a small story on a relationship that sparked years ago ending terribly in heart break and hate, years latter reunited, but here's the catch, he's a world wide known actor, and she's working part time in a shitty book store.
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little smutty, not too much. double update xx enjoy
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swaying my hips to a song playing in my head, and the smell of pancakes I made with barely any food I had left, but a mind full of questions.
but I won't answer them, just yet. the first question was, did last night actually happen?
my second question is, did Timothèe really buy me a heater?
and thirdly, is Timothèe chalamet really asleep in my bed?
I leant back seeing a mop of curls on my white sheets.
well the answer to the third question is yes, he is.
it's 6am, I didn't end up sleeping last night, but I wasn't bothered, I was a actually okay with it, as long has Timmy had sleep, I'm okay.
he deserves some breakfast though, so I'm making that at least for him.
once I finished flipping the fluffy saucers, I went to my fridge pulling out some blueberry's I didn't know I had, juggling two plates and syrup in my mouth, I entered my room, which was nicely heated.
i sat beside sleeping beautiful, I placed the pancakes by his nose. "any minute now." i sighed cutting my pancake eating a bit. "pancakes?" i hear groaned out. "well good morning to you babe." i said. Placing my plate beside me. i screamed when he grabbed my leg pulling me under the blanket and under his arms.
he repeatedly smashed his lips to my cheek, I laughed while trying to escape his grasp.
"sweetheart made me pancakes?" he said between kisses. "mmhm." i said he finally placed his lips on mine. "you crashed early last night chalamet." i said kissing his nose. "really?" he asked picking two blueberries off his pancake, slipping one between his lips and one between mine. "yeah, like 12." i said. "have you been sleeping alright?" i asked curious. "not really, I have to tell you something." he said. oh no.
"but I'll tell you latter, let's enjoy these delicious pancakes." he said. i nodded.
he let me go out of his warm grasp, we sit up cross legged on my big bed, eating our pancakes, he occasionally made jokes about how loud I was chewing. "oh my goodness june, please keep your mouth shut while eating." he complained. "that's it." i said grabbing the syrup, and squeezing the sticky sweet substance, down his bare chest. "may!" he yelled. i chuckled.
