in which her favorite perfume was honey wildflower and he loved it.
or
in which she fell for the curly haired french boy.
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(social media x real life)
(fem oc x timothée chalamet)
warning: this story uses matur...
timothée, hazel, madison and madelyn are taking me out for my birthday. no idea where we are going they just said "dress nice!" and left the apartment.
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i put on a layer of burt's bees tinted chapstick in the shade "magnolia." i didn't go that heavy with makeup, just the lip balm, mascara, blush and some highlighter.
"hazel? is that you?" i say as i hear a bang in the kitchen.
no response.
"haze, stop fucking with me it's not funny" i announce as i walk to the kitchen, no sounds were heard other than the clicking of my sparkly heels.
i'm really paranoid right now, so before walking into the kitchen i make a snap decision to go grab my pocket knife from my room. i quietly as possible walk into the room, grab my knife and my taser, just in case and head back towards the kitchen.
"hazel, if this is you i am not playing right now. i have a knife and a taser so if you're messing with me and you don't want to get hurt, i'd announce your fucking presence." i state with a confident tone, but on the inside i'm scared out of my boots.
no response. alright, fuck it.
i walk into the kitchen with my knife and taser in hand, terrified. "what the fuck?" i whisper, nobody was there, not hazel, not timothée, nobody.
i hear another noise but this time in hazel's room, alright what the fuck. i walk into there but yet nobody, not a soul to be found except for me. i see a brightly colored sticky note on her bed that read "gotcha ;)" and then i felt someone from under the bed grab my ankle.
i let out the loudest scream ever, i dropped my knife on the bed and turned on the taser. "ryen, stop! its just me!" hazel laughs popping her head out from under the bed before i turn my taser off.
"what the fuck, hazel?!" i frustratedly ask.
"calm down, i thought it would be funny, i didn't know you'd actually try to tase me." she giggles.
"hazel, i am a single woman, who is home alone in new york fucking city, which is probably one of the prettiest yet sketchiest places ever." i explain as she gets out from under the bed.
"fair point" she adds.
"now if you'll excuse me, i have to put these things back" i sigh before walking out of her room.
i walk out to see madelyn, madison and timothée all giggling on the couch. "what the fuck are you three laughing about?" i question, getting angrier by the second.
