Just Friends (pt. 2) - T.chalamet X Reader

just friends (pt. 2) - t. chalamet x reader

really no one asked for a part 2 but I had it in my drafts then one person asked so here, one person that I love dearly :) @eternaleviee​

pairing: reader x timotheé chalamet

warnings: swearing, mentions of the hanky panky

part 1 , part 3

lil recap: just a background, how they met, the beginning of their friendship, when y/n had a lil crush on timo

It was tearing you apart. Eating at your insides, making you feel all guilty inside. You’ve been telling yourself all these years that your crush on Timotheé had vanished, but in reality, it had grown stronger and you didn’t even realize it.

How didn’t you realize it? You aren’t sure. You told yourself the butterflies in your stomach was the happiness of seeing your best friend. 

You were in love with Timotheé, and you couldn't ignore or deny it anymore. And it was all because of a little comment. A stupid comment on an Instagram post of you two.

the way they look at each other... y/n looks at him like he puts the stars in her sky.

“Like he puts the stars in her sky.” That made it all the more complex, but much more sense. Timotheé did put the stars in her sky. He put the happiness in her life. The hope.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Timotheé tugged on your wrist, pulling you down Hollywood Boulevard. The simple touch sent jolts up her arm and shivers down her spine.

“I don’t understand why I had to get so dressed up.” You grumbled, looking down at your black dress and heels. “Aren’t we just meeting our friends?”

“Yeah, but we’re going to Chateau Marmont and there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” He grinned over his shoulder. Your heart dropped in your stomach, and you felt sick.

The last time he said that, you met Reilyn. His controlling, invasive ex-girlfriend that stole all of his time. There was someone else, now.

You sighed and put on a fake smile, nodding. You wished you never read that comment. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so sick to your stomach right now.

You arrived at the restaurant and Timotheé spoke to a waiter before following him to a booth in the very back, in a different room then everyone else. You saw your whole friend group, and an unfamiliar girl sitting next to (y/b/f). Everyone looked up when you two arrived, and the unfamiliar girl got up and smiled at Timotheé, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

I should’ve stayed in bed. You thought, scanning her. She had shoulder length blonde hair, beautiful facial structure, and perfect height.

She turned to you, and held out a hand. “Hi, I’ve heard about you a lot. Timo talks about you all the time.” She smiled politely.

Funny, I haven’t heard a word about you. You looked over at Timotheé, seeing him stare at the both of you nervously. You were the only person who ever called him Timo.

“It’s nice to meet you...” You went on, gesturing for her name.

Something flashed in her eyes, and her gaze flickered to Timotheé for a short second. He hung his head and she looked back over at you. “Lily.”

“Nice to meet you, Lily.” You smiled, shaking her hand. She smiled back and returned back to her seat. You sat at the open seat next to one of your friends and got lost in conversation, but couldn’t shake the thought of Lily and Timotheé out of your mind.

“I think you should tell him.” Harry shrugged, taking a sip of his tea.

You and Harry Styles had been friends for a while. You collaborated on a song and continued to be very good friends after that, and you often went to each other for advice.

“He’s dating Lily.” You reminded him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I know. But if he never told you about her and he always talks about you, there’s something going on. Tell him, y/n/n. YOLO.” Harry smiled, nudging your hand that was resting on the table at the small cafe you were at.

You looked up from your cup, narrowing your eyes. “Never say that again.” You tried not to laugh. He laughed, which only made you laugh.

“Just promise me you’ll try.” He realized you weren't going to tell him. You sighed, and nodded.

“I’ll try.”

Nope. Nope. You weren't going to tell him. You went over to his place in hopes that he was alone, but as soon as you got to the door you heard the moans and headboard slapping.

That was almost a week ago, and you couldn't get the noises out of your mind. You missed being on tour and being occupied every second so you had no time to overthink anything. Now, you were doubting everything.

A few days after the... incident, you went out for coffee with Lily and Timotheé, determined to force yourself to like her. There was nothing not to like, except for the fact she was dating him.

You proved yourself wrong. The whole time, she was glaring at you while Timotheé tried to engage in conversation. When he got up to go get another coffee, she was off on a rant about how you were obsessed with Timotheé and that you needed to stay away. As soon as Timmy came back, you said your goodbyes quickly and rushed out of the cafe, your blood boiling.

It took a week for Timotheé to realize you were acting strange. He walked in unannounced to your apartment just in time to see your regular fuck buddy, Jack come out.

He was pulling his t-shirt over his head, and once it was over his torso, Timotheé could see that he was panting. His eyes snapped up him, and he nodded. “Sup, dude.” Jack breathed out, smiling at him before leaving the apartment.

Timotheé felt his heart clench and he rolled his eyes. He wanted to like Jack, he really did, but he couldn’t bring himself too. He sighed and walked to your bedroom, where you were getting back into bed.

“What did you forget, Jack?” You sighed, your back facing him. You climbed under the covers and then you noticed Timotheé standing by the door, wearing a jean jacket, a graphic tee, and grey sweatpants. “Oh. It’s you.”

Timotheé scoffed. “Yeah, it’s me. Sorry to disappoint.” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Not happy to see me?”

You shrugged, but your insides were going crazy. Push back all the feelings. Don’t let him know. “Nice girlfriend.” Was all you said, pulling the covers up to your chin.

“This is about Lily.” He acknowledged. “I don't understand. Every time I get a girlfriend, you hate her. What’s wrong with you? Why won't you let me be happy?” You scoffed, turning over to look at him. “Let you be happy? That’s exactly what I’m trying to do! Every time you bring a girl near me, she automatically sees me as a threat. That’s why I stay away, so I don’t fuck up whatever is happening. I know you like Lily, and that’s why I haven’t been talking to you! She hates me, so I hate her. Just don’t bring her near me and we’ll be good.” You went off, throwing your hands up in the air at the end.

Timmy didn’t say anything, just raised his eyebrows. You stared at him, waiting for a response.

“...Sounds like you have a crush on me.” He shrugged, smirking at you.

Your heart sped up, afraid that he had caught you. Now everything was ruined. But you were going to do your best to deny it. “Grow the fuck up, Timotheé. This isn’t 2nd grade. I’m trying to be a good person.” You growl, laying back down and turning your back to him.

It was quiet, again. Then, you felt Timmy’s hands on your back, pushing you over. Then he was climbing in next to you, and he wrapped an arm around you. “Don’t be mad at me, please.” He mumbled, his forehead resting on your back.

God, curse you for falling for this scrawny, adorable, stubborn boy that is Timotheé Chalamet.

“I told you, I’m not mad at you.” You grumbled, trying to ignore the goosebumps on your skin from the arm that rested just below your breasts.

“You are. You’re just not admitting it,” He mumbled, his lips brushing against your skin with every word. The small action sent chills down your entire body. You couldn’t take this anymore. You thought you were going to explode if you didn't tell him.

“God damnit, Timotheé.” You whined, sitting up. You looked behind you to see Timotheé still laying down, staring at you. “How fucking oblivious can you be? How could you not see? Or maybe you did, and you’re doing this on purpose.” You shook your head, getting up.

“Slow down, y/n/n. What the fuck is going on?” Timmy furrowed his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“I’m fucking in love with you, Timotheé. I have been for years. You were too blind to see and I was too scared to tell. Are you happy now? You can get rid of me and go see your precious girlfriend. I’m staying away because I’m jealous, god.” You spilt out, not caring anymore. You kept your eyes anywhere but Timothee’s face.

“Y/n.” Timotheé said.

You sighed. “How hard is it for you to understand? I’m waiting. Just break my heart and leave.” 

Your eyes finally landed on Timotheé only to see him centimeters away from your face. Then, he was leaning in and kissing you.

The feeling felt nothing like you thought it would. You thought it would bring butterflies to your stomach and make you feel all giddy, but it just ignited the flame inside you even more and your whole body felt like an oven. You didn’t realize you were kissing back until your fingers were tugging at his hair.

Your lips moved sloppily, but with so much passion. The way Timotheé’s hands fisted your shirt said it all. You were sure after this, there was no way you were going to be able to let him leave.

He was pulling you closer and closer to him, until there was no room in between you two. But then, his phone started ringing.

He told you to ignore it, but you shook your head and pulled away from him, using all your self restraint to do so. You were breathing heavily and so was he as he grabbed his phone, to see the contact name on the screen.

Lily.

so... part 3? idk. only if y'all wanna see it. this really did suck and I wanted to make it longer but I am a very shittayyyy writer.

check out my other stories here !! this is my first timo imagine, so there are no others for him unfortunately! I have written one piece for sweet pea from Riverdale and 2 for Kian Lawley :)

hope u all enjoy ur day!!! luv u <3

don’t trust me, pt. 4

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

character(s)/pairing(s): ricky bowen x reader; platonic!big red x reader

fandom: high school musical: the musical: the series

genre(s): drama

warning(s): fuckboy!au; ooc characters; language; implications of the deed

other notes: fem reader

unmentioned pov switches???

sorry if you don’t like omelettes or are a vegan

uuuhmmm i may seriously edit part one and two of this series, so just keep an eye out y’all

also big shoutout to my girl @just-daniza who literally gave me all the inspo for this part, and helped out a lot with the last part (pssst she writes hsmtmts stuff too, go check her out!)

a small groan escapes your lips as you turn over in bed and notice the ache between your legs. your eyes flutter open and you spot ricky in the corner of the room, throwing on a shirt.

you sigh contentedly as you recall the events of last night. you two had left the dance shortly after the third slow-dance song, both of you wishing your friends a fun night and saying your goodbyes. ricky had brought you to his place and it had started with a movie and ended with the both of you undressed, ricky’s arms wrapped tightly around you as you both drifted off to sleep.

he smiles at you, walking over to lean down and press his lips to your forehead.

“where’s my stuff?” you ask him, grabbing the blankets and covering yourself as you sit up.

ricky points to the chair in the corner of his room, where your dress is zipped in a dress cover.

“i also grabbed some clothes for you to wear,” ricky gestures to a small stack on the dresser next to the chair. “i figured you wouldn’t want to be in your dress all day.”

“great,” you smile.

“yeah. i’ll leave you to it. i’m going to go make breakfast. do you want anything specific?”

you shake your head, beaming at ricky. you know he’s probably kidding as he blows you a kiss before walking out of the room, but that doesn’t stop your heart from thundering.

you find your bra across the room and go to put it. you grab the dark teal sweatshirt he had laid out for you and throw it on over your bra, then shimmy into the shorts you had worn under your dress the previous night. you pick up your shoes and walk out of the room, into the kitchen where ricky is cooking omelettes.

“you look nice.” ricky says, flipping the omelette over.

“whatever.” you playfully scoff, flicking your wrist at him. “you’re only saying that because i’m wearing your shirt.”

you go to stand by him, leaning onto the counter.

“maybe so,” he chuckles. “or maybe it’s that’s morning after glow you’re emitting. or maybe you should just take a compliment.”

“ha ha,” you say.

ricky finishes up the omelettes, grabbing a couple of forks. he throws an omelette and a fork onto a plate for you and one onto a plate for himself. he leads you into the living room, where you both plop down on the couch.

he grabs the remote from the coffee table and turns on the tv.

“do you want to watch anything? i have netflix, hulu, prime.”

your eyes widen as you jump up from the couch.

“is everything okay?” ricky asks.

“what time is it?”

he checks the tv.

“10:36.”

“actually,” you stammer. “i- i totally forgot red and i were going to go to the movies. i need to go.”

you make a start for the front door, but ricky stops you.

“you can’t just run home, y/n. you live like, ten minutes away and that’s by car. let me take you home.”

“okay,” you agree. “but we got to go now.”

           ♫♪♬

ricky pulls up to the backdoor of your house. before you can open the door and run inside, he gently grabs your wrist and pulls you in for a kiss.

“see you around?”

“yeah,” you breathe. “yeah, see you around.”

you step out of the car and close the passenger door. ricky smiles and waves at you before pulling out onto the street. you smile and wave back, sure he can see you in the rearview mirror.

there is a sudden honk from the front side of your house. you mutter profanities as you rush inside and change into a pair of comfortable shoes. you grab your wallet and run out to the driveway, where big red is waiting in his cherry red jeep.

“you know i’ve been waiting here for like, ten minutes?” red laughs as he turns to look at you. the smile on his face drops as he takes in your appearance. “is that- sis, is that ricky bowen’s sweatshirt?”

you look down, cursing yourself for forgetting to take it off.

“why is your hair all disheveled?”

“i just woke up.” you mumble, attempting to fix your hair.

“i have seen you when you’ve just woken up,” red snaps. “and your hair never looks like, and your lips aren’t swollen- what the hell did you do?”

you purse your lips as you focus in on red’s tiki totem velcroed onto the dash. red’s eyebrows shoot up as his mouth drops open in shock, an audible, quite dramatic, gasp leaving his mouth.

then he frowns and reaches forward to smack your shoulder.

“ow!”

“what the fuck? you slept with ricky?!”

“i—”

“you guys have only been hanging out for a week, and you sleep with him?”

“red,” you sigh. “people have known people for forty-five minutes and have slept with them.”

“and ricky is one of those people!” red snaps. you roll your eyes, fed up with his uncalled for detestation of ricky. “you don’t even know him!”

“i can take care of myself, red, okay? god!” you cross your arms, huffing in annoyance. “let’s just go see our movie. we’re going to be late.”

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Please please please do one for Harrison

AHH YES I WILL! and i agree harrison needs more content i gotchu, any ideas?

this flopped :(

just friends (pt. 2) - t. chalamet x reader

really no one asked for a part 2 but I had it in my drafts then one person asked so here, one person that I love dearly :) @eternaleviee​

pairing: reader x timotheé chalamet

warnings: swearing, mentions of the hanky panky

part 1

lil recap: just a background, how they met, the beginning of their friendship, when y/n had a lil crush on timo

It was tearing you apart. Eating at your insides, making you feel all guilty inside. You’ve been telling yourself all these years that your crush on Timotheé had vanished, but in reality, it had grown stronger and you didn’t even realize it.

How didn’t you realize it? You aren’t sure. You told yourself the butterflies in your stomach was the happiness of seeing your best friend. 

You were in love with Timotheé, and you couldn’t ignore or deny it anymore. And it was all because of a little comment. A stupid comment on an Instagram post of you two.

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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

thank u guys SO MUCH for the love on Ego, im gonna write the second part tonight and hopefully if I finish it will be up tmrw morning, if not Sunday morning🥺🥺