Hello! Will You Write A Part 2 For It Was You All Along? I Really Want To See Reader Have The Happiness

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 ❤️

it was you all along ༊*·˚

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.

timothée playing the piano and smiling like an idiot is so timmy

if any man other than timothée chalamet ever said « good girl » to me, i’d make them regret the moment they opened their mouth.

i'm so in love with red hair timothée. he was a vibe.

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