Are You Gonna Hurt Us At One Point With Your Bean Series??

Are you gonna hurt us at one point with your Bean series??

You know, I frequently hurt my own feelings thinking about the fact that *something* has to happen to this family, even if it's as innocuous as Ben and Charlie wanting to do their own thing rather than take over the factory from dear old dad. I don't have plans to go that far out in the timeline, but to be fair, I only planned for "Bun in the Oven" to be a one-shot at first. We shall see!

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I feel called out.

on topic of things that are plaguing my mind this evening is that dozen of completely normal looking office chairs, on wheels nonetheless, they brought out of nowhere and set up in the middle of a hangar in season 1 just for a 5 minute debrief

Wish

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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A little guide I made for myself on Willy’s outfit bc I love the layers 🙃

Some of the details are probably wrong & srry abt my handwriting but I enjoyed this a lot!

annotations sources: this interview w/ the costume designer | the preview of the novelisation | staring at the movie for a very long time

chocolate like this - [t.chalamet]

wordcount: 0.5K

warnings: none

requested: yes!!

a/n: sorry this is so short, but i hope you like it <3

It was time to begin filming for the day, but my co-star, Timothée, was absolutely nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Timmy?” I ask Paul, our director.

“I’m not sure, y/n,” he replies. “Would you be a dear and go find him for me?”

“Course.”

I head straight to Timothée’s trailer, where I knock gently on the door.

“Go away!” I hear Timmy shout. “Unless you’re y/n, then please come in.”

I laugh softly, and push open the door, stepping inside. “Hey, dumbass. Why are you still here?”

Timothée is lying on his couch, face up. “I have a stomach ache,”

he says plainly.

I raise a sceptical eyebrow. “And why might that be? Nope, let me guess.” I hold up a finger. “All that chocolate you kept eating on set yesterday. Even though you were told multiple times to leave it alone.”

Timothée groans. “Maybe.”

“Idiot.” I roll my eyes. “I told you not to eat those.”

“Can you get me some water?” he begs. “Pretty please?”

“You do realise,” I say in a lecturing tone, as I fumble around in his little kitchenette, filling him up a glass of water, “that if you’d just listened to me and everyone else you wouldn’t feel sick?”

“Yeah.” Timothée doesn’t seem to be impressed by my fact. He accepts the water as I hand it to him. “Thanks.”

I grin teasingly. “Well, get up. C‘mon. We have a big old scene with a tree and lots of chocolate and singing to get finished up with.”

Timmy groans again. “Ugh. I don’t want to. I wanna stay here with you.”

I look at him. “Why on earth would you want to stay here with me? I’m super boring off screen.”

Timmy shakes his head, sitting up slightly, propping himself on his elbows so he can look into my eyes. “You’re the least boring person I know. I wish more than anything I could spend all my time with you.”

I furrow my forehead. “But…”

“Let me finish,” he breaks in, laying a hand on mine. “I’m in love with you. And it's not just on screen anymore. It’s real.

I manage to arch a brow at him. “You’re serious right now?”

He nods, his dark curls bouncing in his eyes in the adorable way that I absolutely love.

“Yes, y/n. I love you.”

I inhale a little, a small smile creeping its way onto my face. “I love you too, Timothée Chalamet.”

He looks surprised. “Really?”

I grin. “Yeah, dummy. I do. I really, really do.”

He grins back, then grimaces in pain. “Oh, my stomach.”

I’m instantly back in carer mode. “Lay back. I’ll take care of you.” I press a kiss to his head.

“Thanks, y/n,” he mumbles, his eyes closed.

I smile. “No problem, my love.”