Timothée Chalamet Smut

Insidious

Mentions of death, gore, violence and slight smut ;-)
Timmy gives very much Joe Goldberg vibez in this.
A long one so buckle up and grab some popcorn🍿🍿

                          *Flashback*

I watched her from afar as she sat with her friends in a small Manhattan coffee shop, she laughed as they spoke and occasionally sipped what im guessing was coffee. She surrounded herself with the "uplifting" people, always supportive and ready to be at her assistance...at least that's what she thought.
friend number one: you could probably see her hooking up at a random bar, not the classiest of women. Although killing her was rather easy all i had to do was get in her pants, steal her phone, post a quote about making it through tough times and then ..ofcourse kill her.
Friend number two was a tad harder. Always busy, kept her private life a mystery etc but social media wise however she was quite the attention seeker, posting photos with A-listers, going to brunch with fans, she seemed like she had it all, Plot twist...she didnt, she was lonely, sad and jealous of her friends, posting on twitter about how she identified with Guinevere Beck (From You) they were similar, daddy issues, attention whore, sex with random guys just to feel something. I guess that made me her joe.
Y/n was different however, she kept to herself and rarely posted, tried to make the world a better place by showing awareness to all kinds of situations, i liked that about her, nonchalant about how much good she had put in the world.
After our little mishap in the kitchen, she was different, she didnt speak at dinner, she didnt acknowledge me, she completely shut me out of her perfect little void. I hated that, minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days.
The rumours of her friends missing had come around, hashtags about finding them popping up on twitter, i didnt need that bullshit ..i needed y/n.

                   Flashback to that night

My eyes opened as i gasped for life, the breath returning back into my lungs. I was confused as to why i was on the floor, maybe i fell? No, im not stupid. Maybe im low on iron? The thoughts were swirling through my brain like a storm and quite frankly i couldnt deal with them right now, I stood up carefully, making sure to not topple back over as i held onto the kitchen counter.
I made my way to the bedroom, calling out Timothée's name as i sat down on the bed. He didnt respond so i had some time to recollect my thoughts and figure out why I was on the kitchen floor in the first place. The bathroom door opened and out came Timothee, he looked confused at first, his eyes darting back and forth from the hallway to me then to the bathroom. 'Timothée?' He looked my way and smiled with a slight smirk, acknowleding me 'Hey you' he embraced me in a tight hug, which was..weird? I laughed it off not wanting to draw attention. He sat down on the bed patting and motioned for me to go to him, i oblidged willingly not wanting to cause a fuss.

I sat her down on my lap and rocked her back and forth, she smirked at my actions which faded in to a frown, her eyes gazing past mine and looking at the mirror behind us, she smiled as she noticed my worry, "what's wrong y/n?" Her eyes started to shift around the room, the bathroom, then looking out at the hallway, then her phone and finally to me, she looked down at my hands and then got out of my lap.

He rocked my hips back and forth slowly, obviously trying to arouse me, i smirked at his attempt and noticed his features. His eyes had changed, they werent hazel or even green.. they were black, my smirk dropped as my eyes met the mirror behind us, a figure stood in the bathroom staring right at me, then it hit me it was the same figure i saw just earlier. i watched as it slowly crept around by the hallway, watching as timothee guided my hips back and forth. It made its way to the bedside  table, gazing at my phone only to appear behind timothee and walk right into him, Timothee's eyes closed and re-opened, his pupils dialating and his eyes getting even darker, his eyes finally met mine as he noticed the worry on my face.

i smiled in order for him not to be freaked out, i got out of his lap and grabbed my phone. He tilted his head in confusion and stood up, "put the phone down y/n" i ignored him and texted my friends asking if one could meet me at my place in a few minutes, i lifted my head from my phone to see timothee glaring me "you never fucking listen y/n, just give me the phone" i stood my ground not letting him intimidate me "or do i have to enlighten you on where your friends are" my eyebrow furrowed in confusion "why do you think they're not responding" i did a double take and checked my phone the last time we all talked collectively was 2 months ago.

"you should really check up on your friends y/n" i hate to say it but he was right, our group was falling apart, constantly fighting or disagreeing, blocking and unfollowing each other then unblocking and re-following, it was a toxic friend group. "your head is bleeding, come i'll put a plaster on it"  he grabbed me by the wrist tightly and dragged me to the bathroom. He pushed me down onto the toilet seat as he rummaged through the cabinets for a plaster, while he was doing that i had time to try one more time and see if one of my friends would magically answer their phone. As i sent the message timothee began to get frustrated, leaving the room in order to find one in the kitchen, with strict warning not to do anything stupid. I waited quietly silently praying that i would get out of this somehow. buzz buzz i looked up hearing the vibrations of what sounded like 2 phones.

She had become suspicious of me. I could tell by the way the colour left her skin. Whilst she typed away on that phone, i left to go and complete the second stage of my plan, sleeping with her was the hard part, but killing her would be easy.

I pushed up the ceiling tiles and moved my hand around in order to find the phones, i grabbed one and turned it on, the message i sent hanging at the top of the notification bar. The pieces were putting themselves together, it was clear i needed to get out and it was obvious he had no intention of letting me go. I sat up and placed the phone back in the ceiling and made my way to the hallway, if i wanted to get out of this i had to be quiet and not let my fear consume me, who knows what he was capable of.
I scoped around the dark room in search of the door making sure to not run into the ominous figure that seemed to follow me everywhere i go.

I watched as she entered the room, the phone of her friend in her hand, she was getting smarter..but not smart enough. I watched as she placed her hand on the front door handle, pushing it down and attempting to pull it open, she sighed at her dreams of being let out vanish and made her way to the window. she pulled up the blinds which made an orange glow from the sunrise emit the room, she began to cry and hit the window violently in hopes of it breaking, it was a sad outburst to see which slowly became humorous to me.
Her emotions were controlling her, she wanted to get out but she knew that time wouldnt be now.

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