Just Friends - T. Chalamet X Reader

just friends - t. chalamet x reader

been getting in my Timmy feels lately and haven’t posted in a hot minute since I keep procrastinating so here’s a timmy imagine

pairing: platonic!timothée x platonic!reader

warnings: lil angst, mentions of drugs, just some platonic fluff and some swearing

part 2 , part 3

You and Timothée met years ago, back in 2015. He was 19 and you were 17. You ran into each other at an awards show and clicked. You knew from the moment you started talking that there would be a friendship.

As time passed, you got closer and closer until you were inseparable. Only a few months after you met, you had opened up to him.

“My dad’s been in jail for 10 years,” You shrugged, sliding down the wall next to Timothée, who had his back pressed against the door and his legs spread out wide in front of him.

He looked over at you, with curious eyes. He wanted to ask, but didn’t want to pry. You noticed the look, and smiled sadly. “He killed my mom.”

His breath got caught in his throat, and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have much to say, and he didn’t want to pity you. So he just grabbed your hand that was resting on your knee and scooted closer to you.

He didn’t treat you different, or give you pity, and you admired that. You knew there was something different about the boy.

You were a singer, and he was an actor. So obviously, your lives were very different and you both had very different schedules that made it hard to see each other. Especially when you were on tour and he was shooting in a completely different place. There was a whole month where you didn’t get to talk to each other because your time zone differences were constantly switching and when you were up, he was asleep and when you were asleep, he was up. But when you got to talk again, it was like nothing had changed.

The longest you went without seeing each other was 9 months. Those 9 months were hell, but you were proud of Timmy because he had gotten one of his biggest movie roles yet and he was proud of you because you sold out every single show on your tour.

The doorknob to your apartment jiggled, and you sat up warily because the only person who had a key to your apartment was Timmy.

Timmy.

You jumped up, at the same time he opened the door. There he was, in all his glory, your best friend. He closed the door behind him and smiled at you.

“Long time no see, stranger.” He joked. It took you a minute to fully comprehend what was happening, but once you did, you were running across the room and jumping onto him.

He stumbled back a bit, but hugged you back tightly. He squeezed you and lifted you up off the ground, burying his face in your neck. It gave him a sense of home, and made him smile.

“You told me you weren’t coming home for another 3 weeks.” You mumbled, your hands clenching the back of his shirt.

“Ended filming early,” He replied. “Took the first plane back.” His curly hair tickled your cheek and you smiled. You didn’t realize how much you missed Timmy’s hugs and the way he clung to you so tightly.

You think that maybe that’s when you realized you had a little crush on Timothée.

Yeah. Had. As in, after a while you realized how much that would ruin your friendship and pushed your feelings away. Eventually, it worked.

You’re glad it worked, because a few months later, Timothée got a girlfriend. Her name was Reilyn.

He spent all of his time with her. You thought back a few months ago, and thanked God you didn’t still have feelings for him, because if you did, you’d be crushed to death.

At first, you didn’t mind. You were happy Timmy was happy. Then, he started ignoring your calls and ditching your plans to hang out with her. You let it slide for a while, but when he showed up 3 hours late to your birthday party, you brought it up.

He defended Reilyn, of course. And that started one of your biggest and only fights.

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You woke up to your bed sinking. You were a light sleeper, always had been. The slightest noise or touch woke you up.

You groaned, shifted around and opened your eyes to see Timothée sitting at the side of your bed. “Hi,” He whispered. You didn’t respond, just stared up at him.

Then your mind replayed the events of the past 2 days, and you wanted to crawl in a hole and die. “What do you want? I just want to sleep right now.” You grumbled, burying your face back in your pillow.

“You’re naked.” He noted, his eyes running over your bare back, not covered by the sheets.

“No shit, sherlock.” You scoffed, mad at him. “I had a guy over. I asked him to leave.”

Timothée was silent for a while. For a second, you thought he had left. Then you heard his soft breathing. “You called me a lot yesterday and today. What’s wrong?” 

Anger bubbled in your stomach, and you clenched your fist around the sheets. “It doesn’t concern you anymore. You were with Reilyn.” You spat, not bothering to hide the venom in your voice.

“I’m sorry, y/n/n. My phone’s been shut off, it was our year anniversary. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded, his hand finding your back.

You didn’t respond. You didn’t want to think about it, or talk about it. You’d be reliving it all over again, and that’s the last thing you wanted. Timothée pulled the covers over you, pushed you over, and crawled into your bed. He turned you so you were facing him and froze when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Please.” He sighed, gripping your forearm. You gulped, looking away from him.

“Josh called me yesterday.” You started. Josh was your brother. After your mom died, your then 15-year-old brother decided you guys should go live with your aunt, here in California. He began using drugs, more and more as time passed.

“oh.” Timothée breathed out. He met him once. He was worried for the dude, because he looked like he would collapse any second. In all honesty, Timothée didn’t have any words. He felt guilt piling up because he wasn’t there for his best friend.

“I met him at a cafe. For a while, it was small talk. Then he asked me for money. Of course he asked me for money. He told me it was for gas, but him and I both knew I wasn't buying that. I left after and that’s when I called you. And you didn’t pick up. Then, later that night, I got a call from the hospital and they told me he OD’d. That’s the second time I called you. I went to the hospital, waited for 3 hours to get at least some information, and I was on the verge of a panic attack, that’s the 3rd time I called you.

Two hours later, when I went home to shower and get him some clothes, I came back and the doctor told me he discharged himself. I tried to get a hold of him for 3 more hours, looked through all of the sketchiest streets in L.A. for him, then gave up and went back to my apartment only to find it trashed and Josh asleep in my bathtub. I called you. When he woke up, we got in a huge fight and he took cash from my wallet and left. At least a couple hundred bucks. Then I called you again. So I called Jack over, we fucked, and then I asked him to leave. Then I called you for the last time, and went to bed.” You ended, turning away from him.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” He croaked out, and you knew he was crying. You wanted to yell at him, wanted to scream at him, and wanted to blame Reilyn, but you weren’t like that. So you didn’t do it, and let him hold you and tell you he was sorry.

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You walked into your dressing room, breathing heavily. Another night, another show. You found Timothée on the floor. His back was resting against the couch, and he was playing with a rubix cube. He looked up when you closed the door behind you.

“Hey superstar.” He laughed. “Amazing show.”

You smiled, walking over to him. He pulled you down, right between his legs. You let your back rest against his chest and put your head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your middle. “Seriously, you did great.”

A couple days after the whole fiasco where Timo didn’t answer his phone, he broke up with Reilyn. You felt guilty but he assured you it was for the best and that it wasn't your fault at all. That was almost 5 months ago. You were back on tour and Timmy wasn’t shooting so he was able to come to a lot of your shows.

Your fingers drummed on Timmy’s knee absentmindedly. Times like these made time go so fast, but slow down at the same time. You felt at home, a haze over you that only Timmy could make you feel. In a strictly platonic way, you reminded yourself. “Timmy?” You mumbled, grabbing his knee.

“Yes?” He replied, muffled by your hair.

“I love you. Thank you for being there for me, always.” You sighed, feeling his arms squeeze you and his lips press to the back of your head.

“I love you more, y/n/n.”

sorry. really wanted something to post and low-key wanted to make this a little series where she realizes her feelings are coming back but I wanted to see if people liked this first. also, im a new writer so sorry if this is crappy ahahaha

if u want to see a lil series for this lmk and i’ll try and make it happen without procrastinating :)

On The Count Of Three

a long blurb in which harry is the creative director of gucci, y/n is his assistant, and some things just can’t be undone.

Keep reading

don’t trust me, pt. 2

prompt(s): fuckboy!au ricky bowen makes a bet with ej caswell

character(s): ricky bowen

fandom: high school musical: the musical: the series

genre(s): angst

warning(s): fuckboy!au; ooc characters; language; mild vulgarity; cliché😪

other notes: fem reader

i feel like i switch between point of views without saying it?? sorry 

y/f/s: your favorite show

y/f/c: your favorite color

(parts will get progressively longer, and hopefully better, probably)

guess i have a taglist for this yo!!!!

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ricky doesn’t like the look ej gives him when they drop their hands, but nonetheless, he raises his brows and motions for ej to spit out whatever it is he wants to say.

and ej wastes no time.

“do it now,” ej says. ricky rolls his eyes at his friend. “no seriously, i want to watch you do it. i want to make sure you don’t wimp out.”

“dude, big red is with her,” ricky explains. he was going to ask her in science, because they had that class together and neither ej nor big red were in that period. “he hates me.”

ej takes another bite of his banana before pursing his lips. 

“just ignore him, bro. you do it every day, why should now be any different? how about this? you ask her out now, i’ll put another hundred in the pool.”

ricky glares at ej for a moment, who just smiles at him. not breaking eye contact, ricky slams his hands on the table and pulls himself up. he takes a deep breath and composes himself before walking over to where y/n and big red sit.

as he approaches, he can hear the two of you discussing the recent episode of y/f/s. he’d heard of it, but it had never interested him enough for him to sit down and watch it.

“hey, y/n.” he says, followed by that charming ricky bowen smile. it was the smile that all the girls fell in love with, that got him what he wanted so many times before. 

you and big red stop your conversation, looking up at the young man in front of you. big red scowls at his ex best friend, while you offer him a soft smile in return.

“hey, ricky!” you greet him, your eyes shining under the fluorescents. 

“hi. uhm, i was- i was wondering if i could ask you a question?”

you’re already pulling your backpack out from under the table, unzipping the largest compartment. 

“sure. you need the science homework?” you pull it out of your binder and hold it out for ricky, who lets out a chuckle.

he scratches the back of his head. “actually, no. i uh, i did it for once. i was wondering if you’d like to go to uh, homecoming? with me?”

your eyebrows shoot up. there were many things you had expected ricky bowen to ask you (“can i copy your science homework?” was at the top of the list), but to go to homecoming with him? that was not one of them. big red’s mouth drops. but before you can open your mouth to speak, big red has composed himself and is already talking. 

“actually, she can’t. and she won’t.”

ricky goes to quip back at his old friend, but y/n jumps in.

“big red!" 

"what? you don’t want to go with him, trust me. i know the guy—”

“you knew me,” ricky mutters, barely under his breath. 

“he’s a whore, y/n. i’m sure he’s already slept with half of the junior class by now. you don’t want to get caught up in …” big red turns to ricky, scowling. “this.”

y/n sighs, grabbing one of big red’s hands. “it’s my decision, big red. and, i really don’t want to go with my cousin to homecoming. what’s the worst that can happen?”

“i’m right here,” ricky mumbles.

big red throws his head back, groaning. 

you turn to ricky, smiling, already having made up your mind. 

he’s cute, you can’t deny that. probably the most beautiful boy in the junior class. hell, in east high school if you’re being honest. 

"i’ll go with you,” you say. ricky’s eyes widen. “on one condition.”

ricky tries to contain his excitement. “yeah? what is it?”

“my dress is y/f/c. wear a suit or tie that matches.”

“sure! yeah, i can do that. i’ll see you in sixth.” 

“see you in sixth, ricky.” you wave as he runs back to his table. 

big red lets out a loud sigh, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. you pat his back, offering a small smile. 

“sorry,” you say. 

“you will be,” big red huffs. 

            ♫♪♬

ricky has the biggest smile on his face as he rejoins his friends. 

“so,” ej starts. “what’d she say? what’d you say? did big red say anything?” 

“of course big red said something,” ricky snaps. “said i was a whore.” 

kourtney snorts, nearly spitting out her drink. “you kind of are,” she says. 

“anyways,” ricky ignores kourtney’s comment. “i asked her to homecoming. she said yes. anything to get out of going with her cousin.” 

ej guffaws, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “she was going to go with her cousin?”

ricky nods. “yeah, she was. but now she isn’t. she’s going with me.” 

“ricky,” nini hisses. ricky turns to look at her, raising a brow. “y/n’s a good girl. she doesn’t deserve to be hurt. please, just watch what you do.”

just friends - t. chalamet x reader

been getting in my Timmy feels lately and haven’t posted in a hot minute since I keep procrastinating so here’s a timmy imagine

pairing: platonic!timothée x platonic!reader

warnings: lil angst, mentions of drugs, just some platonic fluff and some swearing

You and Timothée met years ago, back in 2015. He was 19 and you were 17. You ran into each other at an awards show and clicked. You knew from the moment you started talking that there would be a friendship.

As time passed, you got closer and closer until you were inseparable. Only a few months after you met, you had opened up to him.

Keep reading

life’s been vv busy recently, am working on a Sodapop imagine, have 3 unfinished kian imagines so lmk if u wanna see those,

promise promise promise I will have something up by this weekend. whether its ego, Sodapop, or a short kian one! <3 xoxo

so it’s been a very long week and my dumbass forgot to click save when I finished writing on Monday night, so i lost more than half of part 2 so it’s been delayed and I haven't been able to work on it this week! should be up by tonight <3 im so sorry

everyone that has asked to be tagged so far in part 2 has been tagged and since part 2 is not the last of this story, u will continue to be tagged! <3