A C T O R S || OS 02

91. Timothee Chalamet | Never Listen to Them

By : princechalamet | Tumblr

Salut!!! Could I put in a request for my boy Timmy plz? Could it be one when the reader is a bit younger than him (like she is 18/19) and are secretly dating and she goes to uni/college and people make fun of her (maybe for her glasses or something) to the point of bullying (if u are comfortable with that!) and Timmy doesn't know but one day her comes and visit. Her and she's her getting bullied! The ending is up to u but it has to be fluffy!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰thank u so much!!!!!!!♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

cw: language, bullying

"Good Morning, my beautiful" Timothée's groggy voice spoke, a very small smile tugging at his lips. "Morning" you whispered back, turning your head to look at his tired features, his hair a tangle of curls. He turned over properly, the sheets pulled up to his chin. You giggled a little, reaching over and pushing a strand of hair out of his eye.

"It's so cold" he whispered to you, nuzzling his nose into the top of the duvet cover. You shifted towards him, placing your forehead against his and wrapped your arms around his waist. "That better?" You asked, as he hummed in reply.

Timothée let his fingertips dance down the curves of your waist, down to your hips, leaving a little trail of goosebumps along your skin. His hands stopped at the top of your underwear, the pad of his index finger tracing where the hem met your hip bone. He leaned in and captured your lips in his, a sigh of pleasure alleviating from your lips.

After a few moments, Timothée slowly pulled away. "As much as I would love to continue this, you have uni classes to get to" Timothée whispered, giving you one last peck on the lips. You groaned, squeezing your eyes closed and snuggling further into your pillow. "I don't want to go" you grumbled, as Timothée chuckled. He swung his legs over the bed frame, leaning over to check his alarm clock. "You have to babe," he laughed lightly. "I tell you what, after your last class today I'll come and pick you up and take you out for a nice meal" he told you, leaning back over and placing a soft kiss upon your forehead.

You smiled up at him, nodding enthusiastically. "That sounds lovely, Timmy" you replied, as he finally got out of bed. Timothée made his way into the bathroom as you stayed in bed a moment longer, staring up at the ceiling. You really didn't want to get up.

After another five minutes of getting too lost in your anxious thoughts, you finally dragged yourself out of bed and wandered to the wardrobe to pick out an outfit. You picked up your glasses from the nightstand, pushing them up your nose before grabbing your backpack. Timothée walked out of the bathroom as you threw it over your shoulder, a towel hanging low on his hips as his curls hung wet down his forehead.

"That's me off" you told him, eyes almost glassy. You really didn't want to go. Timothée wrapped his arms around your shoulders, blowing his hot breath over your ear, making you giggle a little. "Have a brilliant day beautiful, and I'll see you at your campus later" he told you, kissing your cheek and then your lips. "See you later" you whispered back, holding onto him a second longer before letting go.

***

You gripped tightly onto the straps of your rucksack as you walked through your university campus. The crisp morning sunlight peaked through the leaves of the trees, the noise of traffic from the nearby roads filled your ears, soft chattering of students walked by you. You sighed, pushing your glasses further up your nose. You just wanted to be back in Timothée's arms. Safe.

You were early to your class, as you placed your bag on the seat next to you. You set your pen and paper down in front of you, as you rested your chin in the palm of your hand. The room felt so calm and peaceful, pure silence around you.

Suddenly that peace was interrupted, as the door swung open to reveal your classmates. Loud chatter filled the room as a large group took up a row of seats. You sighed. You began to feel more anxious as more and more people entered the room, filling it up to almost it's entirety.

You heard a group of students sniggering from behind you, as you felt something hit your back before, whatever it was, fell to the ground. You gripped your pen harder in your hand, trying to ignore them. They laughed harder. Another item hit off your shoulder, bouncing to the ground. You noticed it was little pieces of paper. How childish.

"Hey freak," you heard a girl whisper from behind you, "do you ever speak?" She laughed as her friends laughed along with her. You had thought people would be more mature at university, but you were obviously wrong. The bullies from high school just continued their antics at university too, like it was their destiny to be bullies forever.

You sighed and stared down at your sheet of paper, just wishing for the lecturer to begin.

"Are you some sort of mute?" One of the boys spoke, you felt tears pricking your eyes. "You're right Gabi, what a freak" the boy said to the girl from a moment ago. You felt sick.

The rest of the day went by slowly. You tried to keep your head down and avoid people for most of the day, as you didn't need anymore nasty comments thrown your way. You had always been excited to attend uni, as high school was never your cup of tea. However, you discovered it wasn't all it cracked up to be. In fact, you believed it to be worse.

You checked the time on your phone, smiling to yourself as it was nearly 4pm, the time you were meeting Timothée. You made your way to the main entrance of the university building, your eyes darting around to find your boyfriend.

"Oi freak!" You heard someone shout to you from a few feet away, noticing the same group from earlier. Your heart rate picked up, anxious fluttering filling your stomach as a lump formed in your throat. "Fucking hell you always look so depressed, no wonder you have absolutely no friends" one of the guys laughed, the rest of the group sniggering at his comment. You tried not to look at them, as you desperately searched for Timothée.

"Are you fucking stupid? Look at me!" He demanded, as he harshly grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to turn around. Your eyes widened, hands trembling, eyes glassy. "Are you gonna cry?" A girl coaxed, as she grabbed your glasses from your face before twirling them in her grasp. "Give them back!" You finally spoke, as the guy still had a tight grip on your shoulder. "Oh, now you speak" she sneered, carelessly swinging your glasses backwards and forwards.

"She said give them back" you heard a stern voice from behind you. Your heart soared as you recognised the voice. "Oh my fuck it's Timothée Chalamet!" the girl gasped, almost swooning in her spot. She shoved the glasses back at you as the guy let go of his grip on you. "You're so hot!" One of the other girls piped up, the whole group trying their best to suck up to him. It disgusted you.

Timothée scoffed and wrapped his arm around your waist. He stared at the group, glaring deeply at them. "If you ever fucking touch, hurt or speak badly to my girlfriend again, I'll fucking hurt you bad" he spat at them. "Honestly how old are you all? Grow the fuck up" he said, before manoeuvring you away from the group and over to his car, leaving the group of bullies stunned in shock. Although you felt utterly embarrassed and hurt by the situation, your heart fluttered. Timothée was never a guy for confrontation, but it comforted you to know that he would always stick up for you.

As soon as you climbed into the passenger seat of Timothée's car, you instantly broke down into tears, sobbing violently into your hands. Timothée's heart dropped at seeing you in this state, his own eyes glassy as he pulled you into his chest. He kissed the top of your head, letting you cry into his chest. "Why didn't you tell me this was happening?" Timothée asked you softly, massaging the top of your head.

"I-I felt too embarrassed, I didn't want to be a pain" you stuttered, tear stains plastered across your cheeks. "You are not a pain and you never will be Y/N," Timothée assured you as he wiped away a tear from your cheek. "I'll always be here for you, listen to you, support you, and do my best to cheer you up even if it means embarrassing myself to make you laugh" he told you, which earned a croaky chuckle from your lips.

"Whatever they've said to you, please don't believe them, never listen to them, because you're the most special person to me and I love you more than anything" Timothée continued, as you sniffled a little, looking up into his teary green eyes.

"I love you" you whispered to him, leaning up and gently kissing his lips, the taste of your salty tears mixed into the kiss.

"I love you Y/N."