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C L I N G Y ❛ some things just make sense and one of those is you and i ❜ ( twenty )
tw ; masturbating
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you let out a long, happy sigh as you turned your body over and burried your nose in the pillow. it smelled nice, and so did the rest of the bed. all you were wearing was an oversized wallace&gromit grey t-shirt and a pair of black boxer briefs.
both items borrowed.
the thought made you smile fondly.
the noise in the streets of new york city and the shower working were the only two things you could hear as you closed your eyes, remembering the events from the previous four to five hours.
you had been eyeing him for a while now. it should've been hard to notice him because at a club like this, it was normal to see big, large groups of people, rather than one person all by themselves.
but it was nearly impossible not to notice him. not only because every now and again, someone would spot him as well and ask for a picture, but because timothée chalamet was impossible not to recognized practically anywhere.
for obvious reasons.
"you know, you should go talk to him. he's not with anyone right now." a female voice said, forcing you to turn around and momentarily give up on the sight of timothée. you were now face to face with a barista from the club. she had long, blonde hair (confusing eye color. too many coloured lights).
you frowned, deciding that the only plausible option with how red your cheeks were turning was to play dumb. "excuse me?"
she gave you a knowing smirk that almost made you feel bad for wanting to conceal your thoughts in the first place. "you've been staring at him and only him for the better part of an hour, stranger." she said, matter-of-factly.
you cleared your throat. "y/n. my name's y/n." you said.
"julia." she introduced herself with a nod that you politely (yet awkwardly, because she still had caught you off guard staring at a boy you were mildly attracted to) reciprocated. "so, y/n, are you gonna give in to the smoking hot white boy or what?"
you chuckled at that. "i don't know..." you said, glancing at timothée. he was tapping his feet to the beat, looking around with an absent smile on his face.
