

Everything on him was so balanced and symmetric, even the curls that were spread messily around him. Watching the hair fall on top of his forehead, covering his eyes, made you want to extend your hand, to brush it off, and all love pull it behind his ear.

He glanced up at you for a few moments at the feeling of your persistent stare, causing your eyes to move to the window behind him. You gulped ashamed that for a second or two, he caught you looking at him. You heard a smile forming on his face as he turned back to his canvas.

You had been working with Regulus for quite a while. He was laconic, only saying what was necessary to be said, nothing more, nothing less. However, your curiosity had forced you to spend hours and hours just examining him. You had learned every move of his by heart.

When he didn't like something he curled up his nose in discomfort. When he didn't like your pose or wanted you to fix your posture, he was biting his lips while quickly exchanging glances between you and the canvas. When he was running his hands through his hair, you knew you were done for the day. He didn't need to say a word and you understood immediately what he wanted.

His gaze moved back to you and his eyes stayed there for longer than you expected. Without realizing he was still looking at you, you dared to glance at him. He smiled watching you hold your breath and lightly shook his head at the irony of your timidness.

The dark candlelit room was exhaling erotic air. The trembling orange glow was softly hugging the curves of your body. You laid on a couch, a few meters away from him, posing; head balanced on your left hand that was on top of your right one, both placed on the arm of the couch, your body was spread sideways; right thigh on top of your left that was lightly extended to the front, creating shadows that were hiding your secret spots.

You had posed for many artists in the past but Regulus was the only one able to bring you self-consciousness. He made you feel vulnerable in front of him and incredibly nervous. Little did you know, to Regulus you were the most beautiful woman. He was in love with you.

Because of you, he was living in a constant contradiction. He wanted to look at you all day every day, but at the same time, he couldn't wait for you to leave so he could hug the couch that touched your body.

The secret to not revealing his feelings for you was to not speak and not look at you. But that day maybe it was the lust in the atmosphere, maybe it was your pose, maybe it was your siren stare, he felt extremely bold.

You watched his Adam's apple rising and falling as he maneuvered his hips to the seat. Regulus' grip on his pencil got harder, so tight almost able to break it in half. His eyes sealed shut for a moment. As if Regulus heard your prayers, he looked at you, eyes dark by shadows, and let the pencil fall to the ground. You repositioned yourself, as you turned your head to the large windows on the side.

You heard the sound of the chair against the wooden floor and then slow steps towards you. You gulped, as you turned around only to see him standing right in front of you, crouched to meet your height.

Your lips separated releasing breaths you didn’t know you were holding. Heartbeat became unsteady when his dirty palm touched your cheek, leaving red stains of paint behind it. He held you, his thumb trailing all the way up until it reached your ear, as his other fingers hugged the side of your neck.

His head leaned close and eyes moved from your sparkling stare to your soft lips. With forehead almost touching forehead and tasting the other's breath, you tented your neck closing the gap between you. Your hand moved to his wrist, fingers wrapping kindly around his pulse.

Regulus tied both hands on the back of your neck lightly standing up and sitting on the couch beside you, then leaning his body against yours.

His lips were silky and felt like you were touching clouds. You let his hand free run down the line between your chest and find his way to the curve of your waist, coloring you as he swam down your body.

You gasped hard at his arm that traveled back on your breast. Regulus' breath was coming out in flustered pants. His lips moved to your jaw, kissing tenderly your neck and then down your collarbones, ending on your chest. You could feel his sweaty hair caressing your skin. You moaned pulling his curls behind, holding them out of his face, while he was licking, lightly sucking your tender skin.

He smiled as he kissed your belly and you breathed out shakily watching the way his grey eyes were fixed on you. He moved lower and lower until he ran his tongue on your pubic hair, his hands rubbing both sides of your outer thighs and then your buttocks.

You chuckled at him, your little laugh breaking the deadly silence that dominated the room. He couldn't help but smile again, his eyes meeting yours, as his fingers moved into the inside of your thighs and then slowly on your knees.

He moved one of your legs and without much thinking, he dived in between them. He looked up at you as he sucked your folds and buried his tongue inside. Your hands pulled his hair and pressed him down on you, not sparing a moment to waste.

You were already wet, Regulus must have realized himself, that's why he was looking at you. Your head fell back on the arm of the couch as you moaned. Every time he got deeper and deeper, faster and faster, sucking your folds hard as if trying to drain them. He made you completely soaked and you were ready to release with trembling legs that he held both sides steady while his head was deep, finding its way inside you.

Feeling that you were ready, Regulus pulled back and sucked your folds. His head came out of your thighs to take a breath and a muffled cry escaped your lips, holding tightly his wrist to the couch.

He leaned down and with a mischievous smile, his tongue lashed at everything it could get while sucking on you at the same time. He had you in his mouth, dripping from his lips.

Regulus stood up and pecked your lips once. Your eyes followed him, your whole body panting, looking at him carelessly unbuttoning his white shirt and tossing it to the floor next to you. You leaned down on the couch to both your elbows gazing at him, anticipation causing you to grin, as he took down his black pants, followed by his stained trunks.

Your head slightly tilted to the side, in your face marked a dreamy look. His body was lean with taut muscles and an erection.

He carefully fell on top of you, on that old worn-out couch. His chest was pressed on top of yours and you could feel his bulge between your legs. He groaned, locking you between his arms, his cock trying to find its way inside you. Your hands took his wet length squeezing it gently before placing it on your opening.

Only the tip of his cock made your whole body shake. You let your head fall back as Regulus pressed down on you, his lips releasing hot breaths on your ear. He kissed you sweetly.

Regulus hovered over you again your faces only centimeters apart, lips almost touching. Both of your hands cupped his face for just a few seconds so you could see him clearly. He was like a wild animal. That blissed-out expression, that tilt of the head, the movement of the Adam's apple struggling to swallow.

Your skins brushed savagely, yet with a strange tenderness against each other. Every move was so barbaric but kind at the same time. You could breathe the other in, stained moans eliciting from both of you.

The couch rattled beneath you as Regulus' pelvis smushed inside you, animalistic screams of delight leaving both your mouths.

« Oh, fuck! », Regulus gasped. « I feel like fucking Pygmalion. » His words made you smile. « Does that make me Galatea? », you asked cheekily. Regulus grinned while his whole body was panting.

Shadows casted by the flinching light of the candles towered over you at the walls making you look five times bigger than you actually were, imitating your every move like mirrors.

« Regulus! », you breathed out as he jerked against you again causing both of you to release at the same time. Regulus tiredly fell on top of you, hugging you tight. His eyes moved up to you and smiled watching your beautiful almost painful grimace.

Hands cupped your flushed panting face, holding it tightly with his shaky grip, and his thumbs wiped away your tears. He pressed his forehead against yours, your sweat mixing up, as he looked into your eyes and then smashed a kiss on your lips.

The summer breeze flew inside dragging the curtains with it and burning off the candles. You looked at him laying on top of you, the moonglow caressing his pale skin, and you thought feeling his heart pounding against your belly, that this was your person and you wanted to stay there, glued to him forever.

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Hello! Will you write a part 2 for “it was you all along”? I really want to see reader have the happiness she deserves. Maybe timmy can make her open an instagram account for herself and and her fans would be so happy and ofc her ex would be mad. If you don’t want that that’s totally fine!! Have a good day ❤️

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part ii

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yninstagram: yooooo i HAD to be the first post 😗 *everyone thank me for making y/n an instagram account

tchalamet added post to his story

ynfan38: OH MY GOD!! IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING???

ynfan93: can't believe we needed timo to make our girl join instagram

timotheefan66: i love him so much <3

zendaya: does y/n know u r posting pics of yourself?

yninstagram: i'm not that sneaky... or am i 🙃

zendaya: yeah.. she has no idea

timotheefan3: can't believe he liked his own photo 🤣

ynfan58: does this mean we're going to get more y/n content?

timothee71: IDK WHAT TO COMMENT FIRST!!

tayrussell: where is my baby y/n?

yninstagram: getting ready for the afterparty. i'm in charge now 😈

ynfan29: i wanted them to win :(

timothee45: i was disappointed too

ynfan75: i'm so happy that y/n feels more comfortable sharing more things with us

timotheefan20: it's so clear that they make each other so happy

ynfan74: wait r they together?

timotheefan54: idk but they definitely look comfortable with each other

timotheefan35: wasn't y/n dating paolo scotti?

ynfan21: u r a few episodes behind bro. haven't u seen the video?

timothee13: video?

ynfan21: paolo cheated on y/n

timothee13: WHO ON EARTH WOULD CHEAT ON Y/N?

ynfan21: I KNOW RIGHT?

florencepugh: favorite losers

yninstagram: too early for jokes :(

ynfan9: guys have u seen the interview? they are so sweet

timotheefan34: what interview?

ynfan9: y/n said that she'd be happier for tim to win than herself

timotheefan34: she's so cute. she deserves the world 🥹💕

timotheefan52: i really hope they're together

ynfan77: YES i love them!!

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« I swear to God, I'm never going to forgive you for making my phone ring every two seconds. » Just as you finished your sentence the Instagram notification sound was heard. Timothée grinned looking at how you took a deep breath and started biting your lips. « I'm going to kill you in your sleep, I swear, » you mumbled.

« You just need to turn off the notifications, dummy, » he chuckled taking your phone in his hands, going to the settings, and turning off your Instagram notifications. « Even my grandma knows that, » Tim murmured giving it back to you.

« I know how to turn off my notifications, » you said looking down at your phone. Timothée smiled and leaned to catch your gaze.

« Yeah, I'm sure about that.» You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Tim imitated your reaction in a more dramatic tone.

« Silly, » you shook his shoulder. He smiled while looking outside of the car. « We have to be prepared for our little performance. »

« We are naturals, we don't need to be prepared. » Your eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, a smile slowly growing on your face.

Honestly, you didn't need to put in much effort. You were both great actors and everything was coming out so naturally. Luca used to say that you two were definitely together in another life or a parallel universe because there was no way you could act so convincingly. You could still hear Timothée leaving that awkward laugh that made you always smile.

Maybe it was just the way you looked at each other. When his green orbs met yours, they would always stay there for a few seconds like electrons and protons met but were forced to separate for reasons that no human brain could apprehend. You were very magnetic for each other and that was always there even if you were acting or you were just out for coffee.

« We are here, » the driver said.

« Thanks, » you both told him. Timothée motioned his hand for you to stay at your place.

« I'm opening your door, » he said. « Darling, » he raised his brows and smiled at you cheekily. You grinned at yourself fixing your clothes. He opened the door and slightly bowed to you before giving you his hand to help.

« Too much, » you mouthed to him and raised your brows.

« Sorry I have manners, » Tim leaned closer to whisper to your ear.

« Sorry I have manners, » you mimicked him.

« Oh, shut up, » he covered your face with his hand before wrapping his hand around your waist and pressing his lips on your cheek. You laughed touching the hand that was around you.

You posed in front of the photographers, both together and separately. After that, you were still together. You were magnets after all.

« Oh man, » Timothée said his arm around your neck, his fingers falling on your collarbone. « I forgot how awful the food is here. »

« Burgers on me later, » you said. Timothée curled up his nose into a smile. « What, you saw Christian Bale and you're going to fangirl again? », you asked.

« No! », Timothée shook his head. « Though, » he moved his hand while speaking, « there is absolutely nothing wrong about fangirling over Christian Bale. »

« Look, » you replied in a more serious tone, « it's fine fangirling over Christian Bale, but if you do it more than three times, » you side-eyed him, « people will start suspecting that you're in love with him. »

« Very supportive, » he made you chuckle.

« That's me, » you forced a smile as he lightly ruffled your hair.

« Hey, you know what we should do? We should have a quick look around at the place. »

« Oh! », you smiled biting your lips. « Yes, we should definitely do that. »

You and Timothée started walking around the hotel, laughing at random comments you were both making. Timothée didn't set you free, his arm still wrapped around you. But no complaint was made by your side since you pretty much enjoyed it.

He smelled so nice. It reminded you of something so familiar, like your home. It was vanilla mixed with oranges and cloves and something warm. You couldn't stop smiling. Timothée was making you feel so serene.

« Oh my God, » he said as he tangled his fingers around your palm, pulled you by the hand, and led you to the end of the corridor where was a pianoforte. He quickly took a seat in front of it and glanced at the other way concerned.

« Play something... if you can, of course, » you raised your brow. He clenched his jaw to prevent his grin and tried to sound smooth.

« You think I can't? », he asked. You shrugged taking a seat next to him.

« I don't know, maybe your piano skills have faded over the years... »

« Wanna bet? », he bit his lips. You smiled looking into his eyes. You were so close, you've never been this close outside of work. That was probably the only time Timothée didn't stay longer in your eyes, his stare falling immediately to your lips. His mouth half-opened but then shook his head and sat better. You just smiled and looked down at your lap.

You couldn't have imagined that little moment between you, that spark jumping from his eyes to your lips.

« Bach is an amateur in front of me, » Tim said as his fingers pressed against the piano keys, playing a sweet melody. Your head slowly fell on his shoulder hearing the magic coming out of the instrument. Every now and then he turned his head in your direction, looking at the way, you couldn't stop staring at him or glaring at you when you pressed a random note and messed with his song.

« Timothée, » you said once he was over.

« What? », he smiled.

« I feel like I'm monopolizing you, » you chuckled. He unconsciously smiled back at you.

« I wish you did, » he bit his lips a little.

« Oh, come on, » you shook his shoulder. « Let's go get drinks. »

« Fine, » he said.

You returned back to the main room where almost everyone was gathered. You stopped to talk to some people. Timothée after a while tapped your back.

« I'm getting us drinks, » he told you. You nodded happily.

But your laugh slowly faded away as you noticed Paolo staring at you while talking to Steven Spielberg and his wife, who were clearly looking around trying to find a way out. Your lips were pressed together as he looked at you with a smirk and then his eyes moved to Timothée who was walking away, the smirk being replaced by a dead-face look.

You hated that after everything, he still had an effect on you. And you hated, even more, yourself for letting him under your skin. You were so fucking blinded and stupid, that didn't end things earlier. Paolo kindly excused himself and moved towards you, pulling lightly your forearm and separating you from the group of people. You didn't want to make a scene in front of them, so you let him lead you to a corner.

« Oh God, what sins am I paying for? », you looked up. Paolo froze for a moment.

« Hi, Y/N, » he said.

« Hi, » you said back and breathed heavily.

« You should've won, you deserved it, » he nodded eagerly. He had lost as well, but you didn't respond. « But you know that only being nominated it's an achievement by itself. » You smiled.

« Yes, that's funny because I was worried my career was going to be destroyed after a romance movie. »

« Y/N... », he looked at you pleadingly.

« What do you want Paolo? I thought I made it pretty clear that I want nothing to do with you. »

« You can't just do this to me, Y/N, » Paolo shook his head. « You can't destroy all these times we spent together in just one moment. »

« It was me who destroyed our relationship in just one moment? », you asked calmly. « You are a fucking asshole. »

« Okay, I-I'll take it on me. It was all my fault, but it was just one moment of weakness. I was completely pissed, I didn't know where the fuck I was or what I was doing, believe me. » You clenched your jaw in your attempt to keep a straight face. « Please, forgive me, and let's forget this ever happened. »

« I believe you and I forgive you for kissing that random girl, » you said. Paolo smiled thankfully and tried to close the distance, but your hand separated you. « But I will never forgive you for the way you treated me. From the moment this relationship started, you were nothing but a pretentious manipulative asshole that always wanted to do things his way or nothing. I spent so much time with you, I lost myself, my dignity, my career was held back... I- I don't know anymore, Paolo. »

« You are being unfair, » he shook his head. « We love each other. It was love at first sight, remember? You always said you loved me from the moment you looked at me. »

« Well, I should've looked at you twice, » you hit his shoulder walking away. « You are a fucking hypocrite, » he said then. You stopped walking and he was there, right behind you when you turned around. « It's all because of that guy that fucked a fucking peach. Posting photos and acting all happy together. I bet you had already fucked him long before I kissed that girl. »

« Don't even dare say that ever again, you asshole, » you pressed your lips shut, anger drawn in your face. « You made me so fucking miserable that even smiling felt uncomfortable, you douchebag. And keep Timothée out of your fucking mouth. He makes me happy. I am happy with him! »

« Y/N? », Timothée asked walking beside you. You gulped looking at him with two drinks in his hands.

« Well, » Paolo glanced at Tim up and down, then at you while clenching his jaw. « I guess this is it. »

«You guess? », you asked with a sarcastic smile. « You can be sure about it. »

Paolo pressed his lips and left you and Timothée alone. Tim walked closer to you giving you your drink. He then wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

« I-I'm going to get some air, » you moved away from him. You got out of the hotel, your lungs filling with oxygen again as the wind pulled your hair. You walked down the stairs, your head pounding as if someone was hitting you with a hammer, and sat down. You pulled your legs closer to your core and buried your head between your legs.

Timothée was standing still for a few seconds, his eyes in the direction where you disappeared. He wasn't sure if he should follow or not, but he knew one thing. He wanted to be with you and you had to know this.

So, he took the direction with uncertainty, going out of the hotel to find you. He saw you sitting there all alone and without speaking, sat beside you.

You tilted your head to the side until it touched his chest, tears falling down your eyes as you shook your forehead against his warmth. Timothée left his glass to the stairs next to yours and pulled you closer holding your back and caressing your hair lovingly.

« Y/N, » he held your head. Your gaze couldn't meet his but he still shoved the tears away from your cheeks and leaned his head to your side so he could catch your eyes. « It hurts seeing you cry for him. »

« I'm not crying for him, Timothée, » you shook your head pressing your lips so you didn't spread any more tears. « I wasted so much time being unhappy. »

« Don't think about that. Everything's over. » You smiled softly and nodded.

« Yes, » you said. Timothée smiled back at you.

« Can I make you a question? », he asked.

« Yes, » you laughed this time. Tim breathed out heavily and looked away.

« While I was waiting for our drinks, I watched your interview. »

« My interview? », you shook your head smiling as much as the situation let you again.

« You- », he gulped. « You said you'd be happier for me to win than you'd be for yourself. »

« I did say that, » you chuckled rubbing your eyes.

« Did you mean it or you said for I don't know. »

« Of course, I meant it Timothée, » you touched his hand that was balancing on his knee. He turned his head to you. « You always make me so happy and that, for some reason, makes me twice as happy for you. » His lips parted at your words that made and didn't make sense.

« Okay, » he pressed his eyes shut to take courage and then opened them again. "If the answer is no, let's just say I'm too drunk, okay?"

« Okay, » you said unsurely.

« Can I kiss you? » You froze for a few seconds and stayed there looking at him. « Oh fuck, » he pulled his hair back, his whole face turning red. « Y/N, I- » Without finishing his sentence you pressed his lips with yours.

Your eyes were sealed tight as you kissed slowly, lips brushing against each other, biting and licking the skin. Once you pulled back you both stared at the space between the two of you breathing.

Timothée chuckled causing you to smile too as he leaned to kiss you again, feeling like he didn't have enough of you already. He held your neck as you tangled your fingers between his curls.

You smiled against his lips as you backed away, with him trying to chase your lips. He pressed one last kiss to the side of your mouth, leaving a 'mwah' sound, and then pulled back too.

« What about that burger? », you asked.